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Chapter 1

Number 12 Grimmuald Place London, England.

Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix May 2007.

In the dingy kitchen of Number Twelve Grimmuald Place at the long kitchen table sat the key members of the war against Voldemort. Albus Dumbledore with his long beard, twinkling eyes, aura of great power, and his lemon drops was gazing at them, trying to figure out how to tell them the news he had.

Everyone else around the table was starting to get nervous, especially the newest members of the Order. Ronald Weasley, with bright blue eyes (that would one day twinkle like Dumbledore's) and fiery red hair, was fidgeting slightly while holding his girlfriend, Hermione Granger's hand. Hermione was gazing seriously back at Dumbledore with her intelligent caramel eyes while her wild curly toffee hair was escaping from its bun, trying to brace herself for the news, good or bad. On her other side sat her best friend Harry Potter, with untidy black hair and jade green eyes, bouncing his foot up and down while holding onto his girlfriend Ginerva Weasley. Ginerva was drumming her fingers on the table while looking at the older members of the Order. It was making her long wavy fiery hair swing back and forth and if you looked closely enough you could see a slight fear in her green blue eyes.

On the other side of the table, the older Weasley brothers Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George, were all fidgeting slightly like their youngest brother, Ron. Their father, Arthur Weasley was exchanging glances with Kinsgley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Alastor Moody. Their mother, Molly Weasley, on the other hand was looking fearfully at all her children, including the adopted ones, glaring at Dumbledore for taking so long, and exchanging glances with Professor Minerva McGonagall. Minerva was also exchanging glances with Professor Severus Snape. Severus was sitting beside Lucius Malfoy, his wife, Narcissa, and their son Draco and his best mate Blaise Zabini, the other spies for the Order.

Finally fed up with waiting Lucius, with a sneer on his face said, "Out with you barmy old coot, we don't have all night." This got chuckles and glares thrown at him from all around the table.

"Thank you for your patience," was Dumbledore's response, "Have any of you ever heard the myth of the Guardian?"

Everyone turned to Hermione, who had taken a sharp intake of breath. When she noticed everyone staring at her a slight flush appeared on her cheeks. With wide eyes she stated, "I've heard the myth."

"Why am I not surprised? Stupid know-it-all chit." Was muttered somewhere from where the Slytherins were sitting.

Albus glanced sharply at that end of the table. With a hint of fondness coating his voice for the muggle-born girl he said, "Why don't you explain to us my dear?"

With a roll of her eyes and a huff, she acquiesced. "It has been told from the beginning of time that the gods created a being to help defeat the great evils. She sent to earth from Olympus every time a new evil threatens to take over the world, wizard and muggle alike. She has great power but it is said to come at a price. Well, that's all I can remember. What does a silly old myth have to do with anything?"

"Well, it has to do with everything my dear. The guardian is not a myth. She is as real as you and me. I believe I have found her. Her name is Grey Darcy and I believe that she is in the States." When he noticed everyone was staring at him like he had finally lost it he added, "Are there any questions? No? Good. Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Bill, Alastor, and Kingsley you are coming with me to retrieve her. I believe we have found a way to win this war."

Everyone gawked at him. With a greater twinkle in his eye he pulled out an atrocious brightly colored sock he said, "Grab on. The portkey leaves in one minute." Those assigned to the mission jumped up and grabbed the sock. Then with a sudden yank they disappeared with a pop.

Molly was the first one out of the daze the sudden departure had left them in. With her hands on her hips and a glare that dared anyone to try and defy her she went about giving orders. "Ginny and Hermione go ready the room next to yours. Ron, Harry, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Arthur come help me in the kitchen. The rest of you go straighten up the rest of the house."

There was a collective groan but everyone did as they were told. None of them were stupid enough to incur the wrath of Molly Weasley.

Somewhere in Florida, America

They group of order members appeared on a private beach. After their stomachs settled and the regained their balance, they looked around. In front of them was a sparkling green blue ocean. When they turned around they saw a surf board rack and a nice house. All of the doors were open but it looked like no one was there. When Albus saw the house he headed in that direction, the rest of the team members trailing behind them. When they got to the door they saw a big kitchen and off the side was a wooden table painted blue and purple surrounded by hand painted stools with a paisley design.

Perched on the stool, with her back facing them was a girl. She didn't even turn around as she said, "You're late Albus. I've been waiting."