Harry Potter and the Trail of Stars

A/N: Okay. I understand some of you couldn't keep up with all the members of the Order, so I took the time to make a list of all the members. Thank me...! They're listed in the order that they were introduced. You do realize that some of those jobs, like Experimental charms, I had no idea which department it was, so I made stuff up. And I also made up some other jobs. Also, you do realize that I made many of these names and middles name up, right?...Just checking. Won't write too much about people you're familiar with.

HERE ARE THE LIST OF MEMBERS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE

Lee Jordan: Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes

Fred Weasley: Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes

George Weasley: Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes

Angelina Johnson: Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Girlfriend of Fred Weasley

Katie Bell: Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Girlfriend of George Weasley

Alanna Sterns Longbottom: Neville's grandmother

Neville Leo Longbottom: Part of the D.A. His animal totem is the Lion

Aberforth Fiasco Silifus Ryan Dumbledore: Weird bloke. His idea to bewitch the names. Albus Dumbledore's twin. One of the five leaders.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore: Gave Dobby half moon spectacles. Likes anything with Lemons. One of the five leaders. Sorcerer. Called on a stronger Light power.

Grizzilison Dizz Question: Ministry of Magic. Department of Mysteries. Unspeakables. Assistant Keeper of the Prophecies. Preferred to be called 'Dizz.' Brown, straight hair, in his twenties.

Amos Diggory: Doesn't care about house-elves. Ministry of Magic. Ministry of Magic. Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. House-Elf Relocation Office. Wants revenge for his son.

Arnold Peasegood: Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Obliviator. Enjoys Quidditch. Wife left him for it.

Gilbert Corn Wimple: Likes corn. Ministry of Magic. Department of Mysteries. Committee on Experimental Charms. Still has horns, but has refused to be the test subject of any more experiments.

Anisma Burns Snape: Ministry of Magic. Department of Mysteries. Committee on Experimental Potions. Sister of Severus. Loved her brother. Her new job, ypy in the Death Eater Circle.

Kingsley Shacklebolt: Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Auror. Good, deep, singing voice.

Portili Portis: Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Transportation. Portkey office. Working your way up to the Floo Regulation Panel and Network Authority. Likes Muggle sweets. Obsessed with Muggle matches.

Benevolence Alyi: Friendly lady. Ministry of Magic. Department of International Magical Cooperation. Committee on the Wizarding Government Cooperation Worldwide. Her important job for the Order, traveling worldwide to get allies.

Viktor Nigeria Krum: Ministry of Magic. Department of International Magical Cooperation. Committee on Magical Games and Sports. Nearly got killed by a Bludger. Ron doesn't like him.

Elphias Wheezy Doge: Unemployed, but a strong Duelist. Used to smoke.

Dedalus Donagon Diggle: Obsessed with his top hat. Likes Illusion spells.

Hestia Jones: Unemployed. Her gift is not having to sleep to get her energy. Has night vision.

Romulus Lupin: Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Member of the Wizengamot, High Court. Brother of Remus.

Bilius Duet Flitwick: Half Dwarf. Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. Passion for musical instruments. Brother of Professor Flitwick.

Filius Flitwick: Half Dwarf. Charms professor. Good Dueler.

Cipher Etudier LinGuist: Hogwarts. Ancient Runes professor. Good with codes.

Fleur Delacour: Part Veela. Will soon ask the Veelas to ally them.

Flourish Delacour: Wife of Remus. Not Veela. Distantly related to Fleur. Will soon ask the Veelas to ally them.

Cassandra Janet Sinistra: Hogwarts. Astronomy Professor. Sister of Sibyll.

Agatha Vector: Hogwarts. Arithmancy Professor.

Poppy Pomfrey: Hospital wing. Nurse.

Pomona Herb Sprout: Hogwarts. Herbology Professor.

Alastor Argus Moody: Lectures Harry about Elementary Wand Safety. Mad-Eye.

Mundungus Steal Fletcher: Resident crook.

Emmaline Vance: Old crowd

Nymphadora Tonks: Prefers to be called 'Tonks.'

Sturgis Podmore: Out of Azkaban

Rubeus Orion Hagrid: Trying to get the Giants ally. Romantically involved with Madam Maxime

Olympe Maxime: Trying to get the Giants ally.

Sirius Orion Black: Back from beyond the veil. How he got back is still currently unknown. Currently ignored by Harry because of the cruel prank.

Minerva Scharf McGonagall: Hogwarts. Transfiguration Professor. One of the five leaders.

Trinia Doreen Skeeter: AKA, Mrs. Figg. Squib. Sister of Rita Skeeter. Used to be a Daily Prophecy reporter. Been in hiding for about 16 years. Interested in reporting back to the Daily Prophet.

Concetta Dumbledore: Part Clystrin. Niece of Albus Dumbledore.

Bill Weasley: Seems to like Holli. Stares at her a lot.

Charlie Draco Weasley: Middle name is the Dragon star.

Hermione Athena Granger: Good logic skills. And you know the rest.

Harry James Potter: the Unknown Magid. Currently found out who the mentor was. Still thinking frantically.

Gully Bull Lovegood: Luna's father. Editor of the Quibbler.

Luna Sterling Lovegood: A peculiar girl. Has a beautiful Animal Totem, though it is unknown.

Firenze: Keeps his people's secrets. Presently still trying to give his people some sense. Hogwarts. Divination Professor. Centaur.

Eleanor Callisto Jove: Clystrin. Has a son named Arcas. Usually called 'Ella.'

Lilanor Juno Jove: Sister of Ella's husband. Ella's sister in law. Usually called 'Lila'

Arcas Hunter Jove: Son of Ella. In his twenties. A fair face.

Osyra Palace: Middle aged. Red hair. Brown eyes. Has a daughter.

