Harry Potter and the Rise of the Phoenix

Harry walked slowly out of the house about twenty minutes later, the members of the Order were exactly as Harry had left them. 'Let's go' he said the second one of them saw him, without so much as glancing at them Harry disappeared. Moments later he reappeared in Hogsmeade, right outside the Hogwarts gate. The wind whipped round his face, with the force of a cold slap! He briskly walked uptowards Hogwarts, he had reached the main entrance by the timehe heard Hermiones voice on the wind calling for him. He turned and looked at the figure struggling to run up to him. 'Harry please wait,' her voice was growing louder and louder the closer she got. 'Harry whats wrong?What did you find?' she looked deep into Harrys eyes, 'I... I found out what my parents done, how they got so rich, and I also found out what they had done!' Harrys eyes began to well up with tears, 'They.. they captured love Hermione, pure love. Its in the room in the ministry we couldn't get into.' His heart was yelling at him to tell Hermione how he felt, and he felt he would have done had Hermione not intrupted, 'Well. whys that such a bad thing Harry, you shoudln't be upset about that.' Hermiones soft words echoed round Harrys head, momentarily calming him down. 'They took the love Hermione, my father it seemed more than my mother, but he took it. From what I saw in his notes he stupified two people, and then performed whatever piece of magic he needed to take the love from their souls. My father was monster Hermione!' As the words had come out of Harrys mouth, Hermione stumbled backwards, her face had turned from one of astonishement to one of shock. 'Oh Harry I'm so sorry,' Hermione flung herself forward, wrapping her arms round Harry, as they embraced Harrys head fel back and stared into Hermiones, dark eyes. Hermione looked back into Harrys entrancing green eyes, she softly bit her lip. Slowly the two heads began to move towards each other, then Harry felt the soft touch of Hermiones lips on his own. A sudden warm rush ran through him, far greater than the one he had expreienced in his house. Almost as soon as it had appeared the rush went as the burning sensation Harry had not felt for a while reawakened. Harry pulled away from Hermione, his hand clapped to his head, falling to the floor, the image and sound of Hermione panicking disappeared. Out of the darkness Harry saw the figure of Voldemort staring at him, it took him a while to realise he was inside Voldemort and was staring into a mirror. 'I have a task for you, you are to fetch the Malfoy boy and bring him to me, you are to do this alone, my apprentice.' As Voldemort turned so did Harry, a familiar voice floated up to him, 'Yes my lord,' Harry was staring straight into the eyes of his best friend, except that they had changed no longer were they vibrant but they had turned a horrible yellow colour and his skin was so pale. Ron pulled his hood over his head before disappearing.
A scream issude from the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts as Harry woke up. he was dripping with sweat, 'Ron!'

12 Grimmauld Place had stood more or less empty for over a year that was until the Order reappeared there over the summer, at the moment it was acting as a prison for a pale blonde boy. Upsatirs the house elf Kreacher was scurrying around trying to collect as many of his mothers possesions he could find. IN the kitchen however, Fred, George, Shacklebot and several of the new Order memebers were gathered around a table. They were deep in discusion when the bell rang out around the room. 'Your turn Fred I got it last time!' George barked at his brother, clearly aggitated by the being up so late. 'So Harry just took of, without saying anything?' Shacklebot simply nodded at Georges question. The room then filled with a huge green light as the out of the fire appeared Flitwick, 'Urgent news, its Harry, he.. he's just seen something...'
'RON!' George shouted out, 'What are you doing here and what do you look like?' As George moved across to Ron in the hall he saw the writhing figure of his twin, 'Ron.. what are you doing?' George pulle dhis wand out, 'Don't make me kill you!' Ron growled at his brother, 'Step aside or I will hurt you, I simply need Draco.' At this point the rest of the Order had jumped to there feet, wands drawn. 'Put your wand down Ron, you cannot win, reinforcements will be here within minutes,' Shacklebot calmly saidmoving to the front of the group. 'That is where you are wrong, they have no way to get in, this room is now sealed from the rets of the house, no people in or out that do not bear the makr of my lord, now step aside or I will hurt you! Do not mock me George I have learned more from my master in 2 weeks thenI ever learned at school!' Rons face broke into a smile as he lowered his hood. At once all 6 Order memebers screamed the same word 'Stupefy' rang around the kitchen, with one flick of his wand Ron created a barrier between him and the oncoming jets of light. Almost as if he had annticipated this Shacklebot had rolled forward and was the only one left standing, 'Expelliarmus' he shouted, Ron had not seen that Shacklebot was still moving his wand soared out of his hand, 'Give up Ron, you cannot win now,' Shacklebot stared into the face of a once youthful happy boy, no longer was that the case. As Kingsley raised his wand, Ron kicked at his legs knocking him temporarily off balance, running to get his wand Ron turned and screamed at the top of his voice, 'Avada Kedavra!' the flah of green light and the rush of oncoming death greeted Kingsley as he got back up. Seconds later he was dead.
As Ron pulled Malfoy out of the basement he wlaked quickly up into the hallway, there he saw Fred lying on the gorund, knocked out from the pain, of the curse Ron had bestowed upon him. 'Enervate,' Ron muttered as his brother stirred a look of fear appeare din his eyes, 'You will not die brother, but listen and repeat to all who ask what I am about to tell you...'

