Chapter 2

Albus Dumbledore was a very worried old man. He was sitting in a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix staring at the few people that had agreed to help him with this war. He noticed that James Potter was having a quiet conversation with his friends Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Frank and Alice Longbottom were talking with Lily Potter about stuff they used to do in school. The Prewett boys were flirting with Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes. Edgar Bones, Dedalus Diggle and Elphias Doge were discussing making some fireworks over Hogsmede during a school visit. Emmeline Vance, Sturgis Podmore and Alastor Moody were talking about Ministry security. Hagrid was explaining about some new beast he acquired to an interested Benji Fenwick and a slightly annoyed Minerva McGonagall. Albus noticed that he was only missing two Order members his brother Aberforth and Caradoc Dearborn. Dearborn had gone missing and they couldn't find him, while his brother was down at his pub and couldn't get away. Albus had already gone over this a million times but it needed to be addressed yet again. "Please can I have your attention, as I have said on numerous occasions we are in desperate need of members and would like to go over what we are doing to fix this?" The others all looked up at him with scowls on their faces. They had been over this too many times to count and none of them had any answers or new ideas.

Just as James was about to say what everyone was thinking the door burst open, standing in the doorway stood eight teenagers they had never seen before. The one in front with the dark brown hair and bright hazel eyes that were hidden behind round glasses spoke first. "I'm sorry sir, my friends and I have been travelling and we were informed through certain circles that the Order was looking for members. My friends and I may be on the young side but we have abilities that would be beneficial to your cause. Mia is quite the bookworm and is the best for research since she remembers everything she reads. John is the best for strategy, while his younger sister has been possessed by your Voldemort and knows a lot about the way his mind works not to mention the power level she possesses. John and Penny's older twin brothers are pranksters at heart and they create most of their own products and potions by themselves. While Nev and Hannah are Herbologists and if it has to do with plants they are the ones to turn to. Myself, well I am a duelist with a lot of experience against Death Eaters and Voldemort." Harry had decided to stick as close to the truth as possible. The Order just sat there with a mixture of shock, confusion and mistrust looks on their faces. Harry smiled "If you would like us to prove it, then I suggest a two week trial. You don't even have to send us on missions if you don't want. Just give us two weeks, if you think we can be of assistance then we will stay. If not then Obliviate us and send us on our way." This had been decided on the Knight Bus on the way to Hogwarts. Then Dumbledore asked them to wait outside so the Order could decide. After an hour they were asked back in, it had been decided that they were going to try the two week trial. Harry and his friends nodded then sat down around the table.

The next week went by for Harry and his friends like one long History of Magic class. The twins had of course had taken up to asking what sort of pranks James and Sirius had pulled in school when Sirius let slip about a prank on McGonagall that went wrong. Harry had been waiting for the Marauder nicknames to drop but it hadn't happen yet. Ron had sat over a chess board for hours on end writing down different strategies that could possibly come up in a battle scenario. Hermione and Ginny had spent hours in the library going over every book they could to find new spells or potions to use in battle. Hannah and Neville spent their time in the Hogwarts greenhouses to create a way to carry dangerous plants in their pockets. That way all an Order member had to do was pull out a small plant from their pocket, throw it and activate it with a word to magically expand to trap unsuspecting Death Eaters. Harry on the other hand spent his time holed up in the Room of Requirement study battle magic, Parsel magic and training whether magical or muggle. As their first Saturday appeared Harry woke with a headache and he knew something was wrong. He however wasn't prepared for just how wrong it was. As Harry and his friends walked into the Great Hall for breakfast Harry noticed the sheer panic in the room. Dumbledore stood when he noticed them "My friends I am glad you are here. Voldemort has decided to attack with his Death Eaters; they are currently in Diagon Alley. I know that we agreed on a two week trial but I believe you eight would be most beneficial today. Shall we go?" Dumbledore held out a piece of rope that Harry could tell was a port key, the Order members all gathered around and touched it.

Suddenly Harry found himself in the middle of hell. There were people running in all directions screaming and Harry looked up just in time to see the Dark Mark being shot in the sky. Harry could here Ron yell something about Bravo Tango Delta Three, just before he had to duck a killing curse. As Harry stood back up and started yelling curses at one of the Death Eaters he started to glance around. Every one of his friends was fighting Death Eaters while Dumbledore had Voldemort. Harry continued to move his way thru the Death Eaters stunning them or full body binds. Since Harry could now do most of his first and second year spells in Parseltongue they could only be removed by another Parselmouth or the presence of a Dementor. Harry had found out about the Dementor bit when a boggart got into the room he was practicing in and undid all of previous spells. Harry continued picking up the wands of the fallen Death Eaters as he made his way to Voldemort and Dumbledore. As he got closer Dumbledore saw him and tried to shoo him away without Voldemort noticing, he failed. Voldemort caught Dumbledore motions and turned slightly to see Harry walking closer. His previous fight with Dumbledore forgotten, he turned his wand on Harry. He planned to make Dumbledore watch as he killed the young boy, what he hadn't expected was that Harry was not someone to underestimate. Voldemort threw A.K after A.K at Harry but he sidestepped each and every one. Harry continued to duel Voldemort and could see that Voldemort was tiring rather fast. "Hey Tom how about we call this a draw and we continue this later. You're looking a little tired and I could go on for another hour or so. Voldemort looked pissed not just because this child dare say he was tiring against him but he dared call him by that filthy muggle name. Voldemort however knew the boy was right he was tiring and the child didn't even break a sweat. He motioned for his Death Eaters and they all left. Just after they left Harry collapsed from exhaustion. His friends all rushed to his side as Dumbledore talked to the Aurors that had showed. Harry was helped up on a stretcher and port keyed to Hogwarts Infirmary as the Aurors began to round up the unconscious Death Eaters to take them to Azkaban. The rest of the Order went to Hogwarts to be debriefed but all they could talk about was how a fifteen year old boy could hold off Voldemort when none of them thought they would have lasted a second.