Harry Potter and the Heir of Gryffindor Chapter 2: Back To Number Twelve Grimauld Place, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 2

Back to Number Twelve Grimauld Place

With the strange discovery that Petunia had absconded to the Dark Side without a single soul having the least bit of knowledge, Vernon Dursley did not know what to do. What would he tell Dudley? Would he stay at home? Is home even safe? And, even worse, what would he tell the neighbors? The perfection that usually reigned over the household of number four Privet Drive had suddenly disappeared with the immediate absence of the one woman who held it all together.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry looked at his uncle who would not even acknowledge the presence of any other being.

"Come, Harry. Into the kitchen. Close the door, would you?" At these words of Minerva's, Harry Potter entered the one place he'd hoped that he'd never have to set foot in again. A few moments of awkaward silence fell over the kitchen with only Harry and Sirius occupying the space allotted for a much larger number of much larger people than they. After several more minutes, Vernon Dursley entered the room with a face so white even Sir Nicholas would consider him a ghost. At this moment the front door opened, and Dudley Dursley entered the hall.

"Evening, dad. Evening, mum," he called, heading up the stairs.

"Get in here, boy!" Vernon shouted after Dudley. Dudley came in with a look on his face that was as if he was an Olympian caught using steroids. He quickly glanced around.

"Where's mum?" He asked with a worried tone in his voice.

"Gone," Vernon replied, still staring straight down.

"What d'you mean? Gone? Is she finally out getting me my new Xbox?"

"No, you little twit. She's gone."

"What do you mean?" Dudley screamed, noticing Harry for the first time. Then he caught his eye on Minerva and saw her wand poking out of the robes she was wearing. "Who the bloody hell are you?"

"I am deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you, Mr. Dursley, had better watch your tongue. Your mother, since you asked so politely, has gone to join forces with the Dark Lord Voldemort. She will most likely be killed, either by us or him. She has been giving away vital secrets that have led to the death of Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge." These words spewed out of her, giving both Dursleys present the amount of care and respect that they showed Harry.

At that point, a man that looked just like Vernon appeared out of nowhere. "Everything all right, Minerva?' He asked. "We noticed that someone disapparated."

"Yea, everything is fine. Petunia got away though, Doctor Markjin."

"Doctor? EVERYTHING IS FINE? Who are you? Why am I looking at myself? What's going on here?" Vernon started to ask questions before being cut off.

"Yes, I am a doctor. I am one of the highest trained wizards of the age. I myself got particularly high marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The only other person to ever match my score was James Potter himself. That is, until last years groups of O.W.L's" He looked at Harry then glanced down. Nothing of what Markjin had just said registered with Vernon, who was obviously still trying to figure out why this man looked like him.

"So, why do you look like me?" Vernon finally spat out.

"I, my friends, am an anthromagus."

"A what's-it?" Vernon was flabbergasted.

"An anthromagus." With this, Markjin changed into a tall, slender individual with two eyes of different color (one red and one hazel) and old clothes that barely fit him. "Sorry about my wardrobe. Unfortunately, only my body changes. I can change into any human being that I feel fit. This is a particularly useful trait to have. Unfortunately, my modifications are very closely monitored. It's a good thing I have Dumbledore checking to make sure I look like I'm being a good boy."

"Well, if you are such an useful person, why don't you just poof yourself into this Lord Voldey guy and-"

"Because I have never met him. The only downside of this ability is that I must have personally met that person, or else I will always retain one of the features. That is why my eyes are different colors; I tried becoming Merlin. Nine out of ten times, I wouldn't even reach the state I was attempting."

"Mum's gone?" Dudley was sitting down now, looking at the table muttering to himself the same question over and over.

"Go to bed, Dudley. I'll talk to you in the morning," Vernon said to his son.

"That's not a good idea," Harry said, speaking the first words since he witnessed his Aunt's peculiar disapparation. "We need to take you with us."

"I won't have it!" Vernon shouted. "I will not allow you to take me or my son into this crazy world you live in!"

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Dr. Markjin said rising up with his wand in his hand. Another swish later and Vernon and Dudley were passed out on the floor. "Help me with these two, will you, Harry?"

"Are we flying back?"

"No, too risky. Remember your apparating lessons?"

"A little."

"Well, we have a little hope then. Repeat after me. Suiverant Semper."

"Suiverant Semper."

