A/N: I know. No no – don't say it because I know. I am terrible, you have my permission to slap me with a wet noodle. Thankfully, I had actually been working on bits and pieces of this chapter and future chapters, but alas writer's block and some seriously bad procrastination caused me problems. So. Here we are again. A new chapter, and hopefully a new start. I won't make promises on updates, but I will do the best I can. So, without further ado (or much anyway), I give you the MUCH awaited Chapter 10.

This chapter is dedicated to SweetTormentedAngel, for getting me writing again. See, I said I'd get it out by Sunday, and I just made it!

Disclaimer: The genius of the HP world was created by JKR, not me, sadly.

And the lines from Monty Python and the Holy Grail are also not my own creation, except for the obvious deviation (and if you don't recognize them even with my changes then I fart in your general direction).

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Previously:

The boys stayed in the joke shop for nearly an hour, until Hermione dragged them out to return to Hogwarts, but not before they had nearly stripped the shelves bare (or so it seemed to the irate Head Girl). They also had several brand new products which Sirius and Harry promised to "test out" for the twins. One was an experimental aphrodisiac that would become a vapor when uncorked, and the fumes would cause everyone in a 15-meter radius to wish to snog the nearest person (based on their sexual preference) for at least a minute. The twin said they wanted to help all Wizard-kind find love. Hermione had simply scowled at the time, which gave Harry the idea of a lifetime on how he planned to test out this new product.

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The next day was an interesting one for residents of Hogwarts. Students had awoken that Sunday to discover a dreary autumn rain falling, destroying all hopes of a pleasant day outside. Sluggishly the mournful students dragged their feet to the Great Hall only to learn it had been turned into a dazzling white sandy beach, which extended to about half the hall before beautiful blue water covered the second half. Illusions covered all four walls, giving the impression of a true tropical beach, with a vast ocean as far as the eye could see. House elves were pushing tiny food carts and manning miniature drinks stands, and the enchanted ceiling showered the Hall with brilliantly bright sunlight from a cloudless sky. Multicolored beach umbrellas and chairs sat empty in wait of beachgoers, and gentle waves rolled against the shore.

As professors and students alike stood dumbfounded looking at the enormity of this newest prank, Harry, Sirius, and their friends from Gryffindor all came strolling down the staircase in their swim clothes, bright beach towels slung over shoulders or around necks and sandals on their feet. They happily bypassed the gawking crowd and settled into a prime spot.

It was the boys' whoops of delight as they raced into the water that finally broke the trance of the onlookers as students of all houses raced back to their dorms to change, and professors rushed into the room, trying to admonish the Gryffs, only to find that once they entered the Great Hall their clothing transformed into beachwear and their spells only seemed to improve the scene.

Sprout's Evanesco on the sand caused an elaborate sand castle to rise up from the loose sand, Remus' ward dispelling curse generated more illusions of dolphins frolicking in the waves and several round tables of a beachside café to appear, and McGonnagal's general Finite Incantatum just caused a tiny lifeguard tower to pop up out of the ground, and a house elf (who looked suspiciously like Dobby) to appear wearing a pair of red swim trunks and carrying a floatation devise as he set up guard duty for the day. The little elf was just in time too, as one of the littlest first years had skinned her knee in her haste to go to the beach, and he had patched her up with a cheery bandage and a Popsicle.

The professors confessed aloud that this was by far the single most elaborate prank they had ever witnessed. When the Weasley Twins sauntered in and flopped into two lounges that appeared by Hermione (who was reading beneath a large umbrella), it was clear this stunt was accomplished by uniting some of the greatest tricksters alive. Minerva glanced at Remus and noticed he had on his 'I'm-a-perfectly-innocent-and-harmless-werewolf-you-cannot-possibly-believe-it-was-me' face on, which of course immediately made him Suspect #4 (Just after Sirius, Fred and George, but before Harry).

The professors just looked at each other and finally shrugged and headed over to the café, figuring if you can't beat them, you might as well join them.

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On Monday were yet more classes. Bleh. Luckily, Harry and Sirius managed to get up on time, despite how comfortable it was to snuggle up under the covers, they kind of figured they should continue their education, especially since Sirius said they needed to work out a schedule for Animagus training.

