Harry Potter and the Order of Three

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

'cept the plot!

Warnings: HP/HG/RW pairing, swearing (as is my usual) and any other shit you guys seem to find even in the way GRAMMAR is used.

Set in sixth year.

There will be Dumbledore bashing, I may like him but he did hold out on a lot in the Fifth book.

LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!

By the way this came to me after a particularly bad headache caused by listening to bagpipes being played right next to my ear in a pub so I may not be to happy when reading flames.

This is just the Prologue!

Harry James Potter, the-boy-who-lived, sat on his piece of crap bed at Number Four Privet Drive looking at the broken mirror his Deceased Godfather, Sirius Black, the innocent convicted murderer, had given him. (Wow, long sentence). Harry's hair was greasy, resembling Snape's ugly as hell hair, his cheeks were drawn, there were bags under his eyes and bruises on his arms from where Vernon had griped his arm while dragging him up the stairs and into his room after getting home (although he couldn't really call it home, his home was only where Hermione and Ron were) from the train station. And with a terse order that he'd send a letter every three days or be starved, Vernon had locked him in, using all ten of the locks on his door.

Harry's face hardened with resolve and he clenched his fists, the broken glass cutting in to his skin, making drops of blood flow from his hand and on to the floor.

"Dumbldore'll pay for what he's done." Was the whispered promise that filled him with a need to prove everyone wrong about him, he would train to fight Voldemort and he would win.

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Hermione Granger lay on her bed, thoughts jumbled in her head but stood out among the thoughts of homework and the war, 'I hope Harry is okay.' Standing up she walked to her school trunk and opened it, she rummaged around until she found what she was looking for, a picture of her, Harry, and Ron that they'd asked Colin Creevey to take of them, they were waving while sitting on a bench, Hermione was sitting on Harry's lap, her legs draped across Ron's lap, Harry's right arm was around her shoulders and his left was around Ron's shoulders, Ron himself was hugging Hermione from behind with an arm around Harry. Since the picture was moving it showed them falling off in a heap Hermione underneath Ron and Harry's chests laughing at the two lanky boys who were tangled up in their cloaks. They each had a copy of that picture because it was their favorite one.

Tears fell on the glass covering.

Hermione collapsed on the floor sobbing.

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Ron Weasley flipped through a Chudley Cannons Quidditch book which he'd normally be paying attention to but wasn't because his thoughts were on his two best friend from whom he'd been separated by Dumbledore who wouldn't let them come to the Burrow until the last week of August. Ron let out a groan of frustration, he knew Harry or Hermione would have nightmares and he would be there to help them. They too wouldn't be there to help him, because he too had nightmares, they all did since first year, and each year they slowly got worse. They meaning himself and Hermione for some reason had the same "prophetic" (here he laughed in a sort of morbid amusement) dreams as Harry which was why he really wanted to be with them right now, the three of them couldn't really be without each other which had shown during the TriWizard Tournament in fourth year.

Standing up Ron started writing a letter too Harry and then one to Hermione.

Harry was woken from his nightmare by a pecking on his window Pig, Ron's owl, was there with two letters for him. Opening the window he let the flustered bird in and took the letters from him before he went to Hedwig's cage and getting some water under the disdainful (can owls even be disdainful?) gaze of the aforementioned owl.

Harry chuckled at the antics of the birds and opened the letter from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're doing you're homework, but that's not why I'm writing, we, meaning Ron and me have decided that we're going to get you out of that horrible house and train with you and don't you dare think you can do it with out me and Ron, because you know you can't! (Here he snorted of course he knew he couldn't, he wasn't that stubborn!) Next week on Tuesday at lunch Ron and I will be going to the Leaky Cauldron to talk and you will do what you do best, you will sneak out on the Knight Bus with your cloak and your trunk and you will stay at the Leaky Cauldron with me and Ron, and no arguing! We will explain the rest of our plan further, and in person, just in case. Get some sleep and meditate you know it helps some. I'm sorry I and Ron aren't there to help but we'll see you soon!

Love, Hermione xoxo

Harry smiled and shook his head at Hermione's bossy attitude; it was her way of trying to help him. He definitely would be going to the Leaky Cauldron; Hermione would never let him live it down otherwise. He opened Ron's letter and smiled it was very funny for Ron to be ordering him around,

Hiya Mate!

Hermione and me have agreed that we're in this war together no matter what so we're going to train alongside you whether you like it or not! As Hermione's already told you what we're going to do I suggest you get some sleep after meditating, it does help. Uh oh Mum's calling I have to go DeGnome the garden so I'll see you in three and ½ days I guess!

Ron W.

Harry smiled Ron and Hermione's letters always cheered him up, they really were 'The Golden Trio' as everyone had started calling them, they always worked together and had complete trust in each other once things were explained.

"BOY! GET DOWN HERE AND WEED THE BACKYARD!!!"

Harry sighed and stood, ready to do another days work in the hot sun, knowing his luck he'd get a really bad sunburn.

Okay this is all for now, I will try to update this as soon as possible which I think given evidence of my other stories will be in a week, so sorry if you're demands aren't met !

-I'm mean I know!