Siriah Rose Palace: Seventeen this year. Osyra's daughter. Has warm voice and kind eyes. Red hair. Hazel eyes. Used to go to Beauxbatons. Not French.

Arthur Weasley: Nothing new

Molly Weasley: Devastated about her children, but soon calms after what Gladria has thought to her and what her children has done for this side.

Ronald Rigel Weasley: Middle name is a star. The Marine star of March, the month he was born. Animal Totem is related to the water.

Ginnessis Adora Weasley: Ginny. Quick reflexes. Seat suggests that she would be an unstoppable chaser. Ron and Harry are thrilled, one less player to look for.

Adam Serabond: Interested in S.P.E.W., but has never seen any, except for Kreacher and Dobby. Brown bushy hair. Clystrin.

Lilia Serabond: Interested in S.P.E.W. Clystrin. Adam's wife. Brown hair.

Evanus Enigma Erupses: Snappish voice. Strict and impatient. Has secrets that the seat names knows not to tell. Good at Chess. Taking on a new job soon. Brown hair. Handsome man. Ron doesn't like him, and relates him to Lockhart, which is not true. One of the five leaders.

Nataleenya Saga Bellistar: Saved by Severus. Knows a lot about History and magic. Ministry of Magic. Member of the Wizengamot, High Court. Part Clystrin.

Divinia Vablatsky: Her mother is a famous seer, who is author of Unfogging the Future. Divinia also has the gift. Getting a job soon.

Coradiala Procyon Ensorcelli: Born under the lesser dog star. Animal Totem and Animagus form, dog. Can have several forms... An Ensorcellist.

Estrin Royal Leaf Luminost: Member of the Clystrin Council. Brother of Gladria and Circe. Has a small, barely noticeable glow around him. An Enchanter, not the strongest though.

Gladria Royal Rose Luminost: Member of the Clystrin Council. Sister of Circe and Estrin. Has a noticeable glow around her. An Enchantress. A powerful one. More powerful than Dumbledore or Voldemort. Cannot use her power to fight Voldemort, and he cannot fight her. Has two daughters. One of the five leaders.

(Circe (though she is not in the Order): Banished from Atlantis. A meddlesome Sorceress. Named after the Greek Sorceress. Has no relation to the 'Circe' on the Chocolate Frog cards. A mischief maker for both sides, light and dark. Gladria warns the Order that she hopes they never meet her.)

Grace Royal Riddle: Father unknown. Though from what the seat names says, everyone believes him to be dead. Daughter of Gladria. Similar personality and characteristics. A powerful Sorceress. Half Clystrin.

Holli Rose Riddle: Father unknown. Sister of Grace. Daughter of Gladria. Similar characteristics and personality, though a bit more lively. Likes her uncle, Estrin's hair long. Half Clystrin. A powerful Ensorcellist.

Remus Crescent Lupin: Currently in mortal peril. Hit by Wormtail's silver hand. Anisma, Dizz, and Poppy are working on an antidote for the silver poison. His middle name is still a mystery. Most people thought it began with a 'J.' But Dumbledore says 'Crescent.' Another mystery.

There you go. All 69 of them. Hopes this helps you keep track of them. Need anything else? Let me know.

CODES AND A NEW PROPHECY

Harry took the goblet and drank some tea. Then he stopped, and suddenly sat up, looking alarmed and thinking frantically.

'Whoa! Did Dumbledore just tell everyone that he was the Mentor?'

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Harry fell off his chair, but no one noticed, well, except for the people next him.

"Harry!" exclaimed Ron. "You okay mate?"

Hermione helped him up. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Fine, just...nothing," said Harry. He absentmindedly put the goblet back. It slipped and felt off the seat. Harry didn't notice, and went back to thinking. Hermione picked it up. The spilled drink cleaned itself up, no doubt, from Harry's Call, which he didn't purposely do.

"Harry! How did...the drink...it...Harry?" said Hermione. She turned to Ron when she got no response from Harry. Ron shrugged and looked back to the place where the drink was spilled.

"Maybe the carpet's self cleaning or something," suggested Ron.

"Maybe. Ron, spill your drink!" said Hermione, suddenly.

"Why? Everyone's gonna see," said Ron, looking confused.

"Well...make it look like an accident!" said Hermione.

"Why?" asked Ron. "Why spill it?"

Harry suddenly came out of his daze, and had just realized what Hermione was saying to him before. He realized that the Call had happened, and that Hermione was about to see if the rug really was self cleaning. If the drink didn't clean itself up, then Harry was doomed. His friends would find out. No. That couldn't happen. He had to concentrate on the call. It was desperate.

"Go on Ron!" snapped Hermione.

"Why don't you? Why do you need it to be spilled?" asked Ron.

"To see if the rug is self absorbent," said Hermione. "Just do it, Ron!" With a sign, he casually tipped his goblet over. Hermione and Ron watched as the drink spilled on the carpet. After about five seconds, it had vanished.

"Satisfied?" asked Ron. Hermione said nothing. Clearly, it was a self absorbing carpet.

'Please, please don't try that again,' thought Harry. It was a close one, and he didn't think he could manage it again. After all, when Harry had spilled the drink, it had vanished instantly. This one took five seconds. At least they didn't notice. Now...on to more current things...Informing Dumbledore.

But wait. Harry thought more. Was he supposed to make everyone come out of their worries about the end of the world now? Was Dumbledore really the Mentor? 'Can't be too sure,' he thought. He decided to wait for more proof.

"Voldemort knows that Severus was the third Magus. And he knows that there is always a dark Magus. If he really is the Lord Magus...I can only imagine that when he has Awakened on the twenty-seventh of this month, he will soon launch a full scale attack," said Dumbledore.

"What's today? The twenty-third?" asked Adam.

