It had been two days since Harry had returned to Privet Drive from Gringotts and he had used that time well. The only time he ever left his room was to relieve him, eat, and do his daily exercises because the rest of the time he was reading his ancestor's journals.

As much as he wanted to start with his great-great grandfather, the last of his relatives to sit in the Originals seat, he stopped himself and decided to go in chronological order. Harry had just grabbed the first few journals on the shelf in his Family Vault but from he found by reading the first journal it seemed that the first magical Potter started the tradition of writing in journals.

The first journal of his ancestor not only told the story of their gift but also the boundaries of it, because they saw that their gift could also cause harm as well as good the Original families swore to themselves that they'd only use their gift for good.

His first ancestor gave accounts of different projects the Originals helped the muggles with and the individual projects of the Originals that they were proud of. His first ancestor was particularly proud of his achievement in finding a cure for a disease that had been spreading around Europe and the British Isles. Harry could tell his ancestor was more proud about this than other things by the detail he wrote about it and the difference in handwriting. It made Harry proud as well.

By the end of the journal his ancestor was still on good terms with the muggles so he knew this was not the ancestor that had agreed to have the wizarding world to split from the muggle one.

When Harry consulted the Potter Grimoire he saw that the first few pages were consisted of his first ancestor's discoveries, including the cure to this unknown disease.

He was feeling stiff after mostly laying in his bed for the past two days he looked at his clock, 4:07, it wasn't too late to take a late afternoon walk to the park he'd just have to be back before Dudley or potentially face the wrath of his relatives. They didn't like it when he arrived after his cousin.

"…It is hot, hot, hot! The hottest day of the summer! This one could go down in history…" The news report said.

"I'm going out for a walk, Aunt Petunia!" Harry yelled towards the living room.

"Fine, just don't be back too late," His aunt replied.

"Wouldn't dream of it," With that he opened the front door and started walking down the drive. He saw Mrs. Figg walking down the sidewalk a few houses down whispering underneath her breath. She was probably speaking to one of his minders, he could not believe that he never noticed that she was a squib! She started whispering more franticly when suddenly Harry heard a *pop* like someone had disapparated, Harry assumed that it was his minder. He tried to appear as if he didn't notice anything was amiss, but he knew Mrs. Figg was watching him as he walked to the park.

It takes about 5 minutes to get to the local park and when he got to the park a little family was just leaving after playing on the slide. He decided to sit on the swings and think about the multiple things that were happening in his life at the moment, his Lordships, "friends", the prophecy, and of course Hogwarts. He didn't know how long he had been thinking but he was brought out of it when he heard voices behind him.

"Squealed like a pig, didn't he?" One boy said.

"Yeah," One said not as enthusiastically as the rest. He recognized the voice as his cousin, Dudley.

"Well, see you around my place tomorrow, eh Dud? The parents are out!" Another said.

"Okay, see tomorrow," His cousin responded and Harry heard footsteps coming closer to him. Then the swing next to Harry was occupied with his cousin. "Hi, Harry."

"Hi, Dudley, how are you?" Harry asked.

"Not great," Harry looked up to see that his cousin looked miserable. "I-I just don't want to do what they do anymore, beat up children, vandalize, and smoke. It makes me sick to see what type of person I've become."

"Then stop," Harry said simply.

"It isn't that easy, they are my friends and Piers goes to my school."

"Try to make new friends, I found out this year that the only reason my friends were friends with me was because they were getting paid with my own money. Trust me, having the right friends around you will help you in the long run. Doing what you're doing won't help you, what if you get caught? That will be on your record when you try to get a job," Harry said.

Dudley nodded and they both got up from the swings to start walking back to Privet Drive, "How did you make new friends so quickly?"

"Well, right now I don't really know my friends that well, but in a perfect world we would have been really close," Harry said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dudley asked.

"Let's just say that because we each have the same status in the wizarding world, so our parents would have wanted us to get to know each other so we would be able to form close political alliances when we got older."

"You start that young?" Dudley asked astounded.

"Definitely, if you knew how much work we have to put in," Harry shook his head. "We need to be able to trust each other."

"So tell me more about your government-" But suddenly Dudley stopped talking and Harry knew why.

Dudley and Harry were in a tunnel on their way to Privet Drive but that didn't stop them from noticing that it was darker than it should have been. Harry looked around and noticed that he had goose bumps on his arms and he could see his own breath, when he looked at Dudley he could see Dudley's breathe as well. It had become quiet, too quiet, but that would change.

"Dudley. Do you remember what I told you the other day?" Harry asked slowly.

