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Chapter 1 dementors

Harry stomped down the street. He was so angry he couldn't think straight. Why had the entire wizarding world seemed to have forgotten about him? He had seen Voldemort come back! He had fought him and almost been killed by him! Why was he being left in the dark? As he walked, his feet carried him to a park. When Harry approached the swingss, he sat fuming for awhile, and then was brought back to reality by the sounds of racing bikes coming toward him. He leaped off the swing and darted away toward the gate. He knew that that sound was Dudley's gang coming, and he did not want a reason to have his uncle and aunt yelling at him. He began to walk back toward Privet Drive. He was just walking through an alleyway between Magnolia Crescent, and wisteria Walk, when he heard heavy footsteps. He leaped behind a trash can and ducked down. Peeking around the side, he saw that it was Dudley. Grinning, Harry snuck up behind him.

"Hello Duddikins," he said softly when he was close behind his cousin. Dudley whirled around. "What do you want!" he snapped as his hands balled into fists.

"Nothing, I was just walking home too," Harry said innocently. "Yeah sure," Dudley sneered, "I'll bet you were off planning some evil trick with that lot of yours. Some trick on me! Like with that candy! Well I'll have you know I won't fall for it! I won't!"

Harry laughed harshly. "You think I'm planning something against you? Why would I waist my time planning? Your stupid enough to fall for anything." Dudley lunged toward Harry, who pulled out his wand from his jeans pocket. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said coolly. "Your not aloud to use that thing outside that nut-house!" Dudley squealed in a high-pitched voice. "I might though if you try anything," Harry warned. "You wouldn't. They'd kick you out!" Dudley was horrified of Harry which made this all the more fun. He seemed to be releasing his frustration at his friends on to his cousin. "O yeah," he said pointing his wand at Dudley laughing at his cousin's unwillingness to fight him now. Dudley backed away quickly, or as fast as his fat legs would carry him.

It happened in a millisecond. The streetlights on either side of the alley went out and the warm summer air grew cold. The stars that had been shining seemed to be plucked from the sky. It was pitch black, and Harry heard the sound of rattling breathing. Harry thought quickly, and came to the only conclusion that fit the sudden silence. "Dementors!" Harry muttered to himself.

"What are you doing?" Dudley whimpered. "Stop it! Stop it!"

"Dudley shut up!" Harry hissed, "I'm not doing it!"

"Ye--yes you are. H-how else would it be happening?"

"Dudley shut-- bam! "Dudley you blooming idiot!" Harry yelled as he hit the ground with a thud. Dudley had punched him. Harry rolled over to find a hooded figure gliding toward him. He scrambled to his feet, trying to think of something happy. Immediately a picture came in to his mind of his Godfather. Facing the first dementor, he yelled, "expecto patronum!" The stag erupted from his wand and charged the first dementor.

As it glided away, Harry spun round and saw a second dementor over Dudley. He ordered the stag to "get it!" Then he ran to his cousin.

The air became warm again as Harry heaved Dudley to his feet. He dragged him back to number four, and as soon as she saw him Aunt Petunia screamed, "What did you do to him!" Harry explained about the dementors and finally managed to make his Aunt and Uncle understand what had happened. Aunt Petunia knew what dementors were, which was a surprise to everyone in the room. She said she had heard about them from, "him." Harry assumed that to mean his dad.

Harry received a letter saying that he was expelled from Hogwarts and that a ministry official would be coming to destroy his wand, then one saying that he had not been expelled and that his wand wouldn't be destroyed yet, because Dumbledore was sorting everything out, and that he was to have a ministry hearing on the twelfth of August. Finally he got a letter each from Mr. Weasley and Sirius, both of them saying to stay in the house and not do anything rash.

Harry's anger was back. He paced his room for hours fuming yet again. What on earth did the ministry expect him to do when dementors attacked? Play dead until they passed? He through Quidditch Through The Ages across the room and it hit the wardrobe with a thunk.

Hours later he heard the Dursleys saying they were going to a prize drawing and that Harry was going to be left locked in his room wile they were gone.

Around midnight he was sitting on his bed staring out the window, when he heard a loud, crash! Harry leapt up and snatched his wand from his nightstand. He stood facing his door into the hall wand raised. His uncle had locked him in, so he could not steal food from the kitchen, but now he heard the click of the lock, and his door sprang open. He crept out of his room and to the top of the stairs. Looking down, he found a small group of people standing at the foot of the stairs illuminated by the streetlight coming through the front door.

"Harry?" called a familiar voice.

Harry's mouth dropped open, "Pro--Professor Lupin?" he stammered trying to see down the stairs into the hall. It was hard to make out the people standing around.

