Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter Three - Of Articles and Anger

A/N: Aha! The reason for Harry's "depression" that's not really "depression"! 30 reviews! Wow!!!!!!! I love you guys!!!! Your the best, keep on reviewing please! Pretty please?

Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter, it wouldn't be a best-selling series, AND all the characters would be dead by now. The plot is © to ME, Amy Frenzel, 2002. Do not steal it.

Sirius was shocked. He'd always hated the Dursleys', but he would have never expected this from them. "You really think that, Remus?"

"What else could it be? We all know Harry has great balance, he wouldn't "fall down the stairs" that easily, there must be something else," Remus replied wisely.

"...." Sirius was so angry he couldn't express it into words. He wanted to hurt whoever did this to Harry. This was child abuse; and Harry didn't deserve it.

The next morning, Remus was taking out the garbage - he preferred to do it the muggle way -, when he saw it. There, in the garbage, was Harry's dinner - the one he'd said he'd eaten.

"Sirius!" he called, Sirius came running at the tone of Remus' voice.

"What? What is it?" Sirius said worriedly.

"Look at this," Remus shoved the garbage can out in front of him.

"Is that..."

"Yes, what are we going to do?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Sirius replied confidently; Remus wasn't so confident, but Sirius had already stormed up the stairs.

"Harry!" he called, rapping on his godson's door.

"Sirius, it's six in the morning; what the hell do you want?" came the grumpy reply.

"Harry! Get up right now, we need to talk,"

Harry said something, that Sirius was sure that he didn't want to hear, but didn't come out; so Sirius went in. He sighed, Harry had gone back to sleep. Mumbling obscene things about teenagers, he shook him awake.

"Sirius, 's six in the mornin', what d'you want?" Harry grumbled, waving his arm around in attempt to find his glasses.

"We need to talk," replied Sirius firmly.

"Joy, shoot," Harry said sleepily.

"Okay, why aren't you eating?"

"I ate last night, Sirius."

"No, you dumped your food in the garbage, that's not eating."

"I told you I wasn't hungry, didn't I?" Harry questioned, with a shrug of his thin shoulders.

"Harry," cautioned Sirius. "It's not that you didn't eat, it's that you lied about it."

"I DID NOT LIE ABOUT IT!" Harry yelled, "I told you I was NOT hungry."

This was not working, and Sirius was getting frustrated. This was NOT his thing, he should've let Remus handle it.

"Okay, calm down, will you please come downstairs and eat something?"

Harry crossed his arms, "fine. I'll be down it a minute."

Sirius smiled, this was more the real Harry; "okay."

After Sirius left, Harry had more time to brood on his "plan". What he had in mind was that if he was cold and cruel to all the people around him, they wouldn't want to be around him anymore. That was the point, of course, the less they were around him, the less danger they were in.

His stomach grumbled, and he headed downstairs - whole-heartedly hungry this time. When he got there - Sirius and Remus weren't there -, he saw an old Daily Prophet on Remus' counter. He picked it up and read:

Death Eater Attack!

Yesterday - around midday - a band of Death Eaters attacked a city in Britain called Magid. Though Minster Fudge has denied that Voldemort has returned, The Daily Prophet is starting to wonder why there has been so much Death Eater activity.

However, yesterday, the Death Eaters attacked Magid, killing over 20 people that lived in the village. One case, however, was particularly interesting. They attacked a specific muggle home, killing all of the family except one. Their daughter, Melody, was not killed but severely injured.

After the Aurors arrived, the found the girl unconscious on the floor of the house. They immediately - however, carelessly, - took her to Hogwarts.

We do not have much information after that, except that her blood - they took a sample - tested positive for magic, and she is a untrained witch. Please stay tuned to the Daily Prophet for more information.

Oh, they're going to hear about this, Harry thought. This was over a week ago, they could've told me. How much you want to bet it was for my "protection" that they didn't tell me.

He looked up, article in hand, to see Sirius and Remus - both trying to explain, but their mouths weren't working -

"Harry, we -"

"I - we -"

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me what's going on. Though, it would be helpful," lied Harry smoothly, sitting down at the table.