"The twenty-fifth," answered Lilia.

"The Lord Magus's Awakening will commence approximately seven hours after his birth time, which according to the Prophecy, was seven in the morning where he was born," said Gladria.

"He was born on the twenty-seventh then?" commented Amos.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Two days," muttered Professor McGonagall.

"At least two days until he attacks. I don't think he'll attack right when he's been awakened. As powerful as he may become, Voldemort always exercises precaution," said Erupses.

"I agree. Voldemort will not quickly strike. There is still time to act," said Gladria.

"But how can we fight against a Lord Magus?" asked Bilius.

"A Lord Magus who has gained power from the Anathesti?" added Professor Flitwick.

"And the second Magus, the dark Magus?" added Molly.

"And with no Magids on our side. And Voldemort now knows that Severus was the third power. He most likely knows who the second is," said Professor McGonagall. Harry went back to his memories of his dream, and sat up.

"I think I know who the Dark Magus is," said Harry, quietly, with a bit of a hesitation. Everyone turned to stare at him.

"Yes?" came several eager voices.

"How do you know?" asked Erupses.

"The-the dream I had about Voldemort," replied Harry.

"Who is it?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"I'm not sure, but when Voldemort asked if there were any new news to report, Lucius Malfoy told him about the prophecy from Professor Trelawney," started Harry.

"And?" asked Erupses, impatiently.

"Well, he said that the prophecy was a fake," came Harry.

"And?" asked Erupses.

"He asked Lucius Malfoy if there were any other news worth hearing, and he sort of said yes," said Harry.

"And?" asked Erupses.

"Well, Malfoy said it was better said in private, and he cast a silver Speech Bubble, and they talked," said Harry.

"Silver?" came several voices.

"Uh, yeah. Well, it was only silver for like a second. I almost didn't see it. But I was in a dream, so I guess that allowed me to see it clearly," said Harry.

"Speech Bubbles are rarely silver, but go on, Harry," said Dumbledore.

"I didn't hear what they were saying cause of that bubble, but when they stepped out of it, Malfoy and Voldemort were looking really pleased with themselves. Right then, Voldemort turned really happy. Malfoy also seemed more...I dunno...terrifying?" said Harry.

Moment of silence. Nobody spoke.

"So Lucius is the Dark Magid of the second power," said Dumbledore, at last.

"Harry!" whispered Ron and Hermione. Harry turned to look at them.

"Harry, that's not very comforting to know. Are you sure?" whispered Hermione.

"I told everyone that I wasn't. But Dumbledore seems sure of it," replied Harry.

"Well, I guess that's that. Nice knowing you buddy," said Ron, taking his goblet again.

'C'mon, Dumbledore! More proof. Just say that you're the Mentor so I'm sure it's you! Why only once?' thought Harry. He couldn't really watch anyone now. It was extremely depressing.

"Where did you get this prophecy, Dumbledore?" asked Amos.

"In a drawer in my desk," replied Dumbledore.

"Are you sure the prophecy is reliable?" asked Sirius.

"Yes. I'm quite sure," said Dumbledore.

"How do you know? Maybe it could have been interrupted?" asked Amos.

"This prophecy is too precise to be wrong. It is very rare for the Prophecy Oracle to be interrupted. Remember. If it was interrupted, then it was for the good. Dark Beings cannot use the Oracles," replied Gladria. "Trust us."

"We have consulted the Diamond Water. It tells no lies," said Dumbledore.

"This is not the end. There is another hope. And this Prophecy tells us to use it, but not before something else happens. And that something has not happened. So you see, it cannot be the end," said Gladria.

"It is too soon to judge. Do not worry about the Dark Magid. Worry only about Voldemort for now. Let us pray that the Dark Magid will not call upon the Anathesti," said Estrin, looking around at the people.

"The Dark Magid will Awaken next year, on the fifth month. I agree. Let's not worry about him for now," said Holli.

"We must focus on our present situation. Please. Don't lose hope yet. My mother has never been wrong before," said Grace.

"How do we deal with Voldemort then?" asked Bill.

"There is no definite proof that he is the Magid. Until then, let's not despair, but work together and think," said Dumbledore.

"I don't believe the trail of stars above would do such a horrible thing, as to give Voldemort the Magus Powers. Remember, there are other people who qualify to be the Lord Magus," said Gladria.

"With all due respect, Dumbledore! I don't think two days is enough time!" said Amos.

"I can think of one way to buy that time. It would give us at least a couple of weeks. But I would not use that unless if it were the last choice. To do that, Voldemort must also cooperate without knowing he is cooperating," said Erupses.

"What's that?" asked Amos. There was a couple seconds of silence.

"Love and sacrifice," said Dumbledore, finally, casting a glance at Harry, and everyone then understood. The only way to buy time from Voldemort, was to vanquish him with the killing curse again. But there must be sacrifice and love.

"But as I've said, we most certainly will not try that unless if it were the last option!" said Erupses. "He won't be easily fooled this time. Voldemort learns quickly from his mistakes. It would be foolish of us to try that."

"I agree with Gladria. There has to be hope for us. I don't think Dumbledore is going be Mentor for nothing. After all, didn't the sky say that you will guide two?"

'C'mon Dumbledore, talk,' thought Harry.

"I quite agree. Severus has passed. He was one of the loyal Magids," said Dumbledore.

'That wasn't enough, Dumbledore, keep talking,' thought Harry.

"Two loyal Magids. Do you think it was referring to Tom Riddle as the other loyal Magid? Because he would have been royal, if he hasn't called on the Anathesti. Do you think it was referring to Voldemort as Tom? Do you think it could be referring that Voldemort will turn back to us and help us?" asked Dizz.

