OK! So, I don't own ANYTHING except some of my wacky ideas and some weird people I made up. All the good characters belong to JKR, and if I did invent these guys I would be rich and working on book 6.

Chapter 2- "The Arrival at the House of Cool"

Harry took a few sharp breaths as he took in the sight before him. "Hey there, Harry," stated Moody.

"Harry! How are you!" cried a weary looking Lupin.

"I'm alright I suppose. What's going on?"

"Well, you probably heard us chanting, didn't ye?" sought Moody.

"Actually, I did, which is funny because I recently started doing some poetry myself. I've become quite the little syncopated rhythm master if I do say so myself.and I do."

"We've got news for you Harry. We can't tell you here though. Tonks and some other people that take too long to type are here too. Why don't we just pretend you're all packed and ready so we can just go? Sound good? Alright then."

So. Moody, Lupin, Tonks, Harry, and some other people left Privet Drive and arrived in front of a tragically hip looking building.

"What is this place? Why am I here? Do wizards pay taxes?" questioned the young wizard.

"Shh. Just act like you would when entering the Leaky Cauldron," hushed Lupin.

"OK."

The assorted bunch of wizards entered the building and gazed around at the strange architecture surrounding them.

"G'Day!" cried an elderly, hunch-backed witch one eye.

"Hullo!" Lupin cheerily replied.

"That's my great aunt," said Lupin quietly to Harry.

Harry noted the resemblance between the witch and the statue that led to Hogsmeade, but he said nothing.

"So, now that we're inside, WHERE am I???" demanded the frustrated young boy.

"Calm down you young thing. In my day young people weren't allowed to talk," croaked an ancient looking wizard named Whana Komoffer.

"Sorry, but PLEASE! Where the bloody are we?"

"We are in the most sacred building of the ya-ya's," said Moody.

"The wha-wha's??"

"Never mind, I was simply referring to the book and/or movie concerning that particular group of people. Now, Harry, we are in the House of Cool. Before you open your trap again, I'll explain. I'm feeling cranky and I don't want to be interrupted. Only people who are aware of return of evil and are determined to put a stop to him may enter this place. You have noticed yourself becoming more and more poetic.Not long after we received our poetic "license" and were able to easily speak in rhythm. Dumbledore cast a spell that would allow all of those aware of and against evil to recognize each other. All those who are on our side can speak in this "tongue" and no, it's not like parseltongue you don't hiss, and we will have these mock poetry bashes to meet and discuss our plans," finished Moody.

"Wow. So I guess that means I'm not the only one to have a cool new beat."

"Like, DUH!" exclaimed Moody.

"Uh.Moody?" inquired Lupin.

"Sorry, got carried away."

"So, Harry, do you see what we're saying? At school, you'll need to figure out some of the people on our side! You were the first to receive this ability for obvious reasons, and as more and more people will become aware, we need to determine which side they are on and this tool will enable us to do that!" Lupin further explained.

"I see.So where are Ron and Hermione?"

"We're here!" cried Hermione.

"Yep!" exclaimed Ron.

"Well I'm going to be kind of mad at you for not writing that much, and even though I understand your circumstances I am still fairly upset."

"Oh. Ok," said Ron.

"When will our first poetry bash be?" asked the boy who lived.

"Well, we've already had a few. You got your poetic license about two weeks ago and we got ours a few days later and the other children got theirs a few days after that, so we've actually had several. We just needed to wait for the Dursleys to get out of the house to get you. Please don't be in a really bad mood, because that's no fun," explained Tonks.

"Ok, fine. I won't," said Harry, suddenly more brightly.

"Well, let's just pretend school starts tomorrow and so we can get to Hogwarts soon!" suggested Lupin.

"Sounds WICKED!"shouted Ron.

"Oh and Harry," continued Lupin.

"Yes?"

"There's some one here to meet you!"

Harry turned and looked around, but he could see no one. Suddenly Sirius appeared after taking off an invisibility cloak.

"SIRIUS!!! I've missed you so much!!"

"Harry! I've missed you too! Oh and I was just wearing the invisibility cloack for effect, those soul-sucking dementors can't get me here!"

"That's terrific! How's Buckbeak?"

"Oh Beaky's fine, upstairs right now actually.

Harry hugged Sirius tightly around the waist and nearly cried with happiness.

"I can't believe you fooled me before! I was so sad. It was like becoming an orphan all over again!"

"I felt so bad about that, but Dumbledore said the readers needed a way to find out why people become ghosts."

"Did you hear some of those crazy rumors? Like the one that Snape's a vampire or the one that Remus is actually my dad in disguise? Wow, I wonder if any of them are true!"

"I actually did hear many of them. However, I'm not the biggest fan of rumors since everybody used to believe wrong rumors about me."

"Yea, a lot of rumors are dumb. Oh well."

Some of the members of the OoTP, all the Weasleys (except for Percy who was being a Crum Bum, Bill who was at Gringotts flirting up a storm with Fleur, and Charlie who was temporarily facilitating Martha Stewart's trial for some reason), Hermione, and finally Harry enjoyed a nice dinner while chatting about the Weird Sisters, Quidditch, and other assorted topics. Soon, it was time to say good night and get on the sleepy time express, to prepare for the Hogwarts Express the next day (hahahaha.not).

Morning came a few hours too soon for Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry who had stayed up very late the night before.

TBC with "Breakfast"