Alright, it took a few days, but here's chapter 14.

Before I start the chapter and thank the reviewers, I would just like to express my thoughts and feelings on the real Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix that came out June 21.

I CAN"T BELIIEVE SIRIUS DIED! HE WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER! WHAT WILL HARRY DO WITHOUT SIRIUS? WHY DID SHE HAVE TO KILL HIM OFF? HE HAD NO REASON TO DIE! EVERYBODY MUST MOURN FOR SIRIUS. REMEMBER SIRIUS BLACK. REST IN PEACE, PADFOOT.

Sorry, just had to get that out. I do like the fifth book, it's just I don't think that Padfoot should have died. Poor Padfoot. Poor Harry. Poor Moony.

Ok, now that that's off my chest:

Lord Master Omega: I'm glad you like it!

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EriEka127: Yup! I know how you feel. I miss Sirius terribly. I cry out to him in my sleep (well, not really)

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Yana: Thanks! I'm glad you like my story! I will try to finish it, unless something unexpected happens (like my dad takes away the computer forever – god that'd be scary!)

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And here we are, chapter 14 (wow, I'm already up to 14!)

Chapter 14 , the Curse of the Living Death

As they went to lunch, Harry couldn't help but recall when he had the spell cast on him.

***

Harry was zooming to a fairly new looking castle on the back of phoenix. The phoenix flew into the window of what he now recognized as early Hogwarts. He was flown right into the Headmaster's office. The temperature was slightly cooler than you would expect on a hot summer's day. Harry expected to see Dumbledore inside the room, but instead, there was a raven-haired man who looked young and powerful. His name was Godric Gryffindor.

Gryffindor was pacing his office. He looked to be very disturbed by something. Unconsciously, he was flinging books and items across the room, and then scribbling on a large parchment. His thoughts were inturrepted when two witches entered the office.

One had short, light brown hair, brown eyes, and wore a yellow cloak. She looked very friendly. The other had darker hair down to her waist, and looked a little pale skinned, as if she never got out much, and spent most of her time in the library. They were Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw.

" Godric. We may have a problem." Helga said.

He rolled his eyes in response. " Well, that is obvious. But what do we do?"

He sighed. " Well, let's put the facts together." Rowena said. " First, the main problem is that Salazar does not want to admit muggle born children. We simply must have them! Often, the muggle borns are the smartest children here, because they read so much so that they don't miss anything purebloods already knew. This is bad. The second, and slightly smaller, but still huge, problem is that he has created a spell that kills. This spell is the darkest magic you can get. All you have to do is say the words, and if you have enough magical power, the person will die in a jet of green light. Also, we already know that he has created the Crucio, or pain curse, and the Imperio, or commanding curse. So, what do we do?"

" He must be stopped. We can't have him selecting pureblood students, and certainly not killing or torturing them."

" We have a bigger problem than the students at the moment, Helga. His attacks on muggles have increased, and there is a rumor that he has built a secret chamber in the castle and hidden a monster in there. But, the muggles come first. He has used those three curses too much on them. They should be outlawed."

" But Godric, you know that we cannot outlaw something until we have a witness, an alive victim, and the curser himself, and no one had ever outlawed a spell before. He wouldn't go to jail, but he would never agree to make his curses illegal!" Rowena said.

Neither of them said anything for a while. Godric looked like he was debating on whether to say something.

" What is it, Godric? I can tell you've got a solution."

" You're not going to like it." He said. They both glared at him, so he said,

" Well, what if we give him a taste of his own medicine?" More silence.

" Do you mean-"

" Yes and no. What we do is—you're not going to like this." He repeated.

" We will if it's our only choice. Just tell us!" Helga didn't have much patience.

" Ok. How about we- combine all three curses, only make it much worse. And use it on him? Of course, we will warn him first of what we will do if he doesn't stop, but I doubt he will heed out warning. But, when we form this new curse, as soon as we use it on him, we go to the ministry, and ask them to make it illegal. With luck, it will be. Then, later, we can get the other three curses to become illegal, because they are forms of the combined curse."

" But—are you saying that we have to---* kill * Salazar?" Godric sighed, and looked Helga straight in the eye.

