-- In Memory of Harry Potter --

Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry that this has taken so long. I've had a pretty bad dose of writer's block concerning this fic, not to mention life has got in the way a bit. I'm hoping that now I'm back on track I can finally finish the story – after all this time I owe it to you. Thanks to everyone who has kept reviewing, I really appreciate it.


Harry yawned as he began marking the last of his forth year's assignments. He had been avoiding the task for the past few nights for a number of reasons the main one being his assumption that reading the same thing over and over again was going to be dismally boring. Thankfully he had been pleasantly surprised to find that the task had been anything but boring. The mixture of personalities in his classroom shone through as he read each essay. There were the students like Hermione who stuck to facts and seemed to fill up the rolls of parchment with equally relevant information, some of which Harry hadn't even known. There were others who obviously had no idea what they were doing and were hoping they could get away with the fact by adding humorous remarks all the way through the essay, and others who just answered the question in the way which suited them. Regardless of the interest Harry now had in the task he was beginning to find that it was going to be extremely hard to stay up until eight o'clock let alone midnight.

He stared down at the opening sentence of Jasper Thompson's Essay on why Werewolves should not be considered a danger to society (except on a full moon) when a knock at the door interrupted the silence.

"Professor Saven?" questioned a quiet voice. The owner of the voice seemed uncertain about entering the room without the permission of the professor who was enthralled in his work.

"Yes?" Harry replied looking up at the door.

Suddenly the heads of Michael Weasley and Casper Jordan popped out from behind the door. "Sorry we're late sir, but we weren't sure where we were meant to meet you" Jordan said quickly.

Harry looked at the clock. It was seven thirty pm, half an hour after he was supposed to take the boys for detention. Harry frowned, he had completely forgotten about the task that Sirius had thoughtfully assigned him to. "That's alright, I completely forgot" Harry replied honestly.

The boy's jaws dropped. "It was good of you two to come off your own accord otherwise I would have had a slight problem facing Severus tomorrow" Harry muttered, "But anyway I did have something in mind for your detention but I can't quite remember what it was right at this moment so I guess we'll have to go see if the service awards need polishing".

Harry knew he had said all this rather quickly and that they boys were still kicking themselves for reminding the professor about their detention but when they did finally catch up Harry had already walked past them and out into the hall. "Well?" He questioned calling for the boy's attention. "Shall we?" He said gesturing in front of him.

"Oh yeah" Casper said numbly as he began walking forward followed closely by Michael.

Harry hummed softly to an old tune as they walked into the Trophy room. He smiled as he remembered the time that they had had to do the exact same duty that he was assigning the two boys to in his second year. He frowned as he saw the award to Tom Riddle. 'Someone should really get rid of that' he thought quietly.

"What a pity" young Mister Weasley stated when entering the room, "Everything is practically glittering"

Harry frowned although there was a slight glint in his eye when he turned to look at the boys. "Are you sure you can't do any better than this?" He asked looking at each boy in turn. The both shook their heads with a look of mock-sorry on their faces. "What a shame, I really didn't want to go into the forest tonight" he sighed "But Professor Snape does really need those potions ingredients I suppose." The boys looked at each other horrified. Suddenly the situation turned around.

"Actually I think I spotted a slight bit of grime on that award over there." Michael told the professor convincingly. "See, oh and it's Harry Potter's, well we can't have that, grandma would be so ashamed."

"That's right" Casper added suddenly.

"I thought you would find something. Now I do have other things to attend to so I am sure that I can trust you two in this room alone." He told the boys eyeing them warily. They were both grinning widely at the thought of being alone. "I suppose I should have said that you can't use magic or any of Fred and Georges products, while I think of it, oh and if you even think about leaving the room I can guarantee that you will suffer dire consequences"

The boys looked slightly uncertain about what Harry meant but they nodded looking around the room as though they were searching for some place to start. Harry smiled certain that the boys would disobey as soon as possible, but happy that they would get the required punishment in the end. He was just leaving the room when he noticed four awards which hung perfectly on the walls glittering as though they were brand new. Harry's brow furrowed and he moved to look at the names that had been perfectly engraved into the silver.

Sir Faris Devertrat Tobias Black Princess Miranda Astrine Iris Hethridge

Harry re-read the names wondering if Tobias was related to Sirius in anyway when he noticed that all four names had the same inscription written underneath…

Award for Services to the School

For devoting themselves to Hogwarts

In a way that no one else can.

He blinked and turned back to the boys who were currently talking in low whispers as they cleaned the Quidditch Trophies. He shook his head and left the room, there was still a lot to do, and only two hours to do it in.

The first thing to do was to find Peeves; the poltergeist had been quite fond of him ever since he had brought Malfoy to Hogwarts. It turns out that he had been quite lonely as a ghost and was sincerely dishevelled that he hadn't been assigned as a house ghost when he had decided to haunt Hogwarts after he died. Malfoy had apparently been his only friend for years and he had been in better moods ever since. "Hello Peeves" James grinned as he finally found the ghost on the second floor.

"Mr Saven" He nodded before looking back around the corner giggling like a mad man, or in his case, ghost. Harry stood behind the ghost and peered around the corner and found nothing but an empty corridor.

"I suppose it would be too much to ask what you are doing." Harry questioned.

"Be quiet, he's just about to come around the corner" Peeves snapped quietly.

Harry blinked and decided it was probably best to wait until whatever was going to happen, happened before asking anything of the poltergeist. He watched quietly and was suddenly surprised as Snape and Sirius rounded the corner talking in lowered voices.

"Just a few more steps" Peeves said excitedly.

