FLASHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 15 years ago, OotP meeting
Dumbledore had stood at the head of the table in the circular room in Hogwarts. He had a sad look on his face. He addressed the small group of people gathered around the table. Their numbers had been sadly diminished. Lily and James Potter had been killed, and Sirius Black was missing, probably mourning somewhere privately. It was a sombre mood that day, all the adults were just staring sadly at a crystal held in the hands of a baby girl sitting on the table. The baby was crying, and gripping the crystal tightly, even though it was almost bigger than she was. It was glowing a luminous green, and so was the little girl. A man held his wife as her whole body shook in grief. Dumbledore shook his head.
"By now, all of you must know the news. Voldemort attacked Godric's Hollow three hours ago, and killed Lily and James Potter." He paused as there was an audible sob from the woman in the corner. Dumbledore's eyes glistened with unshed tears. It would not do to be weak in front of his charges. Still, his heart was breaking, like there was suddenly a huge hole inside him from their deaths. Instead, he bit his lip on the inside of his mouth and frowned mournfully.
"I'm so sorry, Dorothy, Thomas. But there was nothing we cold have done. It is a sad day indeed. The one good thing is Voldemort has finally had his downfall. Lily and James's deaths may have saved us all."
The woman burst into tears and sunk down to the floor. "But James was my baby, and now he's…he's…" she couldn't finish. Dumbledore closed his eyes to hide his pain. Voldemort was defeated, but at terrible price. Everyone was falling to pieces with grief. He drew a breath resolutely and began his speech.
"We are the Order of the Phoenix. We have achieved our aim, and brought down our foe. Lily and James were both powerful Aurors; they knew of the danger their jobs posed when they joined us. They both fought bravely, and died like heroes. It is hard, I know, but we must move on. It is the only way to live."
The man in the corner gripped his wife as she cried silently and buried her face in his chest. He had red eyes, and could cry no more.
"There, there, Dot. Our James died well, and saved us all. Don't worry, our son's happy now, with Lily." Dorothy Potter, or Dot nodded sadly, and drew a shaky breath.
"I know, Tom." She sniffed and raised her head bravely. "Our main concern at the moment is Harry. Where do we put him? He was the one who deflected the Avada Kedavra, and stopped Voldemort."
A very young Faith Wilshire was seated a few metres away at the great table, and narrowed her eyes in thought.
"Hmm. Even if Voldemort is gone, there are still some Death Eaters who'll stay loyal to him. If that's true, there's a huge chance they would come after Harry. That child is in terrible danger. He'd be a target to any dark witch or wizard in the world."
Minerva McGonagall was across from her, and gasped. "Albus and I sent him to live with Lily's muggle family, the Dursleys. They live somewhere in Surrey. I have to say, they aren't the type of people who scream 'magic'. If memory serves, Petunia Evans always hated Lily for being a witch. I think he should be safe there. What do you think, Remus?"
Lupin had always been the voice of sense and logic in the Order of the Phoenix at their meetings, and even now, when he was grieving the deaths of his best friends, he was no different. Remus felt a lump in his throat, but spoke his piece.
"You're right, Minerva. He should be kept safe there. Still, it wouldn't hurt to have a few Aurors close by, would it? We should dispatch some of us in his street just to keep a vigilant eye on him; take care of the spells Dumbledore cast. Who should it be?"
Everyone looked around. None of the Order of the Phoenix was really available for this mission. Dumbledore and McGonagall were both busy at Hogwarts; as was the Order's seer, Sybill Trelawney. James and Lily were dead, obviously. Lupin couldn't live in Privet Drive because of his lycanthropic condition: no one said it aloud, but they were all thinking how it wouldn't be good if a werewolf bit a muggle. Several others were active Aurors at the Ministry of Magic, and if they left their positions the Order would be discovered. Dorothy and Thomas Potter had been put through enough already, and had to look after the other baby. The only others were Sirius Black and his wife, Faith. He was absent from this meeting. Faith raised an eyebrow and stood up slowly.
"I think Sirius and I would be good. We are, after all, his godparents. I just need to tell Sirius, and we'll be right there."
Minerva nodded earnestly. "That's an excellent idea. But for safety's sake, you should do a basic glamour spell to hide your appearance. No one must find out who you are. You two, and little Lindsey you have there," she added, gesturing to the little bundle wrapped in Faith's arms. Dot stood, wanting to help any way she could. She pulled out her wand and whispered a spell over Faith's head, swishing her wand in an arc. Yellow sparks appeared, and where the woman had stood before, now stood a little old lady with a tiny black kitten clutched in her arms. Faith bit her lip.
"I'll call him Felix when he's a cat. Cute little thing, isn't he? I'll perform the spell on Sirius when he comes back. I don't know where he is right now…probably off somewhere mourning. I just need to talk to him."
Sybill Trelawny had been staring wide-eyed and unblinkingly at the other baby - the one in the middle of the table - until this moment. She gasped and then rasped out,
"Something terrible will happen. The Dark Lord's servant is angry, and quick to clear his name. I had a vision, looking at the child. A curse, an explosion…muggles. Today is Friday thirteenth, and there are thirteen deaths today. I saw Sirius," she added disbelievingly. Arabella sucked in air harshly. Why was her husband involved in this vision? Sybill nodded and continued weakly, suddenly drained.
"It will be in England…somewhere near Kent. You must go, now!"
Everyone at the table stood up quickly and began to pour out of the white, spherical room. As Dumbledore passed Sybill, she stuck her arm out sharply, and grabbed his elbow. She pulled at him, and he bent down to her level. His face was a picture of worry, the wrinkles of his face accentuated by the frown lines tugging at his forehead and mouth. She closed her eyes, and held up her palm to the baby on the table, like one does when feeling the heat from a fire. Sybill breathed in deeply, and whispered,
"Albus. This one, she has power. The crystal is bound to her. Magic radiates from Rose here, even as a baby. We should expect great things from her. She is already a member of the Order of the Phoenix: it's in her blood. She will be a great asset. But," she added dramatically, and her eyes snapped open. She stared at Rose.
Albus frowned. "But?" he prodded gently. He needed to hear this, but had to leave immediately. Now was not the best time for his seer to have a vision, as they were lengthy at best and provoked a lot of thought afterwards, leaving little time for other pastimes such as saving people.
She clapped a hand to her brow and went on, "She would also be an asset for evil. She must never be found, and she is a threat to other people. She has to remain a secret within the Order."
Dumbledore bit his lip in thought.
"All the same, Sybill, she must have an education. The safest place for her to be is here, at Hogwarts. I sense something odd about her, too," he added as an afterthought, cocking his grey head to one side thoughtfully. "She has been poisoned by evil, and could hurt others by accident. She can live here, and learn about magic under our supervision. We will give her private classes, when she is old enough, and she will join our ranks in the Order."
Sybill smiled. Dumbledore was always the man with the plan.
"So little, and already a fighter. Rose is a gift." With that, Sybill closed her eyes wearily and picked up her wand with a shaky hand.
"After this, I don't think we will be needed again for a long time. Harry has defeated Voldemort. Our Order will disperse, and shall remain a secret." She gave her wand a jerky flick to the right, and the crystal that Rose's tiny figure was clinging to had many smaller, pocket-sized shards broken off it. Dumbledore swept them up from the tabletop where they lay. Handing one to Sybill, he murmured,
"We shall use these for communication once all this is over." He stared at Rose one last time before leaving the room.
"And Rose shall be our Link."
A/N
Eeeeeeeeeeek who knew that Lindsey was Sirius's son??? WHO???