There are some AU elements so please don't expect everything to match cannon.

A/N: The Characters and the universe all belong to J.K Rowling. Nothing is mine.

Being young is such a pain in the ass.

Wait. No…

Being younger is such a pain in the ass.

Younger than whom you might ask? Well… Everyone.

Everyone. Everyone who is older than you seems to assume you are a chimp who needs help peeling bananas. It is like a universal law that as soon as you are revealed to be younger you are assumed to be more stupid.

Let me give you the context.

I am Harry James Potter, younger brother to Daniel James Potter, the boy-who-lived. I am currently in my 4th year at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a year behind my elder brother who is in his 5th year along with his best friends Ron Weasley and Sophia Granger, the golden trio.

My parents James and Lily Potter are rather accomplished individuals in their respective field of work. My mother , Lily Potter, is a healer at St. Mungos while my father, James Potter, is an auror.

I also have a twin sister who is also in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Rosaline Potter. I am younger than her by 25 minutes.

We are a happy family of five, our parents love us, we love each other, my sister is cute, my brother is an ass, the normal family dynamics.

The problem is everybody thinks I'm stupid.

NO, REALLY!

They expect great things from Daniel, they believe in him to be a great wizard and are willing to let him, and by association his friends, become members of the order of the phoenix. They believe he is essential to stop the 2nd uprising of Voldemort and are asking him for help. And you know what? I get it. I totally get it. Hell I believe in my brother too.

Rosaline, although extremely reluctantly, was also made a part of the order of phoenix. Why? Because she is a very gifted empath. She is like a walking mind reading, lie detecting machine. She is extremely useful to the order.

So am I jealous that I don't get to be a part of the order? A little bit, maybe. But the primary reason for my frustration is that everybody thinks I'm too immature and stupid to handle anything. My parents even told me once that it is okay to be mediocre; they still love me very much.

All right, I get the fact that I'm average. I get it that I'm not qualified enough to be a member of the order. I get the fact that I'm naïve. I know I'm a little weird myself. But why don't they understand that I care. I worry so much for all of their safety. With the return of Voldemort things have become so much more complicated and dangerous for our family.

I am a quiet kind of guy. I don't have a charming personality like my brother nor a sweet aura like my sister. I am generally shy to express in words the affection I hold for my family, unlike the rest of them , but deep within I love them all too much. My emotions generally don't rise to the surface and people assume I'm a laid back, lazy kind of person. The truth is that my emotions shimmer and bubble deep within me and get deeper and deeper as I keep them in. The thought of Voldemort even touching a hair of any my family members, generates such intense anger within me that my dorm caught fire in a burst of accidental magic during my current year.

Accidental magic in 4th year! It's almost ridiculous. Thankfully nobody could trace the fire back to me, I really did not want to answer to Mom on how it happened. Mom's scary. Really scary.

That is why I have decided to form a group of my own, The Shadow Phoenix. The Shadow Phoenix is the name for the group of fighters who are going to fight this war from the shadows, undetected ,untraceable but effective. Right Now it consists of me, my owl Hedwig and Neville's toad Trevor.

Ugh.

I know it doesn't sound too good, but hey you've got to start somewhere. Today is the first meeting for our clu-, eh I mean secret association.

Secret Association. Yup. That sounds cool.

Today is also October 31st, Halloween or All Hallows eve. It's a magically powerful day, which will hopefully bring good luck to my endeavours. I have decided to hold the first meeting just behind the owlery, considering it is easily accessible to the 2nd member.

That is why Hedwig and I are sitting and waiting for our third member to show up. I informed Trevor of the meeting place last night when he was hopping in the common room. He croaked at me twice. That meant a yes. Smart Toad. Hedwig is … eh… smarter of course. Can the bloody bird read my mind?

Did she just nod?

Did she just nod again?

OH, just fucking stop with the nodding already. This is like getting a mind trip with an endless loop, which will never end unless interrupted… OH there's Trevor.

Now we can finally begin.

"Ehhm-Ehhm" you're supposed to clear your throat right? "I, Harry James Potter, call in session the first meeting of the shadow phoenix." I applaud politely as that seems to be the correct proceeding for a cool secret association. Hedwig and Trevor hoot and croak in accordance with the polite shit.

I settle myself on the biggest rock around and cross my legs placing my hand on my knees.

Yeah, I've got style.

"Now let us begin. The first order for the meeting is raised by Trevor." I pull out a parchment and quill from my bag. "Trevor here notes the importance of a theme song for the SP." Calling it the shadow phoenix all the time takes the charm out of it. "Trevor came to me with a weird sisters' poster sticking to him and I approved of his intentions, though I would prefer a muggle band."

"All those in favour of a theme song by the weird sisters." I keep silent, and so does Hedwig. Trevor voices his vote,

"croak."

