Harry Potter and The order of Phoenix-Unseen

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Chapter 5- The Order of the Phoenix

                “What happened?” asked Harry groggily as he rubbed his eyes. Suddenly he remembered Voldemort and Wormtail and he sprang to his feet. “Where are they!? Where are they!?” he cried.

                “Harry it’s okay!” said Mrs. Figg. “The snakes are gone now.” She walked over to him and waved her arm in the direction of a chair. It immediately popped up behind Harry, and he sat down in it.

                Obviously they didn’t know who Harry was referring to. He had completely forgotten about the snakes, and the ambush that had occurred. He was trying to ask where Voldemort and Wormtail were, but Sirius interrupted.

                “A baby Hallython bit you, Harry, and caused you to hallucinate,” said Sirius. “I forgot that baby Hallythons are stored inside the mother, so when I used the magnet spell, I accidentally pulled them out.” Sirius looked very depressed, he must have felt as though the ambush was all his fault. Just then, Harry feel and iciness on his arm where the Hallython bit him. He looked over and saw Professor Lupin rubbing his wand over Harry’s snake bite wound. The cut slashed blue for a second, and then it just disappeared.

                “He’s all fixed up Sirius,” said Professor Lupin. “You don’t need to worry,”         

                “We were all concerned when you started moving all over the place,” said Mrs. Figg quietly. “The Hallython must’ve caused you to hallucinate, but Sirius thought something had possessed you. Never seen him so worried in his life.”

                “What did you see Harry?” asked Sirius.

                Harry, who didn’t want Sirius to worry about getting caught because of a dream he had about Voldemort, said, “I don’t remember.” Harry still wanted to know why he was called here, and he didn’t want that cut short because of a silly hallucination.

                Suddenly, another blue flash appeared next to Harry, and he looked over. Professor Lupin was rubbing his wand on the place where the snake impaled him, and it apparently took more magic to heal than Harry’s wound because of the brighter flash. There was a scar there for only a second, but that disappeared almost instantly.

                “Professor Lupin-,” began Harry before he was cut off.

                “Remus Harry, just Remus,” he said. “I’m not your teacher anymore, and I think we are familiar enough to be on a first name basis.”

                “Okay, uh… Remus. Why were you attacked by that Hallython?” asked Harry. From the look on his face, this was apparently something Lupin didn’t really want to tell him, but he sighed, and spoke:

                “Well Harry, I got a letter from Arabella (he pointed to Mrs. Figg) and she said the Dursleys had left you home alone. I didn’t bother to read the rest that said you were with the Weasleys and you’d come to her. I immediately came to the Dursley’s house and barged in while someone else was in there.”

                “Who was there?” asked Harry.

                “Peter Pettigrew, or as he is known now, Wormtail,” shuddered Lupin. “He shot the Hallython at me, but not before I hit him with a Stupefy. It prevented him from kidnapping me, but not from apparating away. I immediately came over here and… well… you know the rest.” Harry waiting a few seconds to take all this in, then he responded.

                “But, how did Wormtail know I was there, and how did he know I would’ve been home alone?” There was a few seconds of silence.

                “That, Harry, is still a mystery,” said Lupin. No one spoke for about a minute, until Harry once again broke the silence.

                “Anyway, why am I here?” he asked.

                “Well, it’s a good thing you’re sitting Harry because if you weren’t I’d ask you to. This is a long story,” said Mrs. Figg.

                “Well, I’ve only got another month left until I got to go back to Hogwarts, so don’t make it that long,” replied Harry. Everyone forced a  laugh. Mrs. Figg spoke again.

                “Harry, the reason you’re here begins before even Hogwarts was founded, before even Godric Gryffindor was born, well over 2,000 years ago. It is a story that has been passed down from each generation to the next.” Harry was listening with intent, Sirius and Lupin were half listening, they both were looking tired, they must have heard this before.

                “It started with a man named Garde Delafer. In his time, phoenixes were hunted, both for sport and for their healing powers. While a phoenix’s tears are powerful healers, the actual phoenix, when put into a potion, is millions of time more powerful than its tears. Because of the intense hunting of them, the phoenixes were slowly but surely going from rare and endangered to extinct.

                “Only one man, Garde, cared about the phoenixes for other reasons than their bodies for potions. He felt it was important for future generations to experience the beauty of a phoenix. He believed there was nothing on this earth that could compare with the splendor of a phoenix. So, to help them, he joined a group that hunted phoenixes for sport. This way, he would know where and when to find and save them.

