#Intro

Ok, after a long abscence, I'm writing a fanfiction again, because I got kinda bored. But just a bit, so, updates will not be as often as my return indicate they will be.

The quick intro is that after Dumbledore's spastastic death, hope seemed to crumble. You may not see it, but, logic holds it head high on this one. The founder of The Order of the Pheonix and Head Symbol of the defunct more or less Dumbledore's Army was a great inspiration to the good-side of the Magical world. But, a larger group remained faithful to his wishes and carried out his orders.

This story is a refrence to secret organizations for the paranoid out there. We love you, come take this needle! It's for happiness and joy, because we love you! It's nothing of what people think we're going to give you!

#Story

"Harry Potter, I need to speak with you." said a voice.

Harry inwardly groaned. More people, wanting to speak with him. After the Minister of Magic, Reporters, Hagrid (when he stopped crying his eyes out for 20 seconds, he asked Harry what was going on, and Harry told him a bit more than he needed to know, and his tears rolled down his cheeks so big and dense they left small ruts) and various students he didn't know.

Swinging around, Harry found that this was one of the latter. The student wore Ravenclaw robes and looked like he was supposed to be rubbing sleep out of his eyes or maybe stretching his arms. Of course, looks can be decieving, and magics makes this impossible for anyone to look anywhere without being decieved he remembered.

"Who might you be and what can I do for you?" Harry said, trying his best to act civil to this latest would-be-intruder of his thoughts.

"Get the hostility out of your voice and I'll tell you what I can do for you." Said the boy, his ears being more perceptve than his eyes. Or at least more than they seemed to be, Harry chided himself.

'Must stop assuming this kind of stuff. Dumbledore did it and look where it got him.'

Tears stung his eyes as he thought about an old friend. They made thier way down his face and onto the floor. The boy made no move to comfort him and Harry was fairly thankful after his 13th drop and his composure coming back.

"Ok, what is this about then?" Harry asked, no hostility, but genuine interest.

The boy perked up, smiled and offered his hand before answering. Harry took it and smiled back as they shook hands.

"I'm Trent Campbell. I was wondering if you remember DA, Dumbledores Army?"

"Well, of course I do, but, I didn't see you there."

"That's because when Dumbledore heard of it, he sent for me and some others, and I created the Albus Dumbledore Intelligence Organization, ADIO. We're asking you to join. Before you bite my head off, remember, I'm not asking you to go against Dumbledore's wishes like the Minister, I'm his man through and through. Because he's gone, we need a new hero, someone to, well, fight for. Your a famous guy Harry, make it work for your ideals."

"How do you know this?"

"I have my sources. Many, infact. You know Luna? She's on the right track alot of the time."

#End Notes

Well, there you have the story.

ADIO is verbally said ah-die-oh.

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