This is a completely new chapter, so if you've read this story in the past, be sure to read this. Es muy importante.

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. Sorry.

Peter Pettigrew squeaked as he heard a rustling sound following him in the dark corridor. Looking down, he realized it was his over-long cloak. He gave a whimpering giggle, and scuttered quietly along the deserted castle halls.

He had managed to convince James, however reluctant, to loan the Marauder's Map to him for the night.

"It's the first night back! Why in the world would you need it on your own at this hour?" James had asked.

"I'm--- I'm hungry. And I always get lost. You know that James," he had pleaded. The map was relinquished, but Peter had received a firm no on the cloak.

"Last time you got jam on it! Absolutely not." Peter and sulked off, glaring. They always treated him like the clumsy one, the lowly marauder. But no more. No more would he be the bumbling fourth wheel, the good little pipsqueak. Not with the Dark Lord as his Master. As his God.

His beady eyes searched the walls, looking for the sign. He looked at the map again, and knew he was in the right place. Suddenly, he spotted the engraved eye on the wall. He looked back at the map, and saw a small speech bubble appear by his speck on the parchment. "Sectumsanctus," he muttered, pointing his wand at the eye. The wall unfolded before him, revealing a winding staircase, descending into the depths of the castle. Slowly, he followed the steps, farther and farther, until he saw a green light in the distance. With a skip, he rushed the rest of the way down, falling at the foot of the stairs.

"Pettigrew. So kind of you to join us. I assume you brought the map?"

"Y-y-yes," Pettigrew stammered at the blonde young man before him. His hood was lowered, revealing his cold grey eyes and condescending smirk. "Here it is." He thrust the map at him, and scrambled to his feet. The hooded figures behind him laughed, and he glared at them.

"Wonderful, my little rat." Lucius Malfoy tucked the map into his pocket and turned to his peers. "Let's all give a round of applause to our little traitor."

"Don't- don't talk to me like that!" Peter huffed.

"Oh, dear. It seems our little rat has grown a small amount of courage. Funny how it happened after he decided to betray the Gryffindors."

"I'm just as close to the Dark Lord as you, Malfoy. I'm his favored servant, you know," Peter puffed up his chest, and pulled up his sleeve, revealing his new Darkmark.

"Yes, I'm sure you are, Wormtail," came a drawling voice from the crowd behind Malfoy. Pushing back his hood, Snape stepped toward the sniveling boy. "After all, you are very subservient. Now, since we're past insults, can we get on to business? "

"Yes, some of us are on a tight schedule, Lucius," a woman's voice said. Peter whimpered as he recognized Bellatrix Black. "It wasn't easy to sneak in, and it'll be harder to sneak out, now that Hogsmeade is crawling with Aurors."

"As you all know, we chosen few at Hogwarts have been charged with the duty of finding a certain artifact," Lucius began. "The Dark Lord is in great need of it, and we haven't much time. We must find it before the Ministry's plans are put into action."

"Has the Dark Lord explained his motives, Lucius? I can't see how this is going to help us in the war," asked another hooded figure.

"I did not ask, as it is not my place, nor any of yours', to question Him. With the aid of this map, we should be able to work out a plan. As for those who no longer attend Hogwarts, you shall be questioning a certain few, knowledgeable friends. Don't forget to play nice," Lucius drawled with a smirk.

"And what about the Order? I'm sure you've heard the rumors," Bellatrix raised an eyebrow.

"Dumbledore is too trusting to suspect us. There will be no Order of the Phoenix on our tails, I assure you."

Lily Evans woke up in a cold sweat, and sat up in bed. It was the third time she'd had the same recurring dream, ending in a flash of light and a chillingly high laugh. She could never recall the entire dream, but the laugh haunted her.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and Lily jumped. Right in front of her was a wrinkled house elf wearing an old towel around his waist. Startled, she looked around, and found her roommates still fast asleep.

"Ms. Lily Evans, is I correct?" the house elf asked.

"Ye-yes. I'm Lily."

"I has been sent, ma'am, to give you a letter from the great Professor Dumbledore." He bowed and presented a large envelope ceremoniously.

"Thank you. And what is your name?" Lily asked.

"My- my name, good miss? Oh! Oh you are too kind, Miss Lily Evans! Too sweet to poor Trumpkins!" A tear fell from his eye.

Surprised, Lily merely patted his hand comfortingly and smiled at him. "Thank you, Trumpkins. I'll be sure to pay you back somehow."

The house elf's eyes grew to enormous proportions. "Never! Never must Lily Evans pay old Trumpkins back for it is his pleasure to serve her! Good bye, Miss." And he snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

Lily turned the letter over in her hands, staring at the neat scrawling. A personal letter from Dumbledore! She couldn't believe it. She carefully opened it with her letter knife and pulled out a sheet of parchment folded within.

Dear Miss Evans,

The contents of the letter are to be held secret and must not be shared with a single soul. Therefore, at the conclusion of my writing, you will be trusted to dispose of it completely.

After much consideration, you have been selected with a chosen few to join a special organization dedicated to the fighting the Dark Arts, and, in particular, Lord Voldemort and his followers.

I must warn you that membership in this organization is wrought with danger, and you are free to decline. In such a case, you will be required to undergo memory alterations. I trust, however, that you will make the right decision.

Please come to my office at 11 o'clock in the evening on Thursday. I have recently grown fond of a certain muggle candy called a lemon drop. You should try some.

Yours ever,

Albus Dumbledore

Head of the Order of the Phoenix

Well, I hope you enjoyed that. Hopefully there's more suspense now, eh? Are you starting to ask questions? Eh? Eh?

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Hannah