Soooooo sooooooo sorry for this begin so late!

So much has happened, including a lot of coursework and so much homework I'm surprised I could breathe…10 months!

Also, the Writer's practically plugged me up, but there is a trickle. JK herself had Writer's block for like two years apparently, or something like that.

Songs are copyright of their owners.

(And I mightn't be sticking with the things I listed for this chapter - nope, not really at all, lol)

Warnings for swearing.

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People sometimes said that the probability of something happening was the chance of there being a cold day in hell.

The day whenever Minerva McGonagall's clothes were made into a luminous pink cheerleader costume, and the day that she danced (rather questionably) with the Headmaster could be considered one of those days for all the students at Hogwarts.

Unfortunately for the Marauding Trio, who were currently making their damning walk towards the Transfiguration classroom, apparently the people in hell decided for a little change in plans…helped along by themselves of course, but one does not panic over such small details when on pain of death and dissection.

Harry could have sworn that even Peeves sent him a consoling look as he swooped past, away from Filch, but a brief flicker was all he caught…small details again not very important.

However, as if to make it worse, it was actually a very chilly day for October, and being stuck in a short pink skirt did not help Minerva's mood in the slightest.

And by the time they sat down, Godric was talking to him in his head, helping him plan escape routes by the nearest exits, including the window.

Being twelve floors up, Harry considered that plan B for now.

But he was willing to do it if the time came.

"You think she'd find it funny?" Ron asked nervously, running his hands through his hair, which had slowly grown darker in shade since the previous year.

Hermione looked at Harry, obviously hoping for a yes, but also believing it was a no.

"Not a chance. It would be a cold day in hell when she enjoys that."

A slam and the sounds of heavy footsteps turned the now deathly-silent class towards their steaming Professor, who walked in with as much dignity as she could muster.

And, in a motion that would have made even Snape proud, turned to face the class.

"Turn to page 394."

The class was already at the right page by the time she finished articulating.

"Today, we shall be discussing, and demonstrating, human transfiguration."

The Trio looked at each other in fear, which Minerva noticed with a flash of amusement.

One Transfiguration and embarrassment deserved another.

"This particular session involves human transfiguration into animals - from butterflies to dragons - however, this can have certain effects. For example, one's hearing may be sensitised, or strength may be increased. Also, ears and tails, even wings, have been known to stay on for a length of time longer."

The class paled.

"So, with that said, are there any volunteers?"

Not a person twitched, fearing that a slight movement may bring the woman's attention (and wand) upon them.

"None at all?" She asked, obviously having expected this.

Ron, obviously more scared than everyone else in the room, done the only thing he could to secure he would be safe.

He kicked Harry in the leg.

"Ah!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his ankle (the spot he had been kicked) while glaring at Ron, who looked away innocently.

"Mr Potter, I'm glad you volunteered, please step up to the front."

Harry gave Ron a look that clearly said he would pay, to which the red head, at the moment, smiled at, for having saved his bacon at the present time.

Harry could already hear his Dad and Sirius pitch in ideas.

He stood up slowly, now looking at his Grandmother who was in 'strict teacher' mode (even in her current state of dress, which looked nothing less than having gotten dressed in the dark, with help from Dobby - which reminded him he would have to talk to the elf soon), although a small ray of amusement was shining through.

Harry said a silent prayer to any higher deity that he would survive the next couple of minute.

"Now, since Mr Potter…volunteered…," Ron coughed. "We shall begin one of a series of demonstrations," Ron then turned pale, "Beginning with turning Mr Potter into a snake, and ending with…say Mr Weasley as a ferret." Ron looked faint, and Harry hid a grin.

She then turned back towards Harry, whose grin died faster than the speed of sound, and instructed him to stand still before she waved her wand, and a dark green light engulfed him.

He felt himself shrink, his arms retracted and several other things, and before he knew it, he was indeed a snake.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand a word they were saying around him, despite the curious looks.

"Bugger…damn this snake thing…"

'I will pretend I didn't hear that.'

'What…who is this?'

'I believe we have only met the once, whenever that Gryffindor imbecile decided to take all the credit for out school.'

'Salazar Slytherin…what are you speaking to me for? And why only when I'm a snake?'

'The second answer would be because dear Gryffindor is afraid of snakes and refuses to stay to speak to you in this form. The second of these answers would be that you may be a Gryffindor dunderhead, but also a partly Slytherin dunderhead as well, thanks to my Heir - who I shall not truly get into speaking about at the moment - and partly become of some distant blood relation - however, I believe, and I have dreaded saying this for many years to any child, we need to talk.'

'Um…ok…'

'What you may not have heard before, is that I am what people like to call Fate. I have an influence of the way people's lives, effectively, are lived. However, what the people who chose the jobs forgot to realise, whenever they put Godric as Destiny, is that the man regularly screws up, and rushes into things nineteen times out of twenty.'

'You can say that again.'

'And, with you and your friends, Godric has made one heck of a mistake.'

