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Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix- Chapter 8
"The Founders Four all had special gifts. Godric Gryffindor had the power to move things without a wand. Rowena Ravenclaw could change into any animal. Salazar Slytherin was best at making Potions, ones that no one else had even heard of. And finally, Helga Hufflepuff, who was a true Seer." Dumbledore leaned back and gazed at the three awed students in front of him. No one made a sound and Dumbledore continued.
"One day Helga was gazing into her orb when she saw a man, this man had eyes that glowed like red-hot coals. He had a dark hair and a cruel smile. This man killed for pleasure, he was strong, powerful and had no mercy. This man, she saw, was feared more than anything by the wizarding world. He was almost unbeatable. Helga immediately told Rowena and Godric of this."
"Where was Slytherin?" Ron interrupted.
"By that time Salazar had got fed up with the other three and their random choice of students, and had left the school.
"Anyway, Helga told the others. Godric immediately suspected it to be a descendant of Slytherin. Rowena tried to counter-argue this. Her attempt was feeble, considering that no other wizard could be as powerful or hateful as Slytherin. The three put their heads together. The wizarding world would need a band of the bravest, strongest and most loyal witches and wizards to fight this evil. Together this band would do everything to protect the rest of the wizarding world; they would sacrifice themselves, go to any length to crush this evil before it arises fully. Godric, Rowena and Helga put their wands together and formed a symbol. This symbol would be given to every member of the band. It was a sign of their unity. This symbol would appear to the chosen people when and if the symbol found them worthy. The band of people would meet and plan their attacks, some entered the Death Eaters inner circle as spies, some would be on guard and watch out for any unusual activity, and some would intercept letters and break codes, etc. They were to work as a team and triumph over evil." Here, Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes examined Ron, Harry and Hermione's. When he spoke again his voice was quiet, calm and firm.
"This band was then, and still is, known as the ORDER OF PHOENIX." The room fell silent again.
"Um, professor, I've never heard of the Order of Phoenix, I've never read about it or anything." Hermione looked at him questioningly.
"No, you wouldn't have. The Order of Phoenix is a secret organisation. Only members know about it." He explained.
"But, then." Harry's voice trailed off. He looked at Remus and Sirius.
"Yes, Harry, we are members. And- and so was your father, Harry." Sirius' voice was gentle and he studied Harry's face.
"He was? So, that's what Mrs. Figg was going to tell me on the train?" Dumbledore nodded.
"Arabella is also a member, I asked her to watch over you. You see, your father was a member of the Order of Phoenix and Voldemort found out-"
"But you told us that the Order of Phoenix is a secret!" Hermione exclaimed.
"It was, it still is. By the rest of the wizarding world. Voldemort, however, knows of our presence. One of our spies turned against us to save his life and told Voldemort of our existence." Dumbledore's face was grave.
"Voldemort found out who your father was and what he worked for. James was carrying a lot of information for us. He had discovered things about Voldemort that no one else knew. Voldemort had to get rid of him.
"Harry what I'm about to tell you is very important. You must tell no one else. This is the reason of why Voldemort wanted to kill your father and you. Harry," Dumbledore paused, collecting his thoughts. Remus and Sirius were watching Harry, concentrated looks on their faces.
"Harry, you and your father are both, well, you're both descendants of Godric Gryffindor. You, Harry, are the new Heir to Gryffindor."
"But-but I can't be!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione and Ron were staring at Harry with open mouths.
"Yes, Harry, you can be, you are. Why do you think that Fawkes brought you the Sorting Hat when you were in the Chamber of Secrets? That Sorting Hat once belonged to Godric Gryffindor. The sword, Harry, remember that the Sorting Hat gave you GODRIC's sword? It was no coincidence Harry. Only the Heir could have pulled the sword out."
"You told me that only a true Gryffindor could have pulled it out."
"But you ARE a true Gryffindor Harry. I was trying to give you a clue." Dumbledore smiled.
"Voldemort knew that James was powerful and that you would be too. You could be his downfall Harry. He had to get rid of you."
