Well here it is folks! Chapter four! Sorry about the delay but all I can say is that I've been busy! Hope you enjoy!

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When Harry woke up he felt really groggy. He liked the feeling of just lying in bed and relaxing, something he had not done at for a long time. The Dursleys always made Harry get up early to fix their breakfast and do his chores. Then he tried to lift his head and he felt as if a giant truck had just run over his brain. Why did he feel this way? Then all the happenings of the battle came back to him, the attack at the Muggle Park and Dumbledore showing up along with Remus and Sirius and many other people. Once again he tired to move but found it was a big mistake. His head hurt every limb ached and screamed at him. He didn't open his eyes but he could tell there were people in the room for there were voices around his room. They appeared to be arguing and were conversing quickly in a not so quiet fashion.

"Really Ron, do keep your voice down he's been through a lot," said the voice who was obviously Hermione.

"I know Hermione but I just wish he would get up it's been three days now."

'Three days?' had it really been that long. Surely he wasn't injured that badly.

"Besides, Mums made breakfast and he must be starved."

"Honestly Ronald is food all you ever think about?"

"It is not!"

"Yeah it is." said Harry, making himself noticeable for the first time.

"Harry! Thank goodness we were so worried! How are you? Do you need anything?!"

"Let the man breathe Hermione, you alright mate?" said Ron seeming very concerned for the first time.

Harry considered not really talking to them or being nice to them. After all they had left Harry all alone and in the dark all summer. He was the one to see Voldemort come back! He was the one who had to deal with every foul thing last year! Harry would like to see them get through dragons, and sphinxes and watching Cedric Diggory die.

'Don't think about that Harry!' he scolded himself. Ever since the tournament he had tried not to think about Cedric. The pain was too much to bear.

"Yeah, I'm alright Ron." Harry lied. Truthfully he could barely move his arm which still ached. He winced as he tried to move it. Hermione noticed him struggle.

"Madam Pomfrey tried to heal your arm and leg but apparently you were hit with a much darker version of the bone breaker curse. She said that she could heal them but you would be really sore for a while"

"Brilliant!" Harry said sarcastically. Hermione tried to lay her hand over his as a sign of comfort but Harry moved his hand roughly away clearly stating that he was mad at her and Ron.

"Oh Harry we're really sorry about not being able to tell you anything but Dumbledore made us swear that we wouldn't. He said that the owls could have been intercepted. I would be furious too if it were me!"

"Why did Dumbledore want to keep me in the dark? You two probably didn't even bother, did you!?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances toward each other looking uneasy. Harry was clearly acting the way they thought he would.

"Well Dumbledore has been really busy, mate. We begged him to let us tell you something but he just made us swear that we wouldn't say anything. The owls may get intercepted." said Ron anxiously.

"He could have kept me informed though! I'm sure there are other ways to communicate with a person."

"That's what we thought too but he didn't want you to know anything." Hermione explained.

"At least you know everything that's been going on! I've been searching through trash bins; stealing papers just to even get a scrap of news."

"We don't know everything that's been going on. Mum says we're not allowed in the meetings!" Ron said.

"SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT-WHO SAVED THE SORCERER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?" (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pg 65) All of Harry's anger was just pouring out of him. All the feelings of last year from the tournament and Cedric's death, the betrayal of his friends not telling him anything, the frustration of Dumbledore ignoring him all summer just came out. Ron and Hermione looked desperately between each other clearly lost at what to do.

"WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS AND SHINXES AND EVERY OTHER FOUL THING LAST YEAR? WHO SAW HIM COME BACK? WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM? ME!" (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pg 66)

"Harry please we honestly tried to tell you but Dumbledore insisted," Hermione said, "We wanted to bring you here sooner but…"

"Can't have wanted to that much can you?!" Harry snapped.

"Of course we did! Look, we know you are upset and you have a right to be. I would be, really if it were me."

Harry really wasn't listening. His temper getting the better of him, he tried to calm himself needed to get up and figure out what was going on. He needed to see Sirius. Sirius would tell him what was going on. Harry awkwardly tried to get out of bed. Throwing back the covers he pushed his legs over the edge. Hermione immediately saw what he was trying to do and moved to stop him.

"Harry, no! You have to stay in bed. Madam Pomfrey will kill us if you get any more damaged."

