A/N: OMG!!! I just came back from the Orpheum Theatre a couple of hours ago to pick up some Rent merchandise when, guess what! I MET THE CAST OF RENT!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! I met my future husband, Ashton Holmes (he plays Mark Cohen, one of the leads, just so y'all know.) God, he's gorgeous. Okay, this was our whole conversation: me: "Hey, I came to Tuesday's show, and I got front row seats and everything, and I was so bummed when I saw you weren't performing that day." Ashton: "Awww, I'm sorry. But D.J. did good, right?" Then my mom took our picture, and that was about it, but c'mon! Ashton Holmes is...is...AAAAHHHHH!!!! I'm getting more worked up than the time I ran after the *NSYNC tour bus, LoL.

Now, I think it'd be best if I just shut up and let you all read.

I don't own Harry Potter, and I also no longer own Sean Biggerstaff. I let him go free after I ambushed Ashton Holmes and brought him home with me. My mom kidnapped Kevin Spencer (he plays the oh-so sexy Roger Davis.) She's got the hots for him, but like any of you needed to know that, haha.

Chapter 23: The Order of the Phoenix

"Trelawney knows something's up with you. She thinks you're having premonitions." Ron said as he and Harry walked down the corridors to the Gryffindor common room so they could drop off their things before dinner. Harry was dreaming during Divination, and woke up in a cold sweat, screaming. Professor Trelawney tried getting Harry to tell her about the dream, but he assured her it was just a nightmare. She thought it could've been a premonition, and she didn't even realize that her student isn't supposed to be sleeping in class.

"It was a nightmare. That's all." Harry said.

"What happened? It must've been something to get you screaming like that."

"I don't want to talk about it." Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever you say. I'm just saying-"

"Don't push it." Harry stated.

"Sorry. Bubotuber pus. Merlin, who makes up these stupid passwords?" Ron asked as the portrait swung open. Harry shrugged. He didn't want to think about it. The only thing on his mind was that dream. It was bothering him, more than he had expected it to. He decided that it was time to pay Professor Dumbledore a visit.

******

Harry stopped in his tracks before the large, ugly gargoyle. With help from the Marauder's Map, he found out the password to get the gargoyle to move.

"Apple tart." Harry said, and gargoyle hopped aside. The wall parted, and Harry headed up escalator-like spiral staircase. The wall thudded behind him, and the staircase rose upward in circles, higher and higher. Harry shook away the dizziness, and stepped off the staircase and came face- to-face with the oak door he knew too well. He placed his hand on the brass griffin knocker and knocked quietly before letting himself in. He didn't intend on being rude, but he just felt that his case was urgent, and he had to speak with Dumbledore.

But when he looked into the room, Dumbledore's eyes weren't the only ones on him. Professors Lupin and Snape were standing on either side of Professor Dumbledore's desk, crouching over to look at something. Sirius Black, in human form, was standing beside Professor Lupin and a woman Harry found vaguely familiar. There was a man standing next to Professor Snape whom Harry had never seen before, and beside him was the real Alastor "Mad- Eye" Moody.

"Potter, what are you doing here? It's getting late, you shouldn't be wandering around the corridors-"

"Severus, please. Harry, what seems to be the problem?" Professor Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Well, I," Harry took baby steps closer to the group surrounding the headmaster's desk. "I had this weird dream, nightmare actually, earlier during Divination class."

"What were you doing *sleeping* in class?" Snape questioned. Sirius snorted, and Snape glared at him.

"Continue, Harry. What about this nightmare? Do give all the details." Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable, talking to the professor with an audience, but if Professor Dumbledore wasn't sending them out, they must've been there for a reason.

"I was in some cave, and I didn't know where to go. I heard screaming, so I walked in the direction of it." Harry heard Snape mumble something under his breath that sounded like, "Typical Potter." Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, and nodded his head for Harry to continue.

"I expect there will be no more interruptions." Professor Dumbledore said as Sirius eyed Snape.

"Sorry, Professor." Snape muttered.

