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 Six

"The Quidditch Try-outs"

The next morning Harry got dressed and went to the Great Hall to eat some breakfast.

Harry was buttering his toast when Forest, Ron, and to Harry's great surprise, Hermione all sat down.

"Oh, you and Hermione made up, have you?" Harry asked Ron. He wasn't rude; he wasn't mad at Ron anymore, not after what Dumbledore told Harry.

"Yes we have, Harry," Hermione answered instead. "Ron won't speak to you."

"B-but I need to talk to you really bad, Ron! You can't do this to me!" Harry blurted out.

Ron merely glared at Harry.

"Fine then, Hermione, are you still on speaking-terms with me?" Harry asked, but knew the answer already. It was showing in her face.

"Well… I don't know. What you did was wrong…" Hermione trailed off.

"Yeah, you double-crossing two-faced traitor!" Ron yelled.

"Fine then!" Harry hissed. "I talked to Dumbledore last night, but I suppose you don't want to hear what he said about Voldemort's intentions?"

As Harry stormed away, he heard Ron smart off, "I could care less if You-Know-Who killed him right now. He would have deserved it anyhow."

As he was sulking gloomily towards the door, he bumped into Draco Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry Malfoy," Harry said, not looking up.

"Draco! Call me Draco," the drawling voice said.

"Okay. Draco, then," Harry said.

"What's the matter? What, is it Weasley?" Draco asked. "What's he been saying to you?"

"He doesn't want to speak to me, just about me," Harry said. "He says he doesn't care if Voldemort's after me, because he is, by the way, and that I'm a "double-crossing two-face traitor" because I'm friends with you."

"We'll put a stop to his smirky remarks," Draco said, while Crabbe and Goyle looked in Ron's direction and clenched their fists dangerously.

The last thing that Harry wanted was to cause even more trouble between himself and Ron, although he though it was a terrific idea right now, especially if he joined in.

"No, thanks anyhow," Harry said, managing a weak smile.

Draco shrugged and said, "See you in Double Potions."

They walked back to the Slytherin Table while Harry walked out of the Great Hall.

In History of Magic, Ron ignored Harry, but spoke and laughed at him the whole time.

Harry sat by himself at lunch and then went to Potions Class. Harry sat down in a desk by himself and watched Ron, Forest, Hermione, Seamus, and Dean all sit on the other side of the room, while Ron pointed at Harry and remarked smartly about how Harry was sitting all by himself.

Then Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle invited Harry to sit with them. Harry picked up his books and moved over with them to the Slytherin side of the room.

Then Professor Snape walked into the room.

"Silence!" he hissed angrily.

He glared at Harry as if he was the one making all the noise.

Harry stole a glance across the room and saw Ron staring open-mouthed at Harry. Ron looked as though he wanted to say something, but didn't dare say anything under the menacing glare of Snape.

Snape took role-call and paired them into small groups to make a Vanishing Potion.

Harry tried his best to make sure he made his potion right, for Snape really looked hacked off about something. As Snape passed by to look at their table's potions, Harry was confident that his was perfect.

"Potter, your potion is way too thick," Snape sneered and then he walked away.

When the bell finally rang, Snape held Harry back.

"Potter, I thought you would know better," he said icily.

"What'd I do?"

"After all we have gone through in protecting your ignorant self, you are so careless. But I guess you seem to think that it doesn't matter and rules don't apply for you because you are the famous Harry Potter. Do you know how dangerous it is for you to have company with people who want you dead?"

"But sir!—Draco and I are friends—and—"

"And no he isn't. His father's a Death Eater. Detention for back talking. You may go," Snape interrupted.

"But—"

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Leave."

And he walked away.

Later that evening, Harry was in Gryffindor Common Room trying to do his complicated homework. He had to write a long essay for History of Magic class about the Witch Rebellion of 1813.

The catch was, Harry was having trouble writing the essay, but he didn't have Hermione's help or Ron's humorous jokes to help him manage.

Harry didn't know what to do. He was friendless and the only people who wanted to be friends with him, weren't allowed to be (and that isn't counting the Creevy brothers!)

Harry got so irritated he called for Hermione's help anyhow.

"Hermione… please come see!" Harry called helplessly.

She stood up but Ron held her back.

"Don't talk to that traitor!"

Hermione hesitated before she resumed her seat.

Harry groaned. "Please?"

"Leave her alone, you Slytherin-Wannabe!" Ron snarled. Then he turned to talk to Dean Thomas at his side. Harry looked back at Hermione and was startled to see that she was almost in tears.

"Not now. Later," she mouthed soundlessly to Harry.

Harry nodded.

