Harry could only stare at Moody with a dumbfounded expression as his brain began thinking about how to get out of this predicament. He was lucky that Moody didn't do his normal shoot first, ask later method of questioning. He looked around the room for any sort of possible escape yet didn't dare to try to run from an auror that filled around half the cells of Azkaban.

"Well?" Moody growled. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to explain why you're here?

…What could he do? Honestly, while telling the truth about what Dumbledore instructed him to do would probably get him out of there, it would be a good idea to see if he could bluff his way out of this.

"You know, just being around I guess," Harry said unconvincingly.

"…That's not an answer laddie."

"Well, no," began Harry quickly "but why are we focusing on why I'm here when your aurors failed to catch an intruder invading their offices?"

"Excuse me?" He quickly interjected. "That's a sudden shift from your predicament son."

It would be a risk, but he'd hope Moody would focus on Harry's sudden topic change since he probably knew he was here because of Dumbledore. There weren't really any other wizards or witches who would order Harry to infiltrate the Aurors office. It was either that or Harry had truly lost it.

"Obviously it's a shift, but seriously?" Harry commentated as he took off his invisibility cloak and smirked at Moody. "A fifteen-year-old managed to stay undetected. While I had an invisibility cloak, Sirius who was an auror told me that those who were aurors could find people who tried to remain undetected with either a cloak or a disillusionment charm.

"So, whatever happened to your "CONSTANT VIGILANCE"?"

Moody truly looked like his namesake as his eye began buzzing all around his eye socket.

"I easily managed to catch you, Potter." Moody growled as his eye stopped buzzing and looked dead straight at Harry.

"Well, that's true I suppose." "But that's not exactly fair, is it? You're a legend in the auror business. In my case, only the best auror managing to detect me, when all of them should've been able to catch me."

"I'd also want to point out, that we know Voldemort has returned, so it's a sad state of affairs knowing we're getting closer and closer to war, and these are our aurors?

Harry spoke in a smug tone he was sure if Snape heard him, he would call him an insufferable brat. But then again, Snape always spoke to Harry in that way. It would probably be weirder if Snape suddenly was nice to Harry.

"What are you getting at?" Moody said as his wand was still pointed at Harry.

"Well, here's the deal. You let me go and I'll only take a select few things from this office."

"And why would I do that laddie?" Moody quickly interrupted him as he moved closer to Harry.

Harry was struggling as he was nearing closer, wondering if he was soon going just stun him, before recomposing himself.

"Because we both know Dumbledore is the reason why I'm here and if you let me go you can give hell to your department," Harry said gleefully as he'd imagine some of the order members would get crushed by Moody.

Tonks had laughed at Harry's misfortune over Sirius's and Remus's evil syllabuses. If Moody agreed, he would shred them to pieces if an intruder was caught inside and didn't get caught.

Moody looked at Harry before lowering his wand. "I suppose Albus is making you join the order then?"

Harry only nodded as he looked directly into his eyes, not afraid to fight if it really came to it.

Moody only smirked at him before slightly lowering his guard (as much as his paranoid nature could make him do). "Well, son I'd say you would be a good addition to the order with your skills at remaining undetected." Moody complimented.

Harry looked satisfied and began making his toward Kingsley's badge and Tonks's sandwich. When he had the proof, he had invaded the office and (for the most part) succeeded at infiltrating the office.

When he was finished, he nodded at Moody before continuing to the exit before Moody interrupted him.

"You have a good tool with your cloak laddie." Moody began as his eye was transfixed on Harry. "If I were you, I would remember it doesn't matter if you curse them in a fight or curse them from behind. The result still ends with the person you cursed on the ground. There's no honour in fights to the death son."

Moody motioned Harry to the door, and Harry walked out of it pondering Moody's wisdom. While cowardly to curse someone who has their back turned, he'd only imagine he would ever do it towards Death Eaters. And they wouldn't miss a chance to curse someone who couldn't block the spell incoming.

"Of course, Moody. I'll consider your advice," He took on his cloak and went to the elevator, where he pressed the button to go to the atrium.

He knows he can't beat the likes of the death eaters. The inner circle had years of experience of being in a guerilla war. But even the best duellist and the most talented with their wands, can still be caught off guard.

It's a shame he can't do the same to Voldemort. By surviving and defying him twice, Voldemort would want to kill Harry himself. And he would never get caught off guard in a fight. With Harry surviving twice, Voldemort would want to kill him as a priority.

But that doesn't mean the death eaters, who will be the predators in the upcoming war, can still become the prey from Harry's effort. All he must do is never let them see him coming.

As Harry reached the atrium and prepared himself to exit the building, he briefly stopped and contemplated on how all this had happened. He was the one destined to fight Voldemort. To fight an enemy so evil, so twisted that the wizarding population of Britain was too afraid to even utter his name after he had been defeated.

