Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. And for this one, I don't own Emma, Jane Austin does. Honestly. You think I'm stupid enough to claim that I own a classic piece of literature? I mean... I think I have a copy somewhere... but I hardly own printing rights or anything. You know... I don't own the
title of this chapter... I'm such a plagiarist.
Author's Note: Coincidentally, any Beatles references (whether directly or in directly) are completely coincidental! 10 points to the house of your
choice if you can figure out where my title comes from.
Dedication: To Dad- for never kicking me off when I should be doing
something else, you know, like... something else in general.
Chapter 2:
Squeeze Me In
"When will they learn that witches never wore pointy hats?"
The Night World: Spellbinder, L.J. Smith
There are many things in life that make you think 'Why me, God? Why me?'.
Living with three girls is one of those things.
Needless to say, getting out the door the next day was no picnic. First, Faith couldn't find her guitar; it was under Remus' bed. Then Grace lost her shoes; they were in her trunk. They were finally packed in the car Remus had rented at the beginning of the summer, when Harry realized he'd left his homework on his desk, or the wooden box presently serving as his desk until Melody found the one that matched the rest of his furniture. It was almost as chaotic as leaving from The Burrow.
Fortunately, everyone was too tired to talk in the car. Grace and Faith had pestered Harry all night, wanting to talk about The Order, as they were now calling it, and generally annoying Harry to no end about anything they fancied. They were both asleep, thank heavens.
Melody and Remus were quietly squabbling over which radio station to listen to, as Melody wanted to listen to the Beatles and Remus would be damned first. The argument continued all the way to the station, in the end Harry couldn't tell you who won even if he wanted to, and he really didn't. All he knew was that if he never heard the word "Beatles" again, it would be far too soon.
They managed to reach the barrier at the same time as the Weasleys (with ten minutes before the train left), and Mrs. Weasley was delighted. "Oh, good. You didn't have any trouble finding your way, did you? No, no, of course you didn't. The two of you must come for tea today. I'll have no company, what with the children going off and Arthur being at work." Remus confirmed that they had no trouble and would gladly join her for tea.
"So, what's it like living with them without any distractions?" Ron was leaning casually against the barrier with Harry and Hermione. They all fell through and Harry smiled slightly.
"It's different, that's for sure. Grace was following me around, asking questions; that is whenever Ginny wasn't there for the night and I wasn't at The Burrow. Faith however chose to pretend I wasn't there. And loud bumping noises come from her room at night."
Hermione glanced curiously at the barrier just as Faith and the twins ran through, racing down the platform and yelling at people to get out of the way. "What caused them?"
"That, I am afraid to ask," Harry replied, heaving his trunk off the cart. They must have been in conversation longer than they originally thought, because they hadn't even climbed onto the train before Grace's head was seen sticking out a window.
"Harry! In here! It's empty minus Ginny and me."
"Ginny and I," Hermione called.
"Right, Hermione." Ron rolled his eyes at the fifth year Prefect.
Soon enough everyone was loaded onto the Hogwarts express and the women made tearful good-byes. Faith ordered Remus to take care of her mother and reminded him that she expected weekly owls. "Who's the adult here?" Remus had asked in a threatening voice, or at least as threatening as he could manage. "I expect weekly owls... I'll tell you if there's any news about Padfoot as well," he added under the jet headed girl's glare.
Hermione had finally managed to convince Grace and Ginny that keeping their heads outside the window as the train left the station was not a good idea, when a small boom erupted from the other side of the south wall.
"Faith and the twins," Grace said calmly, reaching for a... what were those called again?
"What are those again?" Harry asked, pointing at the thing.
"Emery boards Harry, emery boards," Ron said, leafing through a Quidditch magazine. "What?" he asked under Hermione's questioning gaze, "I've lived with girls longer than Harry, I'm bound to know what they are called." Hermione found this very amusing and covered her face with her hands as she laughed. "What?!" Ron yelled, "It's not funny. Honestly."