"Goodness. Dear me! Voldemort has half a soul. The only way to turn him back is to retrieve his soul. Believe me, Voldemort will not turn to us. Tom will. Not Voldemort," said Dumbledore.

He took a drink out of his goblet. "Ah. The sweet scent of lemons!" he exclaimed. "I have accepted the Starlight's request for me to be the Mentor. And Mentor I was to Severus," said Dumbledore.

'Yes!' thought Harry, as he fell down his seat again, and got up quickly. There were many glances towards him.

"Uh, choked on the tea," muttered Harry, faking a few coughs. Dumbledore glanced at him.

"Then perhaps you would care to try lemon juice?" asked Dumbledore. "Or...not...nevermind. Yes, Minerva?"

"Slipped my mind again," said Professor McGonagall.

'It's now or never,' thought Harry, as he prepared to open his mouth to speak.

"Professor Dumble--" started Harry, and then stopped suddenly. The first to know must be the Mentor!

"Yes, Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"Er...nothing," said Harry. How was he supposed to inform Dumbledore? There were so many people in the room. Perhaps...he would tell Dumbledore after the meeting? No. They're so worried right now. A relief might help. And there's no telling how often a huge gathering like this would come around again.

'Yes! Mind Speech. Oh, stupid, stupid!' thought Harry. He prepared himself to think. Harry thought about how he was break this to him, and then commenced the thinking.

<<Professor Dumbledore? >> thought Harry.

'Oops. Too loud. Okay. Gotta work on my volume skills' thought Harry.

He watched as the elder man had suddenly jumped out of his seat. Everyone turned to watch.

"What is it?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"Nothing. Nothing," came Dumbledore, trying to figure out who had said it. It had happened unexpectedly, and he got caught off his guard. Also, it was really loud, as though the person has never used it before. It was a young man's voice. A teen. He looked across the room. And there was Neville, Ronald, Harry, the Weasleys.

<<Professor Dumbledore? >> came the voice again. This time it was softer. Dumbledore was ready this time. Clearly, the person had tried to experiment with it. <<Sorry about that before. I'm not used to using Mind Speech.>> came the voice. Dumbledore searched for the person that the voice belonged too. It was a very familiar voice. His eyes stopped on Harry, who was staring at him.

<<Harry?>> thought Dumbledore, directing it to Harry. The boy nodded. While this was happening, everyone turned to look at Dumbledore and Harry, who seemed to be staring at each other, as though no one else was in the room. The talks lessened and hushed. Hermione poked Harry, who paid no attention to her.

<did you learn to use Mind Speech?>> asked Dumbledore. <<Nevermind that question Harry. When were you planning on informing me that you are the Lord Magus?>> Harry thought Dumbledore was looking rather amused, and a smile forming, which everyone saw. It was quite confusing for them.

<<Sorry Professor. I had to be sure you were the Mentor. Geldrelline told me that the first to know that I was the Lord Magus had to be the Mentor, otherwise something would go wrong. And the first time you told us, I wasn't quite sure I heard right, so I was waiting for you to say it again!>> explained Harry. Dumbledore nodded, and a brilliant, noticeable twinkle set in his blue eyes, which everyone also saw.

Gladria watched them both, and smiled her smile, as she stood up.

"Albus. Should you tell everyone the good news? Or shall I?" she asked. Harry blinked. She was good. And he thought that maybe she could tell what had just happened, but the look on Dumbledore's face, and the fact that everyone supposed the two were carrying a silent conversation.

"Ah. You don't miss a thing, do you, my dear Lady Gladria," said Dumbledore, smiling merrily.

"No, I don't. And that's the wonder of my mind power. Will you do the honors?" she asked again, while directing her thoughts to Harry and Dumbledore.

<<Harry must not tell the other people before the someone else does. It is a rule of the loyal Magids, just like the rule of not letting anyone else know before the Mentor!>> thought Gladria, directing it to Harry and Dumbledore, who nodded.

"Now, really! What is going on!" snapped Professor McGonagall.

"Yes. I would like to know too," added Erupses.

"I can only guess the news," said Aberforth, giving a small chuckle, which scared the people. "Can't an old man laugh when he is happy?" he added, looking around.

"What's there to be happy about?" asked Fred.

"Voldemort's about to take over the world, and you're happy?" asked George.

"And what the hell is going on between you people?" asked several voices.

"I like the news. Don't you, Holli?" asked Grace, turning to her sister.

"Definitely. Calls for celebration," agreed Holli. Bill looked at her, wondering what they were so damn cheerful about when the next apocalypse will soon begin to kill them all. Then he thought, and smiled.

"Is what I think happened, really happened?" asked Bill. The knowing people nodded, knowing very well what he had guessed. "Fred! George! Break out the fireworks!"

They had both just guessed.

"But, it's not the 27^th!" exclaimed Fred.

"Are you telling me that someone changed the dates?" asked George. No one else except this group of people knew what was going on. Even Hermione was clueless. Ron, however, saw no need for panic, as he drank more tea. Everyone else was starting to panic.

"Are they going mad? Dumbledore's the leader! We're doomed!" exclaimed Neville.

"Shhh! Listen, and we'll find out," said Hermione.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" asked Luna.

"What?" asked Hermione.

"You'll find out. But I daresay there's a cause for a big celebration," replied Luna, looking knowingly at the knowing group of people.

"Albus, how?" asked Erupses, who seems to have figured out what they were on about. Everyone who didn't know what was going on was talking amongst themselves trying figure out what was happening.

"I think the babbling should stop here! We'll give you a Babbling Beverage in that goblet if you don't stop talking!" snapped Erupses. Everyone immediately stopped.

"See? You should all take a leaf outta my book! Don't trust anyone to provide drinks," said Moody, darkly.

"That wasn't-It's not-Never mind! Continue with your babbling!" shouted Erupses, as everyone once again, exploded with talks.

