A/N: Okay… here is the first chapter of the "sequel" I guess you could call it. Second chapter is nearly finished as well… enjoy!


Harry Potter and the Order Rising

Chapter One: The Tides Turn

Susan Amelia Bones climbed to her knees, trembling slightly. Ernie quickly pocketed his wand and pulled her to her feet.

"I'm sorry, Susan, I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked anxiously. She attempted a weak smile.

"No, I'm just a bit shaken," she replied, trying to reassure herself as much as him. "That was a brilliant bit of magic, though, where did you learn that?" Ernie grinned sheepishly and slid The Dark Arts Outsmarted from the shelf behind her and leafed through the pages to the middle of the book.

"It's in here. I've been practicing it a lot lately," he admitted.

"Have you been coming here by yourself?" She was astonished. She took the book, glancing around the Room of Requirement. She and Ernie and a few other ex-DA members had been meeting there secretly ever since they'd discovered that Harry Potter wasn't returning to Hogwarts this year. It was obvious to all of them why he had not returned. Any idiot could see that he was going after Voldemort. They were planning – hoping – that once they'd trained up a bit more, that they could join him.

Susan's insides burned as she thought of her uncle Edgar and her aunt and cousins. Sure, she'd been too young to remember, but they were her family. And she positively fumed at the thought of what they'd done to her Auntie Amelia.

Ernie was fighting for Dumbledore, she knew. He'd always admired the old Headmaster's intellect and power. His family had also been close to Dumbledore for years.

Justin Finch-Fletchley wanted to avenge the death of Hannah Abbott's mother. Justin and Hannah had been a couple for awhile, until Hannah had been told the news and had left school. Susan remembered sitting with Justin in their common room, soothing him after Hannah had left. He and Hannah were both muggle-borns, and it struck him on a personal level that her mother, a muggle, could be in harm's way. Susan was unsure of the other members' reasoning, but she felt it didn't matter, as long as they were willing to fight.

At the present moment, Justin, Michael Corner, and Anthony Goldstein were attending their N.E.W.T Muggle Studies lesson, which Susan and Ernie had opted not to take. Lavender Brown was in Divination, Terry Boot was attending Arithmancy, and Dean Thomas was in the library, working on his Transfiguration essay. They were all that was left of the original group. Besides those who had graduated, the Patils, Zacharias Smith, Seamus Finnigan, and the Creevey brothers had not returned to Hogwarts this year. Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood had disappeared the evening of the first day and had not been seen again. It was at this point that Ernie had voiced his opinion (although this was not an uncommon occurrence).

Ernie had reasoned that while McGonagall would be likely to approve a re-formed D.A., she would undoubtedly not approve of their motives, and for this reason they had decided to meet in secret. Even without Harry, who had been an excellent teacher, they made good progress. They met as often as possible. They had no leader, not really, but Ernie would schedule a meeting now and then. In between these, whoever wanted would come to the room and practice, usually in pairs or in small groups if they were able. They spent most of their free periods there, and many evenings as well, practicing, always practicing.

"Err, well, I had hoped to get good enough at it that I could show it to the rest of you," Ernie told her, pulling her out of her reverie. They had many classes together and most of the same free periods, and so they had become near-permanent partners.

"You should definitely show everyone at our next group meeting," Susan said excitedly. Ernie grinned.

"I think I will. We're supposed to be working on our shield charms next time." Susan nodded. Most of them had already perfected stunning, freezing, disarming, and many useful jinxes, such as the full-body bind. They were having difficulties with their patronuses. Susan reasoned that it was probably because they had a hard time thinking of happy thoughts. Ernie and Terry had been researching different shields and ways to block jinxes and curses.

She glanced down at the book in her hands. The block Ernie had just used against her stunner had nearly knocked her out. It was a powerful spell for sure.

"Do you think we can do this?" She asked Ernie suddenly, looking up at him. He stared at her.

"Do what?" He asked, confused. She closed the book and placed it back on the shelf as they began to pack their bags for Charms, their next class.

"This. Fight You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters." She replied. Ernie put an arm around her shoulders and guided her out into the corridor.

"Yes, I do. We just have to believe we can. I just don't know how we're going to find Harry… we've been trying for nearly two weeks and no one has seen or heard about him at all." Susan tapped her chin.

