Chapter 3
The Order of the Phoenix
"What's the Order of the-?" I started when V took the parchment from my hand.
"Not here!" Ivy snapped, before softening her expression "Think hardly over what you've just read."
I nodded and thought what was on that parchment in my head, gasping when something happened.
The two houses we were both in front of started widening, a door became visible, then a window…then lights burst to life.
Ivy smirked "Welcome to Grimmauld Place." She said before dragging me in. "Mrs Weasley!" Ivy whispered. "Hannah's here!"
"Oh!" Ron's mother, Mrs Weasley whispered, rushing into the old, dusty hallway and wrapping me in a bone crushing hug "Hannah, come in, come in, oh, skin and bone like always. You are just in time. I just put dinner on the table. Oh, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny will be so happy to see you!" Mrs Weasley said, letting me breathe again and leading me into an ancient dining room "Hannah's here!"
"Hannah!" Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred, George and Ginny Weasley said together, standing up to envelope me in bone crushing hugs.
"We've missed you, Han!" Fred and George said together "Han's sitting with us, Mum."
Mrs Weasley nodded and brought out a plate and knife and fork for me, setting it in between where Fred and George were sitting.
"Hannah's sitting with me, George!" Fred said, taking the chair and pulling it closer to him.
"No, Fred, she's sitting with me!" George snapped, pulling the chair closer to him.
The twins started bickering and pulling the chair back and forth in between each other when Mrs Weasley intervened.
"Boys!" Mrs Weasley shouted "Let Hannah decide."
I gave Mrs Weasley a warm smile "I'll sit with both of you, boys." I said, walking in between the two boys and bashing their heads together, making them "OW!" in unison. "And this is why you're my favourite twins!"
"Is that my Goddaughter I hear?" someone's familiar voice called from down the hall.
I turned around, and there stood my black haired, dark eyes Godfather, Sirius Black.
"Sirius!" I said, running up and giving him a hug.
"Hey, Han." Sirius said, smirking as he lead me back from the table "What happened to your face?" he asked when we sat down.
I creased an eyebrow and paled, forgetting the scuffle I got into earlier that evening. I grabbed a spoon and checked my face…and sure enough, there was a bruise.
"Oh…I had to save my ass from a few Muggles trying to rape me." I said simply.
Sirius nodded "Break a few teeth, did you, Prongslette"
I cocked an eyebrow "Prongslette?" I asked.
"Your dad's nickname in school was Prongs, and you're his daughter…an -ette…so I came up with Prongslette."
I smirked as a large number of people laughed and said "Good one, Sirius."
I scanned the table and saw the large amount of people there. There was a heart faced girl with eye catching bubble gum pink hair, my old Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Professor Mad-Eye Moody, his predecessor, Professor Remus Lupin, and a tall black wizard with a gold hoop in one ear.
"Hello, everyone." I said shyly.
"Hello, Hannah." Lupin said smiling at me. "Guess you don't know the gang, do you?"
I shook my head.
Lupin smiled like the rest of the people there. "Well, you know me, Remus Lupin, and you probably met the imposter of Mad-Eye Moody, well, here he is in person."
Moody gave a grunt of greeting.
"This is Kingsley Shacklebolt." Lupin said, gesturing to the black wizard.
"Hello, Hannah." Kingsley said in a deep voice.
"And this," Lupin started, gesturing to the only female there. "Is Nymphadora-"
"How many times do I have to say it, Remus. I hate being called Nymphadora!" the witch said, her hair turning an angry red and making me jump.
Remus nodded and rolled his eyes "This is Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be addressed by her surname only."
"You would too if your foolish mother called you something like Nymphadora." the witch said shuddering before turning to me "Wotcher, Hannah."
I smiled "Wotcher, Tonks. Um…if you don't mind my asking…why'd your hair change-?"
"I'm a Metamorphmagus." Tonks said, her red hair turning bubble gum pink again "I can change my appearance at will…sweet, eh?"
I nodded "That's so cool! I wish I could do that!" I said as Mrs Weasley tipped six spoonfuls of mashed potatoes on my plate with three large slices of roast.
"Bread, Hannah?" Mrs Weasley asked, raising her wand.
"Please, Mrs Weasley." I said before turning to Tonks. "Where'd you learn to do that?" I asked.
Tonks shrugged "It's something you're born with. You can't learn it no matter how hard you try." Tonks said, making my face fall somewhat "But check this out." she said, putting on a strained expression as if she was thinking and with a small pop, there was an exact replica of me in her place.
My eyes looked at me and smirked my Slytherin smirk "Pretty cool, huh?" she asked, flipping some black hair out of her face.
I nodded "That's freaking sweet!" I said, starting to dive into the large pit of food on my plate as the mirror me did the same thing.
"Tonks, please turn back into yourself. I don't know which Hannah to talk to!" Fred said.