" What else can we do? If we don't, he will continue to practice his dark magic. He will have a war with us. He will take the school, and make it a Dark Arts school. He will form an army of dark creatures, and destroy good. I have seen a prediction of what will happen unless we take action.  Our only action is to rid him of life. The only way is with this spell. Do we all agree to do this?"

The two girls looked at each other, than Godric, and nodded.

" It is for the good."  Helga said.

"A sacrifice for the side of Light." Rowena declared.

" Yes. Light will always triumph over Dark." Godric agreed.

" Well, Godric, what do we need to do?" Rowena asked.

" I've already got most of the spell planned." He handed them a sheet of parchment. They read it, and gulped.

" You realize that this is Dark magic."

" Do we have a choice?" He growled.

" N-No." Helga said.

" What shall we call this curse?"

Godric put his hands on his chin, thinking. Finally, he came up with, " The curse of the Living Dead"

***

Godric, Rowena, and Helga were standing in the Great Hall, looking very worried. They were going to test their spell, which was very dangerous. If it backfired, it could easily kill the caster.

" Godric, are you sure this will work?" larger

" To be frank, no. Ready?" Rowena held out a jar with a rat inside. She slowly unscrewed the lid, and tipped the rat out. The rodent seemed to know what its fate was, for it was frozen in its spot.

Godric was slightly shacking. " Ok.  CRUCIAS IMPERIAVADA KEDAVREN EXPANDIO!" Four jets of light shot out of Godric's wand, all at the innocent rat. One red, one yellow, one green, and the last black. They all struck the rat. The poor creature was first in pain, and then under Godric's control, then killed. But, this spell did worse than kill. It was similar to a Dementor. It kept you living, but you did not know anything but what the curser told you. You were in constant pain and almost could not move. You were an inch from death. You did not exist. You had no thoughts, no memories, no soul. You just were.

The worse thing about this spell was that you were made immortal if the curser had enough power. There had to be tons of power behind this spell. You had to be one of the most powerful wizards on the planet.  But, the immortality was the worst thing about this spell because that meant you were always under pain. But, you knew you were there, feeling the pain, so it hurt worse. The pain never stopped.  You felt like you were dead, but alive, at the same time, and that was more painful than a million Crucios. The feeling of being on the edge, the brink of death, half of you was already in heaven, or hell, wherever you belong. The half feeling hurt more than anything. It was what made the curse the worst feeling on the planet. You could only die if the curser ordered you to die. If so, then the pain of death would increase, but even when your still body was laid to rest, you still felt pain, like you could never truly be in wherever your soul came to rest. You were only half there.

That is why this is called the curse of the living dead. You are living, but you are dead at the same time, and nothing in any universe, not even in hell, was worse than that.

Godric felt very guilty for using the curse, even on a rat, but knew that he must. It would save the planet. So, he told the rat to kill its self, and knew that it would never die, never live. He was waiting for the day, the day when he had to kill, yet immortalize, Salazar Slytherin.

**

Harry found himself now near where Hagrid's cabin would be, had this not been 13bc. Just next to the Forbidden forest. It was quite obvious to him that the forest was where Slytherin was hiding. Godric, Rowena, Helga, and hundreds of other wizards and witches were standing at the edge, calling.

" Salazar, it's time to end it. You know it, I know it, the muggles know it. Come out and face me like a man." Godric called. The bushes rustled. All for the side of light stepped back.

Salazar Slytherin crept toward them, finally leaving his hiding spot. He knew that he was walking toward Death. It was time. He just wouldn't admit it to Godric.

" Godric, I am facing you like a man. I say, we duel." Both of them nodded shortly, and turned backword, taking five steps. When they turned around, Godric put up his shield immeadtly.

" Salazar, I must warn you, as I have before. If you do not give in right now, you will receive a fate much worse than Death."

" Bring in on, Godric." He sneered.

Godric looked a little guilty, but then determined. "CRUCIAS IMPERIAVADA KEDAVREN EXPANDIO!" He chanted. The four lights and the curse surprised Slytherin, for he realize that it was his three curses combined.

 Then, they hit. Only, Harry, who was watching this moment from the past in a dream, could feel it too.

Harry would have screamed, had he been instructed to. The wanted scream hung in his tight throat as his body staggered with pain. More pain than Crucio, defiantly.  Harry felt nothing but pain. His mind was gone. It now belonged to Gryffindor. He was ½ dead, and the pain told him that she should be either fully alive, or fully dead, not in between. And then, it stopped, as suddenly as it had come.

