A/N: Sorry for the wait. I had chapters 3 and 4 typed up long ago, but
Fanfiction.Net wouldn't let me post chapter 3 and then I got involved with
different fics...Anyway, here it is now.
Thanks to Guardian angel of wolves: I'll try and make them longer; Lya; julie; Hermione HP; LittleEar BigEar's sis; LoonyLoopyLisa: Yeah, I didn't really explain that well, but he can; the Queen of Fire and Ice; CrystalHorse72: I read it and it's very good. I'm not really a big Ron fan though, he just....bugs me.
CH3: Order of the Phoenix (original, huh?)
Harry appeared straight into the Apparating room at the headquarters. Immediately, everyone around him gave some sign of greeting: whether waving, calling his name, or saluting. Harry really hated that, saluting. It was disconcerting to see people twice his age acting like he was god. But it came with the job.
The job. Harry was the General of the Order of the phoenix, a post previously occupied by Albus Dumbledore during Voldemort's first rise. He had to lead armies, plan strategic counter-offences, and basically be a 'symbol of strength and power', at least according to Albus. Harry sighed, shaking those thoughts away as he went to his office.
Upon arrival, he sent out Tele-owls out to several different departments. The Tele-owl was an invention of Mr. Weasley's. It's like a magically enhanced telephone, similar to a telegram, but with no morse code. The information he needed zipped back at him only a minute later. Harry was still slightly awed by how fast the Tele-owls actually were.
He thumbed through the teacher records from 1976. Apparently, he, Sirius, and Remus would become Harry Jamison, John Nyx, and Orion Night respectively. Harry would have to make copies of the résumés that got these people hired. 'Funny how I'm making copies to hand in of the ones we already were hired with.', he chuckled to himself. He told his secretary, Victoria Rayon, and his second in command, Arabella Figg, where he would be going. And that he didn't know when he would be back. Asking Vic to send off a couple of letters to Ron and Hermione to say he would be out of touch for awhile, he left back to Hogwarts.
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I know I said I'd make these longer, but I had type this chapter ages before I wrote the Author's note. It doesn't count. Next one I type up will be longer, though.
Thanks to Guardian angel of wolves: I'll try and make them longer; Lya; julie; Hermione HP; LittleEar BigEar's sis; LoonyLoopyLisa: Yeah, I didn't really explain that well, but he can; the Queen of Fire and Ice; CrystalHorse72: I read it and it's very good. I'm not really a big Ron fan though, he just....bugs me.
CH3: Order of the Phoenix (original, huh?)
Harry appeared straight into the Apparating room at the headquarters. Immediately, everyone around him gave some sign of greeting: whether waving, calling his name, or saluting. Harry really hated that, saluting. It was disconcerting to see people twice his age acting like he was god. But it came with the job.
The job. Harry was the General of the Order of the phoenix, a post previously occupied by Albus Dumbledore during Voldemort's first rise. He had to lead armies, plan strategic counter-offences, and basically be a 'symbol of strength and power', at least according to Albus. Harry sighed, shaking those thoughts away as he went to his office.
Upon arrival, he sent out Tele-owls out to several different departments. The Tele-owl was an invention of Mr. Weasley's. It's like a magically enhanced telephone, similar to a telegram, but with no morse code. The information he needed zipped back at him only a minute later. Harry was still slightly awed by how fast the Tele-owls actually were.
He thumbed through the teacher records from 1976. Apparently, he, Sirius, and Remus would become Harry Jamison, John Nyx, and Orion Night respectively. Harry would have to make copies of the résumés that got these people hired. 'Funny how I'm making copies to hand in of the ones we already were hired with.', he chuckled to himself. He told his secretary, Victoria Rayon, and his second in command, Arabella Figg, where he would be going. And that he didn't know when he would be back. Asking Vic to send off a couple of letters to Ron and Hermione to say he would be out of touch for awhile, he left back to Hogwarts.
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I know I said I'd make these longer, but I had type this chapter ages before I wrote the Author's note. It doesn't count. Next one I type up will be longer, though.