"Not to mention Sirius will have our necks. They basically put us in charge of you," said Ron, "guess it doesn't matter anymore. They're already going to be furious with us for not telling them straight away when you got up."

"Look, I'm fine I just want to get up and out of here. Speaking of which, where is here?" Harry said heatedly.

"It's the Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix" Ron replied.

"What exactly is the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"It's a group made by Dumbledore to fight off You-Know-Who. He put it together during the first war but ever since, well…you know, the third task, he raised the alarm right after you were put in the hospital wing." Hermione explained clearly wanting to fix things with Harry by giving out information they couldn't in their letters.

"Who's in it?" Harry asked.

"A lot of people like mum and dad, Moody, Professor Lupin, Snape…"

"Snape is part of the Order?"

"Yeah," Ron said, "git."

"Well" said Harry expectantly.

"Well what?" Hermione asked clearly quizzical.

"Voldemort!"

Hermione and Ron both flinched at the name of the man who had caused so much pain in the world. Harry really needed to make them get over that. If they were going to fight Voldemort then they needed to be able to say his name.

"What is Voldemort doing," Harry questioned, "what is Dumbledore and the rest of the Order doing to stop him."

"Harry, like we said, we're not allowed into the meetings. They said that we were too young." Hermione explained.

"So you guys know pretty much nothing?" Harry asked, his temper flaring up.

"Not exactly, Fred and George helped us out. One of their inventions, they call them extendable ears."

"Extendable ears?"

"Yeah Fred and George use them to listen in on the meetings. But mum found out and she nearly went berserk. We got some good information out of them for a while though. They're keeping tabs on past Death Eaters, oh and they keeping talking about guarding something from You-Know-Who." Ron said.

"Can't have been me could it?" asked Harry.

"Might be, but it sounded as if it were a device of some sort" said Ron.

"A device…"

Harry suddenly remembered the device that he had collected from his fight with Voldemort. The shiny golden medallion that had been dropped during the struggle that must still be in his clothes that he was wearing that day. Could that be what Voldemort was after? Surely not, the Order wouldn't be talking about guarding something that Voldemort already had. Unless Voldemort stole it.

'Well, only one way to find out' thought Harry.

Harry jumped down from his bed ignoring the pain that flowed from his leg and headed to where his clothes lay. They were in a neatly stacked pile at the end of the bed. Madam Pomfey must have put them there.

"Harry what are you…" Hermione gasped as Harry pulled out the shiny object from his pants.

Harry held the octagonal medallion in his hands. The object was surprisingly light and cool feeling in his hands. The light from the room seemed to almost dance off it. It would draw anyone into it with its beauty.

"What is it?" asked Ron who was obviously very intrigued with the object.

"I don't know?" said Harry, "It fell out of Voldemort's pocket during the battle. I didn't know what it was so I just sort of took it."

"Harry! You shouldn't have taken it. It could have done something to you when you touched it! Nothing good could ever come out of You-Know-Who's pocket." Hermione exclaimed.

"Well nothing did happen so it's safe to assume that it won't do anything as long as we don't mess with it." Harry reasoned. Truthfully, Harry hadn't really been thinking when he took it,

"We need to show this to the Order. It might have been what they were guarding or it could even be a very dark object. We have no idea what it can do and it clearly can't be good if You-Know-Who was trying to use it" Hermione said.

A part of Harry wanted to keep the medallion a secret as pay back to the people who had kept secrets from him all summer, but he knew Hermione was right. It can't be good whatever it is and he wouldn't know what to do with it.

"Right should we go down now and show them?" asked Harry, not knowing what else to do.

"Yeah I think the meeting going on right now is almost over." Hermione said. The three walked out of the room and down the stairs. Harry noticed that the house was still very dark and eerie looking.

He wasn't sure of how the Order was going to react. He also wondered if Voldemort knew it was gone. Harry asked Hermione what she thought.

"Of course he does. It must have been something important if he kept it on him even in a battle."

"Voldemort mentioned to me about having something important to do. Do you think it had anything to do with the medallion?"

"Maybe, but we won't know anything until we figure out what it does." Hermione replied looking wearily at the golden object that was clutched in Harry's hands. The trio finally made it to the first floor landing where what seemed like various members of the Order were congregated. Harry saw Snape walk steadily past him not even glancing at the Boy Who Lived once and proceeded out the door.

