Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability

By FrighteningShadow

No one's told me what beta-ing is yet ...PLEASE TELL ME...

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did.

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As Harry walked into the kitchen on July 18th, he noticed the buzz of chatter silenced when he was in view of the Order. He sighed and figured Dumbledore had told them of his membership. Mrs. Weasley soon affirmed it.

"Harry James Potter, I do not know what has gotten into yours and Dumbledore's heads,but you're much too young to-"

Harry cut in at this point.

"Mrs. Weasley, I can take care of myself, thanks. I'm not a little kid, never was, and I've survived more stuff than most of you all combined. So lay off it." He was in a depressed mood today,and it didn't really register that he'd just contradicted and disrespected his best friend's mum. Neither did the shocked look on the Weasley's face, escpecially the twins, or the twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes being brighter than normal as he helped himself to some sausages. Mrs. Weasley just shook her head with wide eyes and went back to her sizzling pan of pancakes on the stove.

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During his short-lived time at the Dursleys', Harry had found his old, kidergarden through fourth grade yearbooks. He was laying on the bed in the master bedroom, looking at his old classmates' familiar faces when he came across his Kindergarden self. The younger Harry wasn't smiling, but staring blankly ahead, a large purple bruise on his left cheek-the punishment of his straight A's in every class that quarter, he remembered. Harry didn't noticed Remus come up behind him as he lost himself in bad memories.

"Harry, is that little boy you?" he said, pointing at the somber face of Harry Potter surrounded by cheery, grinning faces. He snapped out of his reverie and nodded.

"You've never been truly happy, have you?" Remus softly questioned, more to himself than to Harry. He shrugged.

"I'm okay," was his atomatic reply. He's like a windup doll, Remus thought sadly. Damn those Dursleys!

"The Order meeting's starting, Harry. You have to be initiated. We can look at those yearbooks later, alright?"He specificized we, as if nervous Harry would turn him down. Why would he be nervous about that?Odd...The two tromped to the kitchen, seeking the other's comfort.

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Ok, I know that's short, but I'll post the Order Initiation soon. I don't want anyone to think I've abondoned this, so I posted.