Harry was silent.

'As while you are indeed his Heir, as well as the Heir of Merlin, you are my Heir also.'

'Well, that's certainly interesting…I really should be shocked, you know, but I just can't be…I am just getting used to all this…you said something about my friends as well?'

'Indeed. What you have never been told, as has no-one else, is that a Prophecy was made many thousands of years, concerning the Heir of the Legends, with his 'league of warriors' if you will. This league consists of the representative Heirs, friends of the Heir, who help defend the world from a great evil. This also consists of those you select to fight, to be known as the 'Order of the Dragon', due to the Founders' love of those Magical Creatures.'

'Still not surprised…I can pick out in my mind already who these people are - should I assemble them?'

'What you have to understand is that the chosen must be trained as early as possible, and while one is indeed the right age, the others' time of power inheritance has come and gone.'

'…and that's what we blame Godric for?'

'That is exactly what we blame Godric for. Now, because of this, there are several options from these representative Heirs, and as their Leader and true Heir, you must select one of several paths, none of which are easy. It is also your job, apart from this, to train the Order of the Dragon, and these Heirs, yourself, and this is not currently possible, not even within your trunk.'

Harry was aware of the time slowly passing around him, and he was aware he didn't have much choice in the matter.

'And they need to be trained by me? Myself?'

'Basically, yes. Otherwise, when the time comes, the Prophecy will not correctly come to pass. And that would be a most disastrous thing for the future of the Wizarding World.'

'You're not making this any easier.'

'I know.'

Silence.

'What are my options?'

'The first is to do something similar to what your friends Hermione did…to travel back several months in time, into your old body, so that your friends would receive their inheritance on your birthday. However, this would still take a month of two to fully develop in them at this time, for some unusual reason. However, this would also help you establish yourself as Heir of Slytherin in the eyes of the public, instead of the Heir of Gryffindor, despite that you are, another would represent that, and true Heritages would be revealed later.

'The second is less extreme, but I must say it is not the best idea. What this is, is that that you would share your power amongst them, they would be fairly strong, a lot less stronger than Albus and Tom, about half of their power weaker, but still strong for any Wizard or Witch. You would stay in this time, but it would be too inconvenient to train so many people in so short a time. You would of course still be strong, but not nearly as strong as before - I would still say a very high level however, so that would not be too big a concern however, unless you did something drastic.'

'They've trained themselves…' Harry started.

'No offence, Harry, but despite some being fit, and one being 'swotted up', they could not last a minute in a Battle against a Death Eater. I don't mean to offend their skills, but they need to train properly. And in Muggle fighting as well. This is no joke now, this is War. You must take every advantage.'

'What's the final option?'

'The final option is that you would go to the beginning of July, into your old body. From there you would contact the necessary people and would sort out training, admittedly away from the Order's watchful eye and under the watchful eye of yourself. You already know what they need to be taught. And once you gain access to your trunk once again and your powers, you shall be able to develop yourself further. I believe that you have not studied Occlumency (sorry if I've said otherwise before), and that shall take up to a year to fully complete, before you could even begin to call yourself a proper Occlumens.'

'What would my powers be like from my birthday? And the others?'

'When your birthday would arrive, you would be more powerful than Albus Dumbledore, the thought-to-be strongest wizard in the world, by a good amount. Not a chip on your old amount of course, but you would never have used such power in a lifetime, and you would have all the power you would need. Your friends would be about as strong as Tom, who is less powerful than Albus by a minimal amount. It would then be your choice of what you release to the public.'

'And I have no other choice?'

'Of course. If you choose none, I can guarantee that you would survive…your friends and all those you care about would be murdered however. You would slowly go mad in despair, and eventually kill yourself. I would therefore recommend one of the first three.'

That was clearly obvious to Harry.

'I would choose the last…when would I be going?'

'About now…however, and this is very important, be very careful of what you decide to choose again. The enemy surprised is the enemy who quicker underestimates his opponents. By the way, myself and Godric shall remember this…make sure you make the most of it.'

'Wait!'

'Yes?'

'Well, I'll be bored at the hell-hole of Privet Drive…would you guys talk to me there? It's better than just doing nothing really…'

'We would be delighted. Oh, and just so you should know, you'll be scrawny again, so you better get in shape.'

And before Harry could think another this, his world went black for a second, before he opened his eyes once more, and found himself sitting quietly in the car of one, Vernon Dursley.

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I really like the idea of doing something like that, myself, and I will put up a new story for this series, Harry Potter and the Order of the Dragon, up a.s.a.p.

It leads off from this, and I have so many good ideas for it :D.

Please review, and keep and eye out for the new one, and for a summer that Harry will never forget.

(And yes, you will see Minerva in something flattering and pink:D)

You may ask why I did it, and that's for several reasons.

For one, again, because I like the idea, and two, because I think the way I've done things won't lead properly to his seventh year. And I know you all want to see more Fred and George, Bill and Charlie, and more Voldie, so I'll definitely deliver.