Harry was starting to think that this could be a quite ride. Hermione had her nose buried in a Muggle novel, Emma, and wasn't bothering anyone, the only break in her pattern was when she would fiddle with the gold bracelet on her right wrist, which had a phoenix charm dangling off it, identical to Grace and Ginny's. Grace and Ginny were humming songs in harmony and playing war with a deck of Muggle cards while he and Ron played exploding snap. He occasionally noticed Ron pull at his own necklace, which depicted a flying phoenix on the charm that hung underneath his robes. There weren't any loud noises coming from the southern compartments, but Harry wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. Silence was often a false pretense whenever the twins were involved.
"You know, I am a bit surprised, Malfoy has yet to make an-- appearance." He spoke too soon. Harry heard Ron curse as Draco entered the compartment, with Crabbe and Goyle behind him as always. "I had to say it, didn't I?" Harry sighed. "All right Malfoy, just clear out before we have to give you another taste of the beginning of the summer if you catch my meaning." Harry said, stepping smoothly in front of the blond boy's gaze, which was turned on Grace and Ginny.
"Still cocky are we Potter?" Draco shook his head slowly, "I wouldn't be so if I were you. When one is cocky, one tends to loose focus."
"Harry?" Grace pulled on the sleeve of his robes, "Who's this guy?"
"Ah, another member of the fan club, Potter?" Malfoy said scathingly, boring steel gray eyes down at Grace.
"Grace Caulfield-Black." Grace thought for a moment and quickly added, "McKneer." Raising her slight figure from the seat, she offered her hand to the pale boy.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Draco shook her hand as the rest of the compartment stared at the two blankly. "James Bond fan, are we?" Grace asked.
"Who?" Draco stared blankly. "I've never heard of him."
"Oh, Wizarding family?" Draco nodded. "That explains it. I'm not. My mom was Muggle born." This didn't immediately register with Draco. He seemed entranced by Grace in some way not even he could explain.
"Muggle born?" Draco finally got out, narrowing his eyes, "I see. Once a Mudblood, always a Mudblood. Not even a Pureblood father can fix that taint." Grace slapped him as every other person in the compartment converged on Malfoy, staring him down.
"Say that again you slimy piece of scum."
Everyone turned to find Faith, Fred and George with their wands pointed at the Slytherins. "If you ever look at my sister again you piece of trash, you'll be dead before you can say Avada Kedavra." Faith's blazing gray eyes met Draco's steel coloured and the two clashed.
"I wouldn't look at that... that... thing again if you paid me," Malfoy spat.
"Good, as long as we're in agreement, I won't be sending you back to your darling parents in a matchbox." She and the two very angry seventh years behind her moved aside to allow the three Slytherins passage.
"I could have handled him, Faith," Grace said coolly.
"I know. But what fun would that have been?" Faith sat atop Harry's trunk, next to Hedwig and sighed, "Who was that guy anyhow?"
"Only the biggest prick on the planet," Grace summed up, "Draco Malfoy. What house is he in?"
"Slytherin." Harry grumbled, still staring at the open door.
Faith stood, and walked over to the Fred and George, tapping them on their backs and grabbing the bag they each were arguing over from their hands. "Come along you two. I can't sell Wheezes if you aren't there. What colour are we turning my hair again?"
"Actually, we were thinking of turning you into a canary." Fred, confirmed by the heavy gold bracelet with a phoenix linked into it, said.
"I refuse to become a yellow bird."
"What if it's a neon purple bird?" George asked cheerfully, pulling at her arm.
"I'll think about it."
"Those three." Hermione shook her head. "She is most definitely Sirius' daughter."
Ron nodded his confirmation. "Only a second generation Marauder would let Fred and George pull a prank on them."
"This is going to be an interesting year, isn't it?" Ginny asked, giggling. Harry sighed as Grace broke out into laughter, soon followed by Hermione, himself and Ron.
"Oh, definitely interesting. Definitely," Grace confirmed.
Three explosions of minor damage, one lunch cart and several corny jokes from Grace later, the Hogwarts Express arrived at the station in Hogsmead. The students all clambered out of the train; Faith leaning heavily on Fred and George who were both supporting her.
"What did you do to her?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"We told her not to smoke those blasted things. We added too much bat liver and it knocked her out." George shook his head and stopped his brother. "She isn't going to like me for this." George smacked her square on the jaw and Faith let out a cry of alarm and swung back. It grazed his hair.
"Don't hit me again, Weasley. Next time I won't miss." Faith pulled away from the two and began walking on her own.
