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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number four, Privet Drive were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Mr. Dursley was slightly short and (recently) balding man that owned his own drill company and had apparently no neck. Mrs. Dursley was, in contrast, long and thin with quite a lot of neck, which was useful as she spent quite a lot of time peering over the neighbors fences. Their son, Dudley, was a large boy, roughly the size of a small whale in fact, and spent quite a lot of time boxing, inside or outside the ring. Their lawn was perfectly mowed, garden pretty with a nice array of flowers though nothing special, and a normal looking car was planted in the drive way next to an adult bike that the entire population of Privet drive could only remember being ridden once for all that it's owner had begged and pleaded for it for months. Yes, all an all the Dursley's were as normal one could get.

But the Dursley's also had a secret.

Crash! Crack! Slam!

"BOY!"

A secret that, apparently, no longer felt the need to keep quiet.

The secret of the Dursley family quite calmly got out of bed and walked down stairs.

"Boy! What was that noise?!"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, my clock fell of the wall." This was, of course, a complete and utter lie and as Harry reflected on what had really happened, it suddenly hit him that he had just done what the Dursley's had always been afraid of, and he had to carefully tuck a smile behind a mask behind a mask of complete and utter calm.

"Your clock fell off of- dear god boy you just got back from school three weeks ago, and already your freakishness is infecting this house! Get out! Now!"

Harry frowned and felt like telling his Uncle he couldn't just kick him out, it was only five thirty- then though better of it. Instead he merely nodded, and walked out, leaving a still fuming Uncle Vernon.

Harry's first task once he got out there was to locate whoever was supposed to be watching him. Closing his eyes, Harry fell into a sort of trance that he had found in one of his books on his trips to Hogsmeade.

Carefully relaxing to the state necessary for this type of magic he noted vaguely that what was supposed to be difficult for most people was unnaturally easy for him and got easier each time he did it. Shrugging that off he allowed his senses widen, telling him who was wear.

Hmm, Tonks is across the street, Mundungas is by the tree, Snape, Snape?! Snape is by Number three, Bill is with him, and Charlie is right behind me, next to the door. Holy mother of all that's good, that's five people, what am I on suicide watch?!

Opening his eyes and narrowing them in fury Harry forced his face to relax back into a smooth, calm look that would keep him from telling them what he was up to. At the same time he reaching inside him himself and locked his anger with the rest behind the mental door that he had created through the Occlumency book he had borrowed from Neville, when he had sent out a letter to them all asking them to send him anything they had on the subject. Neville had given it to him with one request- when they saw each other in person Harry had to teach him Occlumency, which was fine with him as he had been planning to teach the whole Order anyway.

Turning he walked around the house until he got to the back, and easily climbed up the trellis and into his room. The first thing Harry did was pick up the books and pieces of parchment as well as several of the fountain pens that he had originally bought to annoy Snape and then discovered worked really and now used them all the time. The last thing he picked up was his latest letter from Fred and George (Or Gred and Forge depending who you're talking to) and read over the last few sentences again.

You know, 'rys, we've been thinking, I know that before the MI we called our little group the DA, and after that we've just called it Order, but we think we need a real name, and not one that automatically associates with the M or with the OP. Think on it Mate.

Your partners in Chaos,

Gr and Fo

Harry frowned slightly at the mention of the MI- Ministry Incident- but forced himself to move on from his brief thoughts about Sirius. When he first got back to the Dursley's he had moped around apathetically for around three days when he had a dream about Sirius. But this one was different from the others- this wasn't a dream about his death, but a dream of Sirius being furious with him for the way he was acting, and was so vivid that Harry found himself actually listening to what dream Sirius said and forcing himself to move on. His first act had been to send letters to almost all of what had once been called the DA, though these days, as Gred and Forge had said, they just called it the Order. He looked at it again and decided they were right, they did need a new name.

Well, we'll decide that today.

Smiling at the thought of seeing his friends for the first time in what felt like forever, he walked over to his bed and pulled out what could very well be called his most prized possession. A combined gift of over half the Order, the trunk looked normal enough, if you discounted the twelve bronze imprinted on the front instead of locks, and was made of a deep mahogany wood and was currently two and a half feet wide and almost four feet long. With a slight smile he brushed his hand over it before pressing his thumb to the first bronze circle. He felt the now familiar feeling of having his magic scanned, and then opened the trunk on the first room.

Turning around Harry carefully made his way down the ladder and into the nicely sized library, still holding onto the books he had picked up along the way. Walking over to the desk, which was made out of the same material as the trunk, he pulled open a drawer and stuck Fred and George's letter in with the others. Next he made a neat pile of his notes on one side, and another neat stack with his books next to it.

Turning, he climbed out of the room, and shut the lid, and placed his hands on the larger bronze circles on either end of it, and full out grinned as it began to shrink under his fingers.

"I'll never get over that." He murmured as it continued to shrink until it was the size of a match box, and could fit into his pocket, which is where it was promptly. He turned and scanned what was left in the room.

His schoolbooks were scattered on his bed along with several pieces of parchment and quills, his clothes were stacked neatly in the corner, and other odds and ends were scattered throughout the room. Hedwig cage was empty as she was off delivering the third or fourth (he had forgotten which) pitiful letter to Ron.

Harry grimaced at the thought of Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione had mailed him almost immediately after he got back to tell him that they were going to be very busy this summer and not to worry if it was a while before they replied to his letters. It was Ginny who had told him the truth, though- Ron and Hermione had joined the OP or the Order of the Phoenix. Heh. It was funny to think that he was always in the middle of writing at least one letter to a member of the Order, and usually had two or three he still needed to read. The Order didn't know everything that had happened in the last year, because there are something's you couldn't put in a letter no matter how well you coded. The truth about Sirius had come out through meetings between two or more of the members, and the whole Order knew at this point.

Harry smirked. Now, however, the first REAL order meeting was going to take place, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Rain: Well, I hope you liked the first chapter. I know it's very different from the original version, but I felt like I needed to do this.