At breakfast two owls dropped off letters. After a few quick flicks of his wand to check for any spells, Harry opened one letter, saw who it was from, and scanned the contents quickly. His spy needed to meet with him again soon. Harry nodded and set his wand to the note, casting a quick Incendio, which caused it to burn up in a quick flash, leaving nothing but ash, which he then vanished. Sirius raised an eyebrow, but as this wasn't the first time Harry had gotten such a note, he didn't comment, knowing this was one area Harry had refused to answer questions about yet.

A second note turned out to be from Remus saying that there would be an Order meeting that night (The note actually said nothing of the sort, but seemed to be stories about his parents). Several other students received similar notes, ranging from notes from friends and family to notices of detentions or prefect meetings. It was all written in a code known only to Order members. Harry smiled and stuffed the note in his bag, and leaned over to tell Sirius after secretly placing a privacy ward around the two of them.

"We will be introducing you to the Order tonight. Are you sure you want to join? You don't have too…"

Sirius looked Harry in the eye, "Harry, I know I'm not your godfather – and that would be just weird – but I do care about you and I care about this war. That maniac and his mindless followers destroyed the world I knew, they killed not only my brother in blood, but my brother in heart, and they tore the Marauders apart. I know I don't act like it much, but I do still sometimes miss the life I left behind, despite what happened to the other Sirius. I want to do this. I can't stand on the sidelines and not help."

Harry stared into Sirius' eyes and saw the sincerity there. "Okay," he conceded quietly, "Okay. But you must promise me to be as careful as you can. I can't lose you. I wouldn't survive another time."

Sirius raised a hand and gently rubbed his cheek, "I promise you. No drapery is going to defeat THIS Sirius Black."

Harry laughed despite his sorrow remembering his godfather, and nodded, pulling down the ward as they headed off to class.

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There is a room inside Hogwarts. To get to this room, you must go to the third floor corridor on the right. You walk into a large room guarded by dogs, magically trained to sniff out the lingering odors of scents of potions such as Polyjuice (Who knew Mad-Eye was into dog training?). Once past the dogs, you open a trap door in the floor, and a long series of stairs leads down into an antechamber.

There you must pass through a ward, which you must have already been keyed into to pass. If you have never been before, you must have three members of the Order of the Phoenix verify you and key you into the wards, and even then, it only works for 20 minutes. If you haven't been approved and verified by the governing board of Order members by then, the wards will stun you, wipe out any memory up to one hour prior to keep the secret location safe, and cast you out of the area. Except for those with the Dark Mark. If the board does not verify them, the wards perform the same actions, only the individual in question is sent to a holding cell - complete with anti-apparition, anti-portkey, and magic suppressing spells – until such time as they can be questioned or turned over to the Ministry.

Once beyond the initial wards, a security team verifies everyone – and I mean EVERYONE – is really who they say they are, and not under any outside control. There are in fact spells (recent developments), which can detect when someone is under the Imperius Curse. Of course, you have to suspect someone enough to think to use the spells, which is why Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody had been made Head of Order Security, and had selected the teams of guards himself.

All were Order members.

All were still students at Hogwarts (but only those who were legally adults).

None ranked high enough to attend the meeting that they were watching over tonight.

But there were privacy charms on the actual meeting room, which would prevent any information leaks. And tonight, they had some pretty big things to discuss.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Remus led Sirius past the wards, and moved swiftly up to the security teams. Some of the students seemed envious that Sirius was going to the meeting, when he wasn't even officially a member of the Order yet, but they thought his initiation was tonight (and it was), and so didn't grumble too much.

If all this extra security seems a bit harsh, keep in mind that the Order - under Dumbledore's good but far too trusting care - apparently allowed in not one but two Death Eater spies (oh don't worry dear reader, we will get to the issue of Severus Snape VERY SOON), and to top it off, their headquarters could very well be compromised. They had reapplied the Fidelius Charm to Grimmauld Place, which is where the Order still held their regular meetings, but Harry, Remus, and Professor McGonagall had agreed almost immediately that what they truly needed was an 'inner circle' – a group of most trusted individuals, who together would discuss what needed to be done and set the lower ranked members to doing it. This is how the Circle of Fire was formed. Nine individuals in all: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Remus, McGonagall, Moody, and Bill, Fred and George Weasley made up the Circle of Fire.