"I wonder…" she began. Ernie glanced down at her.


"Well, it's pretty safe to say Hermione Granger and Ron and Ginny Weasley went with him. I mean, they were inseparable and none of them returned to school this term."

"Go on," Ernie prodded, looking interested.

"Well, I just wondered if the Weasley's parents would be able to help. I know that Harry lived with his muggle aunt and uncle and Hermione's parents are muggles, so we may not get much help there, but with the Weasleys we might. Surely they know where to find them?" Ernie smiled.

"Susan, you're a genius! Why didn't we think of that before?" She shrugged.

"It just came to me now," she replied modestly. "We'll bring it up at the meeting tonight and if we all agree, someone will have to send an owl to the Weasleys."

Later, after Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and a quick dinner, Susan and Ernie returned to the Room of Requirement with the others. As soon as everyone was gathered, Susan explained her idea. They all agreed that it was brilliant.

"But should we send an owl?" Terry asked. "I mean, how will they be sure it's not from an enemy? They may not write back at all."

"What are our other options?" Lavender demanded. "We can't exactly leave school to go track them down." She alone seemed somewhat reluctant to join Harry. She wanted to fight, but Susan knew she was dreading having to face Ron and Hermione. Being that they only two girls left in the DA, Susan and Lavender had become good friends.

"Neville and Luna did," Terry argued back. "I don't see why we should be any different. We're Harry's friends, too, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but it was easy for them. They were only two, we're eight. And I heard McGonagall telling Flitwick that they used the thestrals to leave. I doubt we'll be able to find eight thestrals to fly on without attracting some bit of attention."

"Well, what do you propose, then?" Ernie barked. Michael shrugged.

"I don't know," he replied. "Give me a day or two; I'll try to think of something."

Ginny opened her eyes and blinked. Lifting her head and looking around, she saw Draco, Hermione, and Katrina climbing to their feet.

"Wh-what just happened?" Hermione asked shakily. The dementors were gone, and several black cloaks were lying on the ground around them, as though the dementors inside of them had vanished.

"I have no idea, but I think we won," Draco replied, his voice trembling like Hermione's.

"Why did your patronuses combine like that?" Katrina asked. "I've never seen anything like it!" Ginny picked herself up off of the ground. Her hands shook as she bent over and retrieved her fallen wand.

"I don't know, but I felt different than I ever have while conjuring a patronus. Like this surge of power was running through me…" she trailed off.

"That's what I felt," Draco said, looking astonished. Hermione leaned against a tree, looking lost in thought.

"There has to be some sort of connection there. Maybe it's because we were touching, and we said the spell together," Ginny suggested.

"Maybe," Hermione said, though she looked doubtful. "Patronuses feed off of your emotions. The happier your thought is, the more powerful your patronus is. If you're touching someone else while performing a spell, sometimes you can absorb a bit of their power and make your spell more powerful, but it's dangerous because you can take too much power from them and make them weak. But anyway patronuses don't work off of your power that way. Unless…" She stared each of them down, a beady look in her eye.

"What?" Draco demanded.

"What were you thinking of? What was your happy thought?" Hermione asked them. Ginny blushed slightly.

"Well, I-I was thinking of Harry, of happier times with him, I guess," she mumbled. Hermione turned to Draco, who flushed and turned away.

"What were you thinking of, Draco?" Hermione demanded. Draco turned back and glared at her, and then looked at the ground.

"Well, I don't really have a lot of happy memories, you know, so I didn't really know what to think of and…" he trailed off, and Hermione put her hands on her hips, waiting. "Iwasinkinofodder," he mumbled.

"Sorry, didn't catch that." Ginny said, deliberately teasing him. Draco glared at her, too.

"All right, all right! I was thinking of Potter. I mean, he was already kind of on my mind since he just died and all, and, well, he gave me a second chance even though I didn't deserve it, and no one's ever done that for me. It's one of the only happy memories I have," he snapped. Hermione just shook her head.

"You're not a bad guy, Draco, do you know that?" He shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"So what do we do now?" Hermione sighed.

"I'm not sure. I guess we should just wait here for Ron and Neville to return." As she said these words, two cracks announced the arrival of their friends. To Ginny's surprise, Luna was with them and was not chained.

"What's going on?" She demanded. Ron held up his hand.