"I followed the screaming. The path kept getting dark, and I couldn't see anything so I tried feeling my way around. But there were...snakes on the wall. Yeah, snakes. And they were telling me to turn back, and that he has the key. They were shouting. They...they wanted me to turn away and leave." Harry raked his brain, trying to remember every little detail, "I started running. Then I was falling. I heard chanting, it was getting louder, and then I stopped falling. There were hooded people-Dementors! There was...UGH!" Harry cried out in frustration. His head was hurting. He was forcing himself to remember.

"Don't hurt yourself, Harry dear." The woman said.

"I...I just can't remember... There was a green fire! It was blazing, and then it died down. There were three hooded people. One was Voldemort." Harry was surprised when the people in the room didn't flinch when he said Voldemort's name instead of using some hyphenated version of it. Harry knew it wouldn't affect Dumbledore because it was he who had believed it was only proper to address someone by his or her given name. "The other was Wormtail." Sirius and Professor Lupin shared a dark glance before turning back to Harry to listen attentively. "Someone was asking if I was going to die. They were saying the girl is the key. They were going to use her as bait, to lure me to them. They were going to kill this girl. Professor," Harry found himself standing directly across from Dumbledore at the foot of his desk, standing beside Mad-Eye Moody, "this girl they want to kill...it's Alina."

"The Gryffindor?" Professor Lupin asked, surprised.

"Yes! Alina Halliwell, the Gryffindor, she's a Quidditch player. She's in my year." Harry said.

"But why?" the man Harry had never seen before asked.

"They were saying she's the key. She's the key to getting me. Professor, that's why she almost died the night of the Winter Ball, because Voldemort wanted to use her as bait, have me save her, and kill the both of us in the process. That didn't work, so he's trying other ways to get her, and me." Harry explained.

"From what Alina has told us, she said that Voldemort killed Keverene." Professor Lupin pointed out, "She was dragged out of the forest- "

"And almost drowned!" Harry exclaimed, "I can't believe I almost went to save her, too. I...I could've-"

"This dream, Harry. Is there anything else?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry remembered it. It was the reason he had woken up screaming. It was the last thing that had happened before he woke up. He still didn't understand it.

"Voldemort kills Alina. She was in the dream. She was the other person wearing the hood. It...it was quite curious because he kills her with an Unforgivable Curse, and she's not a human. She's a werewolf." Professor Dumbledore frowned.

"How did you know that?" Professor Lupin asked, speaking for the headmaster.

"Ron. He got it from Megan." Harry said.

"Werewolves can't be killed by Unforgivable Curses..." Professor Lupin trailed off, "It can't be a bluff or something. She comes to Shrieking Shack every full moon-"

"She drinks the Wolfsbane Potion." Snape interrupted Professor Lupin's thoughts.

"Have you seen her in wolf form?" Professor Dumbledore asked Lupin. He shook his head.

"We keep to ourselves." He said.

"Are you saying she's not a werewolf?" Sirius asked.

"They were calling her a Mudblood." Harry said softly.

"A Mudblood?" Professor Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded. "Oh dear. There must be a sharp eye watching over you and Alina. I want the two of you to be safe, and not to fall into the hands of Lord Voldemort. Harry, I'd like to introduce you to Mundungus Fletcher, Alastor Moody, and Arabella Figg." Professor Dumbledore said as Mundungus Moody, and Arabella extended their hands to Harry.

"Mrs. Figg?" Harry asked Arabella, wide-eyed.

"Yes dear. Albus made sure there was someone to keep an eye one you, other than the Dursleys. I lived among the Muggles, for your safety, of course." Arabella said.

"Arabella, Alastor, and Mundungus, along with Sirius and Professor Lupin, make up the Order of the Phoenix. They aren't Aurors, but a group of fine wizards and witches working to put the Dark in their place. Now that Lord Voldemort is resurrected, and is showing that he is a threat to this school and our students, they are here to watch over the school, and protect the school.

