Harry Potter went straight to Dumbledore's office that morning. When he flooed there, he found Professor Dumbledore sitting in his office.

"Why Harry, what are you doing her?" he said.

"Professor, I had a bad dream last night," Harry said. He sat down on a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Really."

"Yes. It showed all of my past encounters with Voldemort." Dumbledore was silent. "And then there was one final memory that never happened. It showed Voldemort, coming back to life." Dumbledore was still silent. "When I woke up, my scar was hurting real bad."

Dumbledore was silent and in deep thought. After a few minutes Harry asked, "Professor, does this mean that Voldemort's back?"

Dumbledore thought about this question some more. Then he answered. "Harry, I'm not sure what to think anymore. I'm getting awfully old, and I was hoping Voldemort would be the last dark sorcerer I've seen in my lifetime. To answer your question, I think he truly is coming back."

"So does this mean that another war's going to begin?"

"It says so in the prophecy, Harry. I'm afraid so. I guess we will have to start the Order up again."

"Oh great, I hope I'm not going to get stuck in the house all the time again. It was a drag."

"I'm afraid you'll have to, Harry. We don't want anything to happen to you that shouldn't happen to you."

"Darn. Now I know how Sirius must've felt."

Dumbledore chuckled. "I'm going to be a little busy from now on, so could you do the business of getting the Order started up again?"

"Oh ya sure."

"You will find four of the members already here."

"Four?" Harry only knew three members of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts. McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid. Who else would there be?

"Yes, four. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts is part of the Order."

"Who is it Professor?"

"You'll have to find out yourself."

Harry walked out of Dumbledore's office, and down the phoenix staircase. Hogwarts. His home. He loved it here. All the memories they shared. He began to walk toward the Transfiguration classroom. The corridors were empty, which meant that everyone was in class. He walked into the classroom.

"So could you all please turn your pets into goblets," Professor McGonagall said.

"Professor, may I have a word with you?" Harry said at the back of the class. The entire class turned around and started to gasp and whisper.

"Oh my gosh it's Harry Potter!"

"He's the one that killed You-Know-Who."

"What about Mr. Potter? I'm trying to teach a class here." McGonagall said teasingly.

"Well it has something to do with a certain Order, and if you don't want to listen then I'll just ask Professor Snape to help me."

"Ugh! Go to him before you go to me? I think not." The class laughed. "C'mon Mr. Potter, let's go into my office."

Harry followed her and told him about the dream. She was surprised but was prepared to do her duty for the Order.

"Before I go Professor, may I ask you something?"

"Yes Mr. Potter?"

"Who's the new DADA teacher?"

Professor McGonagall smiled. She left the room.

"Well that went well."

Harry proceeded down into the dungeons. He could hear Snape's shouting from the hall. He walked through the door.

"Professor, may I have a word with you?" Harry said.

"What are you doing here Potter? You can't just go traipsing around Hogwarts! This is a school!"

"Professor, are you okay?"

"No. I have someone that is dumber than Longbottom in my class and he just blew up the ENTIRE classroom!"

"Well, sorry sir, but this is important."

"Fine. Come with me."

Harry followed Snape into his office. Harry told Snape about the dreams and such. He also asked Snape about the new DADA teacher. Snape only responded with a "ughh".

Harry then walked out of the grounds to Hagrid's Hut. He told him about the dream too and then asked about the new DADA teacher.

Hagrid replied, "Well Harry, you'll just have to see for yourself."

Harry walked back into the castle and went up to the DADA classroom. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find the entire class scattered around the room, and a boggart in the middle of the room.

"Okay, that was excellent Mr. Weasley, now go to back of the class to let the others have a turn," a voice said. A red-haired boy began to walk to the back of the classroom. It was Eric.

"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry, what are you doing here?"

"Well, I just came here to tell your teacher something, but I see his a little distracted."

"Oh, I'll get him for you. PROFESSOR!"

A tall man ran to the back of the classroom. He was a little pudgy around the face, but his body was very muscular.

"What is it Eric?"

"My Uncle Harry would like to speak to you," Eric said. The professor turned to Harry.

"Harry? Merlin's beard! It's great to see you again."

Harry had no clue who he was. Then he looked at the man's smile.

"Neville! What the heck are you doing teaching a Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

"Well, I guess the war kinda toughened me up a bit." Neville Longbottom had lost his grandmother to the death eaters.

"Neville I have some bad news."

Harry told Neville about the dreams.

"I'm ready for anything, Harry," Neville said.

They hugged and Harry left Hogwarts. Instead of going back to his house he went to Hogsmeade to catch the Knight Bus.

"Okay, who else was part of the Order?" he said to himself. "Dumbledore, Hagrid, McGonagall, Snape, Neville, Ginny, the Weasleys, Mundungus Fletcher. Hey, I can find him here."

Harry began to walk toward the Hog's Head. Inside, he found a familiar witch that was wearing a long robe that went down to her ankles. Harry sat down next to her.

"Hey man," Harry said.

"Long time no see," Mundungus said.

"The Order's started up again."

"Again?"

"Ya."

Harry and Mundungus Fletcher had a quick conversation until Harry had to leave. After he informed most of the Order, he went home and wrote a letter to Hermione and Ron.

Hermione and Rachel came home around 6 P.M. They had come from Ben's funeral. Last week he was driving to a wizard's house for Ministry business when a car crashed into him at an intersection. Michelle was devastated and Hermione did her best to console her. Hermione was devastated also; she had just lost her best friend. When she walked inside the flat, she found a snowy owl sitting on the ledge of her window.

"Mommy, look! Uncle Harry sent us an owl."

Rachel ran up to the window, let Hedwig in, and began to feed her, while Hermione took the letter tied to her leg.

Dear Hermione,

            Hello! How are you and Rachel? I have some bad news. Last night, I had a dream about Voldemort being back. I wish I could tell you more, but I have learned not to write important things by owl. I need you here immediately. Your brains could be a lot of help again. I've started it up. You know where to meet me.

                                                            Love,

                                                                        Harry

Hermione took a pen and a small piece of parchment and wrote 'I'm coming soon' and sent Hedwig off. She then turned to Rachel and said, "Rachel, go pack your clothes. We're going to visit Uncle Harry." No matter how bad she felt about Eric's death, Voldemort back was no laughing matter either.

Ron had come back from his job working for the Chudley Cannons. He was in charge of all their promotional stuff. He walked in and found a letter on his coffee table. He had left the window open because he was waiting for Pigwidgeon to return from Hogwarts carrying a letter from Erin. The letter wasn't from Erin, but from Harry Potter. He hadn't talked to his ex-best friend since he had filed for divorce five years ago. What would he want now?

Dear Ron

            I know I haven't talked to you for years, but we need to talk now. Voldemort is back. The Order needs your help. You know where headquarters is. I can't say all I need to say because this letter might fall into the wrong hands.

                                                Sincerely,

                                                            Harry

Ron folded the letter and threw it into the fireplace. He angrily packed up his clothes to go to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.