Hello, beautiful and adoring fans! Catgrl52 here. This is the chapter that is just about everything that WOULD'VE happened if I had continued this story. Sorry it took so long to update. I haven't been in the mood really after getting back from Spain. Yes I KNOW I promised to have it up by the 25th. Sorry. Anyway, um… oh yeah!

DISCLAIMER!!!!!: Not mine not mine not mine NOT MINE! Ha. Not mine, all J.K.'s except the plot, you know what I mean. **sweet little high-pitched voice** All Characters and situations are property of J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Books and no money is being made off this and a-hem "no copyright infringement is intended." HA!

Now for answers to my lovely reviewers:

Kalor: Thank you very much. I agree, It's no fun if he can do everything cuz if he could then he could just go "KABOOM!" and then Voldemort would disappear. Don't worry, Harry can't… should I tell you? Hmm… fine I will cuz I'm not really finishing this. He can't apparate (spelling?) and he's not an animagus. And he's not all powerful. Just mostly-powerful.

Private Nichole: Thank you! That's so nice of you! Hey, are you like, a private-eye or something?

Padfoot4eva: I know you only reviewed chapter one cuz you've already read the whole thing and you're at camp right now but I'm putting you up here anyway. YOU ARE MEGA MEGA ULTRA BIG TIME POO!!! Ha.

"leXis": same as padfoot4eva. I know you only reviewed chapter one. and I already spoke to you about your rudeness and how insulted I was, but I'm telling you something else here. I think you should hold your breath or at least shut your mouth cuz I don't want to hear whatever shit you have to say. So there. Copied it from the book indeed.

Now for Chapter Tres! (for all you non-spanish speaking folk out there, tres means 3)

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By the time the fifteenth had rolled around, Harry had gotten a lot accomplished. These things included writing back to everyone, setting out Hagrid's rock cake for Dudley to find, watching Dudley stuff the cake greedily into his mouth when he did find it, laughing as Dudley howled in pain after biting down, riding his new motorcycle, and pondering (grimly) on what to do about the ever growing threat of Voldemort. He had also managed to use almost half of Fred and George's gift on Dudley.

On the problem of Voldemort, Harry had no idea what to do. He had subscribed to the Daily Prophet, and had read through each issue 3 times over. So far his searches had proved unsuccessful. So, Harry had finally decided that Voldemort was biding his time to gather more followers, and Harry had to be happy with that conclusion.

Around midmorning, Harry was sitting in his room when he heard a tapping at his window. Looking up, he saw Fawkes sitting on his windowsill with a look on his face that greatly surprised Harry. Instead of having his normal sage-like appearance, the usually serene bird did not look just slightly annoyed, but downright irritated. He had the air of someone who had just gotten caught contradicting himself. Harry decided it would be best to open the window quickly, and he did.

"'Lo Fawkes, what brings you here?" Harry asked the disgruntled-looking bird.

You, Fawkes answered. Ignoring Harry's bulging eyes, he continued. I am here to take you to your first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

"What the-" But Harry got no farther than this. Fawkes had suddenly started to sing, a low and haunting tune that made Harry suddenly very sleepy. Without another sound, Harry blacked out and fell to the floor with a thump.

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            He was in a giant hall, much like the great hall at Hogwarts, only instead of stone, the entire room was made of gold, silver and rubies. There was a soft rustling all around the room, and soft singing from many voices filled the air. Looking up, he saw what was creating the noises and singing. There were Phoenixes. And not just red and gold ones. Some were royal blue and grey, some were black and yellow, Harry even saw one silver and green one (but just one).  On the floor where he was, there were hundreds of golden and ruby studded perches arranged in a circle. Beneath each one was a tray with ashes on it, some of the piles larger than others. Fawkes was in front of him on an especially large perch. The sight of all the other phoenixes flying in the air and singing made him want to take wing himself, and he was about to do so when Fawkes sang out one long, golden note. With a swirl of feathers, the Phoenixes were on their perches.

            'You all know why we are meeting today,' Fawkes said. All the phoenixes nodded in agreement. 'Harry, say hello.'

            'Um, hello?'

            'Very good. Now, I suppose you would like to know where you are, why you are here, and all that sort of thing as people always do when they are brought here for the first time.' Fawkes turned a black eye toward him, then glared at many of the other phoenixes, who were chuckling.

            'Yes, actually, I would.' Harry was starting to get irritated at Fawkes. 'Now listen, you can't just go off abducting people and bringing them to this place, whatever it is-'

            'Phoenix Hall'

            'Yes, without giving them some sort of invitation, or warning, or-'

            'Oh, do be quiet and let me explain!'

