Disclaimer: I don't own any characters at this point but I will in this story. Believe me. *laughs maliciosly*

A/N: Hi pplz! This is my first shot at a Harry Potter fic. This is Tamsy by the way. And this is my story. And I really hope you like it my friends. *teehee*

Chapter 1: Order at the Burrow

Harry looked happily at the sign in front of the house. The Burrow. He'd only had to endure two weeks of the Dursley's taunting this year. And now he was at the Burrow.

He entered the small kitchen with Ron and Ginny. "Now, Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, "There's a lot of people here right noe. The Order has been meeting here lately. Everyone is too afraid to go back to Grimmauld Place."

"Good for them. They've finally realized something worthwhile." said Harry, very sarcastically. Mrs. Weasley gave him the evil eye before turning back to her cooking. Ron was doubled over laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked a bushy haired Muggleborn named Hermione.

"Well, Miss Granger, I'm not sure. Maybe he's laughing at you? Aren't you going to say hello?"

"You're in a good mood today Harry. Hello."

"Very funny. I'm not in a good mood. I'm in a sarcastic one."

"A sarcastic mood, huh?" asked an alien voice. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you in one of those. This could be interesting."

"Ah, Miss Patil. Simply wonderful to see you. Not!" This last word was spoken in a very low whisper but Miss Patil heard him. It is to be wondered if he meant her to.

"Very entertaining, Mr. Potter, really. You should be the class clown. Oh wait, you need a clowny name! How about Potty-boy?" She stuck her tongue out at him and left the room.

Harry's face turned a brilliant shade of red. He seemed to be tongue-tied. Fred and George happened to choose that moment to enter the room.

"Harry's got a crush on Parvati! Harry's got a crush on Parvati!" they sang in Sesame Street voices.

"I do not!"

"Harry's got a-"

"Fred and George Weasley! Stop making unfounded accusations. It's quite annoying really.

"Thank you, Mrs.Weasley." The blush had retreated from his face by now.

"Your welcome Harry, dear. Now run along."

"Come on Harry. Let's go." Ron steered him up the stairs to his brightly coloured room.

"You should have seen your face-"

"Potty-boy? Where'd she get that-"

"Mental, I tell you, mental-"

"SHUT UP!" Silence fell. "You are driving me up the wall!"

"Sorry Harry. But that was funny. Really."

"Hermione-"

"It wasn't funny. It was sarcastic. Or at least it was supposed to be."

"Hello, Parvati. How-"

"Would you please be quiet up there? We're trying to have a meeting down here!" They all giggled, as it was Fred who had spoken.

"Yes, Mommy." They all laughed. "Oh yeah, Parvati where'd you get Potty-boy from?"

"Peeves. The night of the Yule Ball. When I was raving mad. It's quite funny actually. First-"

"Ooh, Harry's here now! Everyone's here. All the DA!" Lavendar stated, entering the room.

"Really…" He suddenly clapped his hand to his mouth and everyone jumped out of the way. Harry ran. A few minutes later they heard a disgusting sound. They all guessed what it was.

"And the teacher is sick!"

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A/N: Okay, I was so obviously in a sarcastic mood when I wrote this. REALLY SARCASTIC. So how'd you like it? Don't worry. I know it doesn't seem like much, but this is just the beginning. Literally. The beginning. Far from the end.