"Ginny, let me explain-"

"Explain what? Why is she here?" Luna began to cry silently. Ginny glared at her. Neville put his arm around Luna's shoulders.

"Luna didn't do it." Using the tip of his wand, Neville tugged at the chain of the locket and pulled it out of her shirt. It was glowing. Ginny put a hand over her mouth.

"Does this mean that that is a-" Hermione asked, staring in awe. Ron nodded.

"It – he – possessed her," he explained. "He made her do it." Ginny felt terrible. She knew what it was like to be possessed.

"I-I'm sorry, Luna," she said quietly. "I had no idea you were-" Luna stopped her.

"It's okay," she replied. "You couldn't have known." Ginny shook her head.

"But I should have. I've been there before; I should have read the signs." Luna hugged her, surprising her.

"You can't be strong all the time," she whispered, low enough that the others couldn't hear. Ginny shook her head.

"I can try," she replied fiercely.

"We need to destroy that locket," Hermione said.

"And how are we supposed to do that?" Draco demanded. "Does anyone here know anything about how to destroy a horcrux?" They all shook their heads, except Ginny.

"Well, Harry put a basilisk fang through the diary," she said quietly. "And, if I remember correctly, Tom had already come out of it, because Harry said he talked to him." Hermione nodded.

"That's right! He used your life-force to come out of the diary. So we need to draw him out of that locket somehow." Ginny shook her head.

"No way. He has to drain the life out of someone and that's much too dangerous. I almost died."

"I'll do it," Luna spoke up. She had a very determined look on her face.

"No, Luna, you don't have to do this," Ginny said quickly, glaring at Hermione for bringing it up. "We don't want to lose you." Luna squeezed her hand.

"I'm partly responsible for this. I could have told any of you about the voices, but I was scared. If I had, Harry would still be alive."

"It's not your fault," Ginny protested. Luna smiled slightly.

"I'm doing this, for Harry. It's the least I can do." Hermione pushed away from the tree.

"But Luna-"

"For Harry," she repeated firmly.

"Luna," Hermione shook the blonde. "Luna, please wake up!" She repeated tearfully. Hermione and Luna were alone in the clearing with Harry's lifeless body. Sunlight had long since begun to pour through the trees; it was now past midday.

"She won't wake," a voice said. Hermione looked up and gasped; Voldemort was standing above her, his body a misty gray and growing more solid by the minute.

"What have you done to her?" Hermione demanded.

"I've taken her life-force, mudblood," Voldemort replied. He looked to be in his early twenties, his face had not yet taken on its disproportioned state. He was still as handsome and young looking as his father had been. "Eventually, she will slip away quietly and I will become whole." He reached down and took the locket from around Luna's neck.

"Don't touch her!" Hermione cried hysterically. Voldemort smiled evilly and twisted the chain around his long fingers.

"She's of no use anymore. I might as well just kill her and get it over with, but then why waste the energy? She was pathetically easy to control, you know. Weak, magically and emotionally. So I used her to kill Harry Potter and now I'll regain my body and become whole!" He tossed the locket to the ground and advanced toward Hermione.

"How could you have known to kill Harry?" Hermione continued, stalling as she backed quickly away. Where were the others? "As far as you're concerned, the prophecy won't happen for another thirty years or more."

"I read it all from her mind, of course. It was all right there, plain as day, about the prophecy and your pathetic plans to destroy my horcruxes. Of course I cannot let such a thing happen. So I had to come out quickly to destroy you all. Where are your friends? We can make this a party," he said, smirking.

"You're evil!" Hermione hissed at him. He sneered.

"And what would you know of good and evil, mudblood? There is no good, and no evil, only power, something you will never have, you filthy blooded wench." Hermione was seeing red by this point, and she stood and went to draw her wand, but it was not there. Voldemort laughed quietly, a sinister laugh that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as he held up her wand.

"Looking for this? You should really keep track of such things. How pitiful it would be to die by your own wand." He raised the wand, leveling it at the terrified girl.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort's eyes widened in shock. Whipping around, he saw Ron, Neville, Ginny, Draco, and Katrina, all standing over the open locket, their wands pointed at it. Voldemort began to fade away.

"No!" He screamed, but it was no use. Another fragment of Voldemort's soul disappeared forever.