A/N- I hate little kids! Anyways, I need to finish this, I'm starting to get back into the Crystal of Kryptonite too. Back to the fic!

Chapter 17- The Invitation

"My lord, This is all well, but what exactly do you intend to do?" Lucius Malfoy was in Lord Voldemort's throne room, bowing. Lord Voldemort had just finished telling Malfoy about his huge 'meetings' with all the children.

"My dear Malfoy. See, I have brainwashed all the muggle children in the world, and only have one set left, the Little Whingling area of Britain. See, I will have control over all Muggles!"

"Yes my lord, but how can that defeat Potter?"

"Dumb, young and incompetent Malfoy, I will attack Hogwarts with my new muggle army, there would be no way to defend against it, and they won't see it coming."

"My lordship, that is brilliant, where do you come up with these ideas?"

"Elementary my dear Malfoy, Elementary."

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"Harry, Harry!" Cho Chang ran across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table.

"Oh here comes that little-" Ron called Cho a name that Hermione would object, except for the fact that she was thinking it too.

"Shut up." Harry said. It was common knowledge that Harry and Cho were dating, but what everyone didn't know was that Cho absolutely hated Ron and Hermione, and the feelings couldn't be more mutual. Cho sat down next to Harry, and kissed him on the cheek,

"Derrick and Jordan are playing a game of Quidditch later on tonight, and I asked if you could join, they said yes, so tonight after our date you gotta meet them by the lake." Cho said. Derrick and Jordan were some sixth year Hufflepuffs Cho was trying to get Harry to be friends with.

"Oh, and I love your haircut." Cho cooed, Ron suppressed a laugh, but Harry was looking at him anyway. Cho had taken Harry to a barbers shop in Hogsmeade yesterday, because he 'needed something done with his hair'. All the Gryffindor boys gave him grief for it, but most of the older girl's said it was cuter lying flat. (The fifth year girl's and younger liked it the old way though.)

"Baby, I already told you I don't want to hang out with Jordan and Derrick, me and Ron have a game to settle." Harry told Cho, holding her hand. She shrugged her shoulders and continued as if she hadn't heard his last statement,

"Okay, don't forget picnic lunch today, South side, Oak tree." She finished and got up, shooting snide glances at Ron and Hermione, who returned ones of equal caliber.

"I say we ambush her, and feed her Aragog." Ron said aloud. Harry turned to him, and frowned,

"Why can't you guys just accept her?" He asked before getting up and walking away, leaving a stone-faced Ron and Hermione sitting there, alone.

Harry climbed out of the portrait hole, on his way down to the Oak tree where he and Cho ate lunch. Harry climbed down the stairs and twisting corridors until he got the big front Oak doors. Suddenly he heard a noise, and turned around. He watched as hundreds and hundreds of papers went flying out of Fleur's hands and down the stairs, and as her wand hit the ground and bounced into a tiny mouse hole. Normally Harry would have laughed, but for some reason he didn't, he just turned and headed out to the grounds. He moved quickly to the Oak tree and sat down next to an awaiting Cho. She had a picnic basket full of food and he was lying on a blanket.

"Hey Harry, your late."

"I know."

"So, are you going to bring your Firebolt to the game, because you really should use my Nimbus. It will be really unfair if your on a Firebolt."

"Cho, I'm not going, Ron and I still have a score to settle, and we play chess all night."

"I thought you were going to stop hanging around with them, Derrick and Jordan are much better."

"No, they aren't, Ron and Hermione have been by my side all my life!"

"Cedric!" Cho whined, but she gasped at her reply. Harry did too, but he got up. The two were silent for a moment. He didn't know what to say, but in an instant it all made sense. His haircut had been like Cedric's, and Jordan had been one of Cedric's friends. Cho had been trying to change him into Cedric completely!

"Harry, I'm . . . I'm sorry." She started to tear up. Harry didn't know what to do, but Cho looked like she needed to be alone at the moment.

"Cho, I really don't think we should see each other anymore. I just don't think your fully over Cedric, I mean you've changed my haircut to be like his, you've changed my friends, and your even calling me Cedric now. I'm sorry, do you want me to stay with you?" Harry bent down on his heels. Cho shook her head and touched his shoulder,

"I'm really sorry Harry." She said. He turned around and headed up to the castle. He threw open the doors, looking around.

Fleur was bent down, still picking up all her papers, too bad she couldn't do it by magic, or else it would have been done quickly. She picked up a stack on the various ways to block disarm spells, and moved forward a little,

"Ow!" She bumped her head on something; rubbing it gingerly she looked up. Harry was standing there with the rest of her papers in his hand, holding them out.

"Um Professor, can we talk?" He asked, Fleur eyed him up strangely and shook he head,

"I'm sorry Potter, I have some work to be done, if it's about homework I'm sure Ms. Granger can help you." She walked straight past him, and Harry stood there, dumbfounded.