                “One day, a giant phoenix hunting expedition was planned, and it was a massive one, bigger than any other before. The hunting group had discovered an enormous pack of phoenixes that had eluded them ever since the group was founded. There were over one hundred phoenixes in that pack, and if the group managed to kill them all, they would make more money than any of them could possibly imagine, the phoenix species would be extinct, and Garde’s dream would be over.

                “Well, the group did succeed in planning and developing the expedition strategy and Garde had to find some way to stop it. He first tried to sink the ship (brooms that could travel distances that far were not invented yet) that was taking them all there by putting a small hole in the bottom of the ship. It was too small to be noticed easily, but large enough to left a good deal of water in.

                “Unfortunately, the room that Garde put the hole in was converted into a cargo hold and a large box covered the hole he made, making it useless. Not a drop of water got inside the ship. But, Garde did not give up, he had another plan. When the ship landed and set up camp, the other men partied, anticipating the large sum of money they would receive when they sold the phoenixes: just one was worth a thousand times its weight in galleons.

                “While they were feasting and partying, Garde snuck into their leader’s tent and stole the maps that showed where the phoenixes were. He magicked the maps so that they were inaccurate, and his plan would be that the men would wander aimlessly, unable to find the phoenixes, until they decided to return home.

                “It seemed like a good plan, but the next morning, when they set out, all of them men were terribly drunk. They tried to follow the inaccurate maps, but they instead went the correct path, and found the cave where the phoenixes were. However, all was not lost.

                “Garde had one last plan, a suicidal plan. He would make the cave fall in, and they would all be crushed, but the phoenixes, who dwelt far back into the cave, would be saved. That day, they all went into the cavern, drunk as ever, trying to find their way to the pack. As soon as one of the men blurted out that he saw a dim flame up ahead, all of them started to run towards it, while Garde used a Siragus Spell on the ceiling.

                “It was chaos, rocks were falling everywhere, men were yelling, blood was spraying, and all the while, Garde was trying to get passed the group to the phoenixes, just to try and see a real one in the wild: not the skin of one, or one from a zoo. Just as it appeared that he got passed the falling rocks, he stopped for a second and rested. But, the leader of the phoenix hunting group saw Garde use the Siragus Spell and with his last bit of energy, he threw a giant rock at Garde, and died. The rock knocked Garde unconscious, and the smaller rocks from the ceiling started to fall on him, practically crushing him to death.

                “Just when it seemed as though Garde was about to die, he heard beautiful music playing; it was as though there were one hundred wonderful symphonies playing at once. Garde looked up, and saw all of the phoenixes flying toward him. The one that was in front of the rest, however, was a golden color, and it was at least three times as large as the others. It came up to Garde, bent its head over him, and let a single giant tear roll down its cheek onto Garde. The second it touched him, he felt reborn, and gained the strength of fifty men. He easily lifted the rocks off himself, and stood up, in awe of the creature that was before him.

                ‘Man,’ spoke the golden phoenix, ‘you risked your own life to spare ours, why?’

                ‘Because, I want other generations to experience your beauty,’ he responded.

                ‘You speak with the wisdom of many years,’ said the Phoenix, ‘even though you are so young. Since you sacrificed yourself for us, we are in your debt. Tell us one thing you desire.’ All of the phoenixes were still and the only movement was their flames flowing.

                ‘All I want is for my children, their children, and their children to know and love your splendor,’ spoke Garde.

                ‘Very well then,’ said the golden phoenix, ‘to let them experience it better, we will give each member of your bloodline an Order. This Order will allow that person to heal one other of anything, even death if it is necessary, and enough magic is used. However, each person in your bloodline shall only get one Order as we are unable to go all over the world healing people every second. Mankind would get suspicious, and we want to keep our location secret.’

                ‘Thank you,’ said Garde. ‘I did not expect such kindness,’ .

                ‘Nor us from you,’ it responded.

                “And that’s how the story goes, Harry. Each person in Garde’s family has had an Order, and thus was established the Order of the Phoenix; all the people in Garde’s family are in it. Now, however, Garde’s family is so far spread all over the world, you can’t tell who is part of the Order and who’s not. Anyone you meet could possibly be part of it. You’ve already met four of them, Harry.” Harry, who had been silent the whole time, now spoke.

                “Who? I don’t know anyone,” he said.

                “Yes you do,” she said, “they’re in this room right now.” Harry looked around the room. Sirius, Lupin, and Mrs. Figg were all members of the Order of the Phoenix?

                “You mean, you three are part of this Order?” he asked.

                “Yes Harry, all of us… and you,” said Sirius half-asleep.

                “ME!” said Harry. “No way, I would have known before!”

                “How would you, you didn’t even know about the Order until just a few minutes ago,” said Sirius.