"About the dementors?" Dudley swallowed.

"Yes, they're here and I'm going to have to use magic. Is that okay with you?" Harry asked. "Now do you also remember what to do when a dementor came?"

"To run," Dudley said.

"Yes, now that side of the tunnel hasn't been affected," Harry said pointing towards the right side of the tunnel. "Go, now! Run!" Dudley burst into a run as fast as he could and just as he did two dementors came into the left side of the alley and Harry began hearing the resurrection of Voldemort, "It may even be painless. I would not know, I have never died…"

Harry ignored the horrible memory and thought of a happier one. He thought of the moment Sirius asked him to live with him and yelled, Expecto Patronum! The stag patronus erupted from the end of his wand and chased down the dementor. Prongs got rid of the first dementor that had been coming towards him but Harry had lost track of the second dementor while he had been taking care of the first, but then remembered his cousin, "Dudley!" Harry ran to just outside the alley with Prongs besides him and saw the dementor just about to lower its hood, "Get it Prongs!" With that the stag patronus again drove away the dementor.

Harry ran over to his cousin and kneeled besides his cousin, "Dudley! Dudley, are you okay? Answer me Dudley! I'm so, so sorry! Dudley!"

"Harry, I'm sorry. I'll never bully anyone ever again," Dudley said and Harry laughed a little.

"Come on Dudley, I need to get you some chocolate and warm you up," Harry said as he lifted his cousin up from the ground.

Just as the two cousins were leaving Mrs. Figg was walking came up to them, "Oh I'm going to kil-"

"Mrs. Figg I'd really appreciate it if you could tell Dumbledore or whoever was supposed to be my minder tonight that two dementors attacked my cousin and I tonight and that I had to use my patronus to drive them away. Now if you don't mind I need to get my cousin home so he doesn't get sick," Harry walked away without another word to the squib.

Sirius Black hated being a Black, but he also loved it. He hated the stereotype that was assumed by his family: blood supremacist, possible Death Eaters, snobs. He loved the cunning and sneakiness traits he had gained from being in the Black family and being rich didn't hurt either. He also hated Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, but he had his reasons for being there.

Like Sirius said, he was a Black and cunning was a trait of theirs no matter how Gryffindor Sirius may seem. Sirius was an innocent convict on the run so he couldn't do much for the effort against Voldemort but keep out of everyone's hair so they didn't worry about him getting caught again. So Sirius offered Grimmauld Place, the Black Ancestral home, for the Order of the Phoenix to use as Headquarters. To the Order it would seem that he was trying to at least make a small contribution, but he was a Black.

Like the Potters, every Black Lord kept a journal, but unlike the Potters who gave advice to their heirs, the Blacks compiled dirt on people, mostly of those that are influential at the time. Sirius' Aunt Cassiopeia, even though she wasn't a Lord, had started a Black journal when she was 13 and had compiled enough information to end the careers of nearly everyone worth knowing. Sirius knew there was a reason he wanted to see his aunt soon.

Sirius had started a Black journal when he turned 17 as well, but he was naïve and soft hearted to write anything in the pages of the journal so there was barely anything useful. Now he knew why he had to write in the pages of this journal and that reason was his godson, Harry Potter.

So far he had pages filled with information he had overheard from Dumbledore, Molly, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and various other Order members. What everyone in the house didn't know was that since Sirius was tied to the wards he could hear any conversation he wanted to in the house. He specifically watched out if anyone talked about Harry. At this point, Sirius didn't trust anyone at Grimmauld Place and the only true person he trusted was Harry who hadn't sent Sirius a letter in a while. Sirius hoped that was a sign that Harry was busy learning about his inheritances, but he knew that Dumbledore had never told him so that couldn't be.

Sirius walked into the dining room where the Order meeting was to be held. He knew he'd find Dumbledore sitting at the head of the table, where really Sirius should be sitting, but even though it made his blood boil, he let it slide so he looked like the adoring Gryffindor he was supposed to be.

"Let his meeting of the Order of the Phoenix on August 2nd, 1995 commence," Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile. "Now before we begin with our usual updates, does anyone have any information they'd like to share?"

Nobody spoke up so just as Kingsley was about to give his report Arabella Figg came tumbling out of the fireplace of Number 12. She blushed when she saw they were in the middle of the meeting but decided that whatever news they were in the middle of could wait, "Harry and his cousin were just attacked by dementors!"

Everyone went into an uproar before Dumbledore calmed them down, "Quiet everyone, quiet! Now Arabella please tell us what you know of the situation."