Harry swallowed hard as in normal situations; he would just be at school. Of course, it wouldn't be peaches and cream, as most of Hogwarts would probably believe him to be an absolute nutter. But he would still be just a Hogwarts student, albeit a rather famous one, but still just a student.

As Harry entered the telephone box to go exit the ministry, he took his badge from his pocket and squeezed it hard, as he'd imagined his retribution. Hogwarts was the only thing that made him enjoy life, even when he faced dangerous situations, only he had gotten himself into at his school.

He wouldn't have met his friends if he didn't have magic and he would be stuck with the Dursleys. Despite the dangers he faced at school, he'd take it all over being at the Dursleys at the summer. And now because of a buffoon, he lost Hogwarts too.

His childhood is now over. There's no time for worrying about getting his O.W.L.S; training to beat Slytherin in quidditch or playing chess or exploding snap with his classmates.

All that was in front of Harry was Voldemort and the upcoming war. He may still be a child in people's eyes, but he was still going to fight.

When Harry returned to Grimmauld's Place, he was satisfied. There was a schedule for a meeting later in the evening where he would join his first meeting. Honestly, just knowing, no matter how small on what's with Voldemort would quench his thirst for what's going on.

He was curious about what Sirius was going to say at the first night he arrived, about something with a weapon. It was a shame Mrs. Weasley interrupted him before he could tell him what it was all about.

He didn't want to risk Sirius and him being separated, because he asked questions about the order. Sirius was one of the main reasons why he hadn't gone insane yet, and Harry believed Sirius felt the same way. He briefly wondered how Sirius would have been if he had been stuck inside Grimmauld's Place alone.

One of the most frustrating things about living in the headquarters of the Order, was the fact that most of them showed Harry so much pity. He had enough of that from the day Hermione and the Weasley's left for Hogwarts, so he didn't want anymore.

So, to combat the problem Harry just locked himself in his room where he practised non-verbal magic. While its tedious, he was slowly making progress. There wasn't really anything else to do in the house, so studying he did.

Harry picked up a book from the floor, to see if there were anything he had missed. The room was a mess, littered with books and runes carved into a mass number of papers that were overall in the room.

Being confined in Grimmauld's Place reminded him of the summers of being stuck with the Dursley's. While he had access to most of the rooms (that Sirius deemed safe) it truly was a depressing place to live. Just like Sirius, he began to hate Grimmauld's Place.

The eery house, a muttering house elf that was spewing insults left and right, the sad state of the house because Kreacher refused to clean and Sirius's mother's painting screeching if a slightly loud noise woke her up.

Sirius had told him his family was a bunch of nutters, and being stuck in Sirius's childhood house, he had to agree. Maybe their madness was their collapse? Only Sirius was the last branch of the Blacks that were still alive.

Only Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy were alive, one of them being confined in Azkaban, and getting tortured by dementors till she dies and the other one being Draco Malfoy's mother.

Harry sighed and stared into his arithmancy theory. Just like all the others who tried to make sense of magical numbers, they were greatly disappointed. Bridget Wenlock was the first one to discover the magical properties of seven.

It was deemed the most magical of all the numbers. Wizards and witches on average showed their first magical signs of being magical at that age. And it was the same for Harry too. He had turned his teacher's wig blue by accident. While his aunt and uncle had never liked him, they truly began to hate him after that incident.

Harry shook his head and stared out of the window. Hedwig had gone out for hunting, so he didn't have her to vent to. He truly felt Hedwig understood him. She made him not go insane in the summers, and he was entirely grateful for having his white snowy owl in his life.

Harry felt himself moving towards the master bedroom, as he left his messy room full of stuff from a Slytherin alumni.

As he entered the room, he saw Buckbeak lying on the floor. Sirius had told him the master bedroom was one of the few places that Kreacher actually cleaned, but with how it looked you'd think a bomb had exploded in the room. The wallpapers were ruined with claws running all over them, and there were feathers over the room.

Harry whistled a quiet tune and got the attention of Buckbeak. As he got Buckbeak's attention he bowed down before seeing the shadow of the hippogriff bowing his head.

"Hey Buckbeak," Harry stroked Buckbeak's feathers as the hippogriff cawed to get more attention. He felt for Buckbeak, just like he and Sirius the hippogriff were confined in the Black's ancestral house. It was satisfying seeing Sirius's mother's room being used as a space keep for a hippogriff with how obnoxious she is when she's screeching.

Harry was unsure how long time had passed at the master's bedroom, but he was distracted by a familiar voice.

"Harry, you ready for tonight?" He looked knowing more time had passed than he expected, as Sirius was standing in the doorway.