Harry, with the threat of Lord Voldemort: no more midnight strolls, or trouble searching. Don't go after him on your own. He is powerful now, and you know from experience what he is capable of. Professor Lupin will escort you to classes, and around the school, Quidditch practices will stay chaperoned, and Alina will be escorted around Hogwarts by Sirius."

"Better known as Snuffles." Sirius said, bowing.

"You may leave now. Remus, please walk Harry back to the Gryffindor common room." The headmaster turned back to Harry, "I will be informing Alina of this arrangement soon." Professor Dumbledore said.

"Are you planning on telling her about...?"

"That's all up to you." Harry nodded, and he and Professor Lupin walked out of the office.

******

A week went by since Harry had his dream. He had been itching to tell Alina about it, but he was afraid of how she'd react to it.

He flew above the goalposts, and looked at Alina below him. They were having Quidditch practices, chaperoned, once again, by Professor Lupin and Snuffles. Alina circled the posts, and looked up to catch Harry staring at her. He blushed and turned away, before he could spot the blush that rose on Alina's cheeks.

Harry caught the Snitch, and the team flew down to the ground. Harry spoke to them about the match for the Quidditch Cup, which would be Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Slytherin was out of the running because of Draco's hospitalization. Soon, the team dispersed and went back to the castle. Alina, Harry, Professor Lupin, and Snuffles were the only ones left on the pitch. Alina walked to Professor Lupin and Snuffles.

"I'm tired." She sighed. She sat down on the ground, and Snuffles made his way next to her. He laid his head in her lap, and she scratched the area behind his ears.

"It must be the Quidditch. There's no full moon coming up." Professor Lupin said, and Alina nodded.

"Practices have been getting so demanding. All these extra practices are too much for me."

"When this is all over, you'll have some time for much needed rest." Professor Lupin looked up to see Harry was still flying around, searching for the Snitch. "The ways of the Golden Snitch always change, Harry! There's no use trying to memorize its every move." Professor Lupin called out to Harry. Harry nodded, and pulled his wand out of his robes. He summoned the Snitch to him, and then came back to the ground. "Rumor is you've been working your teammates a little too hard." Professor Lupin said as Harry approached them. Harry frowned, and then looked down at Alina, who sat with Snuffles in her lap, and her eyes slowly drooping closed.

"You're not tired already." Harry said loudly. Alina's eyes flew open.

"Of course I'm not tired, 'Arry. I want some more Quidditch." Alina said as she ran her fingers over her broomstick. Harry chuckled.

"Um...could I have a word with you? Alone." Harry said, eying Professor Lupin and Snuffles.

"Don't wander too far." Professor Lupin advised. The two nodded. Harry extended his hand out to Alina. Snuffles brought his head off of her lap as Alina took Harry's hand, and he helped her up. Alina smiled at Professor Lupin, and then bent down to scratch the area behind Snuffles' ears. He licked her hand in return.

"See ya later, you big cutie." Alina said. Harry stopped when Snuffles put his paw over Harry's foot.

"How's about I meet you at the other end of the pitch?" Harry asked. Alina nodded, and began walking off. Harry looked down at Snuffles as he wagged his tail wildly. "What's wrong with him?" Harry asked Professor Lupin. Professor Lupin smiled as Snuffles barked loudly.

"He likes Alina." The three of them looked to see Alina looking up at the sky dazedly. Snuffles then transformed into his human form of Sirius Black.

"Now she's a gem." Sirius whistled.

"I happen to think that's just because she called you a 'cutie.'" Professor Lupin said. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Well, I can't steal her from Harry. She thinks rather highly of you." Sirius said, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry blushed. "You know, being a dog has its advantages. She tells me all her secrets. I get to sleep in her bed-" Harry smacked Sirius on the arm. "OW! Well, it's true. She does talk a lot about you." Sirius said.

"What does she say?" Harry grilled.