'Git' thought Harry. What could Snape be doing in the Order? After all Snape was a Death Eater. What could he have done to get Dumbledore to trust him so much? Harry began to wonder when his thoughts were interrupted by a loud….

"Scum! Mudblood! Filth! How dare you befoul the house of my Fathers!" It was a picture of a woman who was screaming at the people in the room.

"Shut up you horrible old hag!" said a man who appeared in the landing trying to pull the curtains shut over the picture.

"You! You Blood traitor! How dare you come back here!"

"I said shut-up!" The man retaliated. Finally Lupin and he managed to get the curtains shut.

"Hello Harry," said Sirius, "I see you've had the pleasure of meeting my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yes charming woman isn't she?" Sirius said sarcastically.

"What's this picture doing here?" asked Harry truly perplexed.

"Didn't anyone tell you? This is my parent's house; I offered it up to Dumbledore as Headquarters to the Order. Seems to be the only useful thing I could do."

Harry was about to ask what he meant when Mrs. Weasley appeared from the side door and hurriedly approached him.

"Harry! You're awake, thank goodness!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. She then turned her attention to Ron and Hermione, "And were my instructions to let us know right when Harry was up to tell us not clear enough?" She scolded them.

"Mrs. Weasley I'm fine, really, good as new." Harry was for once feeling bad for his friends.

'I guess I couldn't stay mad at them forever.' Harry remembered the reason he had come down here and presented the object to her.

"The reason we came down is we had something to show the Order."

Mrs. Weasley observed the object and seemed to get lost in the beauty of it, her eyes transfixed on the medallion. She looked quite perplexed herself and then seemed to regain her composure.

"Come over here, Harry dear, and show the rest of them at the table."

Harry, along with Ron, Hermione, Sirius, and Mrs. Weasley entered through the dark door into a kitchen. The kitchen had many Order members still in it. The space was like the rest of the house: dark and uncomfortable. Many ignored the entrance of the small group. Harry looked around wondering where Dumbledore was. Surely he would be here. Harry was surprised that Dumbledore had not confronted him yet about the attack. It seemed as if Dumbledore was keeping up with the ignoring Harry thing.

They each sat down at the table under the dim light of the kitchen. Harry put the object onto the table for the Order to see. Each seemed mesmerized by the shiny medallion. Sirius was the first to speak up.

"What is it?" he asked slightly weary.

"We don't know," Hermione replied seeming just as confused as the rest of them, "Harry found it during the fight with You-Know-Who."

"Where did you find it?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"It fell out of Voldemort's pocket when he was thrown back because of a curse Dumbledore used." Harry said.

Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed. Everyone was completely silent and now staring at the medallion as if it would jump alive and throw curses at them.

"We should tell Dumbledore about it. Anything that came out of You-Know-Who's robes has to be dark. For now nobody touches it until we can get a hold of Dumbledore so he can inspect it" Said Mr. Weasley.

"But can't we just look at it without Dumbledore?" said Harry still feeling annoyed at the headmaster.

"No way Boy! You need not worry yourself with it. Just let Dumbledore handle it and you won't need to trouble yourself with it again" said an Order member who Harry was unfamiliar with.

"Right, well I may be the only one but I think I'm ready for some of Molly's fine cooking" said Remus trying to lighten the mood in the room. Instantly Mrs. Weasley was on her feet preparing the meal along with other various members helping to get out supplies. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stayed where they were seated each of their eyes never leaving the shiny object.

"Curious," said Hermione, "It doesn't seem dark."

"Right Hermione like You-Know-Who would carry around something that created rainbows" said Ron.

"Ron this isn't funny," expressed Hermione angrily, "what do you think Harry? Harry?"

Harry was feeling very upset. No that wasn't the right word Harry was furious! How dare they just push him aside again! Screw Dumbledore!

Harry jumped up from his seat and grabbed the medallion.

"Harry!" exclaimed Hermione.

"This is what I think of Dumbledore and his stupid Order!"

Harry chucked the medallion behind him and it thudded against the wall next to him.

Harry immediately regretted throwing the object as it seemed to finally react. The shiny object began pulsing, spitting out beams of light, and one of them went straight for Harry! Harry was engulfed in the light and looked at the shocked faces of his friends and the Order before disappearing completely.

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