OMG WHY NOT? I don't even know okay? Just love the idea of this and it had to be done. So this fic will be set during the Order Of the Phoenix. If you want me to continue with the other books after this then let me know but I will wait and see what you think of this chapter first haha

Just a short chapter as like an intro into it all and all the main characters.

So basically Jake gave his life for Clarke when Voldemort came and that's why she didn't die, Abbey wasn't there at the time but came home to find Clarke alone. Raven is muggle born and Octavia is pureblood. Lexa's parents are death eaters and her cousin is Lincoln... Echo is there friend. Bellamy is a year older and hangs around sometimes. Jasper and Monty are Hufflepuff - cause why not?

I hope you enjoy haha

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Clarke subconsciously rubbed the scar shooting down her forehead with a wince and groaned at the parchment in front of her. The letter had arrived early that morning through her mother's owl and she was surprised to see the familiar slanted handwriting of her friend Octavia scrawled across the front.

The letter invited Clarke and her mother politely to Octavia's for Christmas and also held the offer of taking Clarke to Platform 9 ¾ in the morning due to Abby starting the early shift at St Mungos. All of this once again reminded her that another year would once again start not just two days from now.

Clarke looked up at her bed and grimaced at her half packed trunk and there to the floor where the other half lay awaiting her to shove it untidily inside. She placed the letter down on her nightstand and walked over to her desk where her cat was lounging with its black tail dangling off the side and watching her with half closed eyes. She ran her hand through the black fur and smiled when a dulcet purr reached her ears.

Her broom lay carefully across two chairs in the corner of her room and she realised how little effort she had made into packing. Clarke gazed down at the cat that had now rolled over onto his back so she could scratch his stomach. She rolled her eyes but complied and watched as the hooded eyes closed from where they had previously been watching her.

Wells had been named after one of her oldest friends. He died during a death eater attack aimed at his father and Abby had bought the cat as a way of Clarke holding onto something of her friend. At first she had ignored the black feline but when he had joined her in bed after a particularly hard day had caused tears to overwhelm her she concluded he wasn't that bad after all.

The sound of a door closing drew her attention and the familiar voice called up the stairs, "Clarke!"

She sighed and purposefully waited until her mother's voice sounded again before opening her door and making her way downstairs. Wells dropped down to the ground and slinked after her.

Abby was reading the Daily Prophet when she entered the kitchen but her tired eyes looked up from the page and smiled weakly, "I'm sorry I just wanted to spend some time with you before you leave tomorrow"

Clarke nodded and picked up a pieace of fruit and pulled herself up onto the counter, "I don't mind. Octavia's letter arrived after you left… She's invited us over for Christmas"

Her mother beamed at her looking honestly relieved not to be spending it alone again, "Oh how lovely. I'll make sure to send a return Owl before I go to bed"

She smiled at Abby then took in her dishevelled appearance and the way her teeth were nervously tugging on her bottom lip, "What is it?"

Abby sighed and closed the paper. Clarke's eyes landed on the front page where her own picture was looking back at her and she felt her heart drop. Ever since she witnessed the return of Voldemort before the start of summer the Prophet had been portraying her and Dumbledore as liars and dangerous criminals. Clarke wasn't worried, her friends believed her, and she was used to people staring at her but she knew Abby was worried. They still hadn't discussed what had happened in that graveyard but Clarke knew there were questions Abby was itching to know the answer to.

Clarke bit into the fruit and shrugged, "Nothing we haven't dealt with before"

"Not like this"

She gazed at her, "No… But I'll be damned if I let the Ministry push me around"

"Just… Be careful this year Clarke" Abby's hands were shaking slightly and it didn't go unmissed by Clarke.

"I will be" She promised, "I know how different this year is going to be"

"It's not just that Clarke. The Ministry don't want to even consider that You Know Who might be alive because of the fear and horror that means and right now they're more dangerous that even You Know Who. People in power who refuse to accept what's in front of them can do more damage than those who are openly against us"

"That, and Voldemort won't reveal himself"

Abby winced at the name but didn't comment on it, "No, well he wants to prepare himself first but people will know the truth soon Clarke… You'll see"

"People deserve to know the truth"

"I know"

"But they can't if Fudge won't accept it" Clarke snarled, "I can't believe he won't see reason"

Abby nodded and stepped closer to her daughter, "I know Clarke but he's scared and so he's in denial. Everyone is scared Clarke-"

"You can be scared and still try and defend yourselves!" Clarke snapped.

Her mother turned to the paper and flicked to one of the back pages and pointed to an article about the disappearance of a muggle family, "This is the reality Clarke and this is how it all started last time. You Know Who thrives with the fear and uncertainty that he creates and he won't reveal himself as long as he's getting that. People are scared Clarke. They're scared because they don't want to accept the fear that comes with him and the knowledge that this" She tapped the image of the family above, "Could be them and their loved ones"

Clarke nodded weakly and allowed her mother to pull her in for a tight hug, "I know you're scared mum…"

"Clarke I'm terrified, not for me, but for you! I'm terrified because of what his return means for you and I want nothing more than to take you away from all this. I can't do that though and I know that in reality Hogwarts is the safest place for you"

She smiled into her daughter's hair and rubbed it soothingly, "I just want you safe Clarke"

"I don't think that's an option here"

"No" Abby sighed, "I don't think it is either"

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She watched as Octavia coughed and spluttered before flapping her hand in an attempt to clear the smoke from her face. They were searching for Raven and failing miserably in the thick crowd of parents saying goodbye and students clambering on the train.

Clarke squinted into the distance and gripped the cat basket in her hand tightly along with the satchel slung over her shoulder. Their trunks were already on the train. She raised her hand and pointed to the brunette waving at them in the distance.