"Sorry, that's between Snuffles and Alina. And Harry, you just be happy that I'm not in your year because if I were, I'd date her before the thought even crossed your mind. I was quite the ladies' man when I was your age." Sirius said wistfully. Harry looked at him like he was crazy, and then to Professor Lupin, who rolled his eyes. "It's true!" Sirius defended, "Now, I don't think Alina would go for an old guy like me that's been in Azkaban for thirteen years, escaped from Azkaban, and disguised himself as a dog to sleep in her bed. She'd think I'm a maniac."

"And a pervert. I should go talk to her now." Harry said. The two men nodded, and Sirius transformed into a dog again. Harry practically ran to the other end of Quidditch pitch. Alina watched him, and smiled, as he came and sat himself next to her, panting.

"You're just like Snuffles. I swear that dog must be old or lazy because he can never catch up with me when I'm running through the corridors." Alina chuckled, and Harry followed. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Alina asked, eyes twinkling. It's been a while since he had seen that twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, don't think I'm strange or anything, but I had a dream about you." Harry said.

"Oh?" Alina asked, full of interest. Harry blushed. "What? You didn't see me naked or anything, did you? Please tell me you didn't." Alina said as Harry's face grew redder. The two of them burst out laughing, clutching their stomachs. Harry regained his composure, but couldn't help the sudden giggle that would pop up occasionally.

"I didn't dream of you," Harry started giggling childishly, "naked." His face grew red again.

"You're cute when you blush." Alina said, pinching his cheek. Harry wasn't sure if it was possible for his face to grow even redder. "Okay, sorry, I had to say that." She said, and she found herself laughing again. She stopped abruptly, and looked at Harry apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm being immature. Go on."

"Don't feel threatened or anything, but...I had a dream you died. Voldemort-are you okay with me calling him that?" Harry asked. Alina's face had gone pale, and she nodded.

"I'm not scared of hearing his name." She said rigidly.

"I dreamed Voldemort used an Unforgivable Curse on you." Alina looked at him and frowned. "I know. You can't die by an Unforgivable Curse. You're a werewolf." Alina gasped.

"How do you know?" Alina asked in a hush.

"Ron told me. Megan told him. But after knowing Professor Lupin, I felt stupid for not realizing it. Don't get mad at Ron and Meg, please." Harry said. Alina nodded.

"I was going to ask if you felt threatened by me. But knowing you know Professor Lupin, and don't show a care about it, that scratches out that question." Harry gave her a reassuring smile.

"I don't feel threatened by you. Professor Lupin was a friend of my father's, and you're friends with me. I think that because of what a person is, it shouldn't change the way someone sees them." Harry said, and Alina gave him a smile.

"Those are some wise words, Harry." Her hand accidentally brushed against his, and she pulled hers away quickly. "Why did Voldemort kill me? Was it some sort of random dream thing? You know, like I'm just there and he kills me?" Alina asked. Harry shook his head.

"Long story. You were with Voldemort, and his accomplice, and there were Dementors, and hooded people-"

"Death Eaters?" Alina asked. Harry kind of shrugged.

"I guess. But they were chanting something about death to the Mudblood. I thought it was Hermione, but you were there. You don't think that maybe you're not-"

"Not a werewolf?" Harry nodded. "That's preposterous! Harry, I grew up in a long line of werewolves-"

"To become a werewolf, you have to get the bite. It can't be possible that your grandmother bit your grandfather, and they bit their children, and so on, and so on. You can't become a werewolf by inheritance."

"That's what you think. That's what you get from all your books and shit." Alina spat, "Look, those books don't know squat. I should know so. It's my own family history, for God's sake!"

"Just think about it. Maybe you're just a half-werewolf or something."

"Stop trying to make me doubt what I am! It's already bad as it is that I can't be normal like everyone else!" Alina picked up her broom and began running across the pitch, Snuffles soon following behind her.

A/N: Keeping this story just a teensy bit in character, I had to involve the Order of the Phoenix. I honestly have nothing to say because I'm still getting over the shock of meeting Ashton. ::sighs:: I can't wait 'til the pictures are developed. -Gryffindor Heiress.