𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 harry potter.

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱

THE WEASLEYS ARRIVED at Twelve Grimmauld Place not long after the end of the term. It was essential for Molly and Arthur, as the Order of the Phoenix was soon called into, well—order. Of course, no parent in their right mind would believe that the children could fend for themselves, despite Fred and George coming of age and constantly reminding everyone of their Apparition Test success.

The kids, in good faith, somewhat believed that living with Sirius Black would offer a new kind of experience, one filled with vanity and a touch of royalty. Sure, 12 Grimmauld Place still retained its eerie charm, most of it buried under layers of dust. The beauty of the house only increased when Walburga Black's portrait would rouse and go on a fit of lovely rants.

"Be nice, Alvona," said Fred one day. He had been trying to persuade the girl to help them design a poster for a box of sweets. Ally had been determined to stay in her mother's good graces after the poor turnout of her exam scores, so she wasn't interested.

"Get Ginny to do it," Ally said, pretending to read a book Madam Pomfrey had lent her for the summer.

George shook his head. "She's been practicing those hexes... we're quite afraid of her, really."

She rolled her eyes, irritation at her unmoved brothers rising. "Get Ron, then."

"He has awful handwriting."

"I'm busy!"

"With what, exactly?" Fred asked, mocking. Ally hadn't been busy at all; she'd been so bored that she resorted to a very aggressive cleaning spree of their bedroom.

Ally sighed, sitting up and closing her book. Fred reached out to grab it, but she slapped his hand away. "How much for a poster?"

"Ten Knuts."

Ally tutted, wiggling her finger. "You've got to do better than that."

"You're terrible," said George in disbelief, collecting the quills and parchment as the twins stormed out of the girl's room.

Thankfully, 12 Grimmauld Place had been more generous than their home with rooms. For the first time in her life, she didn't have to share a room with anyone. She thought of asking for Percy's room at the end of the term but decided not to bring it up as it had been a sore subject for her parents.

She helped her mother with dinner that night, further buttering up to her parents with the presence of O.W.L.s the following year. It was tough; she knew she had to do better, as her future prospects of becoming a Healer could disappear if she continued to perform poorly. Funny, considering 'P' was her usual mark.

Sirius, in his ragged robes and long black hair (which Molly lightly objected to), walked into the kitchen, looking considerably better than he had in recent months. He had taken a liking to Molly's cooking and had been oddly positive lately. Arthur said it was due to the presence of such a rowdy family like the Weasleys occupying the place.

He winked at Ally, who had stopped chopping garlic and made her way to sit next to him. She still remembered their first conversation when they arrived at his house. "I was the first Gryffindor in my family, too," he had said. He was kind, though sometimes a bit abrasive.

Everyone gathered at the long table in the kitchen that evening, which served as a place for their meetings but soon became a place to share meals. It was quite odd, especially when the Order was complete, and there were strange people eating with them. Some days, even Snape would arrive, much to the kids' horror.

"He's what?!" Molly shrieked over dinner, standing up and banging her hands on the table after Arthur's arrival, announcing that Harry had produced a Patronus in front of a Muggle and was facing a hearing at the Ministry, having been issued an expulsion from Hogwarts.