My spit scowled at Fred and popped back into Tonks with the same expression she had changing into me.
Fred turned to me and laughed "She had your glare nailed." he said, digging into his food and making me glare at him.
"Hurry up and eat, Hannah, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. The meeting's going to start soon." Mrs Weasley said, turning to Fred, George and I.
"How come Ivy gets to stay down here!" George and Fred demanded "We're of age, not her!"
Ivy turned and glared at the twins "For the last time, I'm in the Order because I'm a Legilimense and can track down known Death Eater activity!" Ivy said before taking a large bit out of her bread.
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After dinner, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and I all trudged upstairs.
"What's the Order?" I asked for the second time that night.
"The Order of the Phoenix is a secret society founded by Dumbledore that work to bring down You-Know-Who." Hermione said as she lead me up to hers, Ginny's and my room for the rest of the summer. "Ivy's the only underage one that's been in it since-"
"Ever!" Fred and George said bitterly before they stormed away.
"Who else is in the Order?" I asked.
"Well, Sirius, Mum, Dad, obviously, Mad-Eye, Tonks, Kingsley, Remus, Professor McGonagall, Snape-" Ginny said, ticking the people off on her fingers.
"Snape?" I asked, cutting Ginny off. "As in, my Head of House Snape?"
Hermione nodded "Yeah. There are a whole lot of other people in the Order too, but we're not allowed in the meetings. But Fred and George have found a way to eavesdrop with something they've created." she said, starting to head out the door. "We're going to find out what they're talking about in the meeting…you want to come?"
I looked around the bedroom and saw that Gwendolyn was back…with a thick letter tied to her leg. "No thanks, I might catch up. If not, I have some reading to do."
Hermione and Ginny nodded before walking out of the room into the hall, leaving me with Gwen.
I untied to letter from Gwen's leg and unfurled it, shocked at all the writing Draco did in such a short amount of time (I had only sent him that letter around two hours previously.)
Dear Hannah,
Those Muggles that you got in a tiff with had best run away, because they're on my shit list. *pause for laughter*.
Dementors? In Little Whinging? That's impossible, at least according to Father. He says the only way that a Dementor leaves Azkaban to attack people was when the Dark Lord was in power last, and even then the Death Eaters had to set them on the people they Kissed.
You fainted!? Are you all right? You didn't hit your head too hard, did you? God, if you say there were Dementors, you know damn well I'd believe you. Woe betide the person who set them on you if I ever catch them. Nobody…and I mean NOBODY sets a Dementor on Draco Lucius Malfoy's girlfriend and gets away with it!
As for advice…it's Potter…I'm pretty sure he can get out of it, being the bloody Boy Who Lived. But then again, he's so dim he couldn't get his hand out of a cereal box *pause for laughter*.
Father told Mother and I about the hearing over dinner this evening, so I already knew about it. And, despite the fact that it is Potter, and I hate his slimy guts…I'll be praying he isn't expelled for your sake.
Miss you loads, love. Just think, only another month or so to go until I can see that pretty face of yours again. *pause for lip biting and adorable pink blush*
Yours,
Draco.
I burst out laughing and crying at the same time. Why did Draco have to tell such good jokes? It made my day back then, but they also made me miss him so bad it felt as if my heart was going to claw out of my chest. (I know, sappy, but I can be a sappy romantic.)
I pulled out my quill and a spare bit of parchment and replied to Draco's letter.
Dear Draco,
I'm fine, don't worry too much about me. I didn't die or anything, did I? *pause for laughter at my dark sense of humour*
I wish you wouldn't tell so many jokes in your letters, though. It makes me miss you like crazy. (at this point I felt tears falling down my face and hitting the page, but I kept writing) I don't think I can last another month. I have to see you now, I just can't wait.
I can try, though. It's not like I died without you yet, right *pause for more laughter at my same dark sense of humour*
I'd better stop writing. I'm getting tired. I can't wait to hear from you again, Draco. I love you.
Yours,
Hannah.
I took the letter and tied it to Gwen's leg. "I'm sorry, Gwen, but I need to write to him." I said sadly. "I'll make it worth your while. Two Owl Nuggets when you come back."
Gwen gave a hoot and flew out the window at that, making me watch her fly out into the night and disappear.
I took off my charm bracelet Draco gave me last term and opened the locket charm. The sound of Draco singing Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift filled the room and I headed over to the only made bed in the room, getting under the covers and tucking the locket under the pillow.
It didn't feel the same, having an enchantment causing Draco to sing that song. But it worked the same as when Draco (and earlier in my life, Harry) sang it to me.
It was almost like I was being cradled in Draco's arms like I was the morning after the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. It was pretty close to the sensation of him having his chin resting on my shoulder and the faint thudding of his heard pressing a tattoo into my cheek.
And with that, I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of that exact moment.
