Not everyone will write on a single day, just like a real

diary. And I'm letting go of the Sirius-mourning as of now,

this fic will be sort of a comdy/romance/drama...like life.

Pairing are definitly R/Hr H/G and perhaps a bit of AD/MM.

I planned for this to be only two chapters, and I dont think this ending

leaves room for a sequel. Have fun anyways!

August 5, 1996

Everyone is here now...but that really dosen't matter.

Hermione won't speak to me because I mentioned Sirius at lunch.

I feel like shit, to put it bluntly. No one talks, no one smiles,

it's like Harry's the sun that has gone out and the rest of the

planets are lost..

-Ron

Must not hit Ron. Will control self....Gods above, I'm not

mad at him, really.......just frustrated. Me, miss know-it-all

is frustrated. By a lot of things: this war, the unfair odds,

Harry's turmoil, Sirius's death, not being able to hit anything,

Harry's turmoil, the fear, and did I mention Harry's turmoil?

I hope Riddle burns..........

-Hermione

Ok. Confession. I'm so bored here I'm giving a confession. All

day it's 'stay in your rooms'. So here it is: I like Harry. Yes,

I'm back to the self-pitying life of chasing Harry..whoop-de-doo.

Why me?

-Ginny

Whats up with Ginny? She keeps banging her head on the window..

-Harry

August 10, 1996

More news...terrible in one sense, but I'm cold about it: old

Voldemort killed Fudge. Shit, I hate feeling nothing, even when

a bumbling ass dies...

-Harry

Well, Fudge is dead and Harry is once again sitting next to me

with his little stormcloud above his head. Greeeaaat..at least

he's sitting with me..I guess

-Ginny

August 15, 1996

Ok, all other thoughts of any tragic things are out of the HQ

as of now..I can't believe what I just saw: Dumbledore walks

into the diningroom with Professor Mcgonagall, who's in muggle

clothes. He was letting her hand go....sqicky...

-Ron (who is going to faint now Xx)

Ron is over-reacting. He just told me what he saw.

And even if it mean't something, whats so disgusting about

the idea? I think its rather cute....if it exhisted. But both

of our professors are way too professional for that...right?

-Hermione

Ron told me and Ginny. I decided not to tell them about all

the times I've noticed...Ron looks to close to being ill and

I don't want the bloody mess all over our beds....

-Harry

August 20, 1996

...........I'm bored....so very very bored.....

-Ginny ( seconded by Ron, third by

Hermione, and fourth by

Harry)

August 21, 1996

I find it funny how life seems to go on even with world

domination by a dark wizard hanging over our heads. Today we

tried baking and unfortunatly for Dung and Professor Dumbledore,

the batter exploded right as they walked in to begin an Order

meeting (We're still not allowed, but I think Harry will be let

in next time, seeing as he's the core of the whole damn thing.

That is, if Harry will let the headmaster talk to him..still think

he's mad at him.) I don't know which was funnier, Dumbledore the

Cookie Dough blob or the slight twitch in Professor Snape's lips

that persisted for a good ten seconds.

-Hermione

I promise (under threats from the girls) that I will NEVER attempt

to bake again in my lifetime.

- Ron & Harry

August 24, 1996

Today was again tramatic. the Ministry is in disarray and they're

begging Dumbledore to take the position of Minister. Not to mention

that Percy has tried to succeed the position, claiming to us that he

wants to redeem his past blunders. Mr. Weasley said thats the reason he

won't allow Percy to do so, but at least the two are talking friendly

now....somewhat. I wonder if Dumbledore will take it this time, he'd

have more than enough resources under his control then and perhaps we

can orgonize the Order with the Ministry Aurors.

-Hermione

Harry kissed me. Oh hell! He KISSED Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Ginny

I...woah...who would have thought Ginny could kiss like that?

I sorta hugged her because all of whats going on has seemed to take

it toll on her, and we sorta kissed. Man, I'm so glad no one saw that.

(I can hear Remus and Sirius now....) Guess I could live with being

the savior of the whole damn planet....you know? Thats a scary position..

but not as scary as Ron when he finds out ( Despite who he wants Ginny

to go out with, he'd go overboared anyway).

-Harry

August 26, 1996

Interesting ideas these young ones have. A diary for all of us, simply

amusing. Miss Weasley has told me to be perfectly honest, so I will. The

Ministry has once again asked for my becoming Minister, Harry still won't

speak to me (understandable as it is), I'm still finding cookie dough in

my hair, and Minerva told me to sleep on the couch....Well, C'est La Vi.

-Albus

I told Dumbledore to write here too when he asked me what I was doing.

Harry didn't mind, which is a good sign he's not about to blast our Headmaster

into next week, I guess. Wow.here comes Mcgonagall....I didn't do it..

-Ginny

Ding the the fat arse is dead, do do dooo.Fudge isnant tastay, neither is

the gtyu i'dnbaet

-Ron (Hermione: he's on too much butterbeer!)

Albus is sleeping on the couch the rest of the week. Harry I've assigned to

the OTHER couch in the Grimmauld Place living room until both stop blaming

themselves (and the other person in Harry's case). They're driving Molly up

the wall...and Ms Weasley seemed to be nervouse about something.

-Minerva M.

August 27, 1996

THEY.ARE.GROUNDED. MY.BED.ROOM.IS.GREEN.AND.ORANGE.ALBUS TOO.HE.TOLD.THEM.HOW!

