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I couldn't think on how to start it so I've taken some bits from the actual book.

- Help Us! -

I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency

If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Cause I won't stop holding on

So are you listening?
So are you watching me?

If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Cause I won't stop holding on.

This is an emergency
So are you listening?

And I can't pretend that I don't see this

it's really not your fault
When no one cares to talk about it
To talk about it

Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserved to be alive, alive

So you give up every chance you get
just to feel new again
I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency

And you do your best to show me love,
but you don't know what love is.

So are you listening?
So are you watching me?

Well I can't pretend that I don't see this

But it's really not your fault
When no one cares to talk about it
to talk about it?

Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserved to be alive, alive

Scars, they will not fade away.

No one cares to talk about it, can we talk about it?

Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserved to be alive, alive

Paramore - Emergency

Chapter 1

Harry stepped over the threshold of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. The others spoke in hushed voices. He saw peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobweb covered chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. Harry heard something scuttling behind the skirting board.

There were hurried footsteps and Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley, emerged from a door at the end of the dingy hall. She was beaming in welcome as she hurried towards them.

"Oh, Harry, it's lovely to see you!" She said, pulling him into a rib-cracking hug before holding him at arms length. "You're looking peaky, you need feeding up, but you'll have to wait a bit for dinner, I'm afraid."

She turned to the others behind him and said urgently, "He's just arrived, the meeting's started."

Harry watched the others disappear behind a door that he presumed lead to the kitchen.

"Ron and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait with them until the meetings over, then you can come down for dinner." Mrs Weasley said leading him to a flight of stairs. "Up the stairs, seconded landing and the first door to your right, I'll call you when it's over."

And she hurried off behind the same door as the others. Harry made his way up the dark staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques on the mouldy wall. Harry's bewilderment deepened with every step he took.

What on earth were they doing in a house that looked as though it belonged to dark wizards?

Harry reached the seconded floor and crossed the dusty landing, turned the bedroom doorknob, and opened the door.

He caught a glimpse of a gloomy high-ceiling, twin-bedded room before he was pulled into a bone crushing hug almost as strong as Mrs Weasley's.

"OH Harry it's so good to see you! We've got so much to tell you and you've got so much to tell us – the Dementors! When we heard – and that Ministry hearing – it's just outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations-"

"Let the man breathe, Hermione." Said Ron, smirking.

The warm glow that had flared up inside Harry at the sight of his two best friends was extinguished as something icy flooded the pit of his stomach. He started placing back and forth. There was a long, awkward silence, broken only by the loud creaks of the floorboards below Harry's feet.

"What is this place?" He asked finally to Ron and Hermione.

"Head quarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Hermione said at once.

"And what is that?"

"It's a secret society." She said quickly. "Dumbledore's in charge, he founded it. It's the people who fought against You-Know-Who."

Harry was about to ask who was in it, then the doing bust open and Ginny, Ron little sisters, came rushing in.

"Guys, you have to come listen to this!" and then she ran silently back the way she came.

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed her out on to the landing, where they could see Fred and George leaning over the edge of the banisters.

"Fred, George what are you doing?" Hermione whispered franticly.

"Extendible ears." said George.

"Extendible what?" Harry asked.

"Ears, they help us to here what's going on the meetings." said Ron.

"Shhh!... Here put these in your ears" Fred said quickly handing them a red string.

"Err…?" Harry said confused.

"Just put it in your ear!"

Harry stuck the red string into his ear, he immediately heard voices.

"-what are we going to do Albus?" Harry heard Prof McGonagall say.

"Well Minerva there is one that can help us, that is if he comes willingly."

"Who?" Harry heard the sneering voice of his potions master.

"Snape's in the Order?" He whispered to the others.

Ron gave him an apologetic look, as if to say sorry-for-not-telling you.

"Christopher Halliwell, he is the second son of Piper Halliwell and Leo Wyatt, he is more powerful then myself and Voldemort put together."