"So, should I do the honors?" asked Dumbledore. Of course, everyone was still talking, but they could hear him.

"Of course," replied Gladria

"And fast," added Holli, looking back at the crowd.

"My dear members! Harry is the Lord Magus!" said Dumbledore, looking to see everyone's reactions. They did not react. They heard, but didn't register. And some were yelling and shouting, and carrying conversations. Harry saw Hermione and Ron once again, engage in a furious argument.

"He's a good ACTOR! Pretending to be nice and all!" stormed Ron.

"He passed the seat test, didn't he? Stop it Ron!" shouted Hermione.

"How do you know he didn't trick it?" came Ron.

"He is a good person, Ron!" shouted Hermione. Everyone turned to look at the two.

"Oh no he isn't! Fraternizing with the enemy!" shouted Ron.

"Stupid git! WHEN WILL YOU EVER LEARN THAT--what?" came Hermione, suddenly looking from Harry to Dumbledore.

"I see you've just heard what I had recently said! It's true, Miss Granger!" declared Dumbledore.

"Huh?" came Ron, now looking at everyone staring at him and Hermione.

The crowd turned to look at Dumbledore. They had heard what Dumbledore had said before, but it just hasn't been registered into their minds until Hermione broke the argument. They fell silent. It was almost an eerie silence. They looked back from Dumbledore, and all eyes fell on Harry.

"He--Say that again?" asked Professor McGonagall, weakly. "I have to sit down. Yes. Sit. Need my rest," she added, as she slowly sat down, and drank her tea.

"Harry is the Lord Magus," said Dumbledore, again, looking back at the crowd.

"What's this about Dumbledore! We're not in the mood for games!" exclaimed Amos.

"When has Dumbledore ever joked about something like this?" asked Bill.

"Blimey!" cried Lee.

"Harry? Harry dear?" came Mrs. Weasley. She peered closely at him, as though inspecting to see if he was a Magid.

"My goodness!" said Professor McGonagall.

"Excuse me for awhile," said Hermione, as she fell to the floor with a thud.

"Hermione!" cried Harry and Ron, rushing to her, but Madam Pomfrey got to her first.

"Nothing to worry about. She's just fainted. From shock, I expect!" declared Madam Pomfrey. "Enervate," she muttered, and Hermione sat back up again.

"Sorry about that," muttered Hermione.

"No offense, Dumbledore! But how can you prove it! Haven't we all agreed that V-V-Lord thing was the Magid?" asked Amos.

"We never agreed that he was the Magid. We only agreed that there was a high possibility of him being a Magid," said Charlie.

"But how can this be?" asked Sirius.

"How can Harry be the Magid? I'm assuming...his birth date?" asked Dumbledore. They all nodded. Harry didn't really know how.

"Harry. You were not born on the 31^st of July. You were born on the 27^th of July at seven in the morning here," declared Dumbledore.

"The date was changed. On the 27^th of July in that particular year, all the boys who were born had been given new birth dates. Some has been pushed back a couple of days. Some was push forward. Harry's birthday was pushed forward four days," explained Professor Sinistra. Harry turned to look at her. How did she know so much? Was she his Godmother?

"Why?" asked Ginny.

"Because of a belief of Cassandra Clairvoyante Trelawney. She had a dream about something important happening that day. And she was indeed right. She said that they be given different birthdates, and they listened to her of course, knowing her as the great celebrated seer," explained Professor Sinistra. "I guess she knew that one of the boys being born carried a secret that must not be known to the world until today. And she was right."

"Oh," said Amos, simply. "But how are we sure that he's the Magid? We can't just take his word for it!"

"N why did 'Arry only tell us now?" asked Hagrid. "Coulda saved us a great deal of worry!"

"It is because the first to know must be the Mentor. Harry did not know that Albus was the Mentor, until he said so. The first time, Harry wasn't completely sure. So he had to wait for Albus to say it a second time. If the first to know that Harry was the Magis isn't the Mentor, that Harry would fall unconscious for several days after losing all his magical power," explained Gladria.

Harry gasped. They all gasped. First, finding out about the Burnout. Now, finding out he could've been turned into a Squib.

"So...can he prove it? How do we know that he is seriously the real Lord Magus. I mean, I'll be thrilled it isn't the Lord thing, but are you sure?" asked Amos.

"Harry told me Geldrelline told him that. Geldrelline is part of the Sai. She does not appear to people for nothing. There is always a reason for her to appear. Harry could not have known about the Mentor and Lord Magus rule if Geldrelline didn't tell him," said Dumbledore.

"But I want some proof!" shouted Amos.

"Harry was able to Mind Speak to me in order to tell me. Mind Speaking is not a common gift," said Dumbledore.

"But I want some visual proof. So what? You have that gift also! That tells me nothing!" said Amos.

"You want visual? Something hard and powerful to do?" asked Dumbledore, looking at Gladria, who nodded and smiled.

"Harry, take out your wand!" said Sirius, picking up on what they were thinking.

Harry took it out, wondering what they wanted him to do.

"Now fix it," said Gladria, firmly, without another word. Harry looked back at her, wondering how he was supposed to fix it.

He looked at her, waiting for more instructions. But she said nothing else. Neither did anyone else. His wand. Of course he wanted to fix it. He wanted to be able to use it now! He was still depending on Priori Incantatem. He could have no other wand. He had to try to fix it. But how?

The sudden gasps in the room were brought to his attention. They were all staring at his hand, or what was in his hand. Harry looked at his wand. He was no longer holding two pieces. He was holding a polished whole wand, nine inches, and looking brand new. Harry gasped. He looked up.

"Well done, Harry. Any more questions of whether is the Lord Magus or not?" asked Gladria. They all shook their heads.

