Feeling uncomfortable with the tense look on Mrs. Figg's face he got up quickly and started to look around. There was a large plaque on one side of the wall, Harry went up to it and read its contents. It said:
We, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, hereby swear to always live and act against Lord Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters, and never linger between the sides of good and evil no matter what the conditions, we promise to do all in our power to protect those targeted by Lord Voldemort. We swear this until our dieing days and know the consequences of breaking the laws and promises of the Order of the Phoenix.
Under this were about hundred and fifty signatures, including his parents, which were now glowing a brilliant gold, along with those names of the people that had also died in the service of the Order of the Phoenix (although curiouslu their names were not glowing as bright as the Potters). As Harry was reading all the names of the witches and wizards he noticed a name glowing a dark blood red, which read: Peter Pettigrew. As Harry saw the name the (all to familiar) feeling of extreme hatred for Lord Voldemort, his followers and Peter lodged in his head and heart and made his scar have a slight feeling of pain.
As Harry examined the document more closely he realized that there were extra spaces at the bottom of the document. It seemed as though the Order of the Phoenix was waiting for some more members, but who? Harry looked at the spaces more closely and for a split second he thought he saw the name Harry Potter appear dimly on the next line available. He blinked and looked again and sure enough there were the faint, gray words: Harry Potter. In awe of the paper, his mind began to race. "I never signed this paper? Did I?" Harry thought puzzled. He quickly turned to Mrs. Figg who was watching Harry with longing in her eyes and blurted out, "Can I join?"
"What is that my dear boy?" Mrs. Figg said with a small smile on her face. "Did you say that you wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix? You do know that the members of the Order of the Phoenix the group of people whose lives revolve around the killing of Lord Voldemort and the protection of muggles and magic people around the world. You have read the agreement signed by all members of the Order of the Phoenix, have you not?" she said no inching closer and closer to Harry, her smiling growing bigger and bigger with every step she took.
"Yes, well my life already revolves around Lord Voldemort and protecting myself and friends anyway, and so I would like to join the Order of the Phoenix," said Harry his confidence and determination suddenly growing to an all time high.
"Are you sure?" Mrs. Figg asked looking more perplexed then ever.
Harry looked quickly at the pictures of his parents, the glowing names of his parents and then at Peter Pettigrew's signature glowing its dark blood red. He made up his mind. He would join the Order of the Phoenix, he would protect all those, like himself, being targeted by Lord Voldemort and his evil group of followers, he would devote his life fully to killing Lord Voldemort and…Peter.
"Yes!" Harry cried, the pictures of Cedric's body next to him and the memory of that horrible night when he had seen Voldemort return to life and kill Cedric.
Mrs. Figg smile then widened all the way up to her ears.
"If you are certain…" Mrs. Figg said now as close to Harry as his nose. The foul stench of cabbage stunk in her breath; Harry had made up his mind. He would kill Lord Voldemort or DIE TRYING!
Harry nodded yes. Suddenly Mrs. Figg smile vanished and she magicked a quill pen with a feather of a phoenix to her hand.
"Then sign." she said in a voice so stern and serious that Harry wondered if she was the same person.
She held out the pen and Harry saw that her hand was shaking. He stared deep into the old woman's eyes and saw the glimmer and sparkle of a young woman. It was then that Harry wondered if Mrs. Figg had gone to school with his parents, then why was she so old. And then it hit him. Mrs. Figg did not look like this at all. She was using a polyjuice potion. He was just about to ask her when…
"Arabella!"a strong voice called from outside of the large room, "Arabella, let me in… I need to talk to you."
Harry was sure that he had heard that voice before. OH NO!!! WAS IT VOLDEMORT!? No he thought his voice was higher. Who is it?
Mrs. Figg carefully walked back up the steps. Harry heard Mrs. Figg's shoes against the cold, gray stone steps and then Mrs. Figg murmur something and he heard the sliding of the wall and someone's (someone large's) footsteps loud and hard against the floor. And then there he was. Uncle Vernon…out of breath and tired. His face worried and mad at the same time, but became suddenly overjoyed to see Harry standing there in the back of the room (phoenix quill pen in hand).
To Harry's surprise Uncle Vernon was not freaking out over the moving pictures, Mrs. Figg using magic to open the door, etc. He was breathing heavily, like he had been running, and was staring at Harry and glazing (every o often) at the moving pictures.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" asked Mrs. Figg kindly (her mood changing drastically).
"um…" said Uncle Vernon suddenly becoming very nervous…
Harry had never seen Uncle Vernon like this before… he was sweating a lot and looked like he felt the pictures were threatening him.
"Well, I was going to ask you if you had seen Harry or the giant snake outside of his window…Petunia and I thought that Harry as …um…dea…well, that doesn't matter any more. We found him and that's what matters, right?" murmured the big man (looking very frightened indeed)
Harry was having the most glorious moment of his live (besides when he beat Voldemort those 4 times and won all of his Quittich matches). Uncle Vernon scared that Harry was dead!? What was happening? Since when did he even talk to or even anything ABOUT witchcraft and wizardry? Or enter an old witches house?
As Harry was pondering these very questions Uncle Vernon spoke again.