"Yes Harry, its me," Lupin replied. "Its ok Harry, I'm here with eight other order members to take you away. Now if you'll come down here-- Lupin was interrupted by another familiar voice.

"Not so fast. We'd better check to see if its really him," growled Mad-Eye Moody.

"Harry, what form does your patronus take?" Lupin asked.

"Its a stag," Harry responded confidently. He came down the stairs, and was introduced to Nymphadora Tonks, (who preferred to be called Tonks only), Stergis Podmore, Elphias Doge, Emeline Vance, and Kingsly Shacklebolt. Deedalus Diggle was also there although Harry already knew him.

Harry shook hands with Lupin, and then followed him into the kitchen.

"We'd better tell him the plan," Lupin stated in his quiet voice as everyone entered the room most of them still staring at Harry. He hated the feeling of being an animal in a zoo, or being in a bright spotlight.

"Well, we'll be flying on brooms," Moody began. "You'll be under a disillusionment charm," Tonks added, "it'll make you less easy to recognize."

"You'd better go pack," said Lupin.

"We'll be off in roughly fifteen minutes," came Kingsley's deep, slow voice from near the stove.

"I'll come and help you," Tonks offered cheerily, and she followed Harry upstairs to his room.

When they got up to Harry's room, Tonks stood in front of the mirror; changing her violet hair to pink just by screwing up her face in concentration. Harry stared wide-eyed.

"I'm a Metamorphmagus, which means I can change my appearance at will," she explained.

She made all of Harry's posessions fly into his trunk by saying, "pack," and waving her wand in a sweeping motion across the floor, and then levitated his trunk downstairs. Everyone gaped at Harry's firebolt as they made their way out into the garden to await the all clear.

When it was safe, they flew through bitterly cold air and cloud to a rundown square.

Harry wondered why there wasn't a number twelve in between numbers eleven and thirteen. Moody stuffed a piece of paper under Harry's nose, and it read,

The headquarters of the order of the phoenix can be found at number twelve grimmald place.

He stared at the paper, and then looked up as a house materialized in between number's eleven and thirteen in Grimald Place.

Harry found out from Ron and Hermione later, that the "Order ofThe Fenix" was a secret society working tirelessly against Voldimort.

When they entered, Harry saw a dark, gloomy hall that looked as if it belonged to the dark arts. There was a lamp shaped like a snake sitting on a table, and a troll's leg umbrella stand beside moth-eaten curtains he supposed concealed a door.

As Harry looked around, Lupin ran through a door at the other side of the hall from the curtains, and called, "Harry's here!" A second later a man with long black hair came charging toward Harry, lifting him off his feet and into a rib-cracking hug.

"Harry!" Sirius cried happily hugging him. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Harry lied as they hugged. "Great to hear!" Sirius let go of Harry and lead him toward the upstairs. He lead him into a gloomy bedroom and pointed to one with two beds in the room. Ron was asleep in another bed. Harry crawled into the vacant bed and fell asleep immediately.

The next day Sirius came in around 11-30 and Harry was just getting up. His godfather lead him down the stairs and through the door Lupin had raced through the night before, then down a set of stone steps into a gloomy kitchen.

When Harry looked around he saw Mr., and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all crowded around a large wooden table. As soon as they saw him, everyone leaped up from their chairs, and raced toward him.

"Harry!" Mrs Weasley cried happily pulling him into a hug.

"Harry! Good to see you!" Mr. Weasley said joyfully shaking his hand.

"Simply smashing to see you!" George grinned ringing Harry's hand too.

"Harry old boy! Marvelous to see you! Its been ages!" Fred joked.

Hermione squeeled and ran at him hugging him tightly.

"Hi Harry!" Ginny grinned at him and hugged him briefly before returning to her seat and sitting down shyly.

Ron clapped Harry on the back. "Ginny's once again been talking about you all summer," he muttered before returning to the table.

Sirius looked at Harry seriously. "Harry, I need to tell you some-- at that moment a woman burst through the kitchen door calling, "Sirius, James is driving me mad! He wants to go and collect Harry himself, but I keep telling him he can't."

Harry stared in disbelief. The woman had long auburn hair, and emerald eyes exactly like his.

"Harry," Sirius said horsely, "I know you'll be mad, but I have to tell you. Harry," Sirius took a deep, slow breath, "this is your mother."

Harry gaped. "No. No! She's dead!" he shouted. "She and my dad are both dead!"

"Harry, I know this is difficult, but I am your mother," Lily said softly.

"How?" Harry croaked.

"We never really died," Lily started to explain.