A/N: Mallory262, thanks so much to the review!! Without you, this chapter
would have never made it to the internet! That's why it's dedicated to
you!
Chapter Three
THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
Harry flew out of the tunnel and over green fields at first. He didn't see any houses for a long time, and he kept checking the map. Finally, when he was getting panicky, he took his hands off the broom, got out his wand, tapped the Harry Potter dot and said: "The Order of the Phoenix." Nothing happened for a long time, until the dot of Harry turned when the real Harry kept going straight. Harry turned sharply right, and kept flying until the dot turned left, flew up on his broom, and tapped a cloud with his wand. A tiny speech bubble on it read: "Redro." Harry didn't know how to pronounce it, but he did the same thing and soon found himself flying in a room. He landed and propped his broom against the wall. A gold and red bird was perched in the center of a table. Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Arabella Fig, Severus Snape, and Mr. Weasley were seated around the table. There was one extra chair, Harry noticed. A lump formed in his throat when he realized that that was the one where his dad used to sit.
"Oh, good, Harry. You're here. Just in time for the meeting, too. Just seat yourself right there in the Potter chair, there we go." Arabella Fig said. Harry obeyed her, seating himself between Sirius and Lupin. His chair was silver. Dumbledore's was gold. The rest of them were bronze. Dumbledore stood up.
"This is the Order of the Phoenix, the special, secret fighting force against Voldemort that you must not tell even your best friend about. I am the head of this organization. The Potters have always been so brave and trustworthy that they're the substitute."
"But I'm only fifteen!" Harry exclaimed.
"That's what I say, but you have to be in the Order. Fawkes always knows."
"Fawkes?"
"That's one of his orders. To have a special army against Voldemort." Fawkes alighted himself on Harry's shoulder and started to sing a strange song.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked.
"You have to lead the next battle, Harry. I'm going to be very hurt." He looked oddly calm for an old man who was supposed to get seriously injured. Harry gasped.
"But I don't know anything. I don't even know how to duel."
"You have to. I won't be able to."
"Can't Sirius. He's honest and strong and good at magic and stuff. He's better than-"
"He would be good, but he wouldn't survive the Avada Cadavra curse. You at least have a chance. Trust me, Harry, I don't want you doing this-- ."
"You git, what are you doing here!"
Harry turned and saw Sirius was on his feet. Everyone looked in the direction his sunken brown eyes were staring.
"Sirius," Harry asked. "What is that thing?" A tall, hooded figure was lurking unnoticed in a corner. It looked like a man, except that it was lopsided and too wide to be one.
"It's Lucius Malfoy. He's with someone else, but I know it's him." He muttered some nasty things under his breath while Dumbledore raised his wand.
"Go," he said quietly. Instead of obeying, Lucius Malfoy laughed and threw off his cloak. He ran forward and grabbed the man around the waste. He thrust him into the other man's hands. Then he conjured up a cage and pushed Dumbledore inside carelessly. "My Master wants to have fun with you before he finishes you." He laughed.
"Stupify," said Severus Snape, but Lucius just laughed and calmly shielded it. The spell bounced off the shield and hit his partner. The short man fell to the ground with a thud. Harry stepped closer.
"YOU!" he shouted in hatred. It was Peter Petigrew.
"Harry, move, I wanna beat the bloody crap out of him." Sirius had just looked and saw his prior very close friend. "I can't believe you dared to come near me again. You know I'm just dying to avenge James." he growled to the motionless wizard on the ground. He kicked him hard. "Harry, can I borrow your wand?" Harry looked at him. He hesitated a moment. "Harry, I'm not going to kill him, though I wish I could." Harry gave him the wand and he said, "Enervate." Then he lost no time in kicking him as hard as he could. Petegrew started to whimper. Harry took his wand back.
Meanwhile, chaos was happening near Dumbledore's cage. He had been gagged, and he sat quietly, his wand confiscated. Lupin and Fig tried to open it with their wands, while Snape and Mr. Weasley tried to defeat Malfoy. Hexes were flying everywhere. Harry walked over, followed by Sirius. Harry ducked a hex.
"Stupify," they both shouted in unison, Sirius using Petigrew's wand. Two jets of light shot out of their wands and hit Malfoy's shield, bouncing off the walls like crazy. Peter Petegrew, sobbing, had gotten up. Sirius grabbed a stunned Death Eater's wand and hexed him until he screamed.