"All right there 'Arry?" Harry turned and waved at the half-giant waving at him.
"All right Hagrid!"
"See you inside then! Firs' Years! Firs' Years over here!"
"Are we first years?" Grace asked suddenly.
"Of course not!" Faith smiled at her younger sister. "We've already been sorted darling, off to the castle!"
***
One day Harry fully intended on finding out how Grace and Faith were both sitting at Gryffindor table before anyone else. As for now he was merely
glad his God sisters were in his house.
Harry sat back in his chair as McGonagall came forward with the Sorting Hat and trailed by a group of first years that was considerably smaller than the previous years had been. He watched the ritual unfold as the Deputy Headmistress began to call out names.
"Allen, John."
"Hufflepuff!" the sorting hat called after a moment.
"Andrews, Audrey."
"Ravenclaw!" The pretty blond walked toward the Ravenclaw table amidst her new housemate's cheers.
"Beckham, Daniel," was the first to be sorted into Gryffindor, and "Kincaid, Joseph," the second. It seemed Slytherin was receiving the most new students this year. That was until McGonagall hit the Ms.
"Mallory, Jacob."
"Gryffindor!"
"Mallory, Jessica."
"Gryffindor!"
"Mallory, Julie."
"Gryffindor!"
"Mallory, Justin."
"Gryffindor!"
The quadruplets were the first large group of Gryffindors and the whole house jumped up screaming and yelling as the four almost identical first years sat down.
Soon enough the final first year was housed (Zhane, Corbin: Slytherin) and Dumbledore stood to make the 'pre-meal speech', or torture as Ron called it.
"Before you delve into this most delicious looking feast that has been prepared for you, I would like to introduce you to two other students. They are both Gryffindor and upper years, in forth and sixth. Faith and Grace Black-McKneer, if you would please stand."
Faith stood with a slight smirk as the Weasley twins began catcalling and whistling at her name. Grace merely smiled and was careful not to glance at the Slytherin table from where Malfoy was glaring openly at her.
"These two will be joining us for the remainder of their magical education and I hope they will be happy here. Now, I believe there are several puddings, which are looking considerably desirable tonight. Eat!"
To Be Continued...
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1. And for this one, I don't own Emma, Jane Austin does. Honestly. You think I'm stupid enough to claim that I own a classic piece of literature? I mean... I think I have a copy somewhere... but I hardly own printing rights or anything. You know... I don't own the
title of this chapter... I'm such a plagiarist.
Author's Note: Coincidentally, any Beatles references (whether directly or in directly) are completely coincidental! 10 points to the house of your
choice if you can figure out where my title comes from.
Dedication: To Dad- for never kicking me off when I should be doing
something else, you know, like... something else in general.
Chapter 2:
Squeeze Me In
"When will they learn that witches never wore pointy hats?"
The Night World: Spellbinder, L.J. Smith
There are many things in life that make you think 'Why me, God? Why me?'.
Living with three girls is one of those things.
Needless to say, getting out the door the next day was no picnic. First, Faith couldn't find her guitar; it was under Remus' bed. Then Grace lost her shoes; they were in her trunk. They were finally packed in the car Remus had rented at the beginning of the summer, when Harry realized he'd left his homework on his desk, or the wooden box presently serving as his desk until Melody found the one that matched the rest of his furniture. It was almost as chaotic as leaving from The Burrow.
Fortunately, everyone was too tired to talk in the car. Grace and Faith had pestered Harry all night, wanting to talk about The Order, as they were now calling it, and generally annoying Harry to no end about anything they fancied. They were both asleep, thank heavens.
Melody and Remus were quietly squabbling over which radio station to listen to, as Melody wanted to listen to the Beatles and Remus would be damned first. The argument continued all the way to the station, in the end Harry couldn't tell you who won even if he wanted to, and he really didn't. All he knew was that if he never heard the word "Beatles" again, it would be far too soon.
They managed to reach the barrier at the same time as the Weasleys (with ten minutes before the train left), and Mrs. Weasley was delighted. "Oh, good. You didn't have any trouble finding your way, did you? No, no, of course you didn't. The two of you must come for tea today. I'll have no company, what with the children going off and Arthur being at work." Remus confirmed that they had no trouble and would gladly join her for tea.