These members were the most trusted, most competent, most tried and true members the Order had. Not only did they all have excellent magical abilities and tactical field experience, they all brought an advantage to the Circle. Harry, Hermione and Ron were at the forefront of the fight to destroy the Horcruxes. Remus with his obvious experience and extremely valuable good sense and ability to logic out anything (even when emotionally distraught), McGonagall with her skills fighting this war, the last war with Voldemort, and the war with Grindelwald (ending the last year she was in school, but she saw her share of fighting), Mad-Eye with his obvious paranoia ("Can it really hurt to be a little more paranoid these days?" Harry had asked at the first meeting), and of course Bill, with his curse-breaking ability and battle experience, and also his youth helped bring in a fresh perspective. And really who can keep a secret better than pranksters? Besides, the Twins had OUTSTANDING ideas for tools and weapons to aid the Order (after the incident with Draco Malfoy using their products against the Order, they had pulled their defense items off the shelves until they could devise a better method to prevent Death Eaters from obtaining their ingenious work. They said they almost had the charm figured out).

You may be wondering why more of Harry's friends in the Order had not been asked to join the Circle. The answer was quite simple – as much as he loved them, the other members of the Order were either too new to be trusted or they did not know the meaning of the word SECRET! Hagrid – well, he's pretty obvious really. Molly Weasley was too emotional, and though she wouldn't outright say the secret information, she would, if roused, intimate that there was a secret, and THAT information would be enough for any Death Eater to consider her ripe for torturous interrogation until she cracked. Sad but true.

Arthur Weasley couldn't keep a secret from his wife; Ginny still wasn't of age, so her parents wouldn't let her join, Charlie was too far away to attend regularly; Tonks wasn't serious enough – although she could fight like the dickens, she was generally considered to be too quick to let a secret loose in order to obtain other (and possibly less valuable) information for the Order. The list goes on and on.

That's not to say that being in the Circle of Fire was all secret plotting and serious discussions. They also had some fun with their roles. For example, Percy Weasley had come sniveling to the Order, obviously on the Minister's orders. He asked for work and was given it – but he wasn't trusted with anything more worthy than research. He was given important work such as finding out about the Founders and their possessions, interspersed with random and totally useless work such as discovering the topographical changes that had occurred in Great Britain in the last 500 years, the various types of wood and cores that Ollivander's wands were typically made of, and even the changes in heat setting a potion (with only a partial knowledge of the ingredients) based on altitude (which turned out to be research for a new WWW product which would cause purple rain to fall over a designated area and force anyone it hit to sing Prince songs for an hour – still in development). They did it in such a way that Percy didn't really have anything good to report to Scrimgeour and he was never told what the research was for or let in on any secrets, or even regular Order meetings. Moody called Percy their "Ministry Disinformation Puppet," and he enjoyed being the puppet master VERY much.

Tonight they were meeting to discuss the introduction of Sirius Black into the Order and some other work on gathering the Horcruxes (which only Harry, Hermione, Ron, Sirius and Remus knew about – the others only knew that they were working towards destroying Voldemort).

Sirius was led into the meeting room last, after everyone else had gone in. The room was pitch black, and Sirius took a few hesitant steps before Seamus, who was on Guard Duty that night, smirked at him and slammed the door, leaving Sirius in total darkness.

"Harry?" Sirius called tentatively.

A ring of fire roared up around him, and Sirius yelped and dashed to the center of the circle to escape the flames.

"Harry! Remus! What is this?" Sirius shouted over the flames.

A booming voice that Sirius recognized almost at once as Remus' came from the darkness. "Sirius Black, you have come here intending to join the Order of the Phoenix. How do we know you are worthy of our Order?"

"Moony, what are you on about?" Sirius asked, slightly annoyed.

The lights around the chamber rose somewhat, and Sirius saw he was surrounded by a dais, where nine figures in dark burgundy robes stood. They all had their hoods up, so Sirius had trouble telling who was who.

"Sirius Black," came a voice he didn't recognize from the other side of the circle, "He who would join the Order of the Phoenix must answer me these questions three. Do you accept this challenge?"

"Yes! Was that one of my questions?" Sirius asked hopefully.

Laughter filled the room, but the hooded figures continued anyway.