"I think so. I am curious if they will still object to me being there because I'm fifteen." Harry looked upon Sirius as he entered the room and bowed to Buckbeak, right as he bowed back and gave a satisfied squeak.

"I think there will be some objections, Harry." Sirius said while looking thoughtfully. "But the thing is that Dumbledore wants you in the meeting right, so you'll be fine either way.

"I guess," Harry conceded. "I am worried about how Mrs. Weasley will react though," Harry shook his head and moved away from Buckbeak where he sat on the bed with Sirius following.

"It's because you care for her, Harry," Sirius said with a serious look on his face.

Harry swallowed and nodded meekly. "She is the closest thing to a mother I have ever gotten."

Sirius closed his eyes, preparing to give him an answer. While he had gotten to know Sirius much better since August, he knew Sirius to be proud and was quite brash. But he often had pearls of wisdom he could give to Harry that he always appreciated.

"Well, I can see both your points Harry. You want to join the order as you feel you have nothing else to do, and she doesn't want somebody she sees as a family member to join an organization that fights terrorists as a fifteen-year-old."

Harry recognized he had a point, but he wouldn't back down from this. It was a terrible situation for everybody, but with the expulsion it was inevitable. According to the prophecy he had to fight Voldemort eventually, so they couldn't just hide him forever.

"How about you Sirius, how do you feel about it," He was curious about what Sirius opinion was. He'd hoped he wouldn't disapprove as much, as he has now really grown to appreciate their relationship.

"I want you to know what's going on, Harry." He said with a sincere look on his face. "I'm not thrilled that you will want to join and do missions, but I know you well enough now, you'll do them either way."

"I'd rather just swallow my protectiveness feelings over you, rather than alienate you by trying to stop something you are going to do, no matter what anyone says."

Harry only nodded, thankful that someone he really cared about wouldn't object and cause a rift between them.

Time passed, as neither of them moved, nor talked as they embraced the silence. No words were needed, as they both were there for each other. Despite the tragic circumstances that happened to both, neither would give up.

"Alright, it's starting soon, Harry."

He could only shake his head and sat up from the floor. Buckbeak stared into his eyes and gave him a screech to help his nerves.

"Hey, Sirius," Harry said as he stared into Sirius's grey eyes. "Will you have my back?

Sirius only returned his look with a solemn look, as he gazed into Harry's green eyes.

"Always, Harry. No matter what happens, I'll always stand beside you."

Ever since he had met Harry in the shrieking shack after he had escaped from Azkaban, he had cherished the time he had with the boy.

It was one of the biggest regrets he had with him going after the rat. He had missed so much from Harry's life. It was painful, seeing his own godson's eyes burning with hatred directed at him. However, with him and Remus proving that the Weasley boy rat was Pettigrew, he managed to rescue him from a certain kissed doom.

When he inquired Harry about the tale, he'd found out he used a time turner to save him from the doom.

The feats he had done were often jaw-dropping. But it was heartbreaking seeing him after he returned to Grimmauld's Place. To see someone who fended off a dementor and saved both himself and his cousin and getting expelled for it.

Seeing his face begin to leak, as he poured his eyes out to him and Remus was something, he never wanted to see. The temptation to go and kill Fudge for what he had done to his Godson was huge, but he had to be there for Harry.

But seeing him after disheartening. He was unsure, if the others caught on too or if they didn't want to point it out. But ever since the day after he was expelled, he was wearing a mask. Despite, joking around with the other kids about quidditch, and not needing to stick to a schedule anymore, you could see his pained look if you looked closely enough.

While he never showed it to his friends (which took an extreme amount of persistence, if you asked him) when nobody was talking to him you could sometimes see his eye darken, before going back to his fake look.

The façade totally broke when the others left for Hogwarts. He wasn't in the basement, but he could hear Harry's anguish and despair. But after September 1st, Harry stopped mock complaining about what they were doing. It was as if a light was switched, because while he was always focused, he was truly dialed in after.

He was, however, unsure how to feel. His godson was forced to grow up than a normal child was supposed to. A fifteen-year-old should be worried about taking their O.W.L.S. not being worried about a Dark Lord wanting to kill him.

But learning about the school years he had endured, he wasn't like the others, despite how often he complained about it. Just by being the Boy-Who-Lived he would get a lot of attention, but with him encountering Voldemort three times in four years he had endured things a lot of grown adults could never claim to have done.

As Sirius walked down to the kitchen for the order meeting, he was uncertain how it would go. Most of them would probably be shocked, and some would object to him being there.

But, with him living at the headquarters of the order, he found it idiotic to not tell him any information.

But this is something Harry had insisted he wanted to do. He can only hope Harry doesn't come into extreme danger as he had experienced previously in his life.

Sirius shook his head and walked into the kitchen. He had promised to have Harry's back, and he wouldn't break his promise.

As a godfather, he would stand beside him.