"I just have one question. How did that…that…thing find us? When they asked us to be Harry's secret keepers we were under the impression that if we didn't tell anyone that our family would be safe and Lord…Lord Voldemort was..he…did…couldn't…what I mean to say is… HOW DID HE FIND US?" asked Uncle Vernon growing more panicked and louder as his odd question progressed.
Harry had been wondering that to. How did he find 4 Privet Drive? He had even said HIMSELF that it was impossible to find it. The only way, that he knew of, was that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had told someone and they had told Lord Voldemort. But, who? Why? Why would they tell Lord Voldemort if they had known that there precious "Dudleykins" would be taken away by Dumbledore? It just didn't make sense.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked kindly for the first time since he could remember. The big man jumped at his own name.
"How come you didn't tell me? If you did then I could have had a NICE and at least partially enjoyable life with you!" Harry exploded. They haven't been nice to me, why should I be nice to him now?
"We are just your secret keepers! We didn't say that we LOVE your kind!" he spat,
"We were scared and didn't want to lose our son. Of course we don't HATE you as much as you think. We were just scared that you would run away and we would have to lose our son, so I yelled at you more than necessary so we would have an excuse to put you in your cupboard or room. We made sure that NO ONE knew besides us and her of course (nodding his head lazily towards Mrs. Figg with a sneer)."
It just didn't make sense!!! How could he have found them? His mind started to wander as he searched for a logical reason to the dilemma. I mean if Dudley knew then I wouldn't put it past him to… "Wait a minute!" Harry whispered with excitement. DUDLEY… if he knew then I wouldn't put it past him to do ANYTHING to get rid of him, even…even if it meant him dieing?! But was that really true? He decided to get the facts before betrothing his mind with more confusing questions.
"Let's go Harry" Uncle Vernon murmured as he lightly tugged his shirt.
When Harry hesitated he tugged alittle harder, which ended up knocking over the 15 year old.
"But...but...I want....no,no....I NEED... to know this stuff!!!" Harry yelled for no reason at all, since Uncle Vernon was not yelling at him or REALLY forcing him out.
"YES!! The boy is absolutely right! He NEEDS to know these things. I don't know if you know Vernon,but you should (she murmured lightly),but these are dangerous times and we NEED to be alert and aware and this thing really has ALOT, maybe even ALL to do with Harry POtter, the boy who lived. It may be hared to accept, but Lily and JAMES Potter were the 2 GREASTEST WIZARDS, YES WIZARDS in this world and this is their son, THE HARRY POTTER. You WILLNOT treat him like this anylonger!!!!!!" The small old lady screamed with all of her heart and finally ended up sobbing on the ground
We, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, hereby swear to always live and act against Lord Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters, and never linger between the sides of good and evil no matter what the conditions, we promise to do all in our power to protect those targeted by Lord Voldemort. We swear this until our dieing days and know the consequences of breaking the laws and promises of the Order of the Phoenix.
Under this were about hundred and fifty signatures, including his parents, which were now glowing a brilliant gold, along with those names of the people that had also died in the service of the Order of the Phoenix (although curiouslu their names were not glowing as bright as the Potters). As Harry was reading all the names of the witches and wizards he noticed a name glowing a dark blood red, which read: Peter Pettigrew. As Harry saw the name the (all to familiar) feeling of extreme hatred for Lord Voldemort, his followers and Peter lodged in his head and heart and made his scar have a slight feeling of pain.
As Harry examined the document more closely he realized that there were extra spaces at the bottom of the document. It seemed as though the Order of the Phoenix was waiting for some more members, but who? Harry looked at the spaces more closely and for a split second he thought he saw the name Harry Potter appear dimly on the next line available. He blinked and looked again and sure enough there were the faint, gray words: Harry Potter. In awe of the paper, his mind began to race. "I never signed this paper? Did I?" Harry thought puzzled. He quickly turned to Mrs. Figg who was watching Harry with longing in her eyes and blurted out, "Can I join?"
"What is that my dear boy?" Mrs. Figg said with a small smile on her face. "Did you say that you wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix? You do know that the members of the Order of the Phoenix the group of people whose lives revolve around the killing of Lord Voldemort and the protection of muggles and magic people around the world. You have read the agreement signed by all members of the Order of the Phoenix, have you not?" she said no inching closer and closer to Harry, her smiling growing bigger and bigger with every step she took.
"Yes, well my life already revolves around Lord Voldemort and protecting myself and friends anyway, and so I would like to join the Order of the Phoenix," said Harry his confidence and determination suddenly growing to an all time high.
"Are you sure?" Mrs. Figg asked looking more perplexed then ever.
Harry looked quickly at the pictures of his parents, the glowing names of his parents and then at Peter Pettigrew's signature glowing its dark blood red. He made up his mind. He would join the Order of the Phoenix, he would protect all those, like himself, being targeted by Lord Voldemort and his evil group of followers, he would devote his life fully to killing Lord Voldemort and…Peter.
"Yes!" Harry cried, the pictures of Cedric's body next to him and the memory of that horrible night when he had seen Voldemort return to life and kill Cedric.
