Phoenix Quwill here! Greetings . . . from now on . .when you read my stories . . . Or Draconia's when I'm on hers . . . (DS: LIKE EVERY OTHER ONE!) I'll refure to MYself as Pheonix . . . or PQ . . . its my choice . . . now . . . Disclaimer first . . . I do own Harry Potter, if I did . . well . . . SIRIUS WOULD STILL BE AROUND . . . now that that is off my chest . . . a lot of the stuff is J.K. Rowlings . . . Stuff you don't know is mine . . . get over it . . . Some plots may come from the Crazy Depths of Draconia SilverFlame's Deranged, Gutter mind . . . So if anyone has a crane . . may I borrow it to get her mind OUT of the Gutter? Till then, Bear with me . . . and On with the Story *little white flags wave*Oh and yes I Know the spelling of 'Quill' is wrong but someone mispelled it (Draconia-Sorry!)When she tried to change it someone else took it so I refubished it alittle.

center~*~ Pride of the Gryffin ~*~ centerChapter 1: Rescued . . . FINALLY!

Harry Potter or nicknamed by many as-the-boy-who-lived, sat on his bed reading. Reading and working around the house of his aunt's adn Uncle's home were his only comforts; his only way not to think of his godfather, Sirius. Sirius had been killed last school year, it hurt him deeply but in all, he thought he was doing well, but every once in a while he had to cram his head down into his pilow and let out a scream. Harry lost his parents to the Dark Lord Voldemort when he was just a baby. Now at the age of fifteen he lost his godfather. Harry was beginning to think there was a law somewhere stating that He couldn't love or be loved. Sirius was not the only reason that he spent as much time as possible reading and working. The other reason was that because of the prophecy that said that he was the one and only person to destroy Voldemort.

Over the summer, Harry had gotten smarter because of the endless hours at the muggle library and his own collection. He also had gotten a bit stronger from the yard work and moving of funiture around the Dursley's. The Dursleys Lived on Privet Drive and Harry of course hated it there. His aunt and uncle hated him for being who he was. Harry knew that soon School would be started, and he would be out of there. i I hope I get out of here soon . . . I don't think I can handle much of this anymore . . . I'm going stir crazy here. i That was the thought running through hsi head that kept him sane through the summer. The thought of summer ending and he got to go back to school and see his friends and play Quidditch again. he got letters weekly but sometimes to sit and talk with a person can be better. By the writing style of his friends, he could tell they had something to tell him, and He often though about what. Ron adn Hermione were at Grimmauld Place or the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. The Teenagers were too young to be in the order themselves. But they all knew enough to be in danger, maybe too much for their own good.

The Dursley's were out at the moment but Harry stayed in his room reading his Trasfiguration textbook. When the doorbell sounded throughout the house, Harry jumped slightly slamming his book closed. He then headed down the Stairs to the front door, as he opened it he nearly jumped back in suprise. Standing in the Darkness, stood Lupin, Tonks, Moody and Kingsley. Lupin gave a wolfish smile.

"Are you going to make us stand here in the dark?" Lupin asked.

"N-n-no . . . come on in . . ." Harry said opening the door and they piled into the entry way of the Dursley home. "May I ask a question . . .WHAT are you doing here?!"

"We have come to 'rescue' you . . ." Tonks said with a mischievous smile on her face. Harry jumped and ran up the stairs.

"I'll get my stuff!" Harry shouted from the top of the stairs. The four sighed and waiting for him to return with his things. Not long after Harry came back down the stairs had they used a Portkey to get to the headquarters. Soon they found themselves int he kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld place.

"Ron and Hermione are upstairs waiting for you," Kingsley said in his deep voice. Harry went up the stairs to the room, like always he shared the room with Ron. In the room, he found Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the Weasly Twins sitting around the room talking and obviously waiting.

Hermione smiled broadly as she spoke, "It is SO good to see you Harry!"

"How have you been?" Ron asked quickly after Hermione.

"I have been waiting to be rescued from the prison formally known as The Dursley's . . .it was torture . . " Harry made a dramatic fall onto the nearest chair.

"We have something to discuss with you . . ." Ginny added after Harry's fall. Harry sat and nodded.

"Well . . ." Hermione started, "We came up with an idea. To start our own order with you as the leader. We would be a younger verison of the order and we can have some other people join us. If it is okay with you, Harry. If you say yes, we need a name and everything. So what do you think?"

Harry could only grin, "Have you taken up mind reading Hermione, cause you just read my mind, I would be honored."

"Really?" shouted nearly everyone. Harry gave a nod.

"Yeah, only question is what do we call it? Lets see . . . We're Brave, smart and we hate Voldemort and his followers.

"We are Loyal to Harry."

"Younger than the Order members."

"Delt with our fair share of problems."

"Harry is in Gryffindor and is the Textbook definition of one. Since he is the leader, i say it should deal with Lions," Ginny said.

"Lets see . . . a group of lions is called a pride . . .so how about Pride of the Lions?" Hermione thought outloud.

"No! The pride of the Gryffin sounds MUCH better!" Fred said.

~*~*~* TBC . . .~*~*~*