"What… is your name?" Asked the voice of Professor McGonagall (he'd know her sharp tones anywhere).

"Um, you know my name…"

The fire inched closer. "Answer the question, boy!" Came an angry, gruff voice.

"Sirius Orion Augustus Jeremiah Perseus Phineas Black," Sirius replied quickly, eying the flames fearfully.

"Really?" Moony cut in, while several of the figures shook with silent laughter. "I thought only Orion was your middle name."

"Yes, well, that's what I wanted you to believe," Sirius replied smugly.

"Next question!" Hermione's reprimanding tone rang out.

"Sirius Black, what… is your quest?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want to do?"

"….."

"Why are you here?" Ron's voice rang out in exasperation.

"Oh! I want to join the Order of the Phoenix and fight the evil Dark Lord Voldemort!" Sirius shouted in his most commanding (read: pompous) voice.

A pause.

"Wow, Sirius…"

"We had no -"

"Idea you could- "

"Be so full of yourself." The twins called out. More laughter broke out, and the fire inched just that much closer to Sirius. He began to sweat from the heat.

"All right, that's enough – final question!" Moony called out.

"Sirius Black," Harry's gentle voice grabbed his attention.

"Yes?"

"What... is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"

Another pause.

"What do you mean? An African or European swallow?"

The fire suddenly died out and the lights came up. Harry stepped forward, chuckling as he lowered his hood. "I – I don't know that. How do know so much about swallows, anyway?"

Sirius grinned as he wrapped his arms around Harry. "Well, you have to know these things when you're a Black, you know."

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After the initial ribbing regarding Sirius' answers, they inducted him properly in the Order, and Sirius was introduced to the new mascot, a Phoenix named Albus, which was far more gold then the traditional red, and seemed to have a distinct and familiar sparkle in its eyes. Harry said it just showed up at the school one day, and though it lived in Minerva's office, it had not formed the Familiar Bond with her or anyone as far as they could tell. Instead the Phoenix seemed content to watch over all members of the Order and be a symbol of hope.

The initiation itself involved an Oath from Sirius to always fight for the Light, and keep safe the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix. The Oath was always given by the Leader of the Order, and Sirius was shocked when Harry stepped forward, revealing one of the Order's best-kept secrets – that a seventeen year old wizard was their true leader and guiding force.

Harry took Sirius' hand in his, "Will you, Sirius Orion Augustus Jeremiah Perseus Phineas Black, (Sirius grimaced and Harry smiled), swear by your life and your magic, to protect and defend the principles of the Light: honesty, freedom, peace, and equality?"

"I will." Albus crooned and a golden ribbon of magic wrapped once around Sirius' right forearm.

"And will you swear by your life and your magic to hold secret the workings of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I will." The golden ribbon wrapped once more around Sirius' forearm.

"And will you swear by your life and your magic to aid the Chosen One, Harry Potter, to the best of your abilities, that he may defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort and restore peace?"

"I will." The golden ribbon wrapped once last time around Sirius' forearm before sinking into his skin. When the light faded there was a mark of a phoenix.

"Sirius Black, you are hereby inducted into the Order of the Phoenix. You will receive training to aid in the struggle against Voldemort, and be assigned to a sector, possibly to missions. The oath you have taken protects you and us. You cannot be forced, through Legilimency, torture, or truth serums, to reveal any knowledge of the Order's plans, locations, or members. If you should voluntarily reveal information to an enemy you will forfeit your magic or your life, depending on the severity of the transgression. Do you understand?"

Sirius swallowed. "Yes."

Harry smiled, "Then welcome to the Order."

Moody slapped him on the back, "Don't take it hard Laddie. We all had to make the same oath when it was our turn."

"You don't think it's a little paranoid?"

"It's not paranoia if they really are our to get you," was Moody's gruff reply.

Sirius looked at Harry and they both laughed.

Once Sirius was inducted the group all mingled for a few minutes as Harry and McGonagall went over plans for the meeting. Fred and George were FINALLY made aware of Sirius' status as a Marauder and looked like they might have heart failure when they realized they actually KNEW Padfoot. Bill and Ron just sat back and laughed at their idol worship.

