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.

Chapter Five

"The Order of the Phoenix"

Harry sat thinking to himself all alone on the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts. He wondered what she meant by it. He's her problem? But how? What did he do? Did it actually mean how Harry felt—not knowing what to do with the nagging feelings for Hermione? Did she really like him? And where, Harry thought grinning to himself, did that girl learn how to kiss?! He simply wanted more.

When they got to the Hogsmeade train station, Harry stood all by himself.

The elderly man in charge of the carriages came up to Harry.

"You're the last one out here," he said in a rude croaky sort of voice.

It was true. He was the last Hogwarts student there and all of the carriages had already left, all but two.

Harry walked up to one of the two carriages, but the old man stopped him before he could ever step inside.

"That one's already full. Go to the one, it's halfway empty with only a few people in it," he said.

So Harry turned to the other carriage. He opened the door, climbed inside, and sat in a seat. When Harry sat, he took a look at who was the other three people riding with him. His mouth dropped.

He was riding with none other than Draco Malfoy and his two sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Oh no!" Harry muttered miserably as the carriage started to take off.

"Oh, just great," Malfoy's malicious drawling voice said, "We're stuck with Scarhead. Where's your stupid friends?"

"I don't know," Harry moaned unhappily.

"You're not friends with them anymore?" he asked.

"Ron: no. Hermione… I haven't a clue," Harry said, not really even wanting to talk—especially to him.

Malfoy's voice suddenly turned from malevolent to friendly.

"Good then," he said, "I was wondering when you'd quit hanging around with riffraff like that. It's about time for you to start hanging around with people who are worth your time—like us."

Harry looked at them, open-mouthed.

"Yeah, right. This is a joke," Harry said almost laughing.

"No, I'm serious. You could go far, you know, if you only hang around with the right kind of people."

He held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry, not believing a word of this, took Malfoy's hand and shook it.

"I'll be your friend as long as you make sure your dad doesn't try killing me," Harry said.

Malfoy laughed rather uncomfortably.

The carriage slowed down and then grew to a stop. They got out of it one-by-one and walked into the Great Hall. As they walked in their different directions to go to their separate House tables, Malfoy called, "See you later, Harry."

Harry nodded back to him and took a seat at the Gryffindor Table.

Ron stared at him incredulously from across the table.

"What?" Harry snarled. He just wasn't in the mood; He almost felt like crying.

"Why are Malfoy and his Slytherin friends hanging around with you?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Because you aren't."

"Well I normally would, it's just I've just now figured out you're not worth it," Ron retorted. "I can't believe you dumped me for them."

"Well you dumped me for those stupid twins," Harry called back to Ron, which was a mistake because the Snyder twins were sitting next to him. Ella probably didn't hear him because she didn't do or say anything but Forest was looking daggers at Harry. The evil look Forest was giving Harry was nothing compared to the malicious one Ron was giving him.

Harry stood up and went to sit in another seat as far away from Ron Weasley as possible.

Then the Sorting Ceremony began. Professor Flitwick placed the four-legged wooden stool on the stage, along with the Sorting Hat, which was patched, frayed, and dirty. The brim of the Hat opened wide like a mouth and begun to sing:

" Hello you!

How do you do?

Why, you all are so frightened

And as scared stiff as a cat!

Don't be so nervous, for I'm only the School Sorting Hat!

And from what I judge abide

I shall decide

What School House you belong in.....

You may belong in Slytherin

Where those whom are ambitious

Will always find their goals to meet.

Perhaps you belong in Hufflepuff

Where the people belong are the ones whom are just and sweet.

Or maybe you'll find happiness in the House of Ravenclaw

Where you're always eager to learn new things.

Or you might do best in Gryffindor

Where you're brave and as clever as a dragon from head to wings.

So come and do try me on

And look past your nervous fright

I know which House to put you in,

Because I'm always right!"

Everybody cheered and then Professor McGonagall unrolled the parchment and called out the list of names to be sorted. Harry didn't pay attention much, but he paid enough attention to see that, to Harry's surprise, Beatrice Snyder was sorted into the Slytherin House. For some reason, after the Sorting was over, Professor McGonagall didn't take the Hat away.

Instead, Dumbledore stood up and all eyes feasted upon him.

"This year we have two transfer students starting in their fifth year," Dumbledore said, "And now, the Sorting Hat awaits them."

