Story Title: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Author name: Mae-Lynn Moodle
Author E-mail: CristyenElaine@hotmail.com
Category: General/ romance novel-length
Keywords: Harry Hermione Ginny Death Eaters Voldemort
Rating: PG…. Oh well, PG-13 to be safe
Spoilers: Probably all
Summary: It's my version of the fifth book. Voldemort and his Death Eaters return, new characters, Harry finds out more about his parents, we all find out what in the world is the Order of the Phoenix, and a traitor is in the midst…
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's note: Okay, this is fanfiction, so it doesn't have to be 100% correct, am I right? Therefore, I do not need a whole lot of e-mails telling me Lily Potter's maiden name is Evans and you can't apparate in or outside of Hogwarts. I simply overlooked it and didn't spot these mistakes until it was too late to change. Heh, in this chapter, you see what starts out as an original character with "Mary Sue Syndrome" but don't be fooled. If you read the rest of this, it'll slowly comprehend on you! J
Chapter Two
"Mrs. Figg's Secret"
The journey was almost like taking Floo Powder but quicker, and not quite as painful. He landed on all fours next to Mrs. Figg who was already standing.
Harry stood up and looked around. He was in Dumbledore's office. There was the Sorting Hat, Fawkes, and--
"Hello Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, smiling.
"Well, hello Harry. You're a tiny bit later than I had expected, but all is well," he said, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. "And you've brought a guest. Lovely!"
A minute later Snape apparated at Dumbledore's side.
"Good morning, Severus," Dumbledore said pleasantly.
"Good?" Snape scoffed moodily.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes full of concern.
"I met up with the Death Eaters and they seem to believe that I killed Harry and his Muggle family before they did," Snape said. Then he put on a drawling imitation voice of Malfoy, "The Master'll be pleased."
"Well that's something," Dumbledore said. "I see you have brought a guest. Not that I'm not honored," said Dumbledore, making Mrs. Figg blush, "but is there a specific reason that you are here?"
"Uh, yes, actually," Mrs. Figg said. "Is this a good time to explain who I am right now?"
"Never could have been better," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.
"But I'll need your help in explaining it, Albus," she said.
"All right."
"Goodness, I don't know where to begin. I guess that first of all, I should tell you that I am not a Muggle babysitter. I am a witch, of course," she said.
Harry's mouth dropped. All his life, even before he, himself knew he was a wizard, he had been babysat by an elderly old witch who had way too many cats.
Mrs. Figg looked at Harry's blank face with a sympathetic smile.
"I've got more shocking news, dear," she said smiling, "I'm not only a witch, but I'm also your grandmother."
"W-what? How? I thought the Dursleys were the only family I had alive! Dumbledore said--"
"The Dursleys and I are your only family. Both of us were used in protecting you against Voldemort. It was the Fiddelus Charm. I was your Secret-Keeper, and that was why you had to go always back to the Dursleys at least once during summer break. You see, Albus here knew Voldemort would come back, so when your parents died, he decided to put you under the charm," she said, frowning at Harry's puzzled face.
"But if you're my grandmother, then why do the Dursleys refer to you as 'Mrs. Figg' and never come to visit you? Whose side of the family are you on? My mum's or dad's?"
"I am both Petunia and Lily's mother. Petunia practically disowned me when I told her I was a witch. She always hated anything to do with magic, her. Always had and always will, since she was young. She hated anything that wasn't or didn't seem real or possible."
"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly.
"Don't be sorry, my dear boy! You've got me now," she said.
Harry looked at her, smiling. Then he looked at Dumbledore.
"What are you going to do about the Dursleys?" Harry asked him.
"They are in Professor McGonagall's office right now. Apparently somebody, a spy most likely, said something to the Death Eaters. Now they aren't going to rest until you and the Dursleys are dead. So they are going to stay at Hogwarts."
"But how can they? I mean-- they're Muggles!" Harry said.
"There is a small cabin next to Hagrid's that they are going to be staying in," Dumbledore said simply.
Harry had been to Hagrid's too many times to know that the only place nearest Hagrid's, besides the Hogwarts Castle, was the Forbidden Forest. "But-- no there isn't!" Harry said.
Dumbledore smiled. "Yes there is," he said, "it's enchanted. Only certain people can see it. That is why they'll be safe." Harry grinned. He could trust only Professor Dumbledore to come up with something that clever.
"Can I go to Ron's still?" Harry asked.
"Of course you can. Now, how about a little something to eat and some rest. Mrs. Figg, would you like to join us?"
"No thank you, I've got somewhere to go," she said, "Thank you any way."
"Oh all right, but you don't know what you're missing. These Hogwarts House-Elves sure know how to cook!" Dumbledore said, winking at Harry.
Harry laughed. "Don't let Hermione Granger hear you say that, sir!"
"Good-bye Harry," Mrs. Figg said, hugging Harry. Harry felt himself go red in the face. Then she apparated back home.
"Talking about House-Elves, how is Winky and Dobby doing?" Harry asked, turning to Dumbledore.
"Dobby is doing great and Winky-- well, Winky is, er-- different. Just don't mention Mr. Crouch or his son: Mr. Crouch," Dumbledore paused to laugh at his irony. "Would you like to visit them? You can ask them to send food to the Great Hall while you're there."
"Sure," Harry agreed.
Harry went to the fruit painting and tickled the green pear. It turned into a doorknob and Harry went inside the kitchens.