Harry, the others and the people in the meeting gasped.

"How…How is that possible?" Stuttered McGonagall.

"Many things in life are possible, and Chris is one of them." Dumbledore answered.

"Albus I…I don't understand?"

"Chris is part of an ancient power, which was around long before the time of wizards and will be here long after we're all gone."

"He's a Wiccan." Said a deep that Harry recognised as Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Harry heard more gasps.

"Yes Chris is indefinitely a Wiccan, which means its going to be very hard to convince him to come." Dumbledore said. There was a short pause. "Chris is in a very dark place at the moment, he has lost every one dear to him, his Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, his parents, his brother, even his love."

"Oh, how awful!" Harry heard Mrs Weasley gasp.

"Which means he's not going to be every willingly to help us, and if you'll excuse me, Molly, Sirius, thank you for your hospitality, but I best be off, its going to be hard to find him when he doesn't want to be found, its like trying to find someone to post for the Defence Of The Dark Arts teacher these days."

Harry heard a few low chuckles.

"Yes thank you we'd better be off to the Minister is already suspicious of us." Said the deep voice of Kingly.

"I'll go call the children, and say the meetings over and to come down for dinner. All of you are welcome to stay there's plenty to go around" Harry and the others looked at each other as they heard Mrs Weasley speak.

"Quick! Every one back to our own rooms before she comes!" Fred whispered franticly.

Every one handed the Twins the extendible ears and hurried off to their rooms just as Mrs Weasley's foot steps could be heard on the creaky stairs.

"The meetings over and dinners ready, dears." She said out side their door.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't noticed a thin, he thought relaxing a bit.

When every one was down in the dark and dusty kitchen, conversion came easily, Harry was ecstatic to see his godfather again. Sirius and Harry talked about the Dementor attack, how the Dursley's were treating him and how they had scared Harrys cousin senseless, but all the while, what Harry and the others had found out from the meeting was going over and over in his mind.

Harry had heard that name some where before 'Christopher Halliwell' but where from, he couldn't remember…

Looking at the Daily Prophet in front of him, Harry saw that it was saying something like "Harry Potter/Harry Plotter" and "Has Dumbledore Finally Lost It?"

Sirius saw what he was looking and said "Fudge is using all his power, including his influence at the Daily Prophet, to smear anyone who claims the Dark Lord has returned."

"Why?" Harry asked looking up.

"The Minister thinks Dumbledore's after his job." Lupin said

"But that's insane!" Harry argued. "No one in their right mind could believe that Dumbledore..."

"Exactly the point." Lupin continued. "Fudge isn't in his right mind. It's been twisted and warped by fear. Now fear makes people do terrible things, Harry. The last time Voldemort gained power he almost destroyed everything we hold most dear. Now he's returned, and I'm afraid the Minister will do almost anything to avoid facing that terrifying truth."

"We think Voldemort wants to build up his army again." Sirius said.

Everyone stopped eating and turned to look at him, the kitchen fell silent.

"Fourteen years ago he had huge numbers at his command," Sirius continued. "Not just witches and wizards but all manner of dark creatures. He has been recruiting heavily and we have been attempting to do the same. But gathering followers isn't all he's interested in-"

Moody coughed loudly from the corner. But still Sirius continued.

"We believe Voldemort may be after something..."

"Sirius!" Moody barked in warning.

Sirius ignored this and carried on. "…Something he didn't have last time."

"You mean, like a weapon?" Harry asked.

Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but Mrs Weasley butted in.

"No! That's enough!" She scolded "He's just a boy, you say much more and you might as well induct him into the Order straight away."

"Good!" Harry said loudly. "I want to join! If Voldemort's raising an army then I want to fight!"

"No Harry, you are too young!" Mrs Weasley all but shrieked.

"I wasn't too young, when I faced him in my First and Second Year, or at the end of Term Last Year!…" He said before he stormed out of the Kitchen and up to his room.

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