Chapter 1 - The Trip 2
Chapter 2 - Mirror-Munchies 8
Chapter 3 - The Letter 19
Chapter 4 - Ambush At Mrs. Figg's 23
Chapter 5 - The Order Of The Phoenix 27
Chapter 6 - Black Phoenixes 33
Chapter 7 - Nabakza 40
Chapter 8 - New Students 43
Chapter 9 - Clonusouts And Tryouts 51
Chapter 10 - Decisions 61
Chapter 11- Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff 68
Chapter 12- Transformation Training 84
Chapter 13- Animals 94
Chapter 14- Dueling and Morphing 105
Chapter 15- The Plan
Chapter 16- The Return of the Phoenix
Chapter 17- Azkaban
Chapter 18- Back To Hogwarts
Chapter 19- The New Dueling Club
Chapter 20- The Trap
Chapter 21- The Yule Ball
Chapter 22- The Aftermath 203
Chapter 23- Second Round 208
Chapter 24- The Quidditch Final
Chapter 25- The Final Duel
Chapter 26- The O.W.L.s 250
Chapter 27- Dungeons and Dragons
Chapter 28- Harry's Order
Chapter 29- Voldemort's Story 305
Chapter 30- The Phoenix of the Order
Chapter 31- The Surprise Order
Chapter 32- Truth and True Correspondents 330

Chapter 1.
It was the most wonderful feeling Harry ever experienced. He was flying through the air, feeling the wind blow by and through his entire body. The warm sun was glowing all over him and some birds were flying by, singing merrily. He raced them, not knowing where to, just knowing he was having the best time of his life.
As Harry was shooting ahead, he looked forward, and saw a thin line on the ground. Harry threw his hands back, getting a sudden burst of speed. He was going far faster than the birds now, he could hear their voices trailing behind him, getting farther and farther behind him. The thin line was getting closer as Harry sped up. As he got nearer to it, the Sun's warmth became slightly colder, and the wind was blowing much harder. Despite this, he continued on, having a huge desire to see what the line was dividing.
Harry suddenly realized that he was shivering, and his teeth were chattering. The wind was approaching the speeds of that of a hurricane. It just kept blowing harder and harder, until Harry was unable to fight against it any longer. So, he fell. He was falling, falling, falling. Faster, faster and faster. The ground was rushing at him. He fell through the clouds, and could just about make out the top of some houses.
He could see some cars. Now, he can make out someone below him. Harry abruptly realized what was happening, and he let out a scream, anticipating the painful impact… when all of a sudden he felt hands below him.
Someone caught him. Harry let out a sigh of relief. The hands below him felt bony and weak; they were concealed in a long flowing black robe. Harry looked up to see the face that went with the arms, and as soon as his eyes met the face, he wished he hadn't been caught at all. It felt as though there was a brick in his stomach that suddenly moved up out of his mouth, escaping with a scream. The face belongs to Voldemort. He merely gave Harry a small grin.
Harry jumped out of Voldemort's hands, and started running away. Green rays were shooting by him, and Harry recognized the green rays as killing curse beams. He kept running, not knowing where he was going. All of a sudden, he saw someone!
Two people actually, a man and a woman… they looked very familiar.
Harry ran as fast as he could towards them, spells still shooting by him every second. All Harry did was try and concentrate on the people ahead of him. As soon as he got a little closer to them, he realized who they were… they were his parents.
The woman was tall, and had red hair and unmistakable green eyes. She was cradling a bundle of blankets in her arms… it looked like a baby. Next to her, there was an even taller skinny man with untidy black hair. He was staring down at the bundle of blankets. What were they doing here? Weren't they… dead? All of these questions were running through Harry's mind when he suddenly remembered how he had gotten to see his parents in the first place. Voldemort!
“We have to get out of here!” Harry yelled to them. But, it was as if he didn't even say anything… or exist for that matter. His mom kept cradling the bundle of blankets, and his dad was just watching her.
“Voldemort's here!” yelled Harry as loud as he could. “We have to go!”
This time, they looked at him, and Harry felt relief come over him. Then, he felt a hand come over his shoulder, and squeeze down hard. He didn't even have to turn around to see who it was that was holding onto him… the bony fingers gave it all away.
“Give me the boy…” Voldemort hissed.
“You already know we won't,” said Harry's dad.
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<br><br>All is well as ends Better. The Gaffer.