"So, what's it like living with them without any distractions?" Ron was leaning casually against the barrier with Harry and Hermione. They all fell through and Harry smiled slightly.
"It's different, that's for sure. Grace was following me around, asking questions; that is whenever Ginny wasn't there for the night and I wasn't at The Burrow. Faith however chose to pretend I wasn't there. And loud bumping noises come from her room at night."
Hermione glanced curiously at the barrier just as Faith and the twins ran through, racing down the platform and yelling at people to get out of the way. "What caused them?"
"That, I am afraid to ask," Harry replied, heaving his trunk off the cart. They must have been in conversation longer than they originally thought, because they hadn't even climbed onto the train before Grace's head was seen sticking out a window.
"Harry! In here! It's empty minus Ginny and me."
"Ginny and I," Hermione called.
"Right, Hermione." Ron rolled his eyes at the fifth year Prefect.
Soon enough everyone was loaded onto the Hogwarts express and the women made tearful good-byes. Faith ordered Remus to take care of her mother and reminded him that she expected weekly owls. "Who's the adult here?" Remus had asked in a threatening voice, or at least as threatening as he could manage. "I expect weekly owls... I'll tell you if there's any news about Padfoot as well," he added under the jet headed girl's glare.
Hermione had finally managed to convince Grace and Ginny that keeping their heads outside the window as the train left the station was not a good idea, when a small boom erupted from the other side of the south wall.
"Faith and the twins," Grace said calmly, reaching for a... what were those called again?
"What are those again?" Harry asked, pointing at the thing.
"Emery boards Harry, emery boards," Ron said, leafing through a Quidditch magazine. "What?" he asked under Hermione's questioning gaze, "I've lived with girls longer than Harry, I'm bound to know what they are called." Hermione found this very amusing and covered her face with her hands as she laughed. "What?!" Ron yelled, "It's not funny. Honestly."
Harry was starting to think that this could be a quite ride. Hermione had her nose buried in a Muggle novel, Emma, and wasn't bothering anyone, the only break in her pattern was when she would fiddle with the gold bracelet on her right wrist, which had a phoenix charm dangling off it, identical to Grace and Ginny's. Grace and Ginny were humming songs in harmony and playing war with a deck of Muggle cards while he and Ron played exploding snap. He occasionally noticed Ron pull at his own necklace, which depicted a flying phoenix on the charm that hung underneath his robes. There weren't any loud noises coming from the southern compartments, but Harry wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. Silence was often a false pretense whenever the twins were involved.
"You know, I am a bit surprised, Malfoy has yet to make an-- appearance." He spoke too soon. Harry heard Ron curse as Draco entered the compartment, with Crabbe and Goyle behind him as always. "I had to say it, didn't I?" Harry sighed. "All right Malfoy, just clear out before we have to give you another taste of the beginning of the summer if you catch my meaning." Harry said, stepping smoothly in front of the blond boy's gaze, which was turned on Grace and Ginny.
"Still cocky are we Potter?" Draco shook his head slowly, "I wouldn't be so if I were you. When one is cocky, one tends to loose focus."
"Harry?" Grace pulled on the sleeve of his robes, "Who's this guy?"
"Ah, another member of the fan club, Potter?" Malfoy said scathingly, boring steel gray eyes down at Grace.
"Grace Caulfield-Black." Grace thought for a moment and quickly added, "McKneer." Raising her slight figure from the seat, she offered her hand to the pale boy.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Draco shook her hand as the rest of the compartment stared at the two blankly. "James Bond fan, are we?" Grace asked.
"Who?" Draco stared blankly. "I've never heard of him."
"Oh, Wizarding family?" Draco nodded. "That explains it. I'm not. My mom was Muggle born." This didn't immediately register with Draco. He seemed entranced by Grace in some way not even he could explain.
"Muggle born?" Draco finally got out, narrowing his eyes, "I see. Once a Mudblood, always a Mudblood. Not even a Pureblood father can fix that taint." Grace slapped him as every other person in the compartment converged on Malfoy, staring him down.
"Say that again you slimy piece of scum."
Everyone turned to find Faith, Fred and George with their wands pointed at the Slytherins. "If you ever look at my sister again you piece of trash, you'll be dead before you can say Avada Kedavra." Faith's blazing gray eyes met Draco's steel coloured and the two clashed.