"Oh, but it was fine when you did it to James?" Sirius said. He body locked Petegrew and kicked him hard, then summoned needles on the ground where Peter fell, than performed the counter curse. "It was fine, then, wasn't it?"
"N-no, Sirius, I'm s-s-s," he whimpered.
"Sorry! Sorry? You practically murder your best friend, and fourteen years later you say sorry? You'd willingly kill Harry and say "sorry", too, for your master, wouldn't you? You pathetic little traitor! You'd rather save your own filthy skin than save someone honest?" He kicked Petegrew hard in the shin and the man fell down again on spikes. Sirius's rage was so intent that now that he had a wand, he would do anything except for one of the Unforgivable Curses (but he had very good substitutes) to torture the murderer of his best friend. Finally, Harry came over with cuts, bruises, boils, and a nosebleed to stop Sirius. Sirius had done enough for Petegrew to hurt for days, however, so he joined the other battle willingly.
Malfoy left a little later with the cage containing Dumbledore floating in front of him, directed by his wand. Harry didn't think that much about that. He knew that that was the way things were supposed to be. But he did feel stressed and defeated and worried. He, a normal fifteen- year-old boy, (Well. not that normal.) had to lead a very important group of people to try to save Dumbledore and destroy Voldemort. It was impossible. He'd never lead something before. Was he going to be in charge of people older and more powerful than him? Snape, as if reading his mind, gave him a look that told him no. In a mean way. Great! Another thing to worry about. Harry felt lost. He needed help badly. Sirius had Apparated to somewhere, Dumbledore was gone, Arabella Fig probably would tell him "Try your best, dear." Mr. Weasley had Apparated too, and Snape would be no help. Harry's eyes fell on Fawkes. Their eyes met, and a golden light went out of Fawkes's eyes and came into Harry's. Or was he just imagining it?
A/N: Mallory, did you enjoy it? I really hope you did, since it was dedicated to you. All the other people out there, I hope you enjoyed it too, but I wish you'd send me a review. It would mean so much to me! By the way, I had this chapter up before, but took it down. Keep reviewing so you can get the others back!
Chapter Three
THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX
Harry flew out of the tunnel and over green fields at first. He didn't see any houses for a long time, and he kept checking the map. Finally, when he was getting panicky, he took his hands off the broom, got out his wand, tapped the Harry Potter dot and said: "The Order of the Phoenix." Nothing happened for a long time, until the dot of Harry turned when the real Harry kept going straight. Harry turned sharply right, and kept flying until the dot turned left, flew up on his broom, and tapped a cloud with his wand. A tiny speech bubble on it read: "Redro." Harry didn't know how to pronounce it, but he did the same thing and soon found himself flying in a room. He landed and propped his broom against the wall. A gold and red bird was perched in the center of a table. Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Arabella Fig, Severus Snape, and Mr. Weasley were seated around the table. There was one extra chair, Harry noticed. A lump formed in his throat when he realized that that was the one where his dad used to sit.
"Oh, good, Harry. You're here. Just in time for the meeting, too. Just seat yourself right there in the Potter chair, there we go." Arabella Fig said. Harry obeyed her, seating himself between Sirius and Lupin. His chair was silver. Dumbledore's was gold. The rest of them were bronze. Dumbledore stood up.
"This is the Order of the Phoenix, the special, secret fighting force against Voldemort that you must not tell even your best friend about. I am the head of this organization. The Potters have always been so brave and trustworthy that they're the substitute."
"But I'm only fifteen!" Harry exclaimed.
"That's what I say, but you have to be in the Order. Fawkes always knows."
"Fawkes?"
"That's one of his orders. To have a special army against Voldemort." Fawkes alighted himself on Harry's shoulder and started to sing a strange song.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked.
"You have to lead the next battle, Harry. I'm going to be very hurt." He looked oddly calm for an old man who was supposed to get seriously injured. Harry gasped.
"But I don't know anything. I don't even know how to duel."
"You have to. I won't be able to."
"Can't Sirius. He's honest and strong and good at magic and stuff. He's better than-"
"He would be good, but he wouldn't survive the Avada Cadavra curse. You at least have a chance. Trust me, Harry, I don't want you doing this-- ."
