Times of the Past Alyssa's Story Chapter 7: the Order of the Phoenix, a harry potter fanfic

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By the way, just for the record.. Alyssa is commonly called Lyssa, Lyss, or Lyssi, so don't get confused!

ALSO

"King" is Alice Longbottom's maiden name.. i dunno if it is in the books or not but it is in my fanfic, so what now:p

Exams.

I personally feel that exams are a quack, but whatever.

List of why I hate exams:

10.) You have to study.

9.) You always seem to get a headache on these days.

8.) It makes people like me totally forget everything learned over the year the day before it happens

7.) The last thing you do before you go home is.. an EXAM! who wants do to that?

6.) It's always a pretty day outside on exam day.

5.) Everybody freaks out about it. Who needs that kind of excitement right before you go home?

4.) I've got better things to do.

3.) Voldemort's out there doin his thing, and we're stuck in here describing how to transform a quill into a monkey. Who cares?

2.) This year is the freakin OWL's.

and 1.) ITS AN EXAM.

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We were standing in Hogsmeade, getting ready to leave. Alice, her face blank, stood beside Lily. Lily's arm was intwined with James's, and Remus actually had his arm around me.

Daring ones, arent we?

Alice hadn't said three paragraphs since March, when her parents were killed. Now, she was going home to her aunt. I kinda felt sorry for her.

"All aboard!" Hagrid rushed us onto the train. "La'ers!" he called. We all waved at him, then sat down.

Sirius was joyful just to know that he didn't have to go back to his mother's. James was equally as happy. Lily, though, had her mind on other things.

"Al, you sure you'll be okay?" She had asked Alice the same question for the past few weeks. I'm surprised Alice didn't punch her in the jaw. I would've.

"I'll be fine, Lily, really," she said.

"I don't want to go home," complained Lily, after making sure Alice was okay. "Petty and her new boyfriend, Vermont or something, are getting married this summer."

"What's so bad about that?" Remus frowned at her.

Kylie caught my eye and giggled. We both knew that Lily was being forced by her mother to be the Maid of Honor. Once Lily explained her problem, however, all the guys still looked clueless.

Guys.

We talked the whole way back about random things. I wasn't sure why, but it seemed like everyone was more serious than usual, though none of us tried to show it. Several times I caught Remus looking at me with a serious looking expression, he quickly looked away everytime I saw him. When Remus wasn't looking at me like that, Sirius was. I seriously began to wonder whether I had something stuck in my teeth or something. But I didn't ask, because I noticed James was doing the same with Lily. I glared at Sirius, and he turned his gaze to Kylie.

Kylie hadn't wanted to go home. "I'm a half-blood," she said. "Mum's a muggle, Dad's a wizard. I'm the type Voldemort is looking for."

We had all re-assured her that she'd be fine, but I could tell she was still worried. I didn't think anything else of it, though, because the train station was quickly coming into view.

When the train finally stopped, we grabbed our things and, after a huge group hug (or an attempt at one), we spread out.

"Hey, Mom!" I called, waving. Not far away from her was Kylie's mother and father. Kylie and I hugged each other one more time, before leaving.

"Bye, Lyss," she whispered.

I never saw Kylie Brooks again.

----------------------------Sixth Year--------------------------

I knew that a lot of wizarding people had been lost over the summer, but even I was shocked at how many people were gone. When I arrived at Platform 9 3/4, I thought maybe I had missed the train or something. The amount of people gone was.. sickening.

"Lyssa!" I turned and saw Lily running towards me. She threw her arms around me, knocking the breath out of me, but I didn't care. "Oh Lyssa," she said softly, "it's awful.. Muggle-borns and half-bloods both are being treated awful.." She trailed off, staring at something behind me. I turned around, stared a second, and shrieked.

Yes.

I shrieked.

"REMUS!" Lily and I reached him at the same time, knocking the breath out of HIM this time. He attempted to hug us back, but we left him too quick. "JAMES!"

We did this with all the guys, and again when Alice King showed up, looking tired but smiling.

Lily had warned me about the prejudism we would be facing, but I never imagined it would be as bad as it was. People who once considered us friends now wouldn't talk to us. "Asswipes," I muttered, loud enough for Amos Diggory, a 7th year who USED to consider me a friend, to hear. His ears flushed and he quickly went off to meet his (pureblood) friends.

After a lot of searching, we finally found an empty compartment. We didn't say a word about the empty seat beside Sirius, didn't talk about it. All of us knew what had happened to Kylie; it had been all over the papers.
"WIZARDING HUSBAND AND FATHER FIGHTS TO THE END TO PROTECT FAMILY, DAUGHTER TAKES HIS SPOT, MUGGLE WIFE MURDERED AS WELL." They hadn't even made it home. Voldemort was that powerful. When I had read that, I hadn't cried. I didn't say a word. I just nodded at my mother and went in my room, where I stayed the majority of the summer.