Sirius then turned to Hermione and asked her how Harry became the leader of the Order and how they seemed to be so much more than what Harry and Moony had previously described. After all, it hadn't even been six months since Dumbledore died, and so much had happened to the Order.

Hermione smiled at Sirius, her face lighting up at the opportunity to impart knowledge, especially this knowledge, to her friend. "Well, to be honest it all started just two days after we went to Harry's aunt and uncle for the summer…"

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Hermione cringed as she listened to her friend silently endure his uncle's verbal tirade. They had already been at Privet Drive two days, but the Dursleys had not let up in their quest to make sure Harry knew how unhappy they were that he had not been the one to die instead of Dumbledore, and that he had brought more 'freaks' into their home. Vernon and Petunia were clearly afraid of Ron and Hermione, but knew there was really nothing they could do to send them away, seeing as the teens were both of age and could do magic on the Dursleys at any time.

This still didn't stop them from taking out their frustration on Harry.

Finally Ron had had enough, if the angrily shouted "Silencio!" were any indication. Not a minute later Harry entered the bathroom where Hermione was vigorously brushing her teeth and smiled tiredly at her. He opened the medicine cabinet and took down the aspirin bottle, shook out two tablets, and filled a glass with water from the tap. His actions cause Hermione to make a mental note to begin brewing some of the more common healing potions tomorrow to have on hand, as they surely wouldn't have the time or the resources to do so when they hit the road.

Having already completed his own nighttime ablutions, Harry gently squeezed Hermione's shoulder before exiting the bathroom. She rinsed out her mouth and followed him into his room, where they had transfigured his wardrobe and dresser into suitable cots, where she and Ron slept, while Harry took the lumpy bed, which Hermione had inconspicuously improved when he wasn't looking; she knew Harry would never complain or ask for them to fix it.

The Trio got into their various beds and wished each other good night. Hermione had just begun to drift off to sleep when the bedroom door slammed open. It was Harry's enormous cousin and he looked terrified.

"Harry! There are freaks outside in dark robes! Make them leave!"

Harry leaped out of bed at the same time as Hermione. They were at the bedroom door even as Ron's foot got caught on the bedding and he barely saved himself from smashing his face in the floor, shaking off the sheet as he scrambled back upright. They slammed past Dudley and down the stairs; Hermione saw Harry's uncle going to open the door and stunned him while Ron shot a Colloportus at the door.

Harry's aunt screamed and scrambled towards her husband as Harry leaped over his prone body and to the window. "Don't go outside Aunt Petunia! We need to figure out the situation first."

Harry motioned Ron and Hermione to turn out the lights and come to the window with him. Out in the street, about 30 Death Eaters were gathered, and every time someone came out of their house, they would curse them. The poor Muggles had no way of defending themselves, and Hermione could already see several bodies littering the street and front yards. The leader seemed to be looking for something, as Harry and Hermione looked at each other they could tell what it was.

"They can't see the house, can they Harry?"

"I don't think so. Either that or they can't get to it. See how they skirted the property? Still, we can't just let these Muggles be slaughtered." Harry stepped back from the view as the Death Eaters began flocking out to all the houses on the block except Number 4.

"We need a distraction and a way to call for help. Ron, I can get the help without drawing attention here, but can you give me time to get out of the house undetected?"

Ron grinned. "It just so happens I have some of the twins fireworks in my trunk, mate. I can set them off undetected, but what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to take my cloak and make like the devil for Mrs. Figg's house. I know she's hooked up to the Floo, we can call for reinforcements from there."

Ron and Hermione nodded and the three dashed back up the stairs. Harry grabbed his cloak and his Firebolt, and Hermione disillusioned him and the broom for good measure. Meanwhile Ron grabbed up the wet-start fireworks from his trunk. Harry stepped up to his window and opened it, double-checking to make sure Voldemort's minions couldn't see. "Okay, Ron, disillusion yourself and set those off in the back yard, and you GET BACK IN THE HOUSE. Both of you stay in here and guard my relatives. The wards should keep you safe. Remember though, don't use any magic outside the house – they're bound to detect it."

"Be careful, mate." Ron nodded to his best friend before dashing back out of the bedroom. Harry and Hermione could hear him pounding down the stairs even as the neighbors' terrified screams grew louder.