"Alright Fleur can we talk?" Harry said. Fleur stopped,

"Okay."

"Can we go to your room, I kinda need to talk for a while." Harry muttered, Fleur turned and

walked away; he followed. They got to the two crossed swords on her door and the plank that said 'Memento Mori'. Harry hadn't been here in a few months.

"Cover your ears." She said, and Harry covered his ears as Fleur spoke the password. They entered the room and sat down.

Harry paced back and forth as Fleur sat on the couch, twiddling her fingers.

"So are you going to burn a hole in my carpet, or talk to me Potter?"

"See that's exactly what I wanted to talk about!" Harry exclaimed, taking Fleur by surprise,

"What happened to us Fleur? We got mad over something; it was so little I can't even remember the whole thing! And I'm sorry for being such a jerk, and a git, and for everything else." He spat out quickly, growing somewhat somber during the last part of his statement.
Fleur stood up and walked over to Harry, standing directly in front of him. She hesitated, then plunged into a deep hug with him,

"I've been waiting for you to say that!" She hugged him, and he hugged her, together in each other's embrace they sat for god's knows how long. The door banged loudly as someone knocked.

Fleur let go of Harry and went to the door; Professor McGonagall was outside,

"Oh, I'm glad you two are here, it saves me trip to Gryffindor tower. Professor Dumbledore needs you two in his office immediately." McGonagall turned and walked the other way while a puzzled Fleur and Harry went to Dumbledore's office.

Harry stopped at the stone gargoyle, he didn't know the password, but Fleur stepped up,

"Blood Pops." She said, and on command the statue leapt to the side.

"Why does he like blood pops?" Harry asked; Fleur shrugged her shoulders. They walked through the mini corridor and entered Dumbledore's chambers; he was waiting for them at his desk.

"Professor, where have you been? Why were you gone? Are you hurt?" Harry flooded

Dumbledore with questions, but he held up one hand, to silence him.

"It will be explained Soon Harry, but what I have to say cannot be interrupted as I do not have much time, I must leave again, but tell no one I was here, except of course the other people."

"What other two peo-" Harry started, but Hermione and Ron entered the room at just that second.

"Yes professor?"

"Now that you're all here I shall explain this, and I must beg of you no interruptions."
They all nodded,

"Back before Hogwarts was formed, back before the Witch Burnings, and even before the first Basilisk was discovered they were five great powers. The Summoner, The Iris, The Par, The Collector, and The Aura. Now An Iris's powers you all already know, but an Aura is a person who can see Aura's. A person's Aura is the outline of themselves, and the color representing their morality. For example, a red aura may mean the person is whole-heartedly good, while a green Aura may mean they are much like Lord Voldemort. Nobody knows for sure what colors mean, because the last Aura had kept all her notes in a book, yet it was destroyed. A Par is a person who has supernatural abilities to react faster in situations, and actually slow the time around them. It all includes forces too like gravity. A Collector is a person who can see and collect souls of people to become stronger, and gain their abilities, and a Summoner summons power from various forces. The last Aura and Par were James Potter and Lily Potter, meaning that Harry has inherited Par talents. I also believe you are the next Aura, though those powers are not hereditary." Harry gasped, along with every body else in the room, but Dumbledore continued talking,

"We also know the owners of the other three powers, Fleur of course is an Iris, Lord Voldemort is the Collector, and the Summoner is Ginny Weasley. Now any questions you want to ask you may."

"How do you know my sister is a Summoner?" Ron blurted, but Dumbledore shook his head,

"I know you will not want to hear this Mr. Weasley, but you shall know when the times comes." Harry sat there dumbfounded, with absolutely nothing to say. His 'matrix factor' Quidditch moves were all an inheritance.

"But sir I can't see Auras." Harry said. Dumbledore nodded though,

"Harry, take off your glasses please." Harry obliged, but all he saw was blurry figures.

"Oculus Reparus!" Dumbledore said, waving his wand over Harry, and suddenly all the figures in the room had colors about them."

"Wow, Professor, but umm, which colors mean what?"

"I already said that nobody knows Harry, your mother wrote down her findings in a book, but it was destroyed in Godric's Hollow. I trust you can do a few sample tests here in school based on what you already know."

"Thank you Professor, but why am I here?" Hermione asked, Dumbledore nodded,

"Well actually I wanted to invite each one of you to join the Order of Phoenix, don't answer yet though, I want you all to know what your getting into before answering. This will be a grueling process and you will be held up to the high standards of every adult member. I really could use the help though; you've all already done more than any wizard has done when faced with Lord Voldemort. Thank you, but I must be leaving now, give your reply to Minerva tomorrow please." Harry Fleur Ron and Hermione walked out of his office blankly, and Harry was desperately wishing he had a Pensieve right now.



A/N- I know this took long and I am so sorry, but I think you guys will have seen that I have become slightly better in my writing, please review, and have fun