Harry sat in a small room, off to the side of the hall in Number 12 Grimmuald Place. He and Dumbledore had been having a conversation. A meeting of the Order of The Phoenix was about to commence and Harry had to be briefed on what was going to happen.

"So who's going to be there?" asked Harry.

"The full Order will be assembled," Dumbledore said.

"So what's going to happen when we go in there?" Harry questioned.

"I will call them to order. I will then introduce you. There will be a time for questions at the end of the meeting."

"Are you going to tell them my real name?" asked Harry.

Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think not. As of right now, only I, along with your family and Sirius know who you truly are."

"What about Snape?" Harry asked.

"Professor Snape," Harry, Dumbledore corrected. "Severus has no idea of who you really are. I told him that you were a new Order. He commented on how young you were."

"I bet," Harry said. He knew that Snape had no doubt said a whole not more than that. "So what's the meeting about?"

"Well, besides introducing you to them, I'm going to inform everyone that you have information that could lead to the fall of Voldemort. No doubt everyone will want to know what it is, however, no one will know until the time is right," explained Dumbledore.

Harry suddenly remembered something. He thought back to when he was with Ron and Hermione. He knew that Dumbledore kept secrets, even from those who were closest to him. The Headmaster kept Harry in the dark for so many years, and even now, there are things about him that Harry did not know. "Oh," Harry finally managed to say.

"I believe that everyone has arrived now, Harry," Dumbledore said after a momentary silence. How he arrived at this conclusion, Harry did not know.

The two left the room and headed through the kitchen into another. They entered the sitting room to find that all the dust covered chairs had been removed and had been replaced with a large rectangular table with more than a dozen chairs pulled up to it. Each of the chairs was occupied. Harry recognized most of the people in the room. He knew that they wouldn't remember him, because they hadn't met him yet.

He went through their names and faces in his head. Looking around the table, he saw Mad-Eye Moody, his nose still in tact. The Weasley's were there as well. Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Sirius, Andromeda Tonks, a very young Kingsley Shacklebolt, Snape, his own parents as well as a few people Harry only recognized because Mad Eye had once shown him a photo of the original Order. He noted that the Longbottoms were seated towards the end of the table and felt his heart go out for Neville. If everything went according to plan, the child would never lose his parents to insanity.

Harry took a seat to the right of Dumbledore, who sat at the head of the table. He looked around, smiling for a moment before speaking. "Good evening everyone," Dumbledore began. "I know that we were not due for a meeting for a few more days, but given certain circumstances, a meeting was not only important but necessary."

"I know that you have all noticed that there is a new member joining our ranks. His name is Jonathan. He has information that I believe could lead us to the downfall of Voldemort."

Harry saw several people flinch at the name, but more than that, a muttering had broke out among the people seated.

"Albus," came the voice of Professor McGonagall, "what information is this? I thought that we hadn't learned anything new."

"The situation has changed," Dumbledore said simply. "I still have not yet had the chance to get all of the information, but what he had provided thus far has helped to save the lives of three of our members." He nodded down to Lily and James. They smiled weakly.

"His information has also led us to a traitor who was formerly among our ranks," Dumbledore went on, and his voice took on a new tone. "Peter Pettigrew, formerly the Secret Keeper for the Potters, passed information about their whereabouts to Lord Voldemort. If not for the intervention of our young Jonathan here, they would have been killed."

More muttering broke out. "Albus," McGonagall spoke up again, "surely this information can't be right. Peter Pettigrew…he was a friend to them." She turned to Lily and James. "Is it true?"

Both Lily and James nodded. Their faces conveyed none of their real emotions though.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and the room became quiet again. "At this point in time, I am not sure if Peter knows that he has been exposed. He may just be under the impression that James and Lily moved themselves to somewhere else."

"We should try and find him then," Sirius spoke up. His voice was full of rage. It was a wonder to Harry that he was still managing to keep his rage under control. "If he still thinks he's on our side, then we can bring him in for a little interrogation."

"I believe you are correct," said Dumbledore. "Sirius, I'm leaving that task up to you. Go to his home, and pretend as if nothing is wrong. If you are able to bring him in, then do so quickly and quietly. It would be best if no one is alerted to him leaving."

Sirius nodded.

"Remus, Severus, you know you're tasks already," Dumbledore said, turning to the man.

They both nodded as well.