"But you said that other uncommon magic can do this too!" said Amos.

"I did indeed. But all of them required the use of Potions," replied Gladria.

"Is there proof that this could only be done by the Lord Magus, and not any other Witch or Wizard?" asked Amos.

"None that you know of Amos," said Dumbledore.

"Repairing at will can only be done by the Lord Magus," said Gladria. "It is a gift that the Lord Magus is born with, that appears when the Magus Forewarning occurs. It is the Call of the Lord."

"So that spilt drink, that was you, wasn't it?" asked Hermione.

"Er...yeah. I had to clean the one that Ron spilt so that you wouldn't get suspicious of what I was," replied Harry.

"And the piece of parchment. That was you?" asked Ginny. Harry nodded.

"Is that why your goblet filled up more than ours?" asked Hermione. Harry shrugged. Dumbledore and Gladria nodded.

"I think that is all you need to know," said Dumbledore, marking the end of this discussion. "So! I'm relieved! When Harry told me he was the Magus, I nearly had a heart attack," he said, chuckling.

"So Voldemort isn't the Magus?" asked Lilia.

"No." Cheering could be heard all across the room, and it was only after Erupses threatened to poison their drinks, that they all became silent once more.

"Now then, next matter of discussion," said Professor McGonagall, ignoring the chanting of Ginny, Fred, and George. ('It's Not the End of the World! It's Not the End of the World! It's Not the End of the World! It's Not the End of the World!' to the same tune they sung when Harry's Hearing was over. They finally stopped when Mrs. Weasley shouted at them to shut up. Nonetheless, it was a friendly 'shut up.')

"Sirius?" started Dumbledore. "We would like to hear your story now."

"Sure thing, but first, I want to ask Harry something," he replied.

"What?" asked Harry coldly, wondering if Sirius was going to apologize for his joke now.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" asked Sirius.

"Gee, let me think. Could it have possibly been that pointless and horrible joke you played on me this morning using Hermione and Ron?" asked Harry, in a calm voice.

"What joke?" asked Sirius.

"Don't you remember?" asked Ron.

"This morning before Harry woke up. You told us to tell Harry that you were still dead," said Hermione.

"I never did that," replied Sirius, with a frown.

"Yes you did. You came over to us when Ron and I were arguing!" exclaimed Hermione.

"No I didn't. I was doing a job for the leaders this morning. I didn't even see you guys until the Phoenix Messenger came," said Sirius, his eyebrows twitching.

"But-but! It was you!" exclaimed Ron.

"Ahem!" came Dumbledore. "Molly? You've been this house longer than we have, well, except for Sirius. Have you ever heard constant whistling and popping sounds in the early morning?"

"Well...yes. But I always assumed it was Fred and George up to their pranks," replied Mrs. Weasley.

"GASP! How could you mom?" came Fred.

"Accusing us of that!" came George, grinning.

"Hurtful, that was," agreed Fred, pretending to sniffle.

"Ah. I see then. I regret to announce that the Sirius you saw this morning was not Sirius!" declared Dumbledore.

"Then what was it?" asked Ron.

"A Boggartteist!" exclaimed Hermione.

"Correct, Hermione," replied Dumbledore.

"What's a Boggartteist?" asked Ron quickly.

"It's a shape shifter!" said Hagrid. "Can change to any appearance they like when people pass 'em by. They like ta play tricks and pranks on people, like them Poltergeists!"

"A cross between a Boggart and a Poltergeist? That's the worst!" exclaimed Ron.

"Oh. Sorry Sirius," muttered Harry.

"Perfectly alright. Now. Who wants to know why I'm alive? Okay then. I was dueling with my dear cousin, Bellatrix. She cursed me with one of her specialties. Don't really know what it it's called. It makes someone freeze up," said Sirius.

"Keep going," said Dumbledore.

"Oh I still knew what was going on, but I just couldn't move. My eyes couldn't move either. Basically, it's painful and it sort of makes you stop moving and look as if you had died. Of course, the curse would get lifted after about several years. As she froze me, I fell behind the veil. It pulled me through a portal of some sort, and I felt as though I was traveling through time or something."

"Time? Go on," asked Dumbledore.

"I saw images and numbers passing by quickly, that I couldn't make anything out. And then there were no more images and numbers. They were replaced with stars rushing past me, but I didn't feel them. And I guess I was falling, because after a couple of hours I think, I stopped falling. I was suspended in midair, and then I was falling upwards. Upwards!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Then after about I don't know, a couple of days? I was rushing towards some white mist, which soon became thicker. And then there were more colors. Different colored clouds!" said Sirius.

"The Elysium Clouds!" said Harry, suddenly, remembering that he saw Sirius in the dream that Geldrelline had called him to. "I saw you in my dream. And my parents...Geldrelline called me in my dream to the Elysium Clouds so that she could talk to me about my powers," explained Harry.

"Interesting," said Erupses. "Keep talking Black."

"Er...yeah. As Geldrelline has told me, it was the Elysium Clouds. She said that she has taken me away from where I was falling. She said that that the veil is a portal door. People who fall beyond it fall into the Path of Eternity, a never ending place. She didn't tell me more about that place, but she said that it was part of the Underworld or something like that. She said that I had my part to play in this story, and that I had to go back. She took the curse off me. She told me to turn into a different dog, and that I can't go wondering on the streets looking like Sirius or the wanted black dog. She used her magic and told me that I could turn into a small white dog. I stayed on the clouds for about a month trying to turn into the other form. It was somehow easier to learn it over there. Peaceful, and Lily and James accompanied me everyday, though they were not allowed to talk to the living," said Sirius, looking at Harry.

"Lily and James?" asked Dumbledore.

"I would guess that the Elysium Clouds is some sort of Heaven," said Sirius.

