Yeah new chappy is out....and it took me way longer than promised unfortunatly. thank you saati for your review.

Harry stared back at the white ferret, not willing to lose the starring contest that the other had started. Finally, the fur ball blinked and Harry was able to sit up and look away, the small ferret climbing up the arm Harry still had on the kitchen table, to hide in Harry's hoody. After his brother had left, Hermione and Ron had finally been able to convince Harry to come down and have dinner, late considering he had refused to come down when everyone else was eating. This led Harry to be introduced to the companion his brother left behind when it had jumped out of Ron's jacket and onto him chattering at Ron viciously before Harry had plucked the fluff ball off of his shoulder to stare at while Hermione hurriedly explained the ferret's presence and that the ferret's name for some reason was Dragon.

His brother had left him with a white ferret that closely resembled the ferret Malfoy had been turned into last year, by the fake Moody, and its name was Dragon. In Harry's opinion, his brother couldn't have picked a better and funnier name for Dragon, especially since the ferret acted a lot like Harry's school rival. It was a meticulous eater, loved to bite Ron, avoided Hermione, and loved to hang around Snape whenever he was here. The only strange thing was the sheer amount of time Dragon spent around him, never letting Harry pet him, but always sticking around Harry, staring at him like before. It was sorta unnerving sometimes. Harry shrugged and continued to eat the sandwich he had been eating just before his and Dragon's little staring contest, carefully putting aside the bowl of raw eggs he had prepared for Dragon to eat. The ferret hadn't finished all of it so Harry would just have to throw the rest away before he went back upstairs.

Eating the last bit of his sandwich, Harry picked up his plate and the bowl of eggs and put them in the sink, making sure to clean out the bowl, before heading upstairs. He had a little studying to do before he could crash into bed for the night, and he still had to figure out where Dragon was sleeping for tonight. Harry yawned, it was late, and he just wanted to go to bed. Deciding to just skip his studying, Harry took some old shirts of his and made a small nest out of them, pulled Dragon out of his hood, placing him on the makeshift bed, before going over to his own bed to sleep. The last thought that crossed Harry's mind before he drifted off to sleep was what he was going to do about the next time he met up with his twin.

Draco watched as Harry slipped off to sleep before he dashed out of his bed of old shirts, out of the room, and downstairs to the meeting the adults had been talking about when Potter hadn't been listening. Draco bumped into a table leg as he looked for a decent hiding spot, cursed about the elder Potter transfiguring him into his current form, and continued his search, finding a spot just before the kitchen door opened again, the members of the Order walking in.

Knowing Syn would probably want to know what all these old farts were going to talk about Draco listened to the conversation.

"Abaddon is alive! You said he was dead, Albus!"

"Calm yourself Sirius. Hagrid couldn't find Abaddon that night. He was already missing. We assumed he had been killed alongside James and Lily."

"But he is here and definitely alive!"

"Padfoot calm down. Yelling about it won't tell us where Abaddon has been all these years."

"Syn."

"What?"

"He said his name is Syn Flourite now."

"Syn Flourite?"

"Hey, didn't those refuges that came to this dimension half a year ago, say something about a guy named something D. Flourite helped them escape?"

"Something?"

"Shut-up Snivillious. I can't remember his name."

"It was Fai. Fai D. Flourite."

"Do you think Abaddon and him could have known each other?"

"It's probably but not highly likely."

"We could ask around and see if any of the refuges knew someone that resembled him."

"Hey hey, why are thinking that Abaddon was wisked off to another dimension. Couldn't he have still been in this one?"

"That is not possible. After Hagrid brought Harry to Dumbledore that night, Dumbledore sent out a spell to locate and see if Abaddon was still alive. The only way that spell could have come back with the result it did was because he was either dead or was 'whisked off' to another dimension."

Draco shifted. So this was all about Syn huh. Well after the stunt his idiot master had pulled, of course that would be all they could talk about. Syn after all, changed the strategy the Order was going to have to use to win this war. Draco scoffed, like they would be able to control his master into doing what they wanted him to do. If there was one thing Draco had learned about Potters, it was they took nothing lying down and never listened to the rules if they could help it. Draco turned his attention back to the meeting, storing everything they talked about to tell Syn about later, and slipping out unnoticed to Potter's room after the meeting finished, reverting back to the ferret Harry only knew as "Dragon."