Mrs. Figg smile then widened all the way up to her ears.
"If you are certain…" Mrs. Figg said now as close to Harry as his nose. The foul stench of cabbage stunk in her breath; Harry had made up his mind. He would kill Lord Voldemort or DIE TRYING!
Harry nodded yes. Suddenly Mrs. Figg smile vanished and she magicked a quill pen with a feather of a phoenix to her hand.
"Then sign." she said in a voice so stern and serious that Harry wondered if she was the same person.
She held out the pen and Harry saw that her hand was shaking. He stared deep into the old woman's eyes and saw the glimmer and sparkle of a young woman. It was then that Harry wondered if Mrs. Figg had gone to school with his parents, then why was she so old. And then it hit him. Mrs. Figg did not look like this at all. She was using a polyjuice potion. He was just about to ask her when…
"Arabella!"a strong voice called from outside of the large room, "Arabella, let me in… I need to talk to you."
Harry was sure that he had heard that voice before. OH NO!!! WAS IT VOLDEMORT!? No he thought his voice was higher. Who is it?
Mrs. Figg carefully walked back up the steps. Harry heard Mrs. Figg's shoes against the cold, gray stone steps and then Mrs. Figg murmur something and he heard the sliding of the wall and someone's (someone large's) footsteps loud and hard against the floor. And then there he was. Uncle Vernon…out of breath and tired. His face worried and mad at the same time, but became suddenly overjoyed to see Harry standing there in the back of the room (phoenix quill pen in hand).
To Harry's surprise Uncle Vernon was not freaking out over the moving pictures, Mrs. Figg using magic to open the door, etc. He was breathing heavily, like he had been running, and was staring at Harry and glazing (every o often) at the moving pictures.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" asked Mrs. Figg kindly (her mood changing drastically).
"um…" said Uncle Vernon suddenly becoming very nervous…
Harry had never seen Uncle Vernon like this before… he was sweating a lot and looked like he felt the pictures were threatening him.
"Well, I was going to ask you if you had seen Harry or the giant snake outside of his window…Petunia and I thought that Harry as …um…dea…well, that doesn't matter any more. We found him and that's what matters, right?" murmured the big man (looking very frightened indeed)
Harry was having the most glorious moment of his live (besides when he beat Voldemort those 4 times and won all of his Quittich matches). Uncle Vernon scared that Harry was dead!? What was happening? Since when did he even talk to or even anything ABOUT witchcraft and wizardry? Or enter an old witches house?
As Harry was pondering these very questions Uncle Vernon spoke again.
"I just have one question. How did that…that…thing find us? When they asked us to be Harry's secret keepers we were under the impression that if we didn't tell anyone that our family would be safe and Lord…Lord Voldemort was..he…did…couldn't…what I mean to say is… HOW DID HE FIND US?" asked Uncle Vernon growing more panicked and louder as his odd question progressed.
Harry had been wondering that to. How did he find 4 Privet Drive? He had even said HIMSELF that it was impossible to find it. The only way, that he knew of, was that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had told someone and they had told Lord Voldemort. But, who? Why? Why would they tell Lord Voldemort if they had known that there precious "Dudleykins" would be taken away by Dumbledore? It just didn't make sense.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked kindly for the first time since he could remember. The big man jumped at his own name.
"How come you didn't tell me? If you did then I could have had a NICE and at least partially enjoyable life with you!" Harry exploded. They haven't been nice to me, why should I be nice to him now?
"We are just your secret keepers! We didn't say that we LOVE your kind!" he spat,
"We were scared and didn't want to lose our son. Of course we don't HATE you as much as you think. We were just scared that you would run away and we would have to lose our son, so I yelled at you more than necessary so we would have an excuse to put you in your cupboard or room. We made sure that NO ONE knew besides us and her of course (nodding his head lazily towards Mrs. Figg with a sneer)."
It just didn't make sense!!! How could he have found them? His mind started to wander as he searched for a logical reason to the dilemma. I mean if Dudley knew then I wouldn't put it past him to… "Wait a minute!" Harry whispered with excitement. DUDLEY… if he knew then I wouldn't put it past him to do ANYTHING to get rid of him, even…even if it meant him dieing?! But was that really true? He decided to get the facts before betrothing his mind with more confusing questions.
"Let's go Harry" Uncle Vernon murmured as he lightly tugged his shirt.
When Harry hesitated he tugged alittle harder, which ended up knocking over the 15 year old.
"But...but...I want....no,no....I NEED... to know this stuff!!!" Harry yelled for no reason at all, since Uncle Vernon was not yelling at him or REALLY forcing him out.
"YES!! The boy is absolutely right! He NEEDS to know these things. I don't know if you know Vernon,but you should (she murmured lightly),but these are dangerous times and we NEED to be alert and aware and this thing really has ALOT, maybe even ALL to do with Harry POtter, the boy who lived. It may be hared to accept, but Lily and JAMES Potter were the 2 GREASTEST WIZARDS, YES WIZARDS in this world and this is their son, THE HARRY POTTER. You WILLNOT treat him like this anylonger!!!!!!" The small old lady screamed with all of her heart and finally ended up sobbing on the ground