He decided to wait on doing that homework and took out a spare piece of parchment and wrote:

Hermione,

I really need to talk to you. I'm not friends with Malfoy. He was just using me to help the Death Eaters killing me. I need to talk to you very soon. Is Friday night fine? If it is, meet me in the Common Room at midnight. Nod your head for 'yes' and shake it for 'no'.

Love,

Harry

Harry folded up the parchment and looked around. Then he saw Angelina Johnson walking towards him.

"Angelina, come see, please." She strode over.

"Will you please do me a favor? I need you to give this to Hermione for me please," Harry said.

"All right," she said.

"Thank you."

He handed her the folded parchment and watched as she went up to Hermione and delivered his message. Hermione dropped the homework she was in the process of doing. She unfolded the parchment and read Harry's letter. Then she glanced at Ron, who was still talking to Dean, and then nodded her head yes to Harry.

Harry's heart hammered. He'd be meeting Hermione Friday night and they'd be all alone together. Did Harry dare?

Meanwhile, Hermione was real nervous too and was thinking pretty much the same thing as Harry. They'd be all alone together. Did Hermione dare?

On Friday night, Harry went to bed and waited until he heard snores from Dean, Neville, Ron, and Seamus. He got out of bed, threw a robe over his pajamas, and grabbed his invisibility cloak—just in case.

He went down to the Common Room and saw Hermione sitting by the fire in a squashy armchair, muttering nervously to herself.

"Oh hurry up, Harry," she murmured nervously to herself.

Harry snuck up from behind her quietly and placed his hands on her shoulders. She jumped and spun around wildly. "H-Harry?'

Harry jumped back so Hermione didn't hit him as she spun around.

"Harry? Is that you?"' she asked, looking around the dimly lit Common Room.

Harry had an idea.

"Hermioneeeeee…" he whispered.

"W-who is it?"

"Hermioneeeeee…"

Harry gasped; he didn't say it that time, but neither did Hermione.

When Harry jumped, his invisibility cloak fell off.

Hermione sighed with relief. "Oh Harry, thank god it's you!"

"The first time it was me, but the second time it wasn't!" Harry said.

"But… who was it then?"

George Weasley jumped out from behind an armchair hidden in a corner.

"What do you want?" Harry asked angrily.

"I woke up and saw y'all, so I though I would scare you as a joke," George said laughing. "Did you see your faces? That was soo funny!"

"No, of course we didn't see our faces. You don't see us looking in these invisible mirrors that we are holding in our hands right now, do you?" Hermione said curtly.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll leave. I can tell when I'm not wanted," George said. He was walking towards the boys' dormitories, but his fluffy-slippered toe had barely touched the stairs when he spun around.

"Harry!" he said. "I forgot to tell you, we have Quidditch practice tomorrow morning at eight!"

"At eight?!" Harry said.

He was already practically falling asleep as it is.

Harry went to bed about thirty minutes later and flung himself in his bed, too tired to do anything.

Hermione had become friends with Harry again and then he had caught Hermione up with the latest news. Hermione was very upset that Dumbledore wouldn't let Harry be a Prefect or Quidditch Captain just because of Voldemort; he had, after all, been after Harry since he was born. What was the difference?

Harry was disappointed that they didn't do anything and, secretly, so was Hermione.

At eight in the morning, George Weasley went into Harry's dormitory.

"Harry!" he shouted. "Did you forget about Quidditch practice?"

Harry pulled the curtain of his four-poster back.

"What'd you say?" Harry said groggily.

"Quidditch practice!"

"Oh yeah!" Harry said, remembering. "I'll be there in a minute, okay?"

Twenty minutes later Harry walked onto the Quidditch filed wearing his scarlet Quidditch robes and carrying his treasured Firebolt.

No one was there, so he figured they were all in the dressing rooms. He walked to the building and pushed open the door.

"Hey Harry! What took you so long?" Angelina Johnson said when Harry came in.

"Yeah, we've been waiting for you," George said.

"Why? For what?"

"Quidditch try-outs!" Fred piped up.

"Oh, yeah," Harry remembered.

Harry looked around and then saw a lot of Gryffindors whom looked eager and anxious for the try-outs. He scanned the crowd for people he knew and saw Forest Snyder, Ginny and Ron Weasley. Harry bitterly hoped Ron's cheap broom went berserk on him and he didn't make the team. It doesn't matter, Harry thought, because Forest is trying out and he was on the Quidditch team at his other school. Harry wondered if Ginny Weasley was any good, but most likely not.

"Okay, I want everybody, including both the team and the people trying out, to take a lap around the Quidditch Field," George said, climbing onto his broom. Harry noticed George had a new broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand and One.

"Is this part of the try-outs?" Forest asked.