He only received the curse because he was connected to Slytherin's heir, so he could feel the curse's pain. It stopped because Godric had ordered Slytherin to kill himself. Harry wasn't really getting the curse directly, so he did not have to commit suicide, and he could rightfully die, without being stuck in between a mortal and nonmortal world. He felt sorry for Godric for having to live with the guilt, just like Harry had with Cedric.

***

Harry had had those three dreams of the past during the summer, and he had decided to tell no one. The spell might leak to Voldemort, and people would worse than die. But now, he just *had* to mention it, so now he would get a message from Albus at dinner, telling him to meet in his office, and he would have to explain everything.

And sure enough, no sooner had he and his friends gone down for dinner, than Albus caught his eye, and nodded at McGonagall, who was walking toward him, with a note saying to visit Albus after the meal.

Harry sighed, and ate his food as slowly as he could with out being noticed. When he finally finished, he said good-by to Ron and Hermione and went to the stone Gargoyle. Albus had already finished eating, and had left the hall. Then, Harry realized that he didn't know the password.

" Er… Fizzing Whisbys? Canary creams? My name is Harry Potter, and I have come so that Albus can question me about a unforgivable spell that I really don't want to share with anyone?" To his astonishment, the Gargoyle lept aside.

Albus smiled when Harry got to him. " I figured you would guess the password. Now, seeing as you know what I am going to ask you, why don't you just start?"

" Are you sure you want to know the whole thing? It's kind of… unpleasant." Albus nodded.

" Well, ok, but I'll place a silencing charm on the whole castle, just in case."

" Is it really that bad?"

" Yes. I don't know if I really can tell you the whole story, because Godric just told me to tell as few people as possible, so I won't tell you how I know."

" What do you mean, Godric told you?"

" I hear the voices of Godric, Merlin, and Rowena in my head. Please don't call St. Mungo's." Albus laughed.

" Of course not. Please continue."

" Ok. Well, don't ask how I know, but the curse is called--- the Curse of the Living Dead. It's much worse than the potion, though. This curse is a combination of all three, plus more. It makes you dead, but alive at the same time. The caster must have enormous power to perform the spell. The caster had complete control of the mind. The victim cannot even scream while under the spell. Believe me, I tried."

" You were under the spell?!"

" Yes. And it was the worst thing in the world to experience. Along with the imperio curse, of course, there is the Crucio curse. Only a million times more excruciating. There is actually fire in your bones, spreading rapidly. The fire literally scorches your soul. But, the worst part is, you cannot die. Not unless the caster orders you to.

You see, you are half dead, and half alive. And your body cannot stand the pain from being half in heaven or hell, half on mortal earth. The pain is something worse than hell itself. There is no other pain like that. It is the feeling of being half way there; only you will never ever be able to fully reach either. For, after you have been hit with the curse, even if the curser lifts it, you will still be half and half. Half of your soul is dead. And, you will never be able to enter either earth or heaven wholly. Your soul is trapped between the middle.

But, I can still die, because I was not- directly- hit with the curse. I wasn't hit with it, just felt it on another human. But, he had it a hundred times worse than I."

" W-Who was the other person?"

Harry sighed. " You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Dumbledore looked very curious, though.

" It is astonishing how many tales I believe, no matter how far fetched."

" Alright, Albus. It was Slytherin. Salazar Slytherin."

***

" Salazar Slytherin? Are you serious, Harry?"

" No, that's my godfather." Harry said dully. He was too tired to do this right now. Just the memories of the spell make him feel its torture.

" Harry, this is bad. One, are you sure you're ok after it? It must be horrible."

He snorted. " You have no idea. Every time I think of it, I can picture the scene and feel the details of the pain. Relive the curse all over again, only not as badly. Just promice me that Voldemort never gets this spell. If he does, the world will end. He will use it on everyone and everything. We will all perish. I trust that you do not really want to experience it?"

" Of course not!"

" Promice me, Albus."

" I promice. We will never let Voldemort know of this curse"

" Good. Now, can I go to bed? I don't feel very good, after thinking of the curse…"

" Of course, Harry. Do you want me to escort you?"