Forest was sorted into Gryffindor House and Ella was sorted into the Hufflepuff House. True, they all had different personalities, but Harry had never seen three siblings all get sorted into three different Houses. It was just odd.

After the Sorting Ceremony was over, the food appeared magically appeared onto the plates. Harry wasn't in such a great mood that night so he ate very little.

After the last bits of food disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up.

"Now that we've all been fed and watered," He said, as usual, "I have some announcements to make. "First of all, I'd like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Snyder."

Professor Snyder stood up in recognition while the Great Hall clapped and Forest Snyder screamed, "Go Dad!"

"Yes, well, best wishes to Professor Snyder and hopefully he'll stay much longer than one year," Dumbledore paused to laugh, "Notice that if you would like to try out for an open position for your House Quidditch Team, you need to see Madam Hooch as soon as possible to find out the date of the try outs. And now, what all of you have been waiting for: This year's Quidditch Captains," Dumbledore paused and waited for the excited murmuring to quiet down. When they did, he continued, "Madam Hooch, if you would… thank you."

Madam Hooch stepped onto the stage. "Evening, students. As you all know, the Quidditch teams have no captains, as they've all left Hogwarts, so now it's time to announce the year's Captains," she said, "The new Captain for Ravenclaw is Cho Chang."

Cheers and applause, mainly from the Ravenclaw Table.

"Slytherin," she continued when there was complete silence, "is Draco Malfoy."

Claps, hoots, and hollers erupted from the Slytherin Table. The Gryffindor Table, however, booed and hissed almost as loud as the happy Slytherins themselves. Harry could hear Ron hollering in protest.

It took about five whole minutes for everybody to be quiet.

"Hufflepuff," she said, "is Hannah Abbott."

Cheers from the Hufflepuff Table.

"And," she said finally, "the Quidditch Captain for the Hogwarts House of Gryffindor is—"

Everybody turned to look at Harry. Everybody always expected Harry to win and be the best as everything, just as he always was. Harry secretly hoped to win and crossed his fingers under the table.

"—George Weasley," she finished.

The Gryffindor Table erupted, perhaps actually louder than the Slytherins were. The Slytherins booed.

Harry was startled. For once he hadn't won or been the best at something. It showed people he was only human. Harry didn't know if he was upset or thrilled at this. Some people didn't want Harry to be human, just some super-hero.

Harry chanced a glance at Ron. Ron was talking to Forest. He was also pointing at Harry and laughing. "Potter's crying because he actually didn't win for once," he heard Ron say loudly. "But he doesn't realize that nobody likes him anymore and he isn't famous no longer. People won't just let everything happen to him, just because he's the 'famous Harry Potter with his famous scar', he needs to learn that. He's not even that good at Quidditch—"

Harry couldn't stand the pressure anymore. He jumped up and ran out of the Great Hall and into the empty corridor outside the Hall. He slumped himself against the wall and actually started to cry.

He was just too stressed out and he couldn't handle it any longer.

Suddenly the doors to the Great Hall opened. Harry frantically tried to wipe the tears from his eyes in case it was Ron or somebody worse.

But alas, it was Professor Dumbledore.

"Harry," he said softly, "would you like to speak in my office?"


Harry heard the chairs from inside the Great Hall scrape against the floor and the noise of the students getting up.

Harry was sure he didn't want to been like that.

"Yes, sir," Harry said gratefully.

And they left before the students ever got a chance to see Harry in distress.

They got to the stone gargoyle and Dumbledore said, "Verbatim" and the Gargoyle jumped over to let them pass through.

They went up the spiral staircase and into Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and gestured for Harry to sit also, in a green leather chair sitting comfortably in front of his desk.

Fawkes the Phoenix flew from his perch and unto Harry's knee. He was so warm and happy and made Harry a bit more cheerful… but just a bit.

"I called you into my office to talk to you about some important things, but clearly you need me to play the role of counselor," Dumbledore said, "So… what's been bothering you, Harry?"

"Well…" And then Harry broke into the story about Ron, Hermione, Malfoy, Sirius, and everything else that had been loaded on Harry.

When Harry was finished, he took a deep breath and slumped to the back of his cozy little chair.

Dumbledore sighed. "Poor Harry… everything seems to always happen to you," he said sounding very concerned.

"I can help with a few of your problems but first I must insist of adding somewhat more to your heavy burden. Voldemort has found out you're still alive and isn't going to rest until you and Professor Snape are both dead," Dumbledore said sadly.

Harry knew that was coming.

