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"HE IS A BOY!" Mrs. Weasley was heard shouting.
"'e is far to young!" Fleur said, joining her soon to be mother- in-law.
Harry looked around the room, to Hermione and Ron. He expected to see them mad or angry at him, but what he didn't expect to see was pride shinning in their eyes.
"PLEASE!" Mr. Nix yelled over the voices, the room became quite once more.
"There is more, so if you will please settle down and let the reading of the will continue!" Mr. Nix said, and to Harry's surprise, sending him a wink.
"Now I know some of you may not be pleased with my choice. I know Harry is yet a young man, but he is by far, the best choice for the job! Before my demise, I discussed my decision with Minerva and Alastor, we are in agreement; Harry is the best for the job. I ask you all to support him in this endeavor."
The room was quiet, Harry felt his heart wrench when he looked over and saw Mrs. Weasley crying into her husbands arm, Fleur crying to Bill.
"Now, I have more for you, Harry." Dumbledore said.
"First, I'd like to apologize, Harry, for the years you have spent with the Dursleys. An old man's mistake. Now, Headquarters is returned to your possession once again, please talk to Alastor about preforming a few protection charms. Now, Charles, has for you three keys, two of which, I have been holding on to for you til you become of age. If you have received them from myself already, please bare with me, otherwise listen closely, and again, I apologize for putting such a task onto your young shoulders."
Mr. Nix walked over to Harry and placed in front of him three very old looking keys. One was black as night, another gold, and the last red.
"These keys, Harry, are to three different vaults at Gringotts. The black key, is the key to the Black family vault. Sirius asked me to hold onto it for you. I ask you to be very careful when entering this vault, old and black magic is at hand. The gold key, is the key to my very own vault. You shall find many useful items inside, I am sure. And the last, the red key, is the key to the Potter family vault, Harry. Inside, you will find answers to questions even I myself could never answer. Use these resources wisely, Harry."
Dumbledore stopped and seemed to be looking around the room, the twinkle left his ghostly eyes, which bore deeply into Harry's.
"Keep your friends close, Harry. I made many mistakes when I was young, many I regret. I know you will give your all, Harry. I know you will stop Voldemort once and for all, but never be afraid to ask for help. It is our friends, our allies, that we must rely on in our time of need. There are many whose views we may disagree with, but that does not make them evil. Unity is the only way to win this war, unity and love. Even in the darkest of times, there is a silver lining. And remember, Harry, we never really loose the ones we love."
The image of Dumbledore flickered and was gone, the lights came back on, and the room was silent.
"Say something!" Hermione said, nudging Harry.
He gulped, this was it.
"I...well...Dumbledore was a great man," Harry said, mentally kicking himself.
"He has entrusted me with this task to run the Order of the Phoenix, to defeat Voldemort, and I will not let him down. I would be dishonoring his memory if I did. Dumbledore and I disagreed over many things, but one thing we both wanted was Voldemort gone. I may not be 17, yet and I may be just a boy, but I have fought Voldemort about five times and have gotten away with my life every single time. I will not fail you, but I will pass on my role, if you all wish me to. I can't lead if no one follows." Harry said, wondering when he had gotten so mature.
"You now we are all with you, mate!" Ron said, speaking for Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and himself.
"I WILL NOT HAVE YOU FIGHTING!" Molly Weasley shouted, fiercely.
Harry was about to retort, but Ginny beat him to it.
"Listen Mum, I love you, but this isn't about us any more, this is bigger then that. We are going to fight either way and Dumbledore left us to help Harry, I won't abandon him, no matter what any of you think." Ginny said, the last part directed towards Harry.
"You're to young!" Mrs. Weasely argued a losing battle.
"I was to young when Tom Riddle possessed me, but that didn't stop him! That didn't stop Harry from saving me. I'm sorry mum, but I'm following Harry on this one."
"We're with you too Harry!" Fred and George said.