"You git, what are you doing here!"
Harry turned and saw Sirius was on his feet. Everyone looked in the direction his sunken brown eyes were staring.
"Sirius," Harry asked. "What is that thing?" A tall, hooded figure was lurking unnoticed in a corner. It looked like a man, except that it was lopsided and too wide to be one.
"It's Lucius Malfoy. He's with someone else, but I know it's him." He muttered some nasty things under his breath while Dumbledore raised his wand.
"Go," he said quietly. Instead of obeying, Lucius Malfoy laughed and threw off his cloak. He ran forward and grabbed the man around the waste. He thrust him into the other man's hands. Then he conjured up a cage and pushed Dumbledore inside carelessly. "My Master wants to have fun with you before he finishes you." He laughed.
"Stupify," said Severus Snape, but Lucius just laughed and calmly shielded it. The spell bounced off the shield and hit his partner. The short man fell to the ground with a thud. Harry stepped closer.
"YOU!" he shouted in hatred. It was Peter Petigrew.
"Harry, move, I wanna beat the bloody crap out of him." Sirius had just looked and saw his prior very close friend. "I can't believe you dared to come near me again. You know I'm just dying to avenge James." he growled to the motionless wizard on the ground. He kicked him hard. "Harry, can I borrow your wand?" Harry looked at him. He hesitated a moment. "Harry, I'm not going to kill him, though I wish I could." Harry gave him the wand and he said, "Enervate." Then he lost no time in kicking him as hard as he could. Petegrew started to whimper. Harry took his wand back.
Meanwhile, chaos was happening near Dumbledore's cage. He had been gagged, and he sat quietly, his wand confiscated. Lupin and Fig tried to open it with their wands, while Snape and Mr. Weasley tried to defeat Malfoy. Hexes were flying everywhere. Harry walked over, followed by Sirius. Harry ducked a hex.
"Stupify," they both shouted in unison, Sirius using Petigrew's wand. Two jets of light shot out of their wands and hit Malfoy's shield, bouncing off the walls like crazy. Peter Petegrew, sobbing, had gotten up. Sirius grabbed a stunned Death Eater's wand and hexed him until he screamed.
"Oh, but it was fine when you did it to James?" Sirius said. He body locked Petegrew and kicked him hard, then summoned needles on the ground where Peter fell, than performed the counter curse. "It was fine, then, wasn't it?"
"N-no, Sirius, I'm s-s-s," he whimpered.
"Sorry! Sorry? You practically murder your best friend, and fourteen years later you say sorry? You'd willingly kill Harry and say "sorry", too, for your master, wouldn't you? You pathetic little traitor! You'd rather save your own filthy skin than save someone honest?" He kicked Petegrew hard in the shin and the man fell down again on spikes. Sirius's rage was so intent that now that he had a wand, he would do anything except for one of the Unforgivable Curses (but he had very good substitutes) to torture the murderer of his best friend. Finally, Harry came over with cuts, bruises, boils, and a nosebleed to stop Sirius. Sirius had done enough for Petegrew to hurt for days, however, so he joined the other battle willingly.
Malfoy left a little later with the cage containing Dumbledore floating in front of him, directed by his wand. Harry didn't think that much about that. He knew that that was the way things were supposed to be. But he did feel stressed and defeated and worried. He, a normal fifteen- year-old boy, (Well. not that normal.) had to lead a very important group of people to try to save Dumbledore and destroy Voldemort. It was impossible. He'd never lead something before. Was he going to be in charge of people older and more powerful than him? Snape, as if reading his mind, gave him a look that told him no. In a mean way. Great! Another thing to worry about. Harry felt lost. He needed help badly. Sirius had Apparated to somewhere, Dumbledore was gone, Arabella Fig probably would tell him "Try your best, dear." Mr. Weasley had Apparated too, and Snape would be no help. Harry's eyes fell on Fawkes. Their eyes met, and a golden light went out of Fawkes's eyes and came into Harry's. Or was he just imagining it?
A/N: Mallory, did you enjoy it? I really hope you did, since it was dedicated to you. All the other people out there, I hope you enjoyed it too, but I wish you'd send me a review. It would mean so much to me! By the way, I had this chapter up before, but took it down. Keep reviewing so you can get the others back!