"Syn D. Fluorite where have you been! No note! Empty bed! Missing coat! You could have been killed! Or worse seen!"

Syn covered his mouth with his hand, muffling his laughter as the teenage Egyptian witch ranted out her concern to him.

"Sekhet, your priorities are seriously skewed if you thing a dead Abaddon is better to have than a seen Abaddon." Interrupted Mikal.

"Shut up, you stuck up guardian angel! If Syn had been spotted by the just right wrong person everything he has worked for up till now would be completely wasted!" yelled Sekhet at the blonde-haired person beside Syn.

"Now now you two. Calm down. I only went to go see my brother Sekhet-dear. I thought is best to introduce myself before we meet up in Diagon Alley, and also to leave a spy to look after him while I can't that can also report to me the movements of the Order of the Phoenix." Said a no-longer snickering Syn, trying to calm his two most trusted companions before they came to blows again.

"Order of the Phoenix?" questioned one the girls, an auburn haired one with blue eyes, which sat in a chair behind Sekhet. "What stupid name. Why would they name themselves after a phoenix even though they consider beings like us dark creatures?"

"Fawkes is with them for the moment." Syn answered

"I see." answered another of the girls. "So they assume Fawkes will help them."

"It's seems so."Syn replied before heading over to his bed. "I'm tired, so off to bed now, girls."

All thirteen of the girls, excluding Sekhet groaned in disappointment, before picking up their things and retreating off to their respective rooms. Syn watched each of them leave with a ghost of a smile, giving each of them a hug good night as they left the room, leaving behind only Sekhet and Mikal in the room. Silently, Syn handed his sword over to Sekhet, sat on the bed, took off his hoody, then his shirt. Various scars covered his body, some resembling words others looking like he had walked out of a fight by the off chance of Lady Luck's whim. A single, curious, white serpent tattoo snaked its way over his upper body and down to his arms, ending at each of his wrists. Letting out a sigh, Sekhet walked over and sat next to Syn, putting the sword on to her other side as she placed her right hand on Syn's shoulder in silent comfort. Mikal huffed and walked over to the suitcase in the room and dug out some clothes for Syn to wear, before tossing them and a towel at the other boy. Sekhet smiled and got up to pick up the dirty clothes Syn had carelessly left on the floor then frowned, then standing upright, stared at Syn accusingly.

"You have the scent of blood on you. Demon blood at that. Why?"

Syn looked up at her carefully mulling over his answer before proceeding. "I had a small run in with some rogue demons. None of them were of Inverted faction, though."

Sekhet looked Syn over carefully before pursing her lips and turning her back, trying not to go off into another rant that Syn would just ignore again. Mikal crashed into the bed Syn was sitting on, shoving Syn off the bed with a none too gentle kick before grumbling an order towards the elder Potter twin.

"Get your lazy arse in the shower and get ready for bed. No more staying up. You're sleeping tonight."

"My mouse is such a Meany to me. Such a grouchy mousy." Whined Syn playfully.

"Shut your trap, wizard, and get into the god damn shower." Growled Mikal, throwing the towel the was still laying on the bed at Syn. Laughing, Syn dashed into the bathroom for a speedy get-away from his enraged guardian angel, still spouting off various "cutesy" nicknames for his friend while said friend growled in annoyance about "poncey little magicians that don't know when to stop messing around". Meanwhile Sekhet looked on and sighed. The two had effectively avoided giving her all the answers like always and she was left more or less frustrated with the results. At least in a week the group would make their way to Diagon Alley to gather their needed supplies for infiltrating the school.

Hurray. this one took awhile only because i got caught up in various school oriented things.....oh and my little bro's birthday was on the 20th of november. i was distracted obviously but hey at least i got a new chappy up....now i just need to work on how often i update...thankys for the review and hope you liked my story. tootles.