"Stay safe, Harry." Hermione said as he threw the cloak over his shoulders and sealed the seams with magic to keep it on him in flight, and climbed onto the windowsill.

"I will. You keep them all safe here, 'Mione."

She could only nod her acknowledgment as the first fireworks went off and Harry took off into the night.

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"Harry managed to call Headquarters, Ron's house, and Hogwarts for help, but it was still another half hour before anyone, even the Ministry, showed up. In that time many Muggles were injured, Ron and I had to bind and silence Harry's relatives to keep them from doing something stupid, and Harry had to chase off two Death Eaters and a Dementor from Mrs. Figg's house.

"Harry could not believe the slow response time and lack of protection for the innocent Muggles on his block. It got him to thinking, and within a week he had called for a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix and demanded that they admit us into their ranks and that a major reorganization take place. Obviously there was some opposition, but Harry basically came straight out and told them he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, and what the hell where they doing trying to shut him out of a war he was already up to his neck in? One prolonged shouting match between Mrs. Weasley, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody and Harry later, and we were in.

"Between myself, Remus, Harry, Ron, Bill, Professor Moody, and Professor McGonagall, we had an initial plan for the new Order up and working for us by the end of June, by the end of July we had 100 new members from all over Britain and had formed the Circle of Fire, and by the time term began we had worked out the kinks in our training program, begun the humanitarian efforts, and established the beginnings of our spy network. All this on top of our little 'hunt' – it's really amazing what Harry can do when he sets his mind to it."

"No kidding." Sirius just stood there in awe of his boyfriend for a moment, before Hermione's words caught up with him. "Wait, what training program? And what Humanitarian efforts?"

Hermione smiled smugly as she sat at the conference table and began to explain. "The training program is also known as the Order War Games, and it's provided by your friendly neighborhood Weasleys."

Ron and his brothers walked over, and they picked up the conversation from there.

Ron smirked – actually smirked, "When someone is newly initiated into the Order, we insist they take some training. Initiates are immediately sent into training with McGonagall and Moody for a week to be sure that they would be ready for at least small skirmishes, if not outright battles."

Bill nodded and continued, "Those who prove more adept are taken by us (he motioned to himself and his brothers) when they least expect it, but always within two weeks of the completion of their 'basic training,' to follow a series of War Games, set up in the Chamber of Secrets. We figured the atmosphere adds to the intimidation, and if they are good enough they can immediately begin moving up in Order ranks – starting with Guard Duty usually.

Fred jumped in here, "In the Chamber though, you face not only faux Death Eaters, but a maze based on Harry's, Fleur's and Viktor's description of the final task of the TriWizard Tournament."

George finished the tale, "The Initiates who don't make the first or second cut are given other jobs, as they so clearly want to help. Remus and Hermione are the organizers, but Harry has been the original driving force in creating groups and teams do all kinds of stuff: our humanitarian force."

"What kinds of stuff do they do?"

She beamed and replied, "They gather food and medical supplies for victims of Death Eater attacks, produce an underground newspaper that publishes TRUE articles about what is happening in the war and actually useful advice about home safety and personal protection ("The Phoenix Song, it's a weekly publication," Remus cut in, sliding the latest copy across the table they had all moved to), brew needed potions, and organize Defense courses for wizards and witches who wished to brush up on their skills (taught every other Sunday at Hogwarts). And just this week we began work on establishing some safe houses for those known targets of Death Eaters who wish for it."

"Holy Merlin, you guys really do all that?" Sirius asked in shock.

Remus chuckled, "Yes Pads, though we don't have to supervise most of it daily, just the overall picture. Under Harry's guidance, the Order has expanded from a fairly disorganized vigilante group to a finely tuned disaster relief and educating organization, with members skilled enough to form a small army, and a network of spies - most of them fairly recent Hogwarts graduates - in every lower-level position in every department of the Ministry of Magic and most businesses in Great Britain, as well as some in Europe and Russia. After all, who suspects or even cares what the secretaries or barmen or watch wizards see and hear?"

Sirius sat back in shock and absorbed all this. From the sound of it, Harry had created a finely tuned machine, an organization more powerful than all of Voldemort's forces and more pure than any lousy Ministry. He WAS DEFINITELY glad he had joined the Order, and doubly so that the leader was HIS boyfriend.

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