16 November 1975

Harry knocked on the door and waited for a response from the person who was inside. Harry had a question for.

"Enter." The 40-year-old lady called him, which was close to Harry's age, with him being chronologically 33, though physically 20.

Harry entered the room and saw Professor Minerva McGonagall sitting behind her traditional desk, who knew how old was it.

Harry smirked and said, "Hey Minnie!"

Minerva groaned, it was still weird to speak with his teachers in the first name and started rubbing her forehead, dropping her quill on her parchment.

Minerva just shook her tiredly and said in exasperation, "Please, Harry, stop saying that. Mr. Potter and his gang have given me enough trouble with that name, and I thought Remus would stop them from saying that."

Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement and said, "That's why you made him a Prefect?"

Minerva just returned a nod with a sudden straight face and commented, "With the detentions, he has had, only Mr. Longbottom was the most capable of them."

Harry chuckled as he remembered Remus going on and on about how he was a real good Prefect when Harry was 15 the first time.

Then Harry's face turned grave as he remembered seeing Remus' dead body. Well, that escalated pretty quickly.

Minerva raised her eyebrow and asked, "Is that the sole reason you are here?"

Harry turned somber and answered, "No, actually, I had some problems with Matilda." That was Hermione's name now as she can't just tell her real name and then some years later have someone with the same name who is a student. Thank Goodness she did that and changed her name to Matilda Jeannette Granger-Taylor.

Minerva seemed amused by the turn of tables as it was Harry's turn to be embarrassed. Then she seemed elated as she seemed to be the only one who was trusted with this.

Minerva taunted him in her heavy Scottish accent, "So the famous Defense Professor has been having girl problems while he has multiple girlfriends."

Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked, "What do you mean? Hermione is just like a sister to me, Minerva. I just wanted to ask what should I get her for Christmas."

Minerva blinked and coughed in an embarrassed manner and composed herself. She asked, "Harry, most of the school thinks that you two are secretly married with kids."

Harry laughed loudly and said, "Minerva, she is like an annoying elder sister to me. We know each other from school, ya know."

Minerva just looked shocked and looked down at her quill before muttering, "I must apologize then, Harry, for believing in childish rumors."

Harry just said, "Oi, Minnie, shut up!"

Minerva looked up, "Excuse me?"

"I said that ya should know, mate, that this Seeker is not angry at you. What do ya Brits say again? To the hell with it."

Minerva just asked, "How do they curse down there if you don't use the word 'hell'?"

Harry chuckled and said, "Minnie, Minnie, Minnie, never thought that you will ask about these inappropriate things, but you are a Gryffindor after all."

"Answer."

"The magical say 'Go to Wuluwaid, bugger' or if I need to be formal, we say 'Go to the deepest abyss of darkness, you insolent fool'."

Minerva nodded and made a note on a spare parchment on the topic and said, "You asked about a present for Matilda, right?"

Harry nodded a wee bit more eagerly than he should.

Minerva answered diplomatically, "I suggest that you should get some chocolate from Honeydukes and go on a shopping trip with her to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade."

"I will keep that in mind, Minnie."

"Shut up, Harry."

17 November 1975

"Lily, today your partner is James."

James wiggled his eyebrows at Lily as she sighed in annoyance and asked rather impatiently, "Why Professor? I would personally have issued a restraining order against him if not for Remus Lupin."

Harry chuckled in a fatherly fashion, if he had any say (which actually never happens), before he explained, "I thought that maybe with you he will understand better. You know, Prefect, Top of the class and you have a lot of free time in your OWL's year with ten classes. Surely you can handle a mere boy."

Lily blushed at the praise as James looked at Harry like he owed his life to him.

Lily thought for a moment before saying in a knowing tone, "Okay, Professor. But only if I can tutor Alice Fortescue with him."

Alice Fortescue was his mum and Frank Longbottom's best mate. The trio were really good friends, and Remus joined them a lot of times too and were like this since their second year after Lily punched James in the face. Harry had to gift Dumbledore five candies from Harry's personal collection. It was worth it, even if Harry lost his favorite chocolate until Christmas.

Harry asked Lily and James kindly, "Sherbert Lemon? I happen to love them after a certain Headmaster had given me some."

James chuckled and declined while Lily just sighed and shook her head.

Maybe Harry was being a bit too much like James?

But hey, that was not Harry's fault that he was a male and thought as any other male that females were a complicated lot and stuck with his kind mostly.

Harry would have to ask Hermione if it was his fault.

Harry turned back from the retreating Prefect and Marauder and waited.

He heard the door close.

And then he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Until . . . . Harry heard a knock on his door and called, "Come in, Minnie." Harry had taken to call Minerva Minnie as much as possible since their last meeting to annoy her to hell and back. Till now, Harry only called when they were alone.

Minerva entered the room and did something that was between a defeated sigh and a groan. Strangely, Harry had been staying with Minerva for far too long, but still . . . . she was the only staff member who loved Quidditch, except Dumbledore, who loved everything except Voldemort.

Minerva sighed, "What did you want, Harry?"

Harry turned his neck a bit and looked at his right so he can see her. Harry said, "Albus has said you could be trusted enough to join our organization."

"Which organization?"

Harry turned his body so that they stood in front of each other and whispered, "The Order of the Pheonix."

Minerva joked nervously, "An organization to open a pub for Phoenixes? You want me to be a waitress to take orders?"

Harry chuckled a bit before he said, "Come to the Shrieking Shack tomorrow for answers."

Minerva groaned and whined, at least that's what sounded to Harry, "You just called me here just for this."

"Voldemort doesn't care if his enemies are stupid enough to meet at the same place and do their important work."

Minerva shivered at the name and nodded warily at the man in front of her and started taking steps backward out of the room before turning and hurriedly walking out of the door.

Harry sighed as he removed his robe on his desk as he walked forwards to close the door. While walking there Harry's unbuttoned shirt, that nobody weirdly noticed, slipped a bit as to show the top his left arm.

The top of Harry's arm began to sting as he muttered, "Well Fuck, Voldie is getting cranky again."

Harry covered the Dark Mark on the top of his left arm as he jumped out of his office's window and turned into an owl.

Harry flew away to the Dark Lord.