"But if Dad was so powerful then why couldn't he beat him?"
"Because, Harry, Voldemort didn't even give James a proper fight. Just gave him enough time to tell Lily to run and before James could even take out his was, Voldemort killed him." Harry glanced over at his friends, then at Remus and Sirius. Remus had his face buried in his hands and Sirius had his hands balled up in fists, he looked so angry.
"The coward." Sirius hissed, "Was too afraid that James would beat him."
"Harry, you have a strength burning inside you, you are brave and have strong powers that just strengthen as time goes on. You can beat him Harry. Voldemort knows that if the other three Heirs unite then it will completely wipe out his Death Eaters, and himself. If you were to unite with the others than you could, erm, "knock him flat", so to speak. He would stand no chance. But, if the three can't unite then Voldemort has a chance. It MUST be all three of you, not one, not two, but three. Unfortunately, he succeeded in breaking up the three Heirs." Dumbledore studied Harry's face.
"What do you mean professor?" Harry asked curiously.
"The Heir to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor can unite but not Hufflepuff, not him." Harry looked confused.
"Oh! I know!" Hermione said, her eyes growing wide.
"The Heir to Hufflepuff was Cedric Diggory, wasn't it?" She questioned.
"Yes, Hermione, he was." Dumbledore looked sad.
"Then, who's the Heir to Ravenclaw? So, together we cannot beat Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry. The Heir to Ravenclaw doesn't have the strength, determination or skill to beat Voldemort. He knows, Voldemort knows that there is only one person who can get rid of him completely and he will do ANYTHING to get you Harry. That is why we have called you to Hogwarts. We can protect you here. Voldemort will not try to break into the castle." At that Dumbledore got up and left the room. Harry sat and thought, well aware of the fact that Hermione was sitting white-faced and trembling beside him, that Ron was nervously twisting his wand in his hands and that Remus and Sirius were watching him closely.
"If that's true, then why does You-Know-Who fear Dumbledore so much?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry just looked at her.
Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix- Chapter 8
"The Founders Four all had special gifts. Godric Gryffindor had the power to move things without a wand. Rowena Ravenclaw could change into any animal. Salazar Slytherin was best at making Potions, ones that no one else had even heard of. And finally, Helga Hufflepuff, who was a true Seer." Dumbledore leaned back and gazed at the three awed students in front of him. No one made a sound and Dumbledore continued.
"One day Helga was gazing into her orb when she saw a man, this man had eyes that glowed like red-hot coals. He had a dark hair and a cruel smile. This man killed for pleasure, he was strong, powerful and had no mercy. This man, she saw, was feared more than anything by the wizarding world. He was almost unbeatable. Helga immediately told Rowena and Godric of this."
"Where was Slytherin?" Ron interrupted.
"By that time Salazar had got fed up with the other three and their random choice of students, and had left the school.
"Anyway, Helga told the others. Godric immediately suspected it to be a descendant of Slytherin. Rowena tried to counter-argue this. Her attempt was feeble, considering that no other wizard could be as powerful or hateful as Slytherin. The three put their heads together. The wizarding world would need a band of the bravest, strongest and most loyal witches and wizards to fight this evil. Together this band would do everything to protect the rest of the wizarding world; they would sacrifice themselves, go to any length to crush this evil before it arises fully. Godric, Rowena and Helga put their wands together and formed a symbol. This symbol would be given to every member of the band. It was a sign of their unity. This symbol would appear to the chosen people when and if the symbol found them worthy. The band of people would meet and plan their attacks, some entered the Death Eaters inner circle as spies, some would be on guard and watch out for any unusual activity, and some would intercept letters and break codes, etc. They were to work as a team and triumph over evil." Here, Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes examined Ron, Harry and Hermione's. When he spoke again his voice was quiet, calm and firm.
"This band was then, and still is, known as the ORDER OF PHOENIX." The room fell silent again.
"Um, professor, I've never heard of the Order of Phoenix, I've never read about it or anything." Hermione looked at him questioningly.
