Big Ben After what seemed like hours, Harry approached London. Now ahead of him was Big Ben, he had only seen it in pictures before, but now it loomed right in front of him. For the first time Harry wondered if he was sane doing this. But it was too late to ask now he landed at the foot of the tower. Harry stepped down from the broom and looked around. A loud bang sounded as Harry's trunk fell to the ground. He bent down to retrieve. "Advra kadavra" a deep voice roared. Suddenly what seemed like 20 people emerged from the darkness and began casting spells right and left. Harry fumbled for his own wand and turned back to the line of fire, but someone grabbed him from behind. Harry had no means of fighting. The person who had grabbed him hoisted him over his shoulders. A couple other people had followed. After many more blinding flashes Harry found himself on himself Firebolt. "Takeoff" a raspy voice yelled. "Professor Lupin" Harry demanded. "It doesn't matter go" Harry followed orders and flew off after to others. A few last second attempts to halt his flight failed. The two wizards led him towards a great hill in the distance. They flew up high through the clouds. Harry, now soaked, shivered in the gelid air. They all landed on a lush green yard. "Here" another voice said. He forced a roll of parchment into Harry's hands.

The headquarters if the Order of The Phoenix can be found at 15 West Street.