"Well, I was coming back from getting cat food when I noticed that it was no longer as hot as it should have been on the hottest day on record, but I ignored it until I saw Harry dragging his cousin from an alley. When Harry saw me he came up to me and told me to inform you or his minders that he had been attacked by two dementors and he had to use a patronus to get rid of them," Arabella said.

Whispers could be heard all around the table, "Who was his minder for the night?"

"Dung," Arabella said. "I tried to convince him not to leave, but something about a good deal on cauldrons."

"I doubt Dung can even produce a patronus anyways," Sirius mumbled and Mad-Eye nodded.

"This is what I worried most about the most, the Ministry will try its hardest to expel Harry or even worse case have him imprisoned," Dumbledore said. "I am going to go to the Ministry to sort this out." Dumbledore turned to Arthur, "Please write to Harry and tell him not to do anything rash like running away or surrendering his wand. You know how he his."

Sirius walked up to Arthur as he was writing a letter to Harry, "Do you mind if I write a little missive to Harry?"

Arthur paused, "As long as it doesn't give anything away."

"Of course not," Sirius took some parchment and a quill.

Harry,

This missive will be in no way fulfilling as you'd like it to be, but I'd like you to know that Dumbledore is trying to do something at the Ministry but really I think that's bullocks since you probably already have this under control. Now, I'm going to try and convince to try and get you out of your relatives before the 12th, you know why.

-Snuffles

Sirius passed his note to Arthur who attached it to their family owl: Errol. Sirius just hoped that he already gone to Gringotts and had gotten emancipated.

Harry was prepared for a major blow-up from his uncle when he got back to Number 4, but it didn't happen. His aunt and uncle were just worried about their son and asked how they could help him.

"Do you have any hot chocolate and just regular chocolate? That's usually what helps the best," Harry said.

His aunt nodded and scrambled to the cabinet by the refrigerator and then she also tossed him a chocolate bar, "You look like a ghost, I assume you were also affected by those things?"

"Yes, but not as badly as Dudley," Harry said. "He should feel better after some rest, he's just seen his worst memories."

Just as he finished saying that two owls came through the back door and he could see a third coming into view, he decided to read the letter from the unfamiliar owl first. It told him that he was expelled from Hogwarts for using underage magic in front of muggles and that Ministry officials were coming to snap his wand.

The second Ministry letter said that he was now simply suspended from Hogwarts and he had a trial on August 12th, the letter said only 3 people were going to be at his trial, but these 3 people were on the Wizengamot and the time of his trial was when the Wizengamot was meeting, so that was a load of bull shit.

The third and fourth letters were from Mr. Weasley and Sirius respectively. Mr. Weasley basically told him to be a good boy and Sirius informed him that he knew that Harry had some sort of plan.

Sirius' letter made Harry smile. At least he'd have one person to rely on while he was sent wherever for the summer.

Mr. Weasley had told Harry not to respond to their letters so Harry just bid his relatives goodnight and went to his room to do more reading as it was only 7:45PM. He was about to start into the next journal but then thought that if dementors could get this close to his home, what would stop Death Eaters? He looked through his Family Grimoire to find wards that would warn him when someone magical would cross doorways and windows.

He finally found one that would tell him not only if someone magical entered, but how many entered and where. Harry would set the wards when his relatives were out tomorrow.

Then he remember most people thought Harry was crazy so he should gather as much evidence that his cousin actually lived at Number 4 with him and knew about magic. His Hogwarts letter would show that the residents at Number 4 knew that he was magical and was living with him, but what would be proof besides bringing his cousin into the Ministry? Then he remembered school records! Every report card had their names, the date, their guardian's names, and their addresses.

The next few days were a flurry of activity for Harry. He made sure that he had the correct documents for his trial. Aunt Petunia was reluctant to give him their school reports but when he told her it would probably keep him out of jail she agreed. Harry set up wards on every door and window, he even found a ward in his Family Grimoire that was meant to protect muggles from enemy wizards. He put it in front of their doors in windows and only keyed himself in. It took him three days to do all this, but it was worth it. There were again mixed feelings about him using magic in their home.

"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked while she was making breakfast and the men of the house were eating.

"Yes, Harry?" She replied.

"I just wanted to let you all know that I put safety measures on your house using magic," Harry said quickly.

"Wait, what sort of freaky safety measures did you put on our home? We didn't ask for this!" Uncle Vernon said loudly.

"I was just worried since those dementors got so close so I put some…warning spells on all the doors and windows that would tell me if anything magical entered the house and on your doors and windows of your bedrooms I'm the only magical being that can enter. So if wizards ever try to attacks make your way to your bedrooms."

