I sat crossed legged on the floor, weeks had gone by but I was still huddled up in front of the fire in my flat, my hair long, wavy and black. I peered in the mirror and made a face at my own reflection. My natural state reminded me too much of Aunt Bellatrix. The cow.

I spread out photos across the wooden floor, smiling.

I- Dora Tonks, Have been a fully fledging member of the infamous order of the phoenix for weeks, who knows how many death eaters are shaking in their boots right now.

That's right, Death Eaters! Think again about doing your horrible Death Eater deeds because Dora Tonks is here to kick your sorry evil asses.

I picked up the nearest photo tracing the edge fondly, The tiny people smiled and waved, sitting round the large table with the yellow tablecloth in Grimmauld Place tucking into Molly's Casserole. I thought back to the warm summer afternoon, I was leaning back in the rickety wooden chair, swinging on the back legs next to Hermione and Ginny, to whom I had become quite close. Molly was serving out the Casserole when Fred and George swung round the doorframe bidding everybody a good evening. A fair few of the people round the table called their greetings to the mischievous twins, one of which (I still couldn't tell them apart) was hiding their hands behind their back, Holding something.

'Fred, what have you got behind your back?' Said Arthur over the top of his small glasses suspiciously. Apparently raising the twins had raised his awareness to mischief.

'That's what we came down for!' Said Fred winking, 'We've got a surprise,'

Most of the table looked up from their Casserole, as Fred produced a big black photographic camera almost the same size as Ron's head, who turned round eyes wide.

'wow.' He breathed, 'where did you get that?'

George patted his nose mysteriously and winked at Harry, 'That's for us to know'

Molly made a noise from the sink, 'Boys- you didn't steal it did you?' shooting a furtive look at Mundungus Fletcher, who looked unabashed.

'No, Mum.' Said Fred shocked.

'How could you think that of us?' finished George innocently, clicking open the camera and popping in a film, 'We're using a wizard film in a Muggle made camera- The results should be-'

George shrugged, 'Well, we'll see won't we. SMILE!'

He thrust the camera in Ron's face who cried out in anguish as the flash blinded him, and everyone laughed. The rest of the evening was spent clicking and flashing in all directions, people posing and waving. The mill of genial conversation drifting around the humid atmosphere of the summer evening.

I sighed, the fire warming my back and muttered a sticking charm so the picture merged itself my scrapbook, I picked up the next one and giggled quietly.

I was at the forefront of this photo, my hair hanging at my neck and tucked behind my ears, but with the same bubblegum pink as always grinning into the camera, Remus was on my right, his sandy hair flopping over his eyes . I remember the moment Fred and thrust the camera in our faces, I had been just about to brush that piece of damn hair out of his left eye, because it was grating on my nerves.

Mad eye is on my right spiking a piece of meat with his fork and raising it to his mouth, the mini-mad eye in the photo drops the piece of meat from his fork, and his eyes dart around checking no one had seen it, picking it back off the table cloth and stuffing it in to his already full mouth.

I traced the side of the photo with my finger and stuck into next to the previous and scribbled underneath them, 'The Order Of The Phoenix,'

In these times, you never know when the same people will be around to eat casserole with you, you know?

Suddenly I heard a crash at the window and my head jerked up, my first instinct was to grasp my wand.

'Who's there?' I called warily.

Nobody answered. Never a good sign.

I walked cautiously over to the window and peered around, if it was a death eater they would have attempted to Avada Kedavra me by now surely.

'Anybody there?' I called calmer.

I opened the window and stuck my head out, peering left and right, then i noticed something on the ground some 10 meters below. A little owl was strethced out on the floor fluttering.

I whipped out my wand and muttered, 'Accio'. The little owl took flight and whizzed upwards towards my outstretched wand like on an invisible string, when it came level with my i grabbed it carefully and pulled it inside.

It chirped at me greatfully, flapping with one wing.

'Oh!' I cried laying it down, its left wing was broken, laying crooked against its body. I racked my brains and said tentetively, 'resarcio?'

The wing sraightened out and the little owl moved it carefully. It's big emerald green eyes softened and it squarked happily, taking flight and whizzing around my head, nipping at my hair.

'No, No' I cried out trying to bat it off, 'Come here!.'

I caught it and noticed it had a letter strapped to its leg. I unrolled it and read slowly.

'Nymphadora,'

I groaned. Its either my mother or Remus Lupin. The only two people who dare to call me Nymphadora.

'August 14th, we are putting together an advanced guard to escort Harry from his Uncle and Aunts (the muggles I told you about) back to Headquarters. I assume you have a broom as i have it on good reccomendation from Charlie Weasley you are an excellent flyer. We are going to be flying back with him. I thought I would send this to you first after all i have told you about him. Would you like to accompany us?

I will await your reply.

R.J.Lupin & the rest of the order.'

No way. I'm going to meet harry potter. ME. Harry bloody potter.

ps. I'm sorry about your old owl dying, perhaps you would like to keep this one?'

I looked at the little owl that had sat on my coffee table expectantly holding out its leg, it was a lot smaller than any of the other owls i had ever seen, and a lot fatter, with big emerald eyes taking up the majority of its pretty heart shaped face.

Remus Lupin had sent me an owl! I had come into the Order meeting about a week ago complainging about my lack of owl and he had rememberd. How sweet.

'What shall i call you?' I said to the owl ruffling its feathers, 'Now you owe me a life debt and all,'

I'd always liked the name Lily. I couldn't think of anyone else i knew called Lily. its a nice name for an owl too.

'Do you want to be called Lily?' I said to Lily the owl. It squawked.

Oh Merlin i hope its a girl.

I scribbled my 'yes' reply and strapped it to Lily's leg. 'Come back to me!' I said as it hopped out the window and flew in little circles into the distance.