A Hogwarts House-elf bowed. "Yes?" it asked in a squeaky voice, "Can we help you, sir?"
"Yeah, um, Dumbledore would like some food for a very small feast," Harry said.
"Yes sir!" the happy Elf squeaked.
"Wait!" Harry called as the House-Elf turned to go, "Can I talk to Dobby and Winky?"
Two minutes later the Hogwarts House-Elf appeared with Dobby the House-Elf.
"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squealed, throwing himself around Harry's middle.
Today Dobby was wearing the usual odd assortment of clothing: he had a checkered-print T-shirt, a hot-pink bow tie, some black shorts that went to his shins, and one purple-and-orange striped sock, and one of the mustard-yellow socks that Harry had given him last year for Christmas.
"What brings Harry Potter to Hogwarts so early, sir?" Dobby asked.
"Hang on, Dobby… Where's Winky?" Harry asked.
Dobby pointed to the stairway. Winky was dashing down the stairs with another Hogwarts House-elf. Harry's eyes grew wider and his mouth dropped. He almost thought his eyes were failing him.
Winky's style had changed.
"I think," Harry muttered to Dobby under his breath, "That Winky has been hanging around you way too much."
Winky had a metallic orange and purple hat that looked as though it had come from a funky Muggle teen… it was about three-feet high. She was wearing a faded blue-jean mini skirt, a yellow shirt with a hot-pink sleeveless vest and a green-and-blue spotted tie. Surprisingly, she actually had matching socks, the only thing unlike Dobby. Harry just gaped open-mouthed at her.
"Hello, sir," she said in her usual squeaky voice.
"Hello Winky," Harry said, "I, er, like your outfit. It's something quite different."
"Harry Potter: meet Dolly," Winky introduced the House-elf next to her.
"Pleased to meet you, sir."
This one was female.
"She would like to be a free House-elf too, but she's too afraid to say something to Master Dumbledore," Dobby said.
"Don't be. Dumbledore'll let her. He's real kind and understanding," Harry said, accepting a cup of tea and some chocolate eclairs that the bowing House-elves were offering.
"But sir! We's to scared to do it!" Winky piped up.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you," Harry said.
"Harry Potter is too kind!" Dobby said.
Suddenly, about 10 house-elves came carrying what looked like a year's supply of food, and placed it evenly on the two of the five long tables in the Kitchens. A second later, the food vanished out of the dishes, being automatically refilled by the House-elves.
"Geez!" Harry exclaimed, "I said food for a small feast, not a feast for the world's hungriest children!"
The House-elves looked hurt at what Harry had just said, so Harry tried to make them feel better.
"Oh, but it looks simply delicious!" he said. They beamed at him.
"Thanks guys!" Harry said. He turned to leave, but spun back around.
"Dobby!" Harry said, "Come see real quick!"
Dobby ran over. "Would you like to come to the feast with me?" Harry whispered, making sure nobody else heard.
"Oh yes sir! I loves feasts, Harry Potter!" he squeaked, sounding delighted.
And they went out of the Portrait hole and walked upstairs to the Great Hall.
The food was great and after the feast, Harry asked Dumbledore about Dolly. He just chuckled softly and said, "Of course."
"They must be hanging around that admirable friend of yours, Dobby, way too long," Dumbledore said, still laughing. "Now Harry, I have sent an owl to the Weasley's this morning and they said that you can go. Mister Ronald Weasley is by no doubt excited. He's written you a letter for me to give to you."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said as Dumbledore handed him his letter from Ron. Harry ran to the nearest chair, sat down, and tore it open:
Dear Harry,
I'm so happy that you are coming here today. I was about to write you anyway. I tried to invite Hermione, also, but she thought Viktor was way more important than we are.
Harry, guess what? Somebody just moved in next door. They're from America. How cool is that? And their dad is going to be our Defense against the Dark Arts teacher this year. He's real cool… but so is his daughter.
He has three kids, two of them are twins starting their fifth year and the other is a little girl starting her first year. They're all going to transfer to Hogwarts next year.
The twin's names are Forest and Elaine Snyder. The youngest is Beatrice Snyder. Elaine's nickname is "Ella" and has shoulder-length blond hair that's always curled under, and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. I don't like her or anything like that… Hey, are you trying out for Quidditch Captain this year? George and Fred are, and they say that Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell are trying out also. I hope you make it, you're better than they are! See you tonight.
Later,
Ron
Harry folded the letter and put it back in its envelope.
He looked at the ceiling of the Great hall. Today it was really sunny with hardly any clouds. Harry grinned. Perfect conditions for Quidditch!
Then a thought occurred to Harry: "Professor Dumbledore, how am I getting to the Weasley's?"
"I believe they said Floo Powder," Dumbledore said, wiping his glasses on the hem of his dark navy robes.
Harry groaned. Not Floo Powder!
Dumbledore chuckled. "You don't like Floo Powder either?"
"Yeah, once I got lost… I ended up in Knockturn Alley," Harry said miserably.
"Really?" Dumbledore said laughing, "Just once? I got lost the first three times I ever used Floo Powder!"
Harry laughed; he couldn't imagine, out of all people, Dumbledore: one of the greatest wizards on Earth, getting lost with a silly thing like Floo Powder.
"Harry," Dumbledore said softly, "As much as I regret telling you this, I do believe it's time for you to go."
So they got his trunks and Hedwig. Harry took some Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office. He stepped in and said, "The Burrow."
And then he left.
