Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [22]
“Who wants her on their side?” asked Harry.
“Voldemort,” said Arabella. Harry quickly sat up, and spoke:
“Well then what are we waiting for?” asked Harry. “Let’s get to her before Voldemort can!”
“Harry, Harry, sit down!” said Arabella. “We’ve already got your mom’s body secure. It’s out of the memorial and in a safe and hidden place.”
“Well then why don’t we just do the ceremony now?!” asked Harry.
“We already told you why,” said Lupin. “We need two more phoenixes, and we have to do it on her birthday, the day when the most magic will be with her.” Harry sat down again.
“Right, I forgot. Sorry, just getting a little excited I guess,” he said. All four of them sat there for a few seconds when Harry heard a ‘dong’ sound. It was Mrs. Figg’s clock. It was past five in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon line.
“Oh my goodness!” said Arabella. “It’s incredibly late! Harry, even though you’ve had a tough past few hours, I think you should get some rest.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” said Harry. “Good night everyone.” He sat up, waved to everyone, went upstairs, and fell asleep before his new information-filled head even hit the pillow.
“Harry…” said a voice from far away. Harry responded with an ‘ugh’. He pulled his covers all the way over his head. The voice sounded like Aunt Petunia’s. So, he was out of his dream and back at the Dursley’s house. All that he remembered about some Order of a Phoenix, and a Veldomert wasn’t true. He was still at the Dursleys for the next month.
Despite this, Harry sat up, groped around for his glasses and put them on. As the room around him came into focus, he saw he was surrounded by things he’d never seen in his room before, things that belong to Mrs. Figg… that meant he wasn’t dreaming after all! He really had been at Mrs. Figg’s house for the past few weeks, learning about his past.
Harry quickly pulled on some clothes, and ran downstairs to meet Sirius reading a newspaper, and Arabella cooking in the kitchen. Lupin must’ve not woken up yet.
“Oh, good old Nicholas Flamel finally kicked the bucket,” said Sirius, reading the paper. “His god of gold juice finally ran out I guess.”
“God of gold?” asked Harry. “What’s that?”
“Oh, that’s just a different name for the Sorcerer’s Stone,” said Sirius. “And the god of gold juice is the elixir of life that it produces…. Ah! The Ministry of Magic’s been screwing everything up again as usual!”
“What now?” asked Arabella.
“They still refuse to acknowledge the fact that Voldemort has returned,” he said, looking quite upset. “In every story here, where his presence is clear, they are still covering it up! Those idiots, they’re just too afraid to accept the truth.”
“Come on Harry, breakfast is ready,” said Arabella. Now that Harry listened closely, her voice did sound like Aunt Petunia’s. Harry smiled at this, and sat down at the table. After few minutes of eating, he heard the door open and close. Lupin appeared in the kitchen seconds later dressed in wizard’s robes. He had a small letter in his hand.
“Oh! That reminds me,” said Harry seeing the letter, “I have to send a letter to Ron and Hermione telling them all about this! The Order, Veldomert, my mom, and everything else!” He sat up, and started running back upstairs to get a piece of parchment and Hedwig.
“Oh no you don’t!” yelled Lupin, Sirius, and Arabella at once. Harry turned around and stared at them.
“Uh, why?” asked Harry.
“I thought we went over this Harry,” said Sirius. “The Order of the Phoenix has been kept a secret for centuries. We’re not going to let you start talking about it now!”
“But, they’re my best friends!” said Harry.
“Harry,” said Lupin, “at school, James was my best friend, but I kept my loyalty to the Order and never told him. Even Lily, his wife, didn’t tell him. Do you understand Harry? You mustn’t tell anyone! Not even…” Harry could tell Lupin was searching his brain for someone Harry respected,