" No. Can you imagine the commotion that would cause? Why is Dumbledore escorting Harry Potter? What's wrong with him? Will he die? Is the world going to end?" He gave a bitter laugh. When he did, Albus could just detect the faintest traces of a spell on Harry's face.

" Harry, what's on your face?"

" Oh, nothing."

" Harry." Albus said sternly.

" Nothing. I'm fine."

" Finite Incantation!" Albus said. Harry groaned. His face was covered with scars, blood, dirt, and he looked--- tired. Just, tired. He looked like he hadn't slept in-

" Months. I haven't had a good rest in over a month, maybe two, I'm too tired to count." Harry answered Albus's unspoken question.

" Dreams? Nightmares? Studying? Activities?"

" … And more." Harry interjected. " The new training, dreams, worrying, guilt… I feel so… tired."

" What about a dreamless sleep potion?"

" What if I miss an important premonition or Death Eater meeting? Plus, they are addictive after a while" Harry answered simply.

" Well, one won't hurt. Take it tonight. You'll feel loads better."

" Are you sure I should take it, Albus? What if I miss a very important Death Eater meeting, where they are going to attack the school at precisely nine forty five on Saturday, by Appearing to Hogsmeade and then flying on Firebolts that are three months and two days old to the castle, then hiding in the northern red fern bushes three yards into the forbidden forest, and attacking Hagrid's cabin from the south, but find that he's not there, so they progress to the school, stun fifteen fifth year Hufflepuffs, seven Gryffindors of sixth and seventh years, and four Ravenclaws, and kill thirty people, including three teachers and ten second years, until you and I get there forty five minutes from when they arrived in the forest?"

Dumbledore stared at Harry.

" Um… that was surprisingly detailed. Is there something you're not telling me?"

Harry shrugged. " No, it was just an example."

Albus gave him an exasperated look. " Whatever! Go to bed, and take the potion, before you have me worry any more."

Harry laughed and went to his four-poster bed, remembering to take the potion that he summoned from the Hospital Wing. He fell into a deep and undisturbed sleep.

Unfortunately, Harry's sleep was disturbed by the Order of the Phoenix meeting he had. He quickly transformed into a phoenix, and flew to the Order meeting room. It was called the Phoenix room.

As he reached the portrait of Gryffindor, he didn't even have to state the password. The call of a phoenix or the roar of a griffin would allow you entrance. He simply sang a note, and the door opened. He soared into the room he had brought his friends in earlier, and many people who were already there gasped at the sight of the Royal Phoenix.

Royal Phoenixes, which Harry had decided to become, were very rare, even rarer than a griffin. There hadn't been one for a century. This totally surprised the other members of the Order.

Harry decided to show off a little, and he soared around the room twice before landing in the empty seat next to Dumbledore that he knew was meant for him.

Dumbledore laughed, and announced, " Order Members, welcome Harry Potter!"

In the place of the Phoenix sat Harry Potter, acting as if what he had done was an everyday thing.

Murmurs instantly spread.

" Harry Potter? Is he an Animagus?"

" He can turn into a Royal Phoenix? That's not possible!"

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. " Really!" he said.

Dumbledore smiled. " Oh, that's right, you don't like the attention, do you?"

Harry gave him a look. " Oh, yes!" he said sarcastically. "I simply love to have people whisper among themselves wherever I go, and look at my scar, and bow down to my shadow!"

Albus smiled. " Good. Then you won't mind turning into a griffin and some other animals too! Everyone, if you please." He received the attention of the Order members again, and Harry sighed before turning into a phoenix, then an imperial arch griffin. His chair broke under Harry's weight. Harry then turned into a mouse, a eagle, a hippo, a hippogriff, and a phoenix again, before becoming human.

All were speechless, except Albus.

" Well done, Harry. As you can see, Harry will be a great asset to the Order." And Albus explained the Order to Harry; it was a group of people dedicated to fighting the dark. They were a big secret; the only one who knew of them other than the members was Fudge. They each had a code name. Harry was called Ashfeather, and Albus Wizewing. Harry didn't know the other people in the Order.

By the end of the night, they were all given special phoenix rings. If there was to be an emergency meeting, the ring would light up, but only the owner could see it.

Harry was exhausted, and went to bed as soon as his head hit the pillow.