Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (standard:fantasy, 13669 words) [1/2] show all parts
Author: Gryfinndor_Girl	Updated: May 17 2002	Views/Reads: 4162/4062	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Harry Potter is starting his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and soon finds himself mixed up in a life of secret organsations, new and mysterious characters, and death.

Dedication: This story is for Queen Mab, who is my inspiration, My good
friend Geri, who pushes me every time, and my brother Nick, who is my 
salvation, without you this would be nothing. 

This is for you guys! 

Disclaimer: I don't any of the Harry Potter characters or ideas, but the
plot is my own, and the work is my own. If you are feeling generous, 
then id appreciate reviews, tell me what you think, and ideas for the 
upcoming chapters... 

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~*~*~ Chapter one ~*~*~ 

The Midnight Message 

The silver moonlight shone and glistened on the feathers of the large
bird that was soaring through the cool midnight air. The vibrant red 
and orange plumage danced like flames in a fire, as the bird swooped 
over the rooftops of Surrey. Lower and lower it glided until it spotted 
its destination, a small house, its garden perfectly manicured garden 
with a company car gleaming in the driveway. And the great bird swooped 
even lower ready to relieve its burden. 

Meanwhile Harry Potter was dreaming, ‘Harry! Hurry up! You're late for
your potion exam! He's taking a point away for every second you're 
late! Said a voice, as he turned around he saw his best friends 
Hermione and Ron, hand-in-hand walking towards him. Suddenly their 
faces were changing and were becoming blurry. After two or three 
seconds Harry realised they had changed into two people he knew 
vaguely– his parents. 

‘Not Harry! Not Harry! Please I'll do anything' his mother shrieked. 

‘Stand aside – stand aside girl' said a cold voice from behind him. 

Harry tossed and turned and woke with a start. Light from the street
lamp outside shone through his small bedroom window. Harry was sweating 
and shaking. He had been having nightmares all summer, not just about 
his parents now, but of Cedric and his death at the end of the 
Triwizard tournament at his last year of Hogwarts. 

Whenever Harry thought of Cedric he stomach lurched, and the feeling of
guilt grew inside of him. It was his fault he died, he told Cedric to 
take the cup, he delivered him right into the hands of Voldemort. 

Just then Harry heard a tapping at his bedroom window, he got up
expecting to see Hedwig returning from her hunting for the night. But 
when he caught sight of the bird his jaw dropped open. 

‘Fawkes' he breathed, unlatching the window and pulling it open for the
bird to get into his room. Dumbledore's pet Phoenix flew into his room 
and landed on his bed. Harry sat down by the phoenix and started 
stroking it, the warm feel of the bird's feathers beneath his fingers 
and the glow that surrounded the bird, put the nightmare straight out 
of Harry's mind. 

‘What are you doing here Fawkes?' Harry murmured as he stroked the birds
scarlet feathers. As if in answer Fawkes held out its leg. His eyes 
fell on a scroll with spidery purple writing on. Harry relieved Fawkes 
of his burden, and at once the phoenix stretched out its wing and 
soared out the room. Harry watched the bird leave with sadness, and the 
room became cold and grey again, Harry missed the golden glow that 
Fawkes gave out. Harry pulled the red silk ribbon binding the scroll 
together and unrolled the parchment. 

At the top of the page was a crest, which depicted a phoenix rising from
fire underneath it, holding a scroll in it claws. On the scroll the 
words ‘Lumen obscurum vinco' were written. In the very centre of the 
page was a small square the same size a muggle stamp. In the dim 
moonlight Harry could just make out a movement of colour inside it. He 
pulled it towards trying to make out what the picture was of. He held 
it closer to his face and drew it so near his nose was nearly touching 


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