A/N Okay so, sorry I forgot to put up an author's note or disclaimer last chapter, my bad. Also, sorry I haven't updated in weeks, but I just started a new job, and I've been writing a story that I'm now uncertain about publishing, so I've been slightly preoccupied.

Thank you so much to my first reviewers Lillian Elaine Blacke and abuu, you made my day and I'm so glad you liked it!

Disclaimer x2: I don't own Harry Potter. Damn...

"Dad, what-"

"Shhh! I'll explain everything when we're inside."

I looked up at the crummy house and gasped. It was nowhere to be seen. In it's place was a cottage that had been well tended to, not a speck of chipped paint or loose shingles in sight. My father motioned to follow him up to the door. He knocked once, and entered.

We entered into a tiny living room with a few pieces of mismatched furniture surrounding a small fireplace. It was homey, with a few pictures of smiling faces adorning th walls.

I followed Dad as he made his way down a hallway to my left and we emerged inside a tiny kitchen, where a woman with bright pink hair sat reading a novel.

"Ah, Jeffrey, you're early. People aren't set to start arriving for another ten minutes." She spoke in a cheerful voice that reminded me of Leanne.

"Yes well, we have to be quick, Lucille has no idea I'm doing this. She'd murder me if she found out."

Spotting my bewildered expression the woman jumped up from her seat and offered her hand out to me. "You must be Katie. Pleased to meet you, I'm Tonks." She had a mischievous smile, not unlike Fred and George's.

"Er, Hi, nice to meet you." I said. "Dad, what's going on? What's the Order of the Pheonix?"

"Well Katiebear, after the necklace incident," I flinched at this, I'd been trying to block the event from my mind, "I've brought you here to ask you if you'd like to join. You need to be informed about what's going on, it's not helpful to anyone being kept in the dark. The Order was created by Dumbledore, it is a group dedicated to stopping You-Know-Who. It's dangerous, and I completely understand if you don't want to, but you're of age now, and I remember you talking about how you wished you could do something to help stop Him and his Death Eaters, and I figured I'd offer you a chance to do just that." Dad said in a grave voice.

"I - yes of course! But how? What do you need me to do?"

"We don't need you for a mission just yet, but getting new members is hard," Tonks said, "A lot of us work at the Ministry, and you can't tell whether it's Death Eaters or terrified stressed out people standing beside you, and we can't exactly advertise what we're doing without risking everyone's lives. It's just good to have people everywhere, you never know who could be involved in Dark matters."

A knock was heard as someone entered the house. We all turned to look as four people entered the kitchen, all of which I knew. Proffessor Lupin, George, Alicia and Oliver joined the three of us in the cramped kitchen.

A smile lit up Lupin's face when his eyes laid to rest on Tonks. He made his way over to her and kissed her cheek lovingly. So even werewolves could find someone to love.

The thought made me smile, perhaps there was hope for me yet. In my years at Hogwarts I'd had exactly three boyfriends:

I'd dated Cormac Mclaggen for a grand total of two days in my fourth year before I finally got sick of him and broke up with him. He'd taken it hard, spending months glaring at me from across classrooms, something I thought was preposterous, because really, he hadn't even acted like he liked me all that much.

Jacob Snow had been my first serious boyfriend, we'd been dating for nearly four months when I found him making out with a floozy by the name of Cho Chang.

And finally, I'd dated Liam Clarke for about a month until he broke up with me for another guy. So my track record with men wasn't exactly something to brag about. I dragged my thoughts from my pathetic love life to focus on the topic at hand, namely the people standing in front of me.

"Ollie is a member? Really? Never would have pegged you as the rebelling type, Wood."

He scowled at me. "Don't call me that Bell, you know I hate it. And may I remind you that I do have some influence on what your teammates will know about you? I'm not above telling them about the cabbage incident."

I gasped. "You wouldn't." He grinned devilishly."Oh, but I would." Alicia snorted in a very unladylike way, having been told about "the cabbage incident" in a moment of weakness (and slight drunkenness) on my part.

"Anyways," Dad interjected, "All we really need you to do at the moment is keep your ears wide open. If you hear anything suspicious, tell one of us. We need people everywhere, like Tonks said, it's hard to tell who's working for You-Know-Who and who isn't."

"So all you want me to do is listen to people's conversation? That's so boring." I wanted to actually help, to dual against the bastards running around killing people. I wanted to go on missions, I wanted to fight.