                “Actually Harry,” said Lupin, “none of us even knew you were until recently.”

                “How did you find out?” asked Harry.

                “Well Harry,” said Lupin, “I was down in Diagon Alley one day when I came to a pawn shop. I looked around and something caught my eye. It was your mom’s old schoolbook.” Lupin sat up off the chair, reached into his pocket, and took out a small old tattered book. He opened to a page with lots of tiny writing in it, and showed it to Harry.

                “It’s your mom’s family tree, Harry. She researched her genealogy all the way back to Garde. As soon as I saw this, I told Arabella and Sirius, and they decided on this meeting.”

                “But,” said Harry whose mind was now filled and buzzing with information, “if you are part of the Order of the Phoenix, and I am too, then we’re relatives! Why couldn’t I have stayed with you instead of the Dursleys?”

                “Because,” said Sirius, “the Dursley’s are much closer as relatives to you than any of us and the closer the family, the stronger the shield is.”

                But Harry hadn’t finished with his questions yet.

                “Hey, if my mom was part of the Order of the Phoenix, then why didn’t she use it to save herself or my dad after Voldemort killed them?”

                “Because there was another part to Garde’s deal with the phoenix, Harry,” said Mrs. Figg quietly and seriously. “The person could not have been, is, or would be evil.”

                “But my mom wasn’t evil!” yelled Harry quite loudly. Sirius, Lupin, and Arabella looked at each other with cheerless faces.

                “I guess that no one ever told you your mom’s history Harry,” said Mrs. Figg, “it’s not as pretty as Garde’s or your dad’s, but you have to know it to understand what’s going on.”

                “I want to know,” said Harry.

                “Alright Harry,” said Mrs. Figg. “I guess it starts over twenty years ago, when your mom was eleven years old and Voldemort was gaining power. No one really knows why, but when your mom was still quite young, he went to her house, changed into one of her friends, and went inside. After discussing several and irrelevant child topic with Lily in front of her parents, Voldemort and her went back to her room..

                “He knew that your mom was obsessed with magic. She had acquired a Standard Book of Spells for Seventh Years from an unknown person even earlier in her life, and she did not let her parents know about it. So, before Lily got her letter of acceptation to Hogwarts, he told her some false story that she wouldn‘t be allowed in unless she did what he told her to do..

                “She accepted before she even knew what the catch was. After she accepted, he told her. There was a man starting at Hogwarts: James Potter. Voldemort ordered Lily to befriend him, marry him, have a child, then give it to Voldemort. In return, Voldemort would ensure her arrival at Hogwarts. From that point on she became a Death Eater.

                “At first, all went according to plan. She did befriend James, and did marry him. However, after a while of being with him, Lily decided she liked her life with James, and did not want to give their son to Voldemort. By the time they had a son though, it was too late.

                “Voldemort came that night for you, Harry, and when he was not given you immediately, he attacked and killed James and Lily, and tried to kill you.”

                “But, Mrs. Figg-” Harry was cut off.

                “Harry please, Arabella,” she said.

                “Alright… Arabella, I still don’t understand, what this has to do with me. I mean, it’s nice to know that I’m part of this Order, and my mom’s history, but what do you need me for?” Lupin reached into his other pocket, and took out a newspaper. He unfolded it, and showed Harry the front page. It read:

Body of Lily Potter Found!

After years of searching, the body of Lily Potter has been found. As you know, Lily was James Potter’s wife, and died saving her son, Harry’s, life. Ever since that infamous night, when she and James were killed, there have been extensive searches for their bodies so that a memorial may be erected. A week after the attack, James’ body was found. Only a few ashes were discovered, but due to some special searching charms, they proved that that was all that was left of him. Lily’s remains were not that easy to find. Two years after the slaughter, all searches were discontinued due to lack of success, and the memorial was erected without any part of Lily Potter, until now.

Yesterday, three young students were practicing Quidditch in Godric’s hollow (where Lily and James lived). After a crazy Bludger knocked one player off his broom, his fall was broken by a hard white stone. After a bit more inspection, that white stone was revealed as Lily Potter’s skull, with the rest of her skeleton under the ground. Strangely enough, the skeleton was over five miles away from the Potter’s house. Inspection of this phenomenon is still going on, though inspectors assume that You-Know-Who did not stop at merely killing the couple, but blowing them into the air,

                “So you brought me here to tell me that there’s a monument for my parents?” asked Harry, feeling extremely confused.

                “NO!” all three yelled at once.

                “Harry!? Can’t you put two things together!?” said Sirius.

                “What? What am I missing?”

                “Harry!” yelled Sirius. “You can bring your mom back to life!”

TO  BE  CONTINUE

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