"No, you wouldn't have. The Order of Phoenix is a secret organisation. Only members know about it." He explained.
"But, then." Harry's voice trailed off. He looked at Remus and Sirius.
"Yes, Harry, we are members. And- and so was your father, Harry." Sirius' voice was gentle and he studied Harry's face.
"He was? So, that's what Mrs. Figg was going to tell me on the train?" Dumbledore nodded.
"Arabella is also a member, I asked her to watch over you. You see, your father was a member of the Order of Phoenix and Voldemort found out-"
"But you told us that the Order of Phoenix is a secret!" Hermione exclaimed.
"It was, it still is. By the rest of the wizarding world. Voldemort, however, knows of our presence. One of our spies turned against us to save his life and told Voldemort of our existence." Dumbledore's face was grave.
"Voldemort found out who your father was and what he worked for. James was carrying a lot of information for us. He had discovered things about Voldemort that no one else knew. Voldemort had to get rid of him.
"Harry what I'm about to tell you is very important. You must tell no one else. This is the reason of why Voldemort wanted to kill your father and you. Harry," Dumbledore paused, collecting his thoughts. Remus and Sirius were watching Harry, concentrated looks on their faces.
"Harry, you and your father are both, well, you're both descendants of Godric Gryffindor. You, Harry, are the new Heir to Gryffindor."
"But-but I can't be!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione and Ron were staring at Harry with open mouths.
"Yes, Harry, you can be, you are. Why do you think that Fawkes brought you the Sorting Hat when you were in the Chamber of Secrets? That Sorting Hat once belonged to Godric Gryffindor. The sword, Harry, remember that the Sorting Hat gave you GODRIC's sword? It was no coincidence Harry. Only the Heir could have pulled the sword out."
"You told me that only a true Gryffindor could have pulled it out."
"But you ARE a true Gryffindor Harry. I was trying to give you a clue." Dumbledore smiled.
"Voldemort knew that James was powerful and that you would be too. You could be his downfall Harry. He had to get rid of you."
"But if Dad was so powerful then why couldn't he beat him?"
"Because, Harry, Voldemort didn't even give James a proper fight. Just gave him enough time to tell Lily to run and before James could even take out his was, Voldemort killed him." Harry glanced over at his friends, then at Remus and Sirius. Remus had his face buried in his hands and Sirius had his hands balled up in fists, he looked so angry.
"The coward." Sirius hissed, "Was too afraid that James would beat him."
"Harry, you have a strength burning inside you, you are brave and have strong powers that just strengthen as time goes on. You can beat him Harry. Voldemort knows that if the other three Heirs unite then it will completely wipe out his Death Eaters, and himself. If you were to unite with the others than you could, erm, "knock him flat", so to speak. He would stand no chance. But, if the three can't unite then Voldemort has a chance. It MUST be all three of you, not one, not two, but three. Unfortunately, he succeeded in breaking up the three Heirs." Dumbledore studied Harry's face.
"What do you mean professor?" Harry asked curiously.
"The Heir to Ravenclaw and Gryffindor can unite but not Hufflepuff, not him." Harry looked confused.
"Oh! I know!" Hermione said, her eyes growing wide.
"The Heir to Hufflepuff was Cedric Diggory, wasn't it?" She questioned.
"Yes, Hermione, he was." Dumbledore looked sad.
"Then, who's the Heir to Ravenclaw? So, together we cannot beat Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry. The Heir to Ravenclaw doesn't have the strength, determination or skill to beat Voldemort. He knows, Voldemort knows that there is only one person who can get rid of him completely and he will do ANYTHING to get you Harry. That is why we have called you to Hogwarts. We can protect you here. Voldemort will not try to break into the castle." At that Dumbledore got up and left the room. Harry sat and thought, well aware of the fact that Hermione was sitting white-faced and trembling beside him, that Ron was nervously twisting his wand in his hands and that Remus and Sirius were watching him closely.
"If that's true, then why does You-Know-Who fear Dumbledore so much?" Hermione asked. Ron and Harry just looked at her.