A/N: WARNING: This story, for lack of a better word, sucks. I wrote it a long time ago and I really don't like how it ends. I plan on re-writing someday, but for now ...

Ch1: Duck, Duck, Chicken!!!

Harry Potter sighed as he laid down on laid down on his bed, staring into the enchanted ceiling. He was in his new bedroom in Sirius and Remus's house. About two weeks ago, Wormtail had been caught at a Death Eater raid and Sirius had been cleared of all charges. They (Sirius and Harry) were staying at Remus's place until they found one of their own. That is if we get out of here alive, Harry thought wryly as he heard a small explosion and the two Marauders arguing downstairs. Sirius probably tried to cook again. Though, when he wasn't trying to fend off his godfathers horrendous breakfasts(eggs are not suppose to be green!), life wasn't too bad. Especially after the eventful year he had. Which was what he was thinking about now. What could have been so strenuous, you may be asking? Well, after Voldemort practically demolished Diagon Alley in November, the Minister of Magic had to admit He was actually back. And his first order was to reinstate a very old resistance that was erected in times of warfare. It consisted of only the most powerful witches and wizards, chosen by an ancient sword. And, I'll give you three guesses as to who was chosen the new leader of that order. If wasn't enough to find out that he was the most powerful wizard in centuries, he had to lead a whole army. At only 15! Though Voldemort had been surprisingly quiet since the Alley attack, Harry realized he was planning something big. He could feel it coming. That was another strange thing about Harry. When something coming he could just... feel it. Sort of like a 'change in the atmosphere'. Anyway, as he had already put extra security on the Ministry and Hogsmede, the two places Voldemort was most likely to attack, there wasn't much else Harry could do but wait.

A small clang from the living room brought Harry out of his reverie. Chuckling slightly to himself, the Boy Who Lived went downstairs to see what the fuss was about. He didn't expect what he saw. The room was in disarray. Chairs were upturned, the coffee table was on end, papers floating around. But that's not what caught his notice. Remus was running from room to room being chased by what looked like a giant chicken, clutching a wand in one feathery wing. It was shouting curses at the giggling Remus in what was unmistakably his godfather's voice. Realizing what had happened, Harry doubled over in laughter, holding on to the stair railing for support. The Sirius-Chicken finally gave up on the futile attempt of hexing and decided just to tackle his werewolf friend, sending feathers flying and Harry into new bursts of laughter. A sudden whirring noise alerted him to the fireplace. It had turned purple, meaning someone wanted to get a call through. Remus and Sirius noticed to and stopped their wrestling to answer. The head of Albus Dumbledore appeared. A small smile instantly appeared when he saw the state Sirius was in.

"Hello, Albus, it's good to see you.", Harry replied, walking up to the fire.

"You three as well. I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, but I have some news."

"Of course. Ah, Remus, you might want to turn bird brain there back for this." Remus smirked at the name and a slightly disgruntled and irritated Sirius Black appeared in the place of the chicken.

"I'll get you back for that comment, my little Pronglet."

"I'd like to see you try." Harry's eyes were twinkling with mischief. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Ahem, as I was saying, we may have some information on Voldemort's newest plots." Immediately, Harry's expression turned serious. "We'll be there right away." And with that, he apparated the three of them to Hogsmeade.