It looked as though Dumbledore was bringing the meeting to a close. "I must ask you all not to bother our new member with questions. I was going to allow some time in the meeting for that, but until I have gone over what he knows, it would be best if the information is kept under wraps."

The meeting soon let out. Several of the members left quickly, disappearing with loud pops and cracks. Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley waddled into the other room, mumbling something about needing to check on Ronald. She was no doubt pregnant with Ginny. It amazed Harry how much history he was seeing. Several members of the Order came up to him to introduce themselves to him.

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The meeting had just let out. Lily had gone upstairs to the room she was staying in with James. She wanted to get her camera and take another picture of the Order, or at least those who stayed behind. She wanted to have a lot of pictures for Harry to have when he grew up. She always thought it would be important for a child to know from what they had come.

She got the camera and turned to head back out into the hall, but was met with a familiar face.

"Sev? Did you want something?" She tried to smile.

"I wanted to see how you were doing," He said. He could have cursed himself. His voice always had a harsh tone to it, even when he was trying to be nice. "You ran out the room after the meeting. I wanted to make sure everything was alright."

"Oh," she said. "I just wanted to get a camera," she held it up. "I wanted to take pictures of everyone so that when Harry grows up, he'll be able to know us all."

"Ah," Severus said his voice barely above a whisper. He turned to head back down the stairs but was stopped when she put her hand on his shoulder.

"I just wanted to say thank you," Lily said. Her voice sounded sincere. She was not looking in his eyes though, and Severus wished she would.

"It was nothing," Severus said, trying to sound modest. "You'd have done it for me." She looked up at him and something in her eyes let him know that she was not so sure she would have.

"Why did you do it?" She asked. Her green eyes took on a new spark, one that he had only seen when she was in class. Her thirst for knowledge would never end.

"You are…were…my friend," he said, and this time he averted his gaze. "I knew that I was duty bound to help you in any way that I could."

"You're a Death Eater," she said. There was nothing accusatory about her tone; she was just stating a fact.

"Yes," he said bitterly. "Labels mean nothing though."

"Like mudblod," she said coldly. She hadn't meant to say it, but it slipped out too quickly. "Sorry."

"No, don't apologize," he said. "It is I who should be doing so."

She was eager to change the subject. "So really, why did you do it?"

"Lily," he looked up at her, "there is something I want to tell you. It is something I have wanted to tell you for a while." He paused.

"James?" Lily looked past Severus. Her husband was walking over to her. He stepped to her side and surveyed Severus.

"Sorry Sev," Lily apologized. "Keep going."

He had become both flustered and angered by the reappearance of James. "I've become Potions Master at the school," He said. His tone had become business like once more.

"Really?" she looked genuinely happy for him. "I guess all my tutoring paid off."

"It would seem so," Severus said. He turned to leave, but was once again stopped, this time by James.

He turned and looked at the man. James' face was quite red as though someone was choking him. "Thank you," he finally blurted. He took several deep breaths as though the words had been lodged in his throat

"You're welcome," Severus said curtly. He was going to turn and leave, but couldn't resist the urge to add more. "Though, if you were able to protect your wife and child better, I wouldn't have to do the job."

James drew his wand quickly. Severus followed suit. "You dare mention my wife and child, you bloody Death Eater!" James roared. Red sparks flew from the tip of his wand.

"If you were any kind of a real man, you would have seen Pettigrew for what he was," Severus retorted.

"I saw you for what you were, Snivellus," James shot back.

"NEVER," Roared Snape, causing Lily to jump, "call me that name again."

"Put your wands away, the both of you!" Lily shrieked. She watched silver sparks shoot from Severus' wand. Both men looked ready to kill. They opened their mouths to speak but were cut off by the sounds of someone running towards them. Harry rushed to the center of them, breathless. He was bent over, clearly winded.

"Sorry," he panted, holding his chest, "I thought I heard yelling." He took several deep breaths. Severus gave James one last dirty look and put his wand away. Without another word, he stormed away, his black cloak billowing.

"James, what in the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Lily yelled, hitting her husband. "All you had to do was apologize."

"He couldn't just accept it though," said James, putting his own wand away. "He started it."

"You sound like a child," Lily said. "What kind of role model are you supposed to be for your son?" she asked. She looked at the elder Harry, who was smirking.

"Potters," she muttered before heading into the bedroom and slamming the door.!