            Harry shut up.

            'Thank you. Now, as I said before, you are in Phoenix Hall. If there is ever a time you need to come here, just close you eyes and picture it in your mind. You are here because you have been selected to become a member of the Order of the Phoenix in one year's time, and-'

            'Wait. In one year? Why not now?'

            'If you would let me finish, I would tell you. As I was saying, you have been selected to become a member of the Order of the Phoenix in one year's time, and you are here to complete the pre-initiation rites. Now, before we start, are there any questions you would like to ask?'

            'Yeah. Let's see, um… well, first of all, why aren't all the phoenixes here red and gold like you,' looking down, he added, 'and me?'

            'The color of their plumage are the colors of the house that they were in at Hogwarts, or in the founders' case, the house they headed.'

            'Founders? Of what?'

            'Of Hogwarts, of course.' Indicating at four larger phoenixes with more brightly colored plumage than the rest of the phoenixes, Fawkes said their names See, there's Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and,' Fawkes gave a small pause before finishing, 'Salazar Slytherin.' He nodded at the only green and silver phoenix in the room.

            'What is the Order of the Phoenix for, anyway?'

            'To fight evil and injustice and that sort of thing.'

            'Well, then why is Salazar Slytherin here?' The Silver and green phoenix glared at Harry. 'I mean, didn't he put that basilisk in Hogwarts and doesn't he hated wizards that aren't pureblooded and everything?'

            'Harry, just because someone has an argument with another person that doesn't make them evil.'

            'But-'

            'Salazar Slytherin was friends with the three other founders of Hogwarts. The only reason he built the chamber of secrets was because he had just had a big argument with Godric Gryffindor and was very driven to do this by his anger. That does not make him evil.'

            'Well then. But, aren't the founders dead? Why are they here if they're dead?'

            'the first four members of the Order of the Phoenix have the privilege of continuing to be part of the order, despite the fact that they died a long time ago. So, no, your father and mother are not here.'

            'What?'

            'Your father and Mother were both members of the Order of the Phoenix along with Frank and Alice Longbottom, and Sirius Black. Sirius, however, is still with us, gladly.' Harry looked around wildly, and spotted a red and gold phoenix with a very familiar pair of brown eyes (sorry I don't know what the color of Sirius' eyes are so I made them brown). Glad to have someone he knew here, Harry smiled and turned back to Fawkes.

            'Is anyone else I know here?'

            'Well, I'm assuming you know Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, so, yes.'

            Harry turned to his left to see a pair of bright twinkling eyes and stern sharp eyes looking back at him.

            'Hello Harry,' Dumbledore said quietly.

            'Now, anymore questions?'

            'Um… yes. Two, actually. First of all, when am I going to actually become a member of the Order of the Phoenix and did the Order have anything to do at all with my strange growth spurt over the summer?'

            'In one year and yes, it did. Some members of the order thought that you were a bit too,' fawkes paused, searching for the right word. 'Shrimpy, and didn't think you frail body could stand the force of the magic that we were going to give you.' Fawkes continued, ignoring Harry's cries of protest. 'so, to remedy that, we infused some, let's call it "grower" into you, and now you are a big strong healthy boy. And quit muttering because you thought the exact same thing yourself and that's is the reason you started using your cousin's exercise machine.'

            'The reason I felt that way wouldn't have anything to do with, I don't know, maybe you putting that in me?' Harry asked.

            'I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer,' Fawkes answered haughtily.

            'Humph.'

            'Now, may we please begin the pre-initiation rites?'

            'Fine, I'm ready.'

            'Good.'

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            Harry opened his eyes, and found himself on the floor on his back, in his room, and Fawkes gone. On Harry's stomach was a single red and gold feather (I know it's cheesey). Picking it up, Harry twirled it in his fingers for a moment, put it in his trunk, and looked around.

            "I need to get outside."

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            Ronald Weasley swooped in and out of the low clouds, doing tricks and flips on his new broom.

            "Slow down Ron! I can't keep up with you when you're on that new Nibus!" his dad, Arthur Weasley called out to him.

            "I know dad, isn't it great?" His dad laughed as Ron did a triple loop-de-loop.

            "Hey, let's drop for a moment because I think we're getting close to Harry's house." They both flew lower and spotted number 4, Privet Drive.

            Walking up the sidewalk to Harry's house, Ron whispered to his dad. "Um, dad? I don't think it's a good idea to have your wand out."