Harry suddenly realised what was about to happen and was just about to shout a warning when hundreds of water bombs came pelting out of no where on top of the two professors. Peeves instantly fell into fits of laughter and began singing about the soaking wet professors. He decided that it was a good time to get out of the line of fire. If Snape wanted to get even with the ghost he wasn't about to get in his way, or worse still if his godfather was going to get even with the ghost he didn't even want to be on the same floor.

Dashing from the site he ran upstairs and straight into Hermione who, as always, happened to be carrying a pile of books. The silent exit that Harry had been attempting to make suddenly came to a halt as the books crashed to the floor making such a racket that some of the students from the nearby Ravenclaw common Room came out to make sure Hogwarts hadn't been attacked.

"Was it really necessary to run up the stairs" Hermione snapped glaring at James who had bent down to retrieve the books she had dropped.

He looked up at the beautiful young woman and grinned "No, but I'm glad I did"

"And why would that be?"

"Because I ran into you, literally" Harry replied giving Hermione a charming smile.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You are hopeless Harry Potter" She whispered before looking at the students who were approaching the pair. "I'll deal with the Ravenclaws, aren't you meant to be giving Mr Weasley and Mr Jordan detention at the moment?"

"Oh right" He muttered looking down the stairs at the ghost who was doing somersaults in the air above Severus. "Peeves!" He yelled and the ghost stopped what he was doing and looked at Harry. "I want to ask a favour".

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James took a deep breath before following Hermione into Dumbledore's office. He knew his decision was going to test the members of the Order in a way that they hadn't been in a long time. It had been a long time since they had worried about anything other than stray Death Eaters and the knowledge that Voldemort was alive, and fast returning to power was no doubt going to create some controversy. Harry had seen first had how well wizards could deny the truth if it was something that they didn't want to believe. He smiled at those who he knew as he took a seat at the end of the table, directly opposite Dumbledore. His seat. By the look Sirius' face, his godfather had also noticed the symbolism of his position and by the look in the dark haunted eyes; Sirius knew exactly what Harry was prepared to do to convince the Order of the Phoenix that Voldemort had indeed returned.

As the members filed into the room one by one, they would glance in his direction as though trying to determine if James had chosen the seat out of pure ignorance, or to challenge their positions in the group. Moody in particular had given James an extremely excruciating once over upon entering the room before looking at his forehead in shock and almost falling into the seat next to Sirius. Harry blinked as he realised what had happened – Moody's magical eye! His mind was reeling; this was not the way that he had wanted to introduce himself back to the Order.

"Harry Potter" Moody choked looking directly at James,

"Too late" Harry muttered to himself as all the heads at the table had turned to look at the unknown man sitting at the end of the table.

"Moody, what on earth are you talking about?" Tonks said staring at the man.

"You're in disguise boy?" Moody questioned and Harry frowned and slowly nodded

"For more reasons than one" He replied and suddenly the noise levels skyrocketed as each of the Order threw questions at him about where he had been, why he was in disguise, why he was back, even Tonks blunt question asking him why he wasn't dead.

"How do we even know that you are Harry Potter" Kingsley said making the group go silent.

Harry sighed looking at the auror before removing the disguise. The Order of the Phoenix stared at the young man whose green eyes shone with power, and a wisdom that hadn't been there years before. His dark hair sat untidily as it had always had and the scar on his forehead hadn't changed since he had been given it. The only thing that was different about the young man was that he now sat knowing, understanding and accepting of the power that he once felt awkward with. That power was what kept the Order of the Phoenix silent as they stared at him in awe.

"I can assure you that it is me, but if you need to be more certain then I would answer any questions that you would ask of me, and only me." Harry told the group.

It was only moments after he had said this that Dumbledore entered the room looking stunned that the group was so quiet, and further more that Harry Potter was sitting at his usual place, as Harry Potter. "When you said that you would reveal yourself at the meeting, I assumed that you would wait till after I had explained the situation" The old wizard said as he took his place at the head of the table.

"I overlooked something" Harry said nodding towards Moody.

"Ahh I see, well what is done is done now I suppose"

"You planned this?" Ron asked Harry

"You knew about Harry?" Moody asked Dumbledore before rounding on Ron, "You as well?"

"Well of course we knew" Hermione said, "He has been at Hogwarts since the beginning of the school year"

"And it's only now that you decide to tell us?" Molly Weasley questioned looking hurt by the thought that the person she considered as her surrogate son would not reveal himself to her.

"We haven't known since the beginning of the year" Sirius explained, "We only found out recently, it was Malfoy's fault actually"

Ginny, who had just taken a sip of water, nearly chocked at the mention of Draco. "He's here too!" She exclaimed looking at Harry "Where, that scheming little prat I am going to pummel him, where is he?" Ginny demanded.

The group went silent waiting for an answer from Harry. Sadness etched into his features as he looked at his best friends little sister. "It's not like that Gin'" He said quietly. "Draco wouldn't have.."

"Where is he?" She snapped, looking determined.

"I'm here" croaked a voice from behind Harry, and instantly everything went from bad to worse when the ghost appeared next to 'the boy who lived'.

Ginny suddenly went pale, her hazel eyes filling with tears as she looked at the man she had once loved. "I," she whispered before looking down at the table in silence. Malfoy swallowed next to him and Harry knew that the ghost was having a hard time dealing with the situation, not that he found it any easier.

"There will be time for explanations I assure you" Harry said giving the ghost beside him a reassuring look, "But for now there are more important matters to discuss"

Mr Weasley coughed slightly gaining the attention of the group. "Sorry Harry, but what could be more important than the reasons behind your disappearance, and your return?" He asked.

Harry looked at each member of the Order of the Phoenix one by one before deciding that there was no better time than the present to answer the question. He took a deep breath before replying "Voldemort".