Bill looked at his mum and his soon to be wife, "I'm in."
"Well dragons may seem a little tame after this I suspect. You got another Weasley, Potter."
"I can help as well." Percy said softly.
"Dumbledore trusts you Potter. I am in your service." Moody said.
"I agree with Molly on this Potter," Minerva McGonagall said, "And I told Dumbledore, but seeing as he still went through with it, you have my backing."
"And mine!" Tonks said.
"James, Lily, and Sirius forgive me." Remus said to himself, "I'm with you Harry."
"Thank you professor." Harry said.
"Please, it's Moony, Harry."
"You have my support Harry Potter." Victor Krum said, struggling with his english.
"And mine 'Arry." Fleur said.
"My brother trusts you, boy and I will follow." Mr. Dumbledore, Albus' brother, said.
"As will I." Slughorn agreed.
"You are a brave boy, Harry, brave indeed. You have my support." Mr. Weasely said.
Mrs. Weasely broke away from her husband and hugged Harry tightly.
"Oh, Harry! I just want you to be safe and I may never agree with this, but I will help you." Mrs. Weasley said, Harry was truley touched.
"As will I." Mr. Nix added in.
"Your a part of the Order?" Ron asked.
"Well of course, who else would Dumbledore entrust with his will." Mr. Nix said, as Ron's ears turned red.
"Okay then," Harry said carefully, "I guess I'm the leader of the Order of the Phoenix." it sounded so absurd, yet not.
Harry turned to Mad Eye Moody as if to ask, "what now?"
"Alright then!" Moody said loudly. "I'm going to take Potter to Gringotts. You lot get on home, 'cept you two." he said, pointing to Ron and Hermione, "Wait at your brother's."
Moody moved towards the door and Harry followed in silence, the three keys in his pocket.
"How," Harry thought, "was he to pull this off? Dumbledore had to be off his rocker! He had to be off of his to accept! Bloody hell!"
Harry thought, ""What're you thinking Potter!" Moody asked as they approached the bank. The streets were bare, people too afraid to come out.
'''Harry thought, ""Nothing, sir." Harry replied.
"No more of this 'sir' business, Potter. It's Moody. Dumbledore left you as the boss, not me." Moody said.
"I don't think I can do that." Harry said.
"You've accepted and you will, Potter. Before we go into the bank, I think it's time I tell you a story. I don't share this often." Moody said as they both stood right out side of the bank.
"Alright,...Moody." Harry said.
"It was about 23 years ago, when I met this young boy, fresh out of Hogwarts. His parents had just been murdered by Voldemort and he wanted to be an Auror, to help stop him. It was one of the last missions I ever went on with him, before he left. I was in charge of the mission. Our goal was to rescue some muggles, simple enough, til I lost my damn leg! He looked at me and he knew, that no matter what, the mission had to be finished. So, he took over and lead them to victory" Moody finished.
"Who was the man?" Harry asked.
"He was your father, Potter. Now, I know you have more than his looks. We've lost Dumbledore, but you are going to lead us now, and we are going to win." Moody said, leaving Harry slightly dumbfounded, but he followed Moody as they entered Gringotts.
"Go on, Potter."
Harry walked up to the first open Goblin.
"Griphook, nice to see you," Harry said, recognizing the goblin right away from his first year.
The goblin looked up, fairly surprised that a human had remembered his name.
"Hello, Mr. Potter. What may we do for you today?" Griphook said in a natural tone.
"Oh, well um, I was wondering if I'd be able to look in these vaults." Harry said, bringing out the three keys, which Griphook took with interest.
"Hmm, well yes, Mr. Potter, follow me. Your guest may join us." Griphook said, beckoning for Harry and Moody to follow him, they both did.
"Which vault am I going to first?" Harry asked as he entered the cart along with Moody and Griphook, who just looked at him oddly before they started speeding along.