"Good, now cast that spell on your cousin, and I'll do the same to 'the old crackpot' here." They both performed the charm and Harry felt as if someone had tied a rope between him and Dudley that he could not break. "Now, let's go back to Number Twelve, shall we?" With this, Harry, Dr. Markjin, and the only two muggles that would ever see the inside of the Order of Phoenix headquarters diasappeared.

"Wake up, Harry! Wake up!" Hermione was screaming at Harry. "Time for breakfast."

"Huh? What happened? Where's Uncle Vernon?"

"In bed. You messed up the apparition. You came in upside-down. Took a nasty blow to the head. We had to break the following charm you put on him. Anyhow, come on, today's the day."

"Oh, yeah." Harry jumped out of bed and didn't even bother with changing out of his nightgown. He rushed down the stairs with Hermione to the kitchen. "It's so much nicer here without the portraits hanging. How did they ever manage to get them down?"

"Fred and George did it. They've developed a cure or the Sticking Charm. But it leaves a nasty smell. We couldn't enter this hall for weeks. You missed a lot being out."

"Field work, Hermione. It was all worth it."

"I know, Harry. I missed you." For a second, she and Harry caught eyes with each other.

"Harry, how lovely to see you. Awake." Dr. Markjin greeted them as they entered the kitchen. "You know, that apparition mistake didn't look good, but you were tired. It was understandable. Don't worry; your Uncle and cousin are in a room safe and sound. They have been filled in o what they need to know and nothing more."

"Good. I'm sure what you told them was more than enough for those two." Dr. Markjin smiled.

"Breakfast, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said. She did not have her usual chipper since her son had departed. "Sit down." Harry and Hermione sat and started in on the rhubarb pancakes set in front of them.

At the end of breakfast, the two of them returned to Harry's room. Harry began picking out an outfit for the day. When he found one, Hermione started out.

"You don't have to leave, you know. I'm comfortable. I know we're just friends." Hermione gave him a look that said Harry had just said something wrong and turned around.

"I'll stay, but I'll keep my back turned. Tell me when you're done." Harry pulled off his evening wear and slid his trousers and shirt on. Then he pulled out a nice silk dress robe to hang for the evening's ceremony. "Finished," he said, and Hermione turned around.

The rest of the day went by slowly and uneventful. Fred and George gave Harry the latest order list for their joke shop. "And remember, Harry, you always get 50 percent off!" Then Ginny came by to talk, but ran out of the room when she saw a picture of Ron next to Harry's bed. Finally, the evening was coming to a close and Harry heard people arriving every five minutes. He waited in his room with Hermione until he was called.

"Nervous?" She asked him.

"No," he lied. Finally after another thirty minutes that felt like five hours, Harry heard a knock at his door. Dumbledore entered his room.

"Harry, it is time. Miss Granger, I am afraid that you will have to sit this one out. I believe Ginny Weasley is waiting for you in her chamber. Come Harry." Harry followed Dumbledore down the stairs as Hermione whispered "Good luck" at him. They entered a room so vast that Harry could only compare its proportions to those of the great hall at Hogwarts. There were dozens of dozens of wizards sitting around and one small podium set in the center. Dumbledore took his seat at the front of the closest table to the podium. Next to him was Professor Snape.

"I, Severus Snape, secretary of the Order of the Phoenix now call this meeting to order. Presiding chair, Mister Albus Dmbledore."

"Thank you, Severus. The chair recognizes Mister Harry Potter. Mister Potter, would you please step onto the podium." Harry did. "Mister Potter, your case has been viewed by the members of the Order many times. After you last encounter with Lord Voldemort in June of this same year, we had decided to train you in preparation for anymore encounters. You training has been a great success. Therefore, given your past encounters with the Dark Forces and your great knowledge of magic, the members seated in front of you of the Order of the Phoenix have hearby decided by a unanimous decision to induct you into the Order of the Phoenix as a Class 2 member. Do you accept this honor and responsibility?"

"Yes, Mister Chairman."

"Then repeat after me: I, Harry Potter..."

"I, Harry Potter..."

"...do solemnly swear to uphold all proper uses..."

"...of magic and its powers..."

"...to fight with all my power..."

"...for the ones I love..."

"...for the ones I love...."

"...and the ones I don't..."

"...and to protect every other member of the Order..."

"...even at the cost of my own life."

"Mister Harry Potter, welcome to the Order of the Phoenix."