After breakfast - Harry did eat -, the only words he could speak were, "I'm never eating again, ever." His thin stomach has protested weakly against the large amount of food that Remus insisted he ate.

"Oh, yes you are. I expect you down here for lunch," Remus said firmly. '

"Don't hold your breath," said Harry before going upstairs again.

"Well, that certainly went well," said Sirius honestly; while Remus looking at him like he was crazy. "Remus," he explained. "That's the most he's talked the whole time he's been here."

"Yeah, I guess, but he still has that attitude of his."

"I had that attitude when I was fifteen."

"Sirius, you had an attitude at six," joked Remus.

"True, very true," admitted Sirius. "Okay, back to Harry. What about that attitude?"

"I think he needs discipline, a lot of it. He's been in a home were he was aloud to do anything he wanted all day," said Remus confidently, not knowing how wrong he was.

"Okay, then, discipline, got it," said Sirius confoundedly.

"Hey, Sirius, I've got to go to Diagon Alley to get some Floo Powder, do you think you can handle Harry?"

"Absolutely," said Sirius confidently.

"Harry!" Sirius called. It had been two hours since Remus left, and Sirius hadn't heard a word from Harry. At the time being, he was trying to - with specific instructions from Remus - get Harry down here for lunch. No reply.

"Harry, get your little butt down here this instant!" he yelled at the stairs. Finally - after about ten minutes of yelling -, Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. "What do you want, Sirius," he said angrily.

"It's time for lunch -"

"I'm not hungry," Harry insisted firmly. But Sirius didn't back down this time,

"It's time for lunch, are you going to come eat, or do I have to carry you down here?"

"Fine," stated Harry, his eyes filling with anger.

Harry only picked at his lunch, but he did eat something. "I'm going back upstairs," he stated dully. Sirius got an idea, "hey, Harry, want to play some Quidditch with me?"

Harry's eyes lighted up, but then went dull again, "I guess."

"Good, c'mon, let's go, I'll play with Remus old broom."

They played a long game of Quidditch, and only stopped - Sirius was getting beaten terribly -, when Remus got home, followed by... Dumbledore?

They landed, and walked back through the woods - Sirius complimenting Harry, Harry teasing Sirius -, it was the one time Harry seemed happy since he had arrived.

"Hello, Albus," greeted Sirius.


"Hello, Sirius, Harry," he replied, Harry didn't acknowledge him at all.

"Do come in, Albus," said Remus courtly.

Harry turned to Sirius, wanting to ask "what is this all about?" but before he could, Sirius shrugged as if saying, "I don't know."

When they got inside, Remus - who'd probably used magic - already had dinner on the table.


"Harry, why don't you go get cleaned up? Then meet us back here,"

Harry shrugged, "okay, but I'm not that hungry."

Remus nodded unbelieving, then said; "off you go."

"Albus - no offense or anything -, but why are you here?" asked Sirius, Remus seemed not to know either, for he looked at Albus curiously, also.

"I think Harry should come to Hogwarts for the rest of the summer."

Harry, who'd been listening at the door jumped in, "no way."

"Excuse me, Harry?" Dumbledore looked worried, Harry had never used that tone of voice with him.

"Summer," explained Harry. "Is the only time of the year when I can do whatever I want, I do not want to spend the summer locked up in the castle." His eyes filled with rage, then he turned and stormed away before anyone could get a word in edge wise.

"I'm terribly sorry, Albus, he's been that way all summer," said Remus apologetically.

"Oh, no, this will not do at all," said Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, for God's sakes, I finally got him to smile today, don't take him to Hogwarts, please," begged Sirius.

"That is not at all what I meant, Sirius,"

"It's not?" said Sirius, confused.

"No, this was exactly how Mr. Tom Riddle acted before..." Dumbledore trailed off.


"Before what, Albus?" Remus asked, concerned.

"Before he turned to the Dark Side."

AN: Hahahahahhahaa! Feel the POWER. I'm getting awfully good at cliffies, ne? MWHAHAHAHAHA! Anyways, Melody is NOT a transfer, but she is very essential to the plot, which, me being smart, I HAVE ALREADY FIGURED OUT. No writers block! Mwhahahahahha!

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