"Yes," George answered.

Harry climbed on his Firebolt and flew with the others. As Harry flew by, he saw Madam Hooch sitting at the bottom row of the stands studying everyone who was trying for the Keeper position.

Harry was first in line. He looked behind him and, to Harry's great satisfaction, saw that Ron was last in line. Ginny and Forest were trailing close behind him.

When Harry finished his lap, he sat on the bleachers with the rest of the team and watched as the people trying out performed exercises and tasks. At the end of the try-outs, Madam Hooch called the team to her while the others sat in their spot on the bleachers.

"So… anybody got some person in mind who's caught your eye?" George asked.

"Your sister, Ginny, is perfect for the position," Madam Hooch said, referring to George.

"I thought," Harry said, "that Forest Snyder was good."

"What about that third year girl, Jewlianne Nickels? She was terrific," Angelina said.

"I think it must be a tie between Ginny and Forest," said Katie Bell.

Harry had hardly even paid any attention to Ginny. He never had thought her to be any good.

Harry thought it hilarious that everybody trying out was mentioned, everybody but Ron.

It was really too bad that Hermione wasn't much for sports; Harry would love playing Quidditch on the same team as her. Harry wondered if she actually liked him back. Harry felt really more like he was in love with her instead of crushing on her. Every time Hermione came near Harry, his muscles all seized up and his heart pounded dramatically in his ear. He was almost sure that Hermione liked him just a bit, after all, she had shown a few signs. But Harry was too scared and shy to pull any move on Hermione… just yet.

"Hello?" a loud voice boomed in on Harry's lovely thoughts.

"Earth to Harry?" Fred was saying to Harry, waving an irritated hand in his dazed face.

"Huh?" Harry said, breaking his thinking session.

"Honestly, Harry," Angelina said, laughing hard, "You're acting like you're in love, or something."

Everybody burst out loud and Harry put on a false grin and pretended to find that fact hilarious all like the others.

"I had just asked you," George said, still laughing, "do you think we should have a tie-breaker for Ginny and Forest because their both pretty damn good."

"George Weasley!" Madam Hooch shrieked.

George's grin faltered. "Sorry," he murmured.

"Yeah," Harry said, answering George.

"Terrific!" George said, clapping his hands together. Harry smiled weakly. George was always so cheerful, but why? Then with a sudden pang of jealousy, Harry realized it was because he and Angelina were happily together.

Harry looked up in time to see Ginny and Forest take off for a competing lap around the Quidditch field.

Harry could face Voldemort, the most evil and powerful wizard alive, but he couldn't even face Hermione. Harry was a coward and he hated himself for it. He heard cheers so Harry looked and saw Ginny fly through first. Ginny was, Harry thought, actually pretty good. She landed gracefully in front of the bleachers and then fell to the ground as she caught her breath.

"Welcome Ginny," George said, mocking what looked and sounded like Percy, "to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Splendid job, if I must say." He shook Ginny's hand, making her giggle.

Ginny wasn't that bad-looking either, Harry thought.

Harry thought of how jealous Ron was be, considering his youngest sibling made the team over him. Harry chuckled darkly.

Harry chanced a glance (a/n: rhymes unintentionally!) over at Ron and his heart fell. Regardless, Harry was mad, but he couldn't stand to see his best friend sit all by himself looking as if his true love was just murdered. Harry laughed to himself; all he could think about was love!

Harry sighed to himself and walked over. Ron didn't even notice Harry until he sat down next to him. "What do you want?" Ron asked shakily.

"To talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you. Go away!" Ron shrieked.

"Um, look, are you okay?" Harry asked, feeling a little worried.

"Nothing that a two-faced traitor can help with," Ron said coldly.

"Okay Ron, I don't care if you're mad at me or not. That was just plain rude," Harry said grimly.

Ron snorted. "And why shouldn't I be acting this rude?" Ron said angrily.

"One thing is for sure," Harry said, "I never did a thing to you."

Ron snorted again.

"I know you think I'm Malfoy's friend," harry said.

"-- and this means what to me?…." Ron interrupted Harry sarcastically.

"Oh wake up, Ron. How could I be friends with a Dark self-concerned git like that? Don't you get it? Malfoy was just using me, trying to lure me into Voldemort's trap. He wants me dead."

Ron wasn't convinced. "Then why did you sit with him in Potions the other day, if you knew it was a trap?"

"Because you weren't."

"I'm sorry," Ron muttered, looking away.

"Yeah, me too," Harry said. They looked at each other and grinned. They were friends again-- finally. Then Harry broke into all the detail of everything Ron had missed when their friendship was on mute.

Harry was almost completely happy….but…. He still wanted Hermione like crazy.