"He would have found out sooner or later, anyhow," Harry said.

"I see that you aren't too bothered by that. Well, you shouldn't worry anyhow because there's help. You know how Voldemort has his Death Eaters to fight for the Dark side? Well now the Light side has their own organization, since Voldemort has successfully returned to power: The Order of the Phoenix. That's what Sirius and Hagrid had to do this summer, to get people to join. That's also where Sirius is right now, Harry, so you needn't worry about him," Dumbledore said.

"And this year, Harry, you need to promise me that you will not do anything dangerous or any rule-breaking, because one of our spies have informed me that Voldemort is more powerful than before, and he plans on taking over Hogwarts and killing you as well when he becomes stronger. Please promise me, Harry.

Harry looked into his deep blue eyes.

"Professor, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I'm going to be a perfect little boy this year," Harry said, "I'm sorry, I just can't. What if Voldemort suddenly appears in my dormitory and starts to duel?"

Dumbledore smiled at Harry. "You know Harry, you are so much remarkably like your father. You look almost identical, you think alike, you're both a bit stubborn at times, you both have pretty much the same taste in females," he paused, chuckling softly. "You both are terrific at Quidditch—"

"I'm not any good at Quidditch, even Ron says so," Harry interrupted miserably.

"Yes you are," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling, "You have an extraordinary talent on the Quidditch field, just like your father, and actually Harry, you were supposed to be the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain this year."

"What?" Harry said, confused.

"You were also supposed to be a Prefect, but both privileges were unfortunately taken away from you to help protect you from Voldemort. Actually, you still are a Prefect, but we didn't want to give you the excuse to roam the building at night just because you hold an authority badge, it's just too risky. When things become much safer, I promise you, harry, you'll be rewarded for you're inconvenience… and you'll be able to join Miss Granger, eh?" Dumbledore laughed.

But Harry couldn't laugh, not at a time like this. He was supposed to be a Prefect and the Quidditch Captain? What's this, did they not trust Harry enough? He could definitely take care of himself, he had done it before, and survived Voldemort at least four times already, not to mention the Death Eater's attack, although it wasn't merely his own doing; he had help from Professor Snape.

"Will I be able to be Quidditch Captain if things get better?" Harry asked. He didn't care as much about missing his chance to be an authority figure.

"Next year, if things are better," Dumbledore promised.

"Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you a question?" Harry said "In my first year at Hogwarts, I asked you some questions, but you agreed to answer only a few of them. I asked you this one question, but you refused to answer me, saying I would know when I was older? Can you answer that question now?'

"It depends on what that question you're asking is, Harry."

"I asked you why Voldemort really wanted to kill my parents and I in the first place," Harry reminded him.

"Oh, yes, that one. I'm surprised at you, Harry. Usually you'd go to any lengths to solve a mystery, but the answer to this question is yet dancing in your face, it's so obvious," Dumbledore said.

'Well, apparently it isn't that obvious because I still don't know the answer," Harry replied. He realized, too late, that what he had said was a bit rude, but he felt a hot surge of pain at what Dumbledore just told him.

"It's easy," Dumbledore said, "See, you know how Salazaar Slytherin hated Godric Gryffindor? Well, Voldemort is the last remaining descendant of Slytherin, and you, Harry—you're Gryffindor's. So naturally Voldemort wanted you and your father dead. You got it on your father's side of the family, by the way. He came from a long line of people whom were descended from Gryffindor himself."

Harry's mouth dropped. He had a lot of trouble believing this.

"You still don't see it, do you, Harry?" Dumbledore asked. "Harry, do you know where you lived before your parents died? Godric's Hollow. Your father had inherited the manor, land, heirlooms, and money that had been passed through the family. That's why James really never needed a proper job. He already had enough money to support his family. Of course James didn't live there all her life; he found out just like you. And that's why Voldemort wanted him dead and started chasing him.

"Also, more proof: you remember that sword you pulled out of the Sorting Hat? That was one of Gryffindor's heirlooms. Or, when you bought you wand? If I am much mistaken, there should have been red and gold colored sparks flying out of your wand instead of the normal colors. Red and gold, as you already know, are the mascot colors for the Hogwarts House of Gryffindor.

It was slowly starting to make sense to Harry. Harry yawned wearily.

"Yes, it is a little late. We'll chat sometime later, Harry. Off to bed you trot. Goodnight," Dumbledore said.

And Harry went back to the Gryffindor Common Room, feeling very dazed.