'''''''Harry sat back and closed his eyes, trying not to loose what little he had had for breakfast, it didn't seem like Moody was much better off. The cart stopped with a lurch forward. Griphook stepped out of the cart and walked to a rather large door.
"Um, which key would you like?" Harry asked, digging into his pocket.
Once again, Griphook made no comment, and instead ran his hand down the door, which slid open several minutes later.
"Inside," Griphook said, finally speaking, "you will find three doors. Each door fits with a key and will lead you to that vault. I will wait here."
Harry seemed surprised, but Moody just moved out of the cart, following Harry as he entered, the door slamming behind them, both Moody and Harry flinched.
"Which one first, Potter?" Moody asked.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the black key. Looking at the three large doors, he picked the black door.
"Sirius' family vault, I guess." Harry said, as he placed the key in and turned. The door swung open to show a room larger than the whole Dursley house. Not only was it filled to the brim with galleons, sickles, and knuts, but jewels, shevels of books, weapons, and any other magical item you could think of.
'"Amazing!" Harry gasped.
"Take a look around, Potter, and remember, we still have two vaults to look through."
Harry nodded and rummaged through a few things, avoiding handling most of the weapons on Moody's orders.
"This is the Black vault, Potter, anything and everything in here could cause you harm."
They spent a good 15 minutes inside the vault, mostly to get an idea of anything that could come in handy.
"Moody!" Harry yelled to the older man, brining down a book from a shelf, Hogwarts A History. "Look at this. The copy dates back to the 1700's. Oh, Hermione would love this!"
"Give it here, Potter. I'll shrink it and you can give it to her when we bring you back to the muggles." Moody said gruffly.
Harry nodded and after that, they left the vault. The next key Harry chose, was the gold one, Dumbledore's vault. Much like the Black vault, it held many items and was just as large, but most of the things where harmless to Harry. He started laughing when he found a scrap book that held different pictures of different people. The book was titled, Students. Flipping through the book, Harry saw pictures of a younger Mrs. Weasley, of his parents, even of Moody, and himself. Harry placed it back on a shelf, he did not want someone like Rita Skeeter getting their hands onto the book.
Last Moody and Harry entered the Potter family vault. It was, by far, the biggest of the three and contained just as much gold, portraits, jewels, furniture, and much more.
"Potter," Moody said, after 20 minutes of going through the contents, "I think these are for you."
Harry looked at what Moody handed him oddly, two letters, both holding his name.
"I'll be over here Potter." Moody said, walking away.
Harry sat down on the ground, curiously opened the first, and almost fell over as he began to read.
My son, Harry,
Hello darling I hope that if you're reading this, you are well. I hope that you are quite old and your father and I have lived a long, loving life, with you. But alas, I do not believe this to be true and I have the most horrible feeling, Harry, that your father or I will never get to see you grow up and the most I can hope for is that Sirius has raised you. My son, I know you are destined to do great, yet horrible, things. I want you to know that I will always be with you, Harry. You may not be able to see me, but my love will always follow you. Live well my son.
Love, your mum,
Lily
Harry could not contain the single tear that fell down his cheek. "If only you knew mum." Harry said, placing the paper down like it was gold and opening the next letter, knowing who it had to be from.
Prongs Jr.
Hey sport! It is I, the great Prongs, your father, though I hope you realized that. I know, no matter what is going on, that I've died and I am okay with that. I just hope, however, I was able to protect you. I know Voldemort is after you and there is more than just one reason, Harry. Reasons that I can not tell you, that you must find out for yourself. I hope Sirius is rasing you to be a good Marauder and that you have friends like my own. I hope you've had a good life and are a champion Quiditch player! Difficult times lie ahead, Harry, and I know you will succeed, it is in your blood. Look, your mother is a stubborn little lady and from the moment you opened your eyes, I could tell you would be a stubborn man. But I will give you advice my own father gave me, sometimes it is wise to go with the flow. I love you, Harry, stay well.
Love,
Dad
Harry felt like screaming, hearing his parents talk of the perfect life he had been denied.
