The Untold Stories of the Order of the Pheonix

This is a collection of the stories we never got to read about the Order of the Phoenix. Focuses around Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin and their stories. Special appearances by Sirius Black, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and the Weasleys. All chapters are inspired by a quote from the Harry Potter books.

"Sirius, I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher,---the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, page 713

In Which Padfoot and Moony Are Reunited

It was midnight. Remus Lupin lay awake in his run down flat. It had been weeks since he had acquired a good night sleep. No one could blame him though. Throughout his whole life, something had always happened that took an emotional toll on him. He was turned into a werewolf by age six, he left the woman he had once loved by age sixteen, he lost two of his best friends by age twenty-two, and his whole life got turned upside down by age thirty-three. Remus was now thirty-four, and alone. Just a year ago, he was reunited with his best friend who, Remus thought, had been a murderer for twelve years. Who, Remus thought, had practically murdered two of his best friends. Then everything turned out to be backwards and upside down. Remus found himself only seconds away from taking the life of the real traitor, and his old best friend, Peter Pettigrew.

"Peter," Remus whispered bitterly. Who could've guessed that Peter was a supporter of Voldemort? He was timid, but still a Marauder. And he was in Gryffindor house, a dark wizard that had come out of Gryffindor was unheard of. But, in times of war, things change. Everyone was accusing everyone of being a dark wizard in those times. It was ridiculous.

Remus, deciding he wasn't going to get any sleep, pulled himself out of bed. He trudged into his dingy kitchen and opened a squeaky cabinet. There were only a couple things in this cabinet. A few glasses, bowls, and plates. Two or three mugs as well. Remus took down a thirteen-year-old powder blue mug. It had a chip out of the top, and a crack on the handle, but it worked well all the same. He had received it when he was twenty-one. His fingers ran across the letters that spelled out "Moony". His old friend, James Potter, had given it to him as a gift. There were only three other mugs that looked like his, a different word and different colour, but the same design. Who knew where those mugs were now. One was most likely in an old house, gathering dust. Another was probably broken, blasted into smithereens, just like the house it stayed in. And the other, well Remus really didn't know what became of that one, and frankly, he didn't care.

Remus walked over to the sink and turned on the tap, running his hand under the water occasionally, to see if it was hot or not. When the water had become the right temperature, Remus took the teapot that was on the stove, and filled it with hot water. As Remus was transporting the teapot back to the stove, a scratching sound was coming from his front door. He quietly set the teapot on the stove, and picked up a long slender piece of wood that was lying on the kitchen table. The building that Remus was living in was riddled with crooks. Just the other day, his neighbor's flat was broken into, and many valuables were found to be missing. Remus was almost certain that whoever was scratching at the door was another thief wanting some money.

The scratching at Remus's door continued as he walked cautiously and quietly toward it, holding out his wand. But, then, the commotion stopped and a whimpering replaced it. Remus, puzzled, opened the door quietly.

The person who was at the door, wasn't a person at all. Instead, a large, black, shaggy dog, sat at the entrance. Its head was cocked to one side, and its tail was wagging violently. A smirk appeared on Remus's aging face. He could recognize this dog anywhere. Remus opened the door a little wider to let the dog inside.

"What are you doing here, Sirius?" Remus asked calmly, while turning his back to the black dog and resumed preparing his tea.

"You haven't seen me for a year, and all I get is a 'what are you doing here'?" A dirty man said, who emerged from the spot where the dog once stood. He was a little taller than average height, with long black hair and jet black eyes. He looked too thin and malnourished.

"Sorry Sirius, I'm still getting over the fact that you're not the traitor. After all, it was drilled into my mind for twelve years. And, I also figured that you'd have something to tell me. Seeing as you've showed up in the dead of night, at my flat, even though I never told you where it was," Remus said turning back around to look at his old friend.

"Well, yes, I did come here to bring news. It's not exactly the best news. In fact, it's the worst possible news," Sirius said, trying to figure out how he should say what was on his mind.

"Harry's dead!" Remus exclaimed, his eyes widening.

"No, but he almost was," said Sirius, sighing.

"Sit," Remus ordered. "Looks like the past year was rough on you." Sirius obeyed. He sat his slim frame into an old, creaky, chair, that was pulled up to the kitchen table. "Now, what happened?"

"Did you ever get news about the Triwizard tournament being held at Hogwarts?" Sirius asked, and Remus nodded his head.

"Three champions, one from each school, trying to win for eternal glory, correct?" Remus asked, making sure his information was true. Sirius nodded his head to confirm. Remus had been out of wizard communication for quite some time. The last time he had seen a Daily Prophet headline was last summer.

"Well, everything went according to plan, one champion for each school, until...the Goblet of Fire spat out another name. Harry's name," Sirius said. Remus's jaw dropped.

"But, doesn't he have to be a certain age? And I'm assuming Harry didn't put his own name in there, I know Harry wouldn't want eternal glory, seeing as he has had enough glory, and he wouldn't want to go through all those tasks. Unless," Remus's eyes widened. "Someone else in the castle was hoping he'd die in the process."

"That's what I figured. Well, Harry had to compete. So he did. The last task transported him to a graveyard by an unauthorized portkey. Voldemort regained his powers through a spell that Pettigrew performed."

"Voldemort's back?" Remus said, shocked. He began pacing back and forth. "But, Harry escaped, right?" Sirius nodded his head. "Voldemort...back again."

"So, Dumbledore instructed me to come stay with you. I've alerted most of the Order, but we need to get a hold of Kingsley and Figg. Dumbledore will be in contact soon," Sirius sighed. "The second war has started." Remus, walked over to the teapot that was whistling loudly on the stove.

"Tea?" He asked Sirius, wearily.

"Please," Sirius replied. "I haven't had tea since who knows when. Azkaban doesn't exactly feed its prisoners well. And for the past year I've had to steal food." Remus rolled his eyes.

"Haven't changed much since school have you? Always stealing things from the kitchens," Remus laughed, getting down another mug.

"If I recall correctly, you took some stuff too," Sirius smiled. "Nice place you've got here, Remus." Sirius's eyes were scanning the flat.

"It's a dump," Remus said flatly. "And the neighbors aren't exactly the nicest muggles you'll find."

"It beats the streets," Sirius said. "Though not by much. So where have you been working nowadays?"

"I'm working at a muggle market, down the street, as a cashier. It doesn't pay much, but it gets me by. I just say I have personal issues on full moons." Remus handed Sirius a mug and sat down.

"You still have it," Sirius commented.

"Have what?" Remus questioned.

"Your mug," Sirius motioned to the blue mug in Remus's hand.

"Yeah, I suppose I do," Remus said, looking thoughtfully at it.

"I wonder what happened to mine. Probably still at my mum's house, after all they shipped all the stuff from my old place to her once I got put into Azkaban. I remember when James got those for the lot of us. That was our last Christmas together, wasn't it, Moony?" Sirius said sadly, sipping his tea.

"I haven't been called Moony for thirteen years," Remus smiled sadly. "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. The Marauders. We all thought we were invincible."

"How wrong we were."

"Yes, we were very wrong."

A/N: New year, new fic. Tell me what you think!