A.J RYAN IN THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

Chapter Three - Meeting Harry Potter

I was sitting in the kitchen with Sirius and Remus when Harry entered with Ron and Hermione. The full moon was tonight, and I really came to check how Remus was going with the potion.

"Alexis-June Ryan, this of course is Harry Potter. Harry this is A.J." Sirius smiled fondly at his God-son.

"Lovely to meet you, Harry." I waved.

"Yeah, you too." He said politely.

He had been at Headquarters for almost a week, but this was the first time I'd seen him.

After a moment I turned back to him. "I heard you have a snowy owl. I'd love to meet her sometime."

"I heard your Patronus was an owl." He said smiling.

I smiled back.

What I gathered about Harry from meetings, was how fond of him people were. I picked up that he was modest, kind and intelligent. Despite fifteen years of quite terrible things happening to him, he was as normal as a teenager could be.

"Is it true you can speak six languages?" Harry asked. "Sirius said." He added, when I looked surprised.

"Which ones?" Hermione spoke up.

"I'm guessing French and Italian." Remus piped in.

"Sort of, and yes." I replied.

I watched as the twins held up two fingers.

"Gobbly-Gook?" Sirius asked.

"Yep."

"Then Mermish too." Hermione said.

I nodded. "German, Greek, and some Russian."

"That's seven." The twins said together, looking up from the seven fingers raised between them.

"My French and Russian are barely passable; I count them as one."

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The next meeting was filled with updates on the progress of the members in the Order, now that Harry was safe in Headquarters and cleared of all charges at his Ministry hearing.

The two oldest Weasley children – Bill and Charlie – were both members of the Order.

Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania, was trying to recruit as many foreign wizards as he could.

Bill works for Gringotts Bank – he had transferred back here from Egypt. He had recruited a stunningly beautiful French witch named Fleur Delacour. Ron had explained to me that her Grandmother had been a Veela.

The purpose of the Order of the Phoenix was to prevent Voldemort carrying out his plans. Voldemort had not planned on Harry living, which meant that no one was supposed to know he had returned besides his Death-Eaters. Dumbledore had a fairly good idea of what his plans were – building up his followers like an army. He would be attempting to recruit the giants and a manner of dark creatures.

Some members are tailing known Death Eaters, others are doing all they can to recruit more people into the Order, and others have been stationed on guard duty at the Ministry of Magic.

They were stationed in shifts outside the Department of Mysteries each night when the Ministry was closed. They believed Voldemort to be after a memory inside the Hall of Prophecies.

They had poured over the plans of the building in great detail, taking in every possible angle the Ministry could be infiltrated. The spotting of Lucius Malfoy on the same level the day of Harry's hearing, making them even surer this is what Voldemort was after.

The younger Weasley children, – Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny – Harry and Hermione have been busy cleaning and clearing out creatures in Headquarters. Some days I stayed to help them – but mostly I came to visit Sirius.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic was ruling the Daily Prophet, slandering Dumbledore's name, and basically calling Harry an attention seeking little brat. He refused to believe that the biggest dark wizard of all time had returned to power.

Due to the curiosity of the younger ones not in the Order, an Imperturbable Charm was constantly cast on the kitchen door as meetings started. Fred and George would try and corner me for information the times I visited Headquarters. At times I resorted to a Confundus charm.

"Fred and George trying to make you spill about the Order?" Sirius asked me with a knowing smile.

Remus, Tonks and Mr Weasley all stared, waiting for my response.

"I think it'd be easier to tell Harry. He'd take it with more maturity, those boys don't take anything seriously." I rolled my eyes. "I've resorted to..." I stopped dead as I took notice of who had just entered the room.

The twins were staring, it was evident they had heard what I said about them, by the smirks they were giving me.

Confunding them. I finished my sentence by intruding into the minds of the people closest to me.

They laughed at this.

"Be careful, they're likely to use Vertitaserum on you next." Remus warned.

Arthur shuffled a little uncomfortably as he smiled. He knew the twins to be more than capable of doing something like that.

"I used to practice making that when I was younger." I said quietly.

So that could be fun. I'm immune to it. I once again placed the end of my sentence in their minds.

They laughed again.

I ignored Fred and George, as they sat opposite each other, a few seats down from us at the table.