"I wouldn't look at that... that... thing again if you paid me," Malfoy spat.
"Good, as long as we're in agreement, I won't be sending you back to your darling parents in a matchbox." She and the two very angry seventh years behind her moved aside to allow the three Slytherins passage.
"I could have handled him, Faith," Grace said coolly.
"I know. But what fun would that have been?" Faith sat atop Harry's trunk, next to Hedwig and sighed, "Who was that guy anyhow?"
"Only the biggest prick on the planet," Grace summed up, "Draco Malfoy. What house is he in?"
"Slytherin." Harry grumbled, still staring at the open door.
Faith stood, and walked over to the Fred and George, tapping them on their backs and grabbing the bag they each were arguing over from their hands. "Come along you two. I can't sell Wheezes if you aren't there. What colour are we turning my hair again?"
"Actually, we were thinking of turning you into a canary." Fred, confirmed by the heavy gold bracelet with a phoenix linked into it, said.
"I refuse to become a yellow bird."
"What if it's a neon purple bird?" George asked cheerfully, pulling at her arm.
"I'll think about it."
"Those three." Hermione shook her head. "She is most definitely Sirius' daughter."
Ron nodded his confirmation. "Only a second generation Marauder would let Fred and George pull a prank on them."
"This is going to be an interesting year, isn't it?" Ginny asked, giggling. Harry sighed as Grace broke out into laughter, soon followed by Hermione, himself and Ron.
"Oh, definitely interesting. Definitely," Grace confirmed.
Three explosions of minor damage, one lunch cart and several corny jokes from Grace later, the Hogwarts Express arrived at the station in Hogsmead. The students all clambered out of the train; Faith leaning heavily on Fred and George who were both supporting her.
"What did you do to her?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"We told her not to smoke those blasted things. We added too much bat liver and it knocked her out." George shook his head and stopped his brother. "She isn't going to like me for this." George smacked her square on the jaw and Faith let out a cry of alarm and swung back. It grazed his hair.
"Don't hit me again, Weasley. Next time I won't miss." Faith pulled away from the two and began walking on her own.
"All right there 'Arry?" Harry turned and waved at the half-giant waving at him.
"All right Hagrid!"
"See you inside then! Firs' Years! Firs' Years over here!"
"Are we first years?" Grace asked suddenly.
"Of course not!" Faith smiled at her younger sister. "We've already been sorted darling, off to the castle!"
***
One day Harry fully intended on finding out how Grace and Faith were both sitting at Gryffindor table before anyone else. As for now he was merely
glad his God sisters were in his house.
Harry sat back in his chair as McGonagall came forward with the Sorting Hat and trailed by a group of first years that was considerably smaller than the previous years had been. He watched the ritual unfold as the Deputy Headmistress began to call out names.
"Allen, John."
"Hufflepuff!" the sorting hat called after a moment.
"Andrews, Audrey."
"Ravenclaw!" The pretty blond walked toward the Ravenclaw table amidst her new housemate's cheers.
"Beckham, Daniel," was the first to be sorted into Gryffindor, and "Kincaid, Joseph," the second. It seemed Slytherin was receiving the most new students this year. That was until McGonagall hit the Ms.
"Mallory, Jacob."
"Gryffindor!"
"Mallory, Jessica."
"Gryffindor!"
"Mallory, Julie."
"Gryffindor!"
"Mallory, Justin."
"Gryffindor!"
The quadruplets were the first large group of Gryffindors and the whole house jumped up screaming and yelling as the four almost identical first years sat down.
Soon enough the final first year was housed (Zhane, Corbin: Slytherin) and Dumbledore stood to make the 'pre-meal speech', or torture as Ron called it.
"Before you delve into this most delicious looking feast that has been prepared for you, I would like to introduce you to two other students. They are both Gryffindor and upper years, in forth and sixth. Faith and Grace Black-McKneer, if you would please stand."
Faith stood with a slight smirk as the Weasley twins began catcalling and whistling at her name. Grace merely smiled and was careful not to glance at the Slytherin table from where Malfoy was glaring openly at her.
"These two will be joining us for the remainder of their magical education and I hope they will be happy here. Now, I believe there are several puddings, which are looking considerably desirable tonight. Eat!"
To Be Continued...