"It is," replied Gladria and Harry.

"After I have accomplished it, Geldrelline told me that she was not allowed to use anymore of her magic on helping me, and that I would have to do the rest myself. She told me not to go to Grimmauld Place or Hogwarts first, but to go to Atlantis through the ancient tunnel, and she told me how to get there. She told me that once I fall through the Elysium Clouds, I would be back where I started. The Department of Mysteries. And I did just that, and turned into the white dog. Of course, I didn't understand why I couldn't go to Grimmauld Place first. When I arrived there as a white dog, Gladria came over to me, and carried me to the castle."

"Geldrelline has come to me too. She told me that Sirius had to come to the Grimmauld Place with the six Clystrins that would be going there. The Death-Freeze spell gives many poisons and illness. Geldrelline could not interfere anymore, so she sent Sirius to me so I can go on healing him. Sirius could not come here first because there was not much time. It was faster using the ancient tunnel," said Gladria.

"By the time I woke up, I felt all refreshed. Magic, I tell you. Powerful magic. Then the Clystrins told me to go into my dog form, and then we set out for the ancient path. People at Atlantis only saw me as a white dog," ended Sirius.

"So now we know. Onto the codes?" asked Erupses.

"Yes. The codes," agreed Aberforth.

"Everyone, take a moment to remember the Order's code. You need to know this to get in the Grimmauld Place afterwards. Take a couple of drinks first," said Aberforth. They did so. Then Aberforth waved his wand, and a giant piece of parchment appeared in the middle. They saw the code.

A6OotSLTsGEM9A

"Um. We're expected to remember everything? Even if it's lowercase or capitol?" asked Ron.

"Yes. Can anyone think of an easier way to remember this?" asked Dumbledore. After a moment, Hermione raised her hand.

"The two A's on each end represent Aberforth and Albus, right?" asked Hermione.

"Yes. Go on," said Aberforth.

"Then there's two numbers, one on each end. If you put them together, it's 69, the number of members in the Order," said Hermione.

Aberforth nodded. "Then the OotSLTsstands for 'Order of the Star Light Trails. The lowercase 's' is the 's' in Trails. The lowercase 'o' and 't' are the unimportant words, so they aren't capitalized. Right?" asked Hermione.

Dumbledore nodded, and his eyes twinkled merrily. Harry and Ron marveled at their friend's logic and intelligence.

"The G, E, and M are all capitalized. The G stands for Gladria. The E stands for Evanus. The M stands for Minerva," said Hermione. "The five leaders' first letter of their first names."

"Quite correct," said Aberforth.

"That's the whole code," ended Hermione. Everyone looked back at the code. From the way that she put it, it was more easier to remember.

"Now. For the rings. That will be our means of communication. Aberforth? You have them?" asked Professor McGonagall. Aberforth waved his wand, and in his hands, appeared a box. He walked around the circle, handing them out.

Harry looked at his. It was a red ring. On it, was three stars, the middle one glowing white. It was a pretty thing. The room now looked like it had sixty-nine fireflies, except it was a white glow. Harry inspected his ring. Suddenly, tiny words appeared on it. It said HP. His initials.

"I see you've noticed the glowing stars and your initials. No one besides the members of the Order can see these rings. Gladria did that. This is a way of communication as well as a sign that you are part of the Order. If you were somehow wearing a disguise, the Order members can see the star, and they will know that you are a member. Once put on, the rings cannot be taken off, unless we do otherwise," said Aberforth.

"There are three stars. The middle star is glowing white, currently. That means you are on our side. See these other two stars? As a leader, we can change the color of the stars. As we've said before, this is a communication device. If the left star is glowing blue, that means for you to listen for instructions. No one can hear it except for the wearer of the ring. You must be touching the blue star. This does not mean that the star of the person next to you will be turning blue. We will call on who we wish to call on. For example, if someone is trapped somewhere, we will not call on the students, but we will call on the people who may be Animagus or unemployed. You never know. There's a star on the right. It can turn into many colors. If it's gree, then it means to abort mission. That should be enough. We will keep you updated on the rings. Oh and...If you are in need of help, touch the left star, and picture who you wish to call on. When it turns orange, then you may speak. Preferably, we would wish for you all to inform the leaders before others. Put on the rings," said Dumbledore. They put it on.

Harry put the ring on. Suddenly he felt warmth, and the ring glowed even brighter, and then went back to its usually white glow. He tried to take it off again just to see what would happen, and it didn't move.

"Now that's that. Is there anything else to talk about? Anything else?" asked Aberforth. "Okay, then. There's a sign up sheet in the back. There are eight spots for each day. Shopkeepers! You don't have to sign up."

They all made their way into the back room, and signed up. Harry signed up for the same day as Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville.

"You are all welcome to come here on the twenty-seventh to witness the Awakening, that is, if Harry doesn't mind," said Dumbledore. Harry shook his head. "Good then! It will be a magnificent day, indeed. It will begin sometime in the afternoon, after 1:00. It may start somewhere around 2:00. It might last through the night. Please, leave a few at a time."

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It was about two o'clock in the morning, when most of the members had left. Dumbledore came up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Harry. I will begin training you two hours every other night. It is also essential that you do not work yourself too hard. You heard what the Burn Out is. You're well under the age of twenty. Please do not try to talk to the animals. You will find that the creatures here are not too welcoming. Please, do not try your Sight again. After Seeing only a couple of yards away, you've had a terrible headache. If you try to see what Voldemort is doing, you are overusing your strength. Most importantly, do not try Seeing into the future. It is too much for now. Do not try to transform into too many animals. I am limiting you to five a week. I will train you, but only try five yourself, not all in one day. Sirius can help you start. Do you understand Harry? You may try the Call and Mind Speech. I do not want the Burn Out to happen. And you very well know the seriousness of that. And please. Do not use Legilimens. I'm sure your friends will not like the invasion of privacy. Also, please do not turn your wand into an Archimage Scepter. Nor turn it into a Magi Caduceus. It will not work with only one Magus wand. Save your questions for your training. Don't ask me how I know that you know this. You still need your wand for school. I will see you tomorrow night for your first training. Goodnight to you all," said Dumbledore, as he turned to leave.