"It could be of great use Katie, you'd never guess what you can hear when people think you aren't listening."

"How many members are there? You said it's hard to recruite, that makes it sound like there aren't very many people involved in this."

"Au contraire, dear Katherine. Most of the members are people that joined the first time You-Know-Who was in power, so it's basically a bunch of old bats. And then there's us, the younger, more talented, more attractive members." George joked, earning him a slap upside the head by Tonks. "Hey! I was including you in that category!" He whined.

Tonks smiled. "Yes, but you forget I'm married to one of those old bats."

Alicia rolled her eyes at his foolishness. "Yes, so a lot of people were members in the first war, and we've got new members as well, such as your parents of course, all of your brothers, George's parents and his older brothers except for Percy, Remus, Dedalus Diggle, Hagrid, even McGonagall is a member."

"If mom's a member, how come you said she'd murder you if she found out?" I asked my dad curiously.

"She thinks you're too young, that you're too vulnerable after what happened. I know," Dad smiled sympathetically at the affronted look on my face, "But you're the baby of the family, you can't blame her for being overprotective. She just doesn't want you to get hurt. And neither do I, for that matter, but you're a bright witch, I know you'll be able to hold your own in a duel. You'll also have Oliver watching out for you, and I expect you'll do the same for him. The two of you need to work together, in case there's a mission we need you for."

"I don't know how well working together will go," Oliver said jokingly, "Katie tends to lose her temper easily and start throwing things. Like this one time, I scheduled a practice on a Hogsmeade weekend because we had a big game two days after that, and she threw her transfiguration book at me."

"I had a date with Roger Davies that day you prat! I'd been talking about it for a week, and what do you do? You schedule a stupid quidditch practice! He thought I was lying and blowing him off. He refused to speak to me ever again after that!"

"Roger Davies is a thickheaded moron, I saved you a world of misery! And we won the game, didn't we?"

"Oh what do you know? He's a really nice guy. And we would have won anyway, but you worry too much."

"He's an idiot. And it was my last year, of course I wanted to win. Are you saying you didn't want to win the House Cup for the first time in years?"

"Shut up Ollie. You know that's not what I meant. And no he isn't! "

"He got plastered and tried to break into McGonagall's office with the intention of seeing whether or not she sleeps in there. How is that not a sure sign of idiocy?" Oliver scowled.

"Point taken," I admitted reluctantly.

"Enough you two," Dad interrupted our bickering, "You're going to have to get along, or at least pretend to. Might as well start now, yeah?"

We glared at eachother after that, both of us being too stubborn to break eye contact or even blink. This went on for nearly three minutes before I sneezed, causing Oliver to burst out laughing, and I found myself joining him. It was like nothing changed, we still bickered endlessly, but managed to laugh it off in the end.

"So what do we know about You-Know-Who's plans and whatnot?" They must know some information, surely they weren't walking blind so to speak.

"Not much unfortunately. Snape was our only spy in Voldemort's ranks. Now that we know he's a traitor, we don't know if any information he gave us was true or not. We know their main focus is to kill muggleborns and muggles alike, and cause fear and mayhem while they're at it. They're fairly organised when planning their attacks, but now we have no way to anticipate what they're going to do next." Proffesor Lupin -or could I call him Remus now?- said quietly, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Damn. Then what's the plan? Just sit around and wait for them to keep attacking people?" I tried my best to keep the irritation out of my voice, but I don't think I quite managed it.

"We have a few resources at the ministry, but yeah, pretty much. It's why we need people everywhere, so they can tip us off if something happens, so we can try and help." Tonks spoke with frustration, clearly I was signing up for a stressful job.

"I'll do whatever I can to help then. Do I have to like, sign a sheet or make an unbreakable vow or something?"

"No, nothing like that. A handshake should do the trick. Katherine Emily Bell, do you swear to fight against Voldemort in the name of what is good alongside your fellow members of The Order of the Pheonix?" Lupin asked seriously, a grave look upon his face.

I took his hand and shook it, saying "I swear," As I did so.

"Welcome to the Order of the Pheonix."

"Alright great, now Katie, we have to go, we're already late, your Mum's going to be worried sick. It was good to see you everyone, stay safe." My father practically pushed me out of the kitchen and I only had time to yell a "Bye, nice to see you all," Before we were out the door and apparating home.