Harry Potter and the Superlative Ability

By FrighteningShadow

SOMEONE, ANYONE, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT BETA-ING IS! AGH!

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't sue me.

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As Harry and Remus entered the kitchen, they saw Dumbledore holding a magical contract, Snape leaning over a cauldron, and the rest of the Order assembled in a line around the room. He shuffled his feet, suddenly unsure of himself. Dumbledore smiled and beckoned him over, putting a quill in his hands. He spoke.

"Harry Potter, I'll need you to sign this, signifying your agreement to join this secret organazation and to permit use of this house as a meeting place for the Order of the Pheonix."

Harry bent over to sign the parchment under the name of 'Hestia Jones,' and watched, fascinated, as his hand glowed a brilliant gold until he stopped writing. There were gasps and whispers at the color, but Dumbledore motioned them to silence.

"Thank you, Harry. Now I require a bit of your blood, so if you would lend please lend me your palm...?" Harry nodded and placed his hand out, facing upwards. Professor Dumbledore pulled out a knife and scratched a little line in the middle. Harry shivered- it reminded him of Wormtail's trechery during the Third Task.

A drop of his blood was placed into Snape's cauldron-the surface bubbled and frothed, turning the potion into the same glowing gold that had encased his hand a moment ago. Again murmurs could be heard from the assembled witches and wizards. Dumbledore said a healing spell and his palm was left unscathed.

"Adiuro arum adulescentulus addo arum decuria," Dumbledore mumbled, ending the initiation. He stood and adressed the room.

"Welcome. As you all know, the war is in full swing nowadays. Voldemort has been recruiting followers since his rise to power, while our side has been blissfully ignorant of the situation. We need to stop this. Miss Tonks, report the auror status, please."

"There are currently one-hundred seventy-five aurors and about sixty in training, sir. Fudge is putting up severe restrictions in auror training, trying to avoid being fired from his current status," Tonks said. Harry almost laughed as she plopped clumsily into her seat again.

"Arthur, have you heard about the new Minister candidates yet?"

"Yes, sir. Amelia Bones, Amos Diggory and Jeremy McClaggan are running in the election."

"Very good. Amelia and Jeremy are active supporters of the light and great strategists. Amos is...jaded. Losing his son made him a totally different person. Now, is there any news on the Dementors?"

Kingsley stood up. "There aren't any left at Azkaban, sir. You-Know-Who is recruiting more than wizards. It is rumoured that You-Know-Who has collected up to five hundred magical creatures."

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temple in frustration. "Harry, are you going to continue the DA this year? I suggest opening it to all the students."

Harry's eyes widened at being called upon, but he quickly responded. "I suppose, sir. It might help a little bit. I'll do it."

"Good man. Meeting adjourned. Harry, please stay behind."

Harry hung back while the others filed out. Remus said he'd be waiting for him ouside the door.

"Harry, while you're at Hogwarts, you'll need to come to my office every time this vibrates," Dumbledore said, holding a golden ring out to him. It was a plain gold band, with the letters OOTP engraved into the metal. He nodded.

"Yes sir."

"I'll see you on your birthday, my dear boy."

Harry took this as a dismissal. "Goodbye, sir." He walked out the door and back to Remus, who was eager to return upstairs and see his yearbooks again. Maybe, just maybe, things were looking up.

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