Harry turned back to his friends. And now there were more people standing there staring at him after hearing Dumbledore's words on his powers. They stared, wide-eyed at him.

"You have the Sight?" asked Ron, finally breaking the silence.

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"Have you found out who the Lord Magus is?" asked a cold voice.

"N-no my Lord," replied a trembling person.

"Most of us are still working on it Master," said a short figure.

"Then work faster! Pathetic fools. How hard is it to obey one command? If you have not found out who it is by next week, I shall feed some of you to the Dementors!" roared the cold voice.

"M-my Lord. Please. As of now, we are not sure who is in Dumbledore's new Order yet," said a daring figure.

"Master, there has been no new news in the Ministry. No news whatsoever of the Magids," said the short figure.

"Narcissa! Has the elf come yet?" asked the cold voice.

"No, my Lord. There has been no word from Kreacher. I suspect that the Order has done some magic to prevent him from coming to me," replied Narcissa, this time, with more confidence ever since she found out that her husband was a Magus, and that they were now on Voldemort's good side. She had less to fear.

"Nott! Gather some other Death Eaters, and get every single Wizarding newspaper or magazine there is, and read each page with details. Look for anything out of the ordinary, and anything that may pertain to Magids!" roared the cold voice.

"But my Lord. That is quite a large number of reading to do," replied Nott.

"I told you to gather up more Death Eaters to do the same thing!" snapped the cold voice.

"But my Lord. Even then, it's quite impossible--"

"I expect a report every day! Get out of my sight!" interrupted the cold voice. Nott quickly stepped away and out of sight.

"Bella! Spy on all the suspected members. See if anyone has constant contact with Dumbledore or the other Muggle loving fool. If there are any meetings, eavesdrop on them! Do not make yourself visible to the public. Most importantly, avoid the Mad-Eye ex-Auror. Weasleys. Blood traitors. They could have been great. But they chose the losing side. Of course, with some guidance and persuasion...some people change...from time to time..."

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Harry woke up with a gasp. He rubbed his forehead.

'What was it? Voldemort! He knows there's a new Order!' Harry suddenly sat up straight, and knocked over the small magic lamp. It fell to the floor with a crash, which woke everyone in the room up. Harry checked his watch. Six o'clock in the morning.

Fred and George woke up. "Blimey Harry!" started George.

"Nightmare?" asked Fred. Harry didn't reply, and suddenly sank back into his pillow. He was still thinking back to the dream. He didn't hear them. He was off in his own little world. There was nothing there to distract him, so he worked hard on remembering the whole of his vision. Then suddenly, everything stopped. To Fred and George, it seemed as though Harry was frozen with his eyes still open.

"Ron, wake up!" yelled George, right into his dear brother's ears. Fred walked over and gave him a few slaps.

"Evenitas Acqua !" muttered Fred, after taking out his wand. Immediately, water began rushing out of his wand and onto Ron. It must have been cold water because he immediately jumped out of bed.

The door burst open, and Hermione, Ginny, and Charlie came rushing in. They studied the scene before them. Ron still wildly hopping on the floor, soaked with water. Maybe it was not cold water after all. It was actually hot water, and probably the reason for Ron hopping, switching feet on every alternate hop. Fred, with water still rushing out of his wand, and looking around wildly, wondering how to get rid of the water. It looked like Niagara Falls. George was standing next to Harry, giving him slaps on the face, hoping to snap him out of it, and not paying attention to the water and his brothers. Hermione, Ginny, and Charlie stared at the scene.

"They're your brothers," said Hermione, finally. Ginny walked carefully around the tragic waterfall and took out her wand.

"Iontanas Acqua!" muttered Ginny, pointing her wand at Fred's wand, and the water stopped rushing out and cleared immediately, and the wand had dried off. Fred looked amazingly at his little sister, as he shook her hand and thanked her.

"Oh. Hi," said George, as he stopped, and looked up at the crowd. Ron also stopped hopping after a couple of seconds.

Fred opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted by Charlie.

"Not a word about that," said Charlie, waving it aside. "What's up with Harry?"

They looked back at their friend, who seemed to not be frozen anymore, but was now in a deep trance.

"Hermione! What's happening to him?" asked Ginny.

"I just woke up," informed Ron.

"He looks like he's in a trance," said Charlie, rubbing his chin, as he walked closer to inspect him. They walked over to Harry's bed, and watched. Harry's eyes closed and opened. He didn't move.

"Don't do anything!" said Hermione, suddenly.

"What's going on?" asked Ron.

"I think he may be prophesizing!" exclaimed Hermione.

"What?" asked George.

"Keep watching!" insisted Hermione. Harry was still not moving, except for his eyes. They were glowing green now, and they gasped. Glowing?

"AFTER THEY ARE FOUND...TOGETHER...ALL GO ON A QUEST. THE CREATURE UNLEASHED AND THE PORTALS WILL OPEN...NOT UNTIL THE KEY IS FOUND AND THE LYRE UNLOCKED. SACRIFICE...THEIR CHOICE OF HEART. BUT BEWARE...THE DARK WILL ESCAPE...AND THE END SOON COMES..."

Harry's eyes stopped glowing and went back to normal. He closed his eyes and opened it again, and then sat up.

"I have no idea what I just prophesized," said Harry, looking at his wide-eyed friends.