            "I think it's better to let Dursley know I'm armed so he won't be difficult and try to stop Harry from leaving. If he doesn't do what I say, I'll just threaten to curse him." Ron giggled (yes I know, boys don't giggle, but chuckled didn't really fit and I couldn't think of a better word).

            Arthur Weasley knocked on the door. After a few moments, it creaked open, and Dudley, Harry's fat cousin ("fatter than ever I see," thought Ron) poked his nose out and froze when he saw Mr. Weasley's wand.

            "Hello, is your cousin here? We've come to pick him up," Mr. Weasley said. Dudley gave a small squeak and disappeared inside. "I think that went over well, don't you?" Mr. Weasley asked his son. Suddenly, they heard a loud roar and turned to see a boy that looked to be about 18 years old turning the corner onto Privet Drive doing a pop-wheelie on a red and gold motorcycle. The motorcycle stopped in front of number 4 and the boy got off and ran up to Ron and Mr. Weasley.

            "Um, hello, I'm Ron Weasley and this is my dad, um… do I know you?" The boy looked very familiar.

            "Nope. I'm Harry Potter, Ron Weasley's best friend. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

            Ron stared at Harry. He had been taller than Harry at the end of the school year, but now Harry was a full 5 inches taller than him. His thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Weasley.

            "Harry! Is this really a, what are they called, a motorslickle?"

            "Yes it is a motorcycle. I'll show it to you when we get to the burrow."

            "Now wait a minute!" This is getting too weird, he thought. "How are we supposed to get that thing from here to our house?"

            "Like this." Turning, Harry pulled out his wand and said "Reducto!" The motorcycle promptly grew to the size of an orange (I couldn't think of anything better) and Harry said "Accio Motorcycle" and the miniature motorcycle flew to his hand. Sticking the tiny motorcycle into his back pocket, he turned around and said, "Well, why don't we go get my trunk."

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(this next bit is just Harry and Ron talking on the way to his house)

            (Ron) "So… how was your summer?"

            "Okay, yours?"

            "Good, it was fine."

            "That's good. So… like the broom."

            "Yeah isn't it great? I really like it. I'm planning on trying out for keeper this year."

            "Really? That's good."

            Silence.

            "So… where are your glasses?"

            "Well, for my birthday Hermione got me a pair of contact lenses, so I don't need glasses anymore."

            "What are contact lenses?"

            "Little bits of glass or plastic-"

            "What's plastic?"

            "Stuff Muggles made up."

            "Oh."

            "Anyway, they're these bits of plastic or glass that muggles put in their eyes to make them see better."

            "Who'd want to do that? If I ever put something in my eye, it really hurts."

            "Well, these are made so that they don't hurt your eyes."

            "Oh."

            Silence.

            "So… I got prefect."

            "Really? That's great!"

            "It is?"

            "Yeah! Sure it is! Good job, man!"

            "Oh. Um… ok, thanks."

            Silence.

            (Mr. Weasley) "Hey boys! We're just about home! Drop down a bit!"

            (Both) "Ok!"

            "Well… welcome back Harry."

            "Thanks Ron."

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            Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley stepped into the dark house and were greeted with an explosion of sound and light.

            "Happy Late Birthday, Harry!"

            "Hey, you made it!"

            "Oh goodness, Harry, look how you've grown!" (That would be Mrs. Weasley)

            "Happy Birthday, Harry," Ron said, smiling. "We thought we'd throw you a little surprise party when we got back. Do you like it?" he asked nervously.

            Harry looked around, grinning. "Course I do, mate. Who wouldn't like their first birthday party?"

            Ron grinned, relieved. "Hey, come on, let's have some cake."

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            Yeah, I know, it was very cheesey, but I really wanted Harry to have a birthday party before he turned 50. So, hope you like it! Important A/N: because of my recent discovery that the vast majority of people who give flamers give them anonymously, I will no longer be accepting anonymous reviews (my mom is also making me). I'm really sorry to all you nice anonymous people, but I don't like being cussed at. See the reviews for "It's 'Arry Potter!" to see what I mean. If you are anonymous and want to tell me what you think, email me at ecg12129@aol.com. But you gotta be nice or else I'll report you to the mean email blocking people. So there. Now, what should I call my new Harry potter fanfic? It's current title is sucking butt with "Harry Potter and the Second War," so I want to change it but my brain is currently on summer vacation in Spain cuz it missed the plane ride home and so I can't think of anything better. Suggestions are welcome!

Love y'all!

Catgrl52  ^∙.∙^