We were silent the whole way to Hogwarts. Dumbledore's words came back to me. "Lord Voldemort, Alyssa, is steadily rising to power.. In the near future you will not only be faced with prejudism.."

I sighed faintly, but nobody heard, and wondered vaguelly if this was how the Jews had felt.

The first thing we noticed at the Great Hall was that, when we sat down, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had lost the most. There were numerous gaps of spaces between people at the two tables, and the end space was left open. Hufflepuff had a few losses, only a few gaps. But Slytherin had lost none.

"Gits," muttered Sirius. I felt the same way, but, to my surprise, I remained silent.

Not quite a month after the term had began, I was sitting in Defense Against Dark Arts when message came that Dumbledore would like to speak with me. I excused myself and walked to his office.

"Come in," he said from within. I opened the door and did as ordered.

"Welcome, Ms. Kaufman." Dumbledore smiled at me pleasantly but wearily from his desk. "Would you like to take a seat?"

Did I have a choice?

I sat down in the chair directly in front of him. He smiled once again. "Pleasure to see you alive and healthy," he said.

I nodded.

"Although," he murmered, almost to himself, "perhaps not as healthy as I would like."

I shrugged.

I guess it seemed weird to people that I went from saying EVERYTHING on my mind to not saying anything at all. I dunno. I did see, though, that I was constantly getting concerned looks from not only teachers, but the Marauders. Now that was saying something.

"Alyssa," said Dumbledore, "Do you remember the conversation we had last year, shortly after Christmas?"

I nodded.

"Do you understand what I was trying to tell you?"

I debated whether to be honest or not. Honesty won.

I shook my head.

"I understand your friend Kylie Brooks was lost over the summer?"

Nod.

"I told her the same thing I told you, though slightly different. Do you remember what I told you?"

Nod.

"I told you ' The Order is going to do everything they can to keep you and your friends safe, but you must realize that you will be forced, in the end, to fight.' I also told you never to waver what you believe in for anybody. Do you remember that?"

Nod.

"Seamus and Kylie Brooks put up a fight before they were murdered, did they not?"

Nod.

Dumbledore sighed. "Ms. Kaufman, I called you up here for a reason. Earlier today, we recieved word that Mr. and Mrs. Potter were both murdered."

I froze and felt the blood rush to my head.

"I'm sure you remember my telling you that the Potter family was in danger.. According to a trusted source, Arleine and Harry Potter were sitting in the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade when Death Eaters charged into the place and specifically killed them. Yes, Ms. Kaufman. Hogsmeade."

"Where is James." It was a statement, not a question.

Dumbledore examined me closely, his eyes wrinkled, as if determining whether or not he could trust me.

"He is, as of the moment, at the Order's headquarters," he said finally.

"Do the others know?"

This time, it was Dumbledore's turn to nod.

"Mr. Potter requested that Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Pettigrew, Ms. Evans, and you should be told." Dumbledore said this in that final, dismissive tone, so I stood up.

"Alyssa," he called as I began to walk out. I stopped and turned back to face him.

He had the same weary, sad face as he had almost a year ago.

"I want you to realize," he said, "the legal age for the wizarding world is 16. I believe you recently turned of age last month?"

"Yessir."

"The Order allows people of age to join," he said. "I'm sure you realize that Mr. Potter will be interested?"

Nod. James would be the first in line to take his parents' place.

Dumbledore bowed his head, then dismissed me silently. I knew that, once again, I had dissapointed him.

"I'm joining." James's faced was lined with many expressions; hate, anger, pain.. the list goes on.

"Count me in," said Sirius.

"Ditto," Peter said quickly.

Remus looked me over carefully, then nodded. "Me too."

"We're with you," I said determinedly. All four looked at me strangely.

"We?" asked James mildly.

"Yes, we." Lily frowned in that don't-mess-with-me way. "Me, Lyssa, and Alice."

Alice nodded silently in agreement; the happy-go-lucky look in her eyes completely gone.

"Now, you can't d-"

"We can," I said firmly. "We're not about to let ya'll do this alone."

Sirius opened his mouth to argue.

"Let them," Remus said softly. He stared into my eyes a minute, then nodded. "They know as well as we do what they're getting into."

Personally, I had no clue what I was getting myself into, but it didn't matter.

"Well," said Frank Longbottom, Alice's boyfriend of two years, "you can obviously count me in as well."

And that's how the youngest generation of Gryffindor Order members formed.

The next day, not bothering to go to class, we all went to Dumbledore's office. We were in there for over an hour, discussing the consequences we would face if we went through with this, and the actions we would be forced to do. Dumbledore almost seemed as though trying to change our minds.

It didn't work.

When we left his office, we were official Order of the Phoenix members.