The nodded and Dudley spoke up, "Is it likely that someone would attack?"

Harry shrugged, "No one should be able to get through the wards, but that's just a safety measure."

"Okay, Harry," Aunt Petunia said.

Harry was walking away when his Uncle Vernon called after him, "Boy! The three of us are going out tonight so you best be on your best behavior!"

"Yes, sir," Harry walked up the stairs to his room, he was pretty sure that people were coming to get him soon so he decided that today he would pack his things for where he was going.

He could have used magic, but since he had his new trunk that only had once compartment for his clothes and other supplies he wanted to be more careful this time around.

The Dursleys left for their event at 6:00PM on the dot while Harry was in the middle of reading a book on muggle battle strategies that he had found at a small book store on his back from the department store to Diagon Alley on his first trip this summer. He had been wondering how he could apply this to wizards in battle since wizards didn't actually have a strategy when they went into battle; normally it was just the straight forward approach.

Harry had always wanted to be an Auror but now wondered if that was possible since he had many responsibilities when it came to his estate and politics.

He continued reading when he felt a tingling sensation that meant the wards had been breached, he got up and flattened himself on the wall next to the door. There were 8 people in the house and from the sound of it there were three coming up the stairs.

He heard one say, "Alohamora," Which opened his bedroom door. When the three came into his room Harry slammed the door shut and shot off spells at them, "Stupefy! Incarcerous! Expelliarmus!"

Somehow he knew that each of his spells had hit their targets so even though each were stunned, tied up, or unarmed he didn't lower his wand, there were still others downstairs and Aurors were allowed two wands.

Two of three magical beings that broke into the house were still awake so Harry said, "Who are you?"

"Harry! It's us!" A familiar voice said tied up said.

"Who is 'us'?" Harry asked with his eyes narrowed, he wasn't taking any chances.

"Good lad! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" The disarmed man said.

"Just because you say the catchphrase of a famous Auror doesn't mean that I will automatically believe that you are the real Mad-Eye. I spent a whole school year with a fake Mad-Eye while the real Mad-Eye was under the Imperious in a 7 compartment trunk! Besides everyone knows that is Mad-Eye's catchphrase!"

"Harry, it's me, Remus Lupin," the man who claimed to be Remus said.

"Prove it," Harry said.

"What?"

"Prove that you are who you say you are!" Harry said.

"I don't think-" Harry then stunned the man.

The man who claimed to be Mad-Eye scrunched his eyebrows together, "Not sure if that was completely necessary."

"I was just attacked by dementors not even a week ago, what is to stop a Death Eater from kidnapping me in disguise of a friend? He didn't want to answer so I stunned him to be safe, now it's your turn, prove to me who you say you are."

"After we were released from the hospital wing this past year I gave you advice on how to deal with Cedric Diggory's death."

Harry lowered his wand slightly, but not all the way, this man was still Dumbledore's man and there were others downstairs, " Who are these two, as a matter of fact who are the others downstairs?"

Mad-Eye raised an eyebrow, "How do you…never mind, this is Tonks and Lupin, downstairs is the rest of your guard to get you to Headquarters which we'll explain later. Now let's wake these idiots up. Can I have my wand back?" Harry handed Mad-Eye his wand back and they went to wake the other two up.

Mad-Eye woke Tonks up first who first put her hand to her head and said, "Woah who attacked up?"

"That would be the 15 year old we were supposed to be bringing to Headquarters," Mad-Eye said.

She turned and looked at Harry, "But you're not allowed to use magic!"

"Do you see any owls?" Harry asked.

Mad-Eye started laughing, "You got yourself emancipated, didn't you?" Harry nodded. "Oh, Albus isn't going to be happy when he hears about this tonight!"

Harry shrugged, "I had to do it." He didn't elaborate for the others. "Now, I don't know anything about Tonks."

"Well, I do," Mad-Eye said gruffly. "What color did your hair accidentally turn during the first day of camouflage training?"

Tonks looked down at the floor, "Pink."

"It's her," Mad-Eye said. "Now I suggest you wake up Lupin."

Harry nodded and woke up his old professor, "Harry! What was that for?"

"You didn't answer my question, now prove to me that you are who you say you are!"

He thought a moment then said, "I returned the Marauder's Map to you before I left Hogwarts in your 3rd year."

Harry lowered his wand, "Well, I'm ready to go, I've had my things packed for the last few days."

"How did you know that we would be coming?" Remus asked.

"Please, like you'd leave me here right before my trial," Harry said.

