The Christmas holidays had started the day before; snow was falling making the castle look like it belonged in a muggle fairy tale. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were the only students staying over the holidays. Malfoy was leaving the next day, so the trio decided not to leave the dormitories till he was gone; there was no need to get their holiday off to a bad start.
The others had gone home to be with their families with Voldemort out in the open again; finally accepting the truth after hiding in the dark for a year. Rumor had it that Fudge was receiving hundreds of Howlers a day.
"I hope they singe his hair off," Ron muttered darkly.
Hermione had persuaded Harry and Ron to get their homework out of the way. So they would not be up till one am the night before term started. Surprisingly they had gotten it all done but a Potions essay. Harry and Ron were putting it off till tomorrow, their hands' were sore from writing so much.
Ron and Harry were getting into a game of chess when the portrait hole opened. No one noticed. Hermione was absorbed in her book, Harry was too worried about his knight that was getting beaten up by Ron's queen, and Ron was edging it on.
"Harry,"
Harry and Ron looked up. Dumbledore was standing beside their chessboard, smiling.
"Sorry sir, I did not notice you." Harry said, wondering why in the name of Merlin the Headmaster was doing in the Gryffindor common room. He racked his brain; trying to think of anything he did that would result in him being in the dormitories.
"No Harry, you have done nothing wrong, as far as I know that is." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes. "Come with me."
Harry looked at the others, then followed Dumbledore out of the room. He did not say anything as they were walking towards the Headmaster's office. Harry was still not on good terms with the professor after last year. The trust was not back, Harry often wondered if it would ever return.
'Maybe there's more bad news for me,'
Harry thought as they walked, 'wonderful,
just peachy.'
They reached the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. "Chocolate
Frogs" The statue leapt aside to revile a spiral staircase. Once they were
in his office, Harry sat down across from the Professor.
Looking around Harry noticed that the silver objects that had met the wall last summer were not replaced. He did not feel guilty or upset.
"So Harry, your wondering why you're here?"
Harry nodded. Butterflies had taken flight and were wildly flying around in his stomach and he did not know why.
"As you know, The Order of the Phoenix has few members. Even though we are more prepared than last time," Dumbledore started out slowly.
"We need more people to help fight this war. Remus came to teach and to help me keep a watch over the school. But Voldemort is gaining more power. I hope I am wrong in saying that before this school year's out, He will have attacked Hogwarts."
Harry looked at his headmaster in shock; he thought that no one could harm them at Hogwarts. But, he figured Voldemort had ways of twisting people's minds and could get into all most anywhere he set his mind too.
"Only today did something happen that could help this school greatly. You know Harry, your mother and father, Sirius too,"
Harry tensed up at Sirius's name. The pain of what happened in June was still raw and fresh in his mind.
"Were some of the best members the Order have ever had."
Harry's butterflies were racing around in his stomach. He had a very faint idea of were this could lead to. But he quickly dismissed it. It was impossible, wasn't it?
"Harry, do you know what Daede htk cabg nir bot means?" Dumbledore said softly.
Harry opened his emerald eyes wide, staring at the Professor. No, it could not be, or could it?
"The night your mother and father died, I began to work on something that would take fifteen long years to complete."
The Headmaster got up and led Harry to a door concealed in a wall. Dumbledore pulled an old, dusty looking book. Harry caught the title before a door appeared and the books disappeared;
Ancient Potions by Goric Gryffindor
There was a push on Harry's back and he stumbled into the room. Harry looked around. He could make out three figures over in a corner of the big, dimly lit room.
He squinted into the corner. The figures must not have heard him come in, they had continued to talk in low voices.
Harry looked at the one closest to him self. It had shoulder length, black hair. His heart was pounding in his chest and almost stopped when he heard a bark-like laugh.
"Sir-Sirius?"
As you know, The Order of the Phoenix has few members- AN: I am comparing this to who we know is in the order to the picture Moody shows in 5th year.
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