"There she is"

Octavia grinned and darted forward through the throng of people. Her brother Bellamy, a year older and a prefect, had already boarded the train with his friends. Clarke followed after her and smiled at Raven once she was close enough. The brunette broke from her hug with Octavia and pulled Clarke into one.

"Let's get a compartment and then we can catch up" Clarke nodded and followed her friends onto the train.

They led the way through the train carriage that was filled with students trying to spot their parents for a final goodbye. Raven finally found an empty one and lead the way inside. Clarke pushed the cat basket up into the over-head baggage holder and then turned to the door to push it shut blocking out the loud voices.

Octavia sighed and threw herself down beside the window followed a moment later by Raven, who leant back against the girl with her head on her lap and feet beside the door, which left Clarke with a seat to herself. The blonde stood up and let Wells out of his cage but he merely curled up asleep next to her as Clarke's hand fell to stroke him absentmindedly.

Raven turned to her and smiled, "So how was your summer?"

Octavia's eyes flickered over to her nervously and Clarke rolled hers, "Cut the crap. I know you two have seen the Prophet… By now I bet everyone has seen it"

Her smile dropped and she swallowed, looking up at Octavia briefly and then turned her gaze back to Clarke, "Okay fine I'm sorry. I just figured you wouldn't want to talk about it"

"I don't" She agreed, "But there's no point avoiding it… Besides my mother wouldn't let me out of the house, wouldn't tell me anything that wasn't in the prophet and your letters were pretty vague"

Clarke glared between her two friends who at least had the decency to look guilty about it. To her surprise it was Octavia that apologised first, "I'm sorry Clarke but Dumbledore told us not to and my mum said I could tell you once we were at Hogwarts… But I really did want to tell you everything"

She nodded and then looked to Raven who was agreeing with Octavia, "We really did Clarke but you know what Dumbledore's like and I'm sure he had his reasons but we can tell you everything you want to know now"

Clarke sighed. Better late than never she supposed, "So what has been happening? Has Dumbledore even been doing anything since last summer because it feels like the Prophet is winning with their side of this"

"Well of course that is how it looks to you! That's all you've read!" Raven's smirk vanished at her glare.

Octavia rolled her eyes and carried on, "What Raven means to say is the Ministry is leaning heavily on the Prophet to support their theory that you and Dumbledore are just a couple of crazy idiots that have made up the whole thing so Dumbledore can become Minister for Magic"

"But that's stupid!" Clarke spluttered, "Why would I lie about this?"

"I know" Octavia defended, "And we believe you but that's just what the Prophet is saying… As for what Dumbledore is doing, well of course he's been doing something, you didn't really think he's been doing nothing since you appeared out of that maze with Finn's dead body?"

Raven and Clarke winced at the memory and Octavia shot them apologetic looks, "I'm sorry but Dumbledore started recruiting people the moment you said he was back"

"Recruiting people for what?"

"The Order of the Phoenix!"

Octavia's eyes were sparkling with wonder but Clarke had no idea what the girl was on about. She shook her head, "I don't know what that is"

Raven shrugged, "Don't look at me. Muggle born, remember?"

The Blake scoffed, "I know you don't know. The Order was an army that Dumbledore formed during the first war to help against You Know Who and the death eaters" She explained.

"Obviously most of them are dead now but some are still alive and there are others, like Octavia's parents, that were too young then but gladly joined now" Raven continued.

Clarke nodded in understanding, "So who else is in it?"

"Your mum"

Her eyes widened, "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Like I said before, Dumbledore told us not too… Even Abby" Raven gave her a sympathetic glance before carrying on, "Most of the teachers are in it and there are a few aurors as well… They have meetings but we aren't allowed inside because we're underage and Mrs. Blake won't let Bellamy join. Despite his protests"

Octavia rolled her eyes, "Bell's been in protest since the meetings started"

"Where are the meetings held?"

The two shared a look, "What?"

"Well the thing is…"

Clarke laughed bitterly at their sheepish looks, "You're not allowed to tell me"

"Actually we can't" Octavia jumped in, "Only the secret keepers can do that and we're not one of them"

They settled into a comfortable silence as Clarke thought it all over. So whilst she had been locked up inside like a damsel in distress her friends and even her own mother had been keeping these secrets from her. She shook her head, why would Dumbledore not want her help? She was the one that watched Finn die. She was the one that survived Voldemort; Again. She was the one the prophet was ripping into… Or maybe that was just it; maybe he felt that Clarke wouldn't be able to handle it. Maybe he thought she was too fragile. Clarke sneered at the word. Surely by now she had proven herself worthy of at least knowing something.

The compartment door opened and Clarke glared at the three Slytherins standing there. At the front with her arms crossed, black jeans and robe already on was Lexa. Her father was one of the Death Eaters currently sitting in Azkeban prison and her mother had been present at the graveyard. She knew full well that Clarke was telling the truth. To her right stood Lincoln, her cousin, and to her left, Echo. The three friends weren't the worst Slytherins at Hogwarts, actually Clarke found them tolerable, but after the graveyard last year and the death of Finn she found Lexa's face was one of the last things she wanted to see right now. Lincoln stepped in front of his cousin and smiled at Octavia… It was no secret that the two liked each other and Raven had been holding a bet with Clarke for two years on how long it would take them to get together. Turns out, a long time. Echo shot Clarke and Raven a friendly nod but Lexa wouldn't meet Clarke's challenging gaze; no doubt she knew about the graveyard.

Raven moved so Lincoln could talk to Octavia and stretched. She turned to Echo, "Want to see if the trolley is here yet?"

The brunette nodded and Raven looked to Clarke, "Want anything?"

She shook her head and when they moved to leave Clarke saw that Lexa had disappeared.

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