Remus levitated Harry's trunk down the stairs to the kitchen where the last five of his guard were waiting for them. When they saw them enter a tall, black man walked over to them, "Where have you all been! It's almost time for take-off!"

"Harry is just a bit suspicious is all, so we got in a bit of a scuffle," Mad-Eye said. Remus and Tonks blushed and Harry was observing the rest of his guard.

"So you're sure the rest of these people aren't Death Eaters in disguise, Mad-Eye?" Harry asked to the shocked group.

"Positive, Potter," Mad-Eye said.

"Be it on your head then," Harry said and wrote a quick note to his relatives. "How are we getting there?"

"Brooms," Remus said.

"Excellent," Harry said. "What route are we taking there?" Everyone looked at him, "Come on, there can't just be one route to get to wherever we're going. Let me guess we're taking the quickest route rather than the safest?"

Everyone look rather sheepish besides Mad-Eye, "I told you! I told you we should take the other way!"

"No one wants to be frozen on their brooms!" Tonks shot back.

"Would you rather die," Harry drawled.

Tonks blushed and mumbled, "No."

"I'd take cold over dead," Harry said and everyone else reluctantly agreed.

Despite the hot weather below it was extremely cold above and Harry expected this as he put a heating charm on all his articles of clothing. He was following behind Tonks who was yelling things at Mad-Eye who was ignoring her, Harry had a feeling that this was a normal occurrence.

Harry thought that the group had flown all the way to Scotland, but after hours of flying Mad-Eye told them it was time to descend. Harry continued to follow Tonks and after a 10 minute descent they reached a street in London called, "Grimmauld Place."

Mad-Eye shoved a piece of paper into Harry's hand, "Memorize it and don't forget it."

The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix can be located at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Before this summer Harry would have stupidly asked what the Order of the Phoenix was on that street but he kept his mouth shut. Once he'd memorized the piece of parchment a house appeared in front of him, "It was under a Fidelius Charm!"

Mad-Eye opened the door for him, "Welcome to where you'll be staying for the rest of the summer."

Sirius Black was worried, the last time he had felt this worried was when he found James dead. He thought there would be no hope for Lily or baby Harry, but when he heard a baby's cry all his worry for the baby evaporated to happiness that at least one person had survived that horrible night.

Harry was now 15 years old and it had been nearly 14 years after that night, yet Sirius Black was still worried about his godson. The Advanced Guard was supposed to have been back nearly 3 hours ago and yet they still had no word from any one. Sirius didn't know what he'd do if something happened to his pup. Harry was Sirius' son no matter what anybody said. He wasn't going to have any of his own he already knew that.

Just as it passed the 3 hour mark Sirius heard a loud thumping sound coming from the hallway that could only be Mad-Eye's fake leg, but apparently Molly Weasley had also heard the noise because she pushed past Sirius and went to greet Harry.

Sirius went to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"…2nd floor, 3rd door to the left, you'll be sharing with Ronald!" Molly said.

"Great!" Harry said. Sirius snorted, Harry's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Now, I'll call you all down when dinner is ready," Sirius backed away from the door and sat down in his regular seat.

When everyone was settled Dumbledore opened the meeting and then looked at the people who had been part of the Advanced Guard, "I think I can speak for everyone, what took you so long?"

The Advanced Guard shift uncomfortably before Mad-Eye spoke up, "First you've got to know that the boy is emancipated."

Sirius smirked and then looked at Dumbledore who had paled, "Oh? How did you figure that out?"

"Because when we went to get him from his bedroom he knew we were coming and attacked us," Tonks said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Really, but how did he know you were in the house?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm guessing he set up some sort of wards," Remus said.

Dumbledore nodded and looked thoughtful then Mad-Eye added, "He wouldn't let us go until we answered security questions, Lupin wouldn't so Potter stunned him, not sure if it was completely necessary at first but when he gave me his reason I thought it was sound."

"That doesn't explain why you're so late though," Sirius said.

"Ah," Kingsley said. "We were planning on taking the most direct route, which, while safe, isn't as safe as some of the longer ones. Harry made the point that he'd rather be cold than dead, so we decided to go with the longer route."

"Anything else from the Advanced Guard?" Dumbledore asked warily.

Mad-Eye cleared his throat, "I call dueling with him first." Then he sat back.

Before they could move onto any new topics they heard an explosion of voices upstairs, "SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN AT MEETINGS, GETTING INFORMATION. AT LEAST YOU'RE TOGETHER! WHERE WAS I? THE DURSLEYS! …"

Sirius smirked, "That boy has got a good pair of lungs on him."

There was shocked silence before Dumbledore started the meeting again, "Yes, well, as I was saying…"