that long enough?

yea that was really long and good too....i can't believe ron would do something like that...can't wait untill you post more

never saw that coming... wrute more ur going great

write**

Over a week had passed since the Order members had awoken in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place to find the lifeless body of Kingsley Shacklebot. Ever since that moment those who knew the Weasleys were deeply affected by what had happened. However Ron's demise seemed to affect Hermione more than anyone, she had taken to locking herself away for hours upon end. This had left Harry alone reflecting upon what he had seen that night. It was only when he started to recall that night did he remember what was in his cloak. The book Dumbledore had told him to get was a very dull leatherbound book, Harry pushed his hand into his cloaks pocket and taking the book out he began to look over it, he tried opening it but it proved pointless. It felt like it couldn't even open. So placing the book on his bed Harry pulled the handsome book from his suitcase. On the first page he came to he began to slowly stroke the golden pages, momentarily forgetting what he was supposed ot be doing, he snapped back to life moments later and grabbing a quill that stood next to him, he wrote, 'Professor I have managd to get the book, would you like to see it?' Harry waited a few seconds and sure enough his writing disappeared to be replaced by exquisette golden writing with the words, 'Ok, come on in.' The sound of rushing air and then Harry felt himself land in the room he had been to before.

it's really really good... though i'm dissapointed in ron...❌... it's so sad... whahhh.... oh welll i'm really enjoying it so post more ASAP!!!

what was the msg he gave ron??? books aswem... write more soon

ron gave fred**

youl find out soon enough

how soons soon???

soon

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CALM DOWN!GOD i been busy!

Harry stumbled forward on the soft carpet, finally stabilising himself at Dumbledores feet. 'Welcome back Harry, it is good to see you have carried out the task I set you.' The old headmaster gave Harry a warm smile, however Harry didn't return it, 'Why didn't you tell me? What my parents done, the reason Voldemort tried killing them 3 times!' By this point Harry was starting to shake, getting visibly angry with the old man.
'Ahh, I see you have been into your fathers study, I will not lie to you Harry what your father done was a piece of horrible magic, but it was nevertheless, extremely important magic. What your father managed to achieve was isolate the most powerful form of magic, that is why Voldemort hunted him.' Dumbledore had by now strode full length around the room, 'But why didn't you tell me?' Harry was beginning to calm down at this point, 'Again Harry because i became too attached to you and felt the truth would have done more damage than good, I see now that was a mistake, I am sorry.' Dumbledore set himself down into the comfortable looking chair that lay next to the fireplace, Harry followed him and took the identical chair opposite him. They sat in silence for a while before Harry broke the air, 'Sir, could you tell me how have you managed to make this book? Voldemort odne it by creating a horcrux, I can't see you doing that.' Harry gave Dumbledore a quizzical look, ' I am glad you have asked Harry, I ahve been planning this time for the last 17 years, ever since Voldemort disappeared. What I have creatd is like a horcrux but without the side effect of death and such things. Only one other person managed to create a device like what I have done, I spent years tracking down information on him, finally I found it. Last summer to be exact, only a few days before I met you. When I fell from the tower Harry I was not killed. You hard Severus say the Killing Curse but they did not kill me. For at the same time I used the counter curse!' Dumbledore paused briefly as Harrys jaw dropped.

*gasp*... it's... so ...good... please post more asap...!!!

From what I've read, it's nice, but Needs to be presented a bit sexier.

Try making new paragraghs each time a different person talks, and Spell Checking never killed anyone. 🙂

Well i would do that if i was putting this in for an exam or something but im not and most people dont care abou me using proper punctuation or grammar!

but there is no way of blocking it im confused???
good story keep going!!!

'But.. but there is no way of blocking it, no one has ever done it.' Harrys eyes seem to glaze over at the idea of being able to stop death. 'You are wrong Harry, beside yourself one other person survived the KIlling Curse, what am about to tell you Harry took me 17 year sof research and one moment of unbelievable pain to find out. So listen carefully, when Hogwarts was first built as you know there were the four founders, however Salazar disliked the way that Godric and the others were bringing in pupils so he left. That is what most history books say, I have found evidence to suggest otherwise. There was a war Harry, Salazar and his pupils, they fought a long and horrible war against the 3 remaining memebrs of Hogwarts. The first ever horcrux was made by Salazar, using the death of Helga Hufflepuff, he created a horcrux. Godric found out what he had done, so the final battle ensued, Salazar hit Godric with the Killing Curse however, anticipating this Godric had created his own means of survival, a counter horcrux. As Godrics soul was ripped from his body, one of his students killed Salazar, I believe you will recognise his name, Merlin? Then nothing is heard for about a hundred years, that is until they returned I do not know how or why, but they returned and continud there feud. What happened next I do not know, every trace of Gryffindor and Slytherin disapears at this point. That is until now, their descendants have returned to finish what started almost a thousand years ago. Do you know what I am telling you Harry?'