On the bright side, Harry and Albus are speaking now....more like plotting..but it

IS an improvement...

-Minerva M.

That was fun, I'm grounded ( so is Dumbledore! Ha!) but that was fun. The only

reason we did that is because Dumbledore and I talked a bit after we were both

doomed to couch-sleeping ( what did I do?). And you know, things are a hell of a

lot easier the more friends you have around you. And he's like Fred and George

COMBINED! So when the twins get here...things will be a lot more fun at this old

place!

-Harry

Dude, who needs the Twins when you got Harry and the Headmaster in the same house?

-Ron and Ginny

Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha. Gred and Forge here! Harry and our estemed

Headmaster ( you can't spell Gred!) ahem....are so much fun! Can't wait to see how our

legacy continues, right Forge? Oh yes yess! But can one prank one's own school, Gred?

One may not, but that dosent mean old Dumbledore won't let our trainee's get away with

it! Wahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah

-Fred ( Gred) and George (Forge) Weasley ( Weasley's

Wizard Wheezes)

sigh What moron let the twins in on this?

-Hermione

I'm starting the think letting the twins write was abad idea...

-Ron

September 1, 1996

This is our last day at HQ...school starts today. So much has happened in

days that my head is spinning. We thought Harry was losing it again until Ron found

this itsy bitsy garden snake under his bed. so the voices were nothing serious, just

a hungry snake....But I've come to a conclusion: no matter what happens this year, we

will all be behind Harry and Dumbledore. Voldemort WILL fall, and it will be over...

I know we can make it. I just know it.

-Hermione Ann Granger

Today is the day we return. And I will see the gates of Hogwarts ready. I may not like

the path I've been placed in, but I will NOT shrink from it. Sirius died to save the DA, he

is waiting, along with my mum and dad, and the souls of the Longbottoms, the other order

memebers ( all of us are now....talked Dumbledore into a corner snicker) are waiting. And

I won't face them in shame! I promise I will destroy Voldemort!

-Harry James Potter

Its coming, another year. And, Harry, if we ever read this, I promise I'll do anything

to make sure we're all together! I promise!

-Ronald Alexander Weasley

I'll be there for Harry, and all the others. We're together, and thats what Voldemort will

find when he comes for Harry: Hogwarts on the defence! We've all changed in the days we've

been back, and its for the better this time. I love Harry, my family, everyone, and I won't let

them go!

-Virginia Laurana Weasley

Harry placed this book in my hands before he left for the train, saying he could think of no

where safer for it than my office. I sit her now with my wife beside me in our bedroom. She

sleeps soundly, unaware of my quill's writings. I can only hope for the strength of my students

and the DAwill be enough, nay, I KNOW they will be enough. For they posses an infinite

power: their love forone another. And as I told Harry five years ago, Tom can never understand

love. Goodluck my children!

Always keep your love's flame burning! And so, adeu.

P.S Harry, you will be told....I promise.

- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Harry Potter shut the diary with a soft sound as he sat back into the pillows.

With his free hand, he stroked Ginny, his wife's, red hair fondly, thinking of

their five children and jobs there at Hogwarts. He gently stood from the bed,

groaning when his back once again reminded him that he was over 50. How Dumbledore

could move so fast at 150 was beyond his comprehension. A smile played on his lips

as he remembered that post script of the Phoenix diaries, as they came to be known

after publishing ten years after Voldemort's fall. He HAD told Harry something that

day they departed for school. He had told him exactly what he saw in the mirror of

Erised: himself, his wife (Mcgonagall!!!), he, Harry, and his parents. Harry could

remember being very confused, until the words ' my family' sunk in. His father was

not named James origionally, he was born Aden Brian Adams Dumbledore. Harry paused

at the family portrait in the hall. It had had to of been made partly with pictures

for his mum and dad, since they had been dead a good 16 years before it had been made,

but the others were present. Dumbledore and Harry's grandmother waved down at him

while his mum shot worried glanced at the hand he had on his aching back. James (for

Harry couldn't think of him as Aden) was rolling his eyes at his wife. And there

was a seventeen year old Harry, grinning from ear to ear, an arm around Ginny.

Behind Harry, one hand on his sholder, was Sirius and the Weasley family. Hermione

and Ron were there too. Sighing, Harry moved towards the kitchen for the aspirin.

It had started about 20 years ago, and was so fresh in his mind he could hear

Dumbledore teasing him about being old.

" Aah, is the young hero surpassed by the old dingbat?" He would say, earning

himself a glare to end all glares. But the treatment didnt work. Dumbledore

would simply unstick two lemon drops, letting the glare go unnoticed. As he finished

off the aspirin, Harry let his eyes drift towards the Dumbledore family cemetary.

Slipping into slippers and an outerobe, the wizard opened the french double doors in the

dining room and made his way to the graveyard on his family's estate. Slowly, as to not

aggrivate his aching back, Harry kneeled i front of the grave intended for his grandparents.

Only Albus Dumbledore's name was there so far, for Minerva was still quite alive and healthy.

She was currently asleep in her and her husband's room. The one Harry and Ginny occupied

was actually the first library, which suited them just fine.

" Grandfather..." He said, the long winded speech dying on his tongue. He shook his head,

stood up, and said five words.

" I will never fail you" His hand rested on the large gravestone a second, then receeded back

into his robe sleeve. Then Harry James Dumbledore turned around, and marched back into the

warm house.

fin