Wind Daffodil Kyuuketsukei-san: Yeah he does have a concious it just doesn't appear when it comes to people he hates.

Athina Dark Angel of Death: Yes. It is just that he had arrived in the middle of the night and his guard was more focused on getting Harry out of Privet Drive.

Janus God of Possibilities: I haven't really decided if he does find hidden stuff or a library.

Jully Reed: He will be able to switch from a bored personality to the Black Cat personality. No there won't be any of characters from Black Cat in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or Black Cat. Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowlings, and Black Cat belongs to its owners...

"Train Heartnet" human talking

'Train Heartnet' human thoughts

"Stupefy" spells

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"Order of the Phoenix, huh?" the former Chronos assassin question the man.

Sirius opened his mouth to answer his godson, when the familiar form of Molly Weasley emerged from a door at the far end of the hallway.

"Oh, Harry it's lovely to see you!" she whispered, while pulling him into a rib cracking hug before she held him at arm's length and examined him critically. "You have grown quite a bit, and you have filled out nicely as well. Dinner won't be for a while, I am afraid."

The teenager saw his godfather smile, over Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, and bared his slightly enlarged canines at him making him wince. "Why don't I show him to his room while you go to the meeting, Molly. It won't take me long to show him." the escaped convict said, motioning for Harry to follow him.

"So what is the Order of the Phoenix?"

"It is a secret society," started Sirius. "Dumbledore's in charge, he founded the thing. It's the people who fought against Voldemort last time around." they soon came to a stop in front of a door. "This is your room, I'll come get you when it is time for dinner."

The brunette walked into the room, and placed his trunk at the end of the bed before he flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.

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Two hours later found the golden eyed teenager being shaken awake by his godfather. "Is it time for dinner?" Harry asked in a daze getting a nod, and followed the black haired man.

They had just came down the stairs when they heard a noise.

CRASH!

"Tonks!" the two males heard Mrs. Weasley cry, and when they turned the corner to see Tonks lying on the ground next to the umbrella stand.

"I'm sorry!" wailed Tonks. "It's that stupid umbrella stand, that is the second time I have tripped over..."

But the rest of her words were drowned out by a horrible, earsplitting, bloodcurdling screech.

Harry spu on his right heel to see moth-eaten curtains fly open, but there was no door behind them. Instead there was an old woman in a black cap screaming as if she was being tortured. The old woman's face was drooling, her eyes were rolling, the yellowing skin of her face stretched taut as she screamed, and all along the hall behind them, the other portraits awoke and begun to yell as well.

"Filth! Scrum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers...!"

The shouting from the woman came to a stop when a bullet was shot in the portraits forehead, this had caused the other portraits to stop yelling, and everybody followed it to the glaring form of Harry. The teenager had yanked Hades from it's holster and had fired at the old woman, sending a bullet right next to the portrait's head.

The brunette walked up to the painting. "Now let us make something quite clear lady." began Harry, his voice nonchalant. "I do not like loud noises, so hears the deal. Either be silent or... I will remove you from your spot."

He then turned and started to walk away, when the portrait opened her mouth to scream but was silenced by the teenager aiming and shooting four times. "I warned you." was his only answer as the picture fell to the ground with the face on the floor. "So Sirius... who was that?"

Said man just continued to stare at his godson in what was shock and awe. "That would be my dear old mother." answered Sirius with sarcasm. "We have been trying to get her down from the blasted wall for a month, and she must of put a Sticking Charm on those corners because that thing destroyed them letting it fall." (She didn't really expect muggle bullets. No sending flames over that tidbit)

"What would a portrait of your mother doing here?" Harry asked with slight confusion.

"Haven't I told you yet? This was my parents' house before their death," said Sirius. "But since I am the last Black left, and that would leave this place in my possession. I offered it to Dumbledore for the Order's headquarters, its about the only useful thing I've been able to do."

Harry opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that when his vision was obscured by a large quanity of bushy brown hair, when he entered the kitchen, of Hermione who had thrown herself at him in a hug. Meanwhile Ron was standing a few feet away with a grin on his freckled face, and the red headed boy's sister a few feet away holding in a giggle at his expression.

"HARRY! We didn't know that you had arrived! Oh, how are you? Are you alright? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know that our letters were completely useless, but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you. And what on earth have you done to yourself?"

"Let him breathe, Hermione." Ron said grinning before he closed the kitchen door.

"To answer you questions, Hermione." started Harry. "I am fine. Of course. In the beginning. And I got colored contacts, and muggle make-up." The golden eyed wizard then caught sight of Mr. Weasley and his eldest son, Bill, talking quietly with their heads together at the end of the table.

He then heard Mrs. Weasley clear her throat. Her husband, a thin, balding, red haired man, who wore horn-rimmed glasses, looked around and jumped to his feet.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, hurrying forward to greet him and shaking his hand vigorously. "Good to see you!"

Over the Weasley patricah's shoulder Harry saw Bill, who still wore his long hair in a ponytail, hastily rolling up the lengths of parchment left on the table.

"Journey all right, Harry?" Bill called, trying to gather up twelve scrolls at once. "Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?"

"He tried," said Tonks, striding over to help Bill and immediately sent a candle toppling onto the last piece of parchment. "Oh no, sorry..."

"Here, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, sounding exasperated, and she repaired the parchment with a wave of her wand. In the flash of light caused by Mrs. Weasley's charm; Harry, with his enhanced vision, caught a glimpse of what looked like the plan of a building.

Mrs. Weasley had caught him looking; she snatched the plan off the table and stuffed it into Bill's, already, heavily laden arms.

"This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of the meetings," she snapped before sweeping off toward an ancient dresser from which she started to unload dinner plates.

Bill took out his wand, and muttered, "Evanesco!" and the scrolls vanished.

"Sit down, Harry." said Sirius. "Let me introduce, Mundungus Fletcher."

Harry looked to where his godfather was pointing and noticed what appeared to be a pile of rages that gave a prolonged snore and then jerked awake.

"Someone say my name?" Mundungus mumbled sleepily. "I agree with Sirius..."

He then raised a very grubby hand in the air as though voting, his droopy, bloodshot eyes unfocused. He heard Ginny giggle.

"The meeting's over, Dung." told Sirius, as they all sat down around him at the table. "Harry has arrived."

"Eh?" said Mundungus, peering balefully at the former sweeper through his matted ginger hair. "Blimey, so he has."

The newly awakened man fumbled in his pants, and pulled out a grimy black pipe. He stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it with his wand, and took a deep pull on it. Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured him in seconds.

"For the last time, Mundungus," called Mrs. Weasley. "Will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially when we're about to eat!"

"Ah," said Mundungus. ""Right. Sorry, Molly."

"And if you want dinner before midnight, I'll need a hand." Mrs. Weasley said to the room at large. "No, you can stay where you are, Harry dear, you've had a long journey..."

"What can I do to help, Molly?" asked Tonks enthusiatically, bounding forward.

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Author Note: Sorry if this ends here, but I really don't want to go over the rest of his stay at Head Quarters. It is the same as the book.

Next Chapter: Harry leaves for Hogwarts and Malfoy gets a shock!