"I'll defeat him mum, dad! I'll have that life!" Harry said getting up and storming over to Moody who was waiting by the door.
"Alright, Potter?" Moody asked.
"Fine!" Harry snapped, not meaning to. "Sorry, Moody."
"No apology needed, Potter. Now, I have a gift for you that Dumbledore asked me to give to you, or rather take you to. Now, I warn you it is optional, but it would be wise." Moody said, both of them still standing there.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
"Come, I will show you. Take some money with you though." Moody said. Harry complied by scooping up a bag of galleons.
The trip back to the suface wasn't bad, Harry thanked Griphook as well, continuing to startle the goblin.
"This way," Moody said as they walked back into the Ally, with each step they got closer and closer to Knockturn Ally.
"Moody?" Harry asked, questioningly.
"Right here, Potter." Moody said, stopping at a small shop right outside One word. the dark Ally.
"This is Wackey Doodles Tattoo shop," Moody said. Harry would of laughed if Moody did not seem so serious.
"And...um, why would we be here?" Harry asked, hesitantly.
"Not many people know this, Potter, so I trust you not to be spreading it around. Dumbledore was not the founder of the Order of the Phoenix. Supposedly, Godric Gryffindor was, and every head from his time on had a tattoo, something with meaning. You see, Potter, in the wizarding world tattoo's are like pets for the most part. Some, if you have the right price, can even provide you with protection. Albus asked me to bring you here, he said it was your choice." Moody finished.
Harry looked at the shop, "As long as Mrs. Weasley never finds out." Harry said, entering the shop with Moody behind him.
"Hello there, chaps! What can I do for you today?" a rather large man asked, his arms covered in moving tattoos.
"Roger," Moody said in greeting. "This is Mr. Potter. I've sent an owl on ahead."
"Oh yes, I recieved it. Well, Mr. Moody, why don't you wait out here and I'll see what young Mr. Potter would like." Roger said, leading Harry to a back room, which had a large table, like at a doctors office.
"Well, any ideas, Mr. Potter?" Roger asked.
"It's Harry, and no, not really. Never saw myself as the tattoo sort of type." Harry replied.
"Ah yes, but you must be speaking of muggle tattoo's. I give you magical ones aren't that popular. It is painful during the process and sometimes the results aren't exactly what people want, but I promise that, no matter what it is, it shall provide you with some sort of protection." the man said, as if selling a beverage.
"A phoenix then," Harry said, in honor of Dumbledore.
"Hm, alright. Last time I did one of those was for Albus Dumbledore. Tribute then? Alright, well lay face down and take your shirt off, this may take a while." Roger said.
"I was hoping it would be small." Harry said, pointedly.
''''''"No promises. The needles are bewitched, they do as they please for the most part." the man said lazily. Harry laid down, "What," he thought, as he felt the needle prick his skin,"did he get himself into?"
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"Alright, your done," Roger said, almost an hour later.
Harry let out a sigh of relief, it had hurt, not as bad as his arm growing back and all, but it hurt.
"Well, get up and go look in the mirror." Roger said. Harry did so and almost fainting from shock.
On his back was not a simple little phoenix, like he had wanted, but a life size phoenix with large golden wings, outlined in red, it's eyes a twinkling blue. The wings even flapped back and forth and Harry was sure, even with how faint it sounded, he could hear the phoenix singing.
"Bloody hell," he said, pulling his shirt back on, "Mrs. Weasley is going to kill me." Roger laughed having met Mrs. Weasley on occasion.
'"How much?" Harry asked.
"11 galleons." Roger said, as Harry handed him the money and walked back into the waiting room, where Moody was sitting, his bowler hat covering his eye.
"Well?" Moody asked.
"If Mrs. Weasley ever finds out, I'm blaming you." Harry replied, as Moody, using his eye, could see the rather large tattoo and, for once, Harry was sure he saw the old man truly scared!
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