"Well now, all those in favour of a theme song by a muggle band." Hedwig raises one of her wings and so do I, raise my hand that is.

"Therefore by a majority vote this jury had decided to adopt a theme song by a muggle band. Please come with your suggestions in the next session."

Hedwig flew over to me and dropped an old newspaper cutting on my lap, it was not as much cut as it was torn to remove the useless info by Hedwig, but the message was loud and clear.

HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED

THE DARK LORD'S NAME JINXED! SNATCHERS WREAK HAVOC!

Hedwig had shown it to me a few weeks prior. It was an old cutting from the first war; it was the birth of the famous title of he-who-must-not-be-named. It was survival that had created it, and after the war it was fear that preserved it. I read up on the article, explaining the details of the jinx. The jinx may have originated from a curse, created by Voldemort himself. It triggered when the name 'Voldemort' was spoken and alerted the snatchers of their location.
As far as I can remember from snooping at an order meeting, the curse was soon removed after its discovery and was only remembered by a few select individuals afterwards. The new use of Voldemort's title instead of his name was accepted by the public as a sign of his dangerousness and their fear propelled them to not stop.

The people in the order now don't think that the taboo or the curse will be reinstated so they urge the people to not fear using Voldemort's name anymore. I have seen Daniel correct a number of individuals upon this. I myself use his name, but don't bother correcting others. It's just too awkward and way too much effort to give a speech about fear of a name.

Anyways, this jinx certainly caught my interest. This was the second piece of magic that I knew about that had a 'universal radius'.

Universal radius is a term I have coined for a piece of magic that can affect every individual in existence. For example, the first is the Fidelius charm. The fidelius when applied makes every individual forget about the existence of the place or object put under the fidelius, except the secret keeper. The object or place under the fidelius cannot be traced by any means until its secret is revealed by the secret keeper. Similarly this jinx on Voldemort's name reveals the location of the person who spoke the name even under average protection wards. The fidelius may trump this jinx and would not be broken, even if the name were to be spoken multiple times when in a place protected by the fidelius.

Therefore I have put these two magic under the title of pieces of magic with a 'universal radius'. Which brings me to the second order of the meeting,

"The second order of the meeting is brought forward by Hedwig, who notes the importance of research on the topic of 'Universal Radius'." I shift in my seat a little, rocks can be uncomfortable that way. "All those in favour…"

"Hoot" Hedwig raises a wing.

"Croak" Trevor agrees too.

I raise my hand as well. Then I bring it down to note down the votes in the parchment. "The motion passes with a full house. Everybody should bring their research in the next session."

That brings the meeting to the final point, " Now, the third and the final order for the meeting is brought by Harry, that is me." I take a customary bow. " I believe that we should each start practicing and developing what we are going to call our area of expertise." This is what I believe is necessary for the base of our organization.

Skill.

We have to have a skill which would hold our back in the direst of circumstances.

All jokes aside, I have created this organization with the most serious of intentions. My goal is not of becoming some support tactics group, or a side-group with jokes to spare. I am honestly pissed with Tom Riddle.

The Shadow Phoenix is going to destroy Lord Voldemort, period.

Getting back to the matter at hand, "Hedwig I believe the area that best suits you is that of spying, information gathering and assassination. With the right training and equipment you can become the best assassin bird in the country." An assassin owl, how fucking cool is that?

"I will be practicing on Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, two subjects I can proudly call my turf." It was true. I may not have skills for a subject that will aid me in a battle, I may be a total geek, but I believed that Runes and Arithmancy was just what I will need in this war. After all every war is not won on the battlefield. As for Trevor, " Finally, Trevor will be…"

I have no idea what Trevor can do. I look at Trevor and he gives me a shrug. A SHRUG? Did the goddamn toad just shrug! Is anybody watching this? Don't tell me he is a prince underneath all that gooey mass, waiting for a kiss!

I shake my head from my absurd line of thought. This is the magic world after all, shit happens. Finding my voice again I address Trevor, " Trevor you do what you think will help the most. All right?"

Trevor nods at me. This getting old seriously, but then it is me who is talking with an owl and a toad about taking down Voldemort.

"With this we come to the end of the first meeting of The SP. I would request the members to keep in mind the points made in today's meeting and come back with valuable input in the next meeting. Meeting Adjourned."

I stand up and stretch my tired limbs as Hedwig flies inside the owlery to maybe catch some rest. Trevor has disappeared in the grass and the sun will start to set in about an hour. I head back to my dorms for a nice shower and maybe some rest before the Halloween feast.

The Halloween feast turned out to be pretty good. Only Umbridge's ugly mug stood out like a sore thumb in the festivities. After the festivities everybody headed back to their dorms to finally get some sleep. As I rest my head on the pillow and sleep starts to overcome me only one thought filters through my head,

'Voldemort, I'm going to destroy you.'

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