My first time posting on here, although I've already posted this story on Quizilla and HPFF. I'd love it if you could let me know what you think :)

Disclaimer: Funnily enough, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be chilling in some hot country right now, not sat in my room in England.

Chapter One: The New Arrival

A tear trickled down my cheek as I stared out over the balcony, my eyes glazed over, obscuring my vision. I knew I probably should have been holding on to the beautiful scenery outside for as long as I could: the endlessly clear blue sky; the dryness of the ground and dirt; how everything seemed that dusty, golden colour in the sunlight. But every time I tried, it just brought back happy memories, memories I'd never get back.

I'd always loved it on the flat roof, with its amazing views and perfect serenity. No one else ever went up there - it was too hot, with the blazing sun beating down with nothing to get in its way. I suppose you could've called it my hideout, the place where I would go when I just wanted to be alone, swimming in thoughts or to trying and make sense of something. Usually, that worked. Not today.

I didn't know how long I'd been stood there when my older sister, Calista, poked her head round the door that lead out here from the stairs.

"Des, you need to come downstairs. We're leaving…" She said softly. Her eyes were red and puffy: she'd been crying too.

I nodded and turned away from the stunning views, following her down the steps and through the cool marble halls of my Greek home.

We stopped at the kitchen, where my mother was sat at the glass circular table, clutching a tissue to her chest, salty water pouring from her eyes. I sighed. I hated seeing her upset, but knew she had good reason to be. I couldn't quite believe I was managing to hold myself together so well, but I knew that if I broke down, like I wanted to, there was no way mum would ever come out of this depression she'd just entered.

A woman with purple hair was sat next to her, her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, whispering comforting things. A man with deep scars across his face, grisly grey hair and a strange, vivid blue eye that looked fake compared to his other was talking to the purple haired woman in a deep voice.

I frowned. I didn't know either of these people, and the man looked rather frightening. His blue eye flickered across to me on its own, and I jumped in surprise. He smiled grimly and moved forwards.

"Destiny, I am Alastor Moody, and this is Tonks. We've come to… explain some things to you."

"What things?" I asked cautiously. He inhaled deeply and gestured to one of the seats. Hesitantly, I took it, placing my hands on my lap and waiting expectantly for the man to continue. He glanced at the woman he'd called Tonks briefly before turning back to me.

"I suppose it would be better to just put this bluntly: you and your sister are witches. Calista already knows this, since we've told her and your mother everything we can divulge at this moment." I gaped at him. Under any normal circumstances, I would have laughed, but I didn't think I had enough hope and happiness left in me to force even a smile from myself, let alone a giggle.

"This is a stupid joke," I managed to choke out, glaring around the room at my mother, sister and Tonks. Was this their idea of a joke, or were they just trying to lighten the mood a bit? Either way, the thought made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Des, he's telling the truth. I've seen what he did… And what Tonks can do…" Calista whispered from behind me. I wheeled round to face her.

"Okay, then why don't they show me?" I challenged. She didn't answer, so I turned away from her.

Moody was shooting sparks from a stick and Tonks was changing her hair colour and style in an unbroken chain without touching it once. They both looked at me expectantly, and my eyes widened.

"W-w-what are you?" I gasped, falling back from them a few paces. Moody chuckled dryly.

"I am a wizard, and Tonks is a witch. Although, that's not why she changes her appearance like that: she's also a Metamorphmagus. But both of you are capable of magic." I just stared at him, and then looked to my mother. She was watching me; she believed them. I bit my lip, caught between wanting to believe them and what my reality was and always had been.

"What's a Metamorphmagus?" I sighed, giving in to curiosity. Tonks beamed.

"We can change our appearance at will, but we're really rare. Anyway, before we can say anymore, we're gonna take you all back to headquarters where we can-"

"Not now, Tonks!" Moody growled. She rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging on the corners of her bubblegum-pink lips.

"Headquarters?" I asked.

"We'll explain when we get there. For now, go pack a bag and be ready to meet us here in ten minutes." My head was filled with questions, but Calista pulled on my hand and we ran upstairs together.

I raided my wardrobe for clothes and all the other necessities I'd need wherever we were going. Finished, I rushed back to the kitchen, where Calista was already waiting. She smiled weakly at me and I returned it.

Moody was still in the room, but Tonks had apparently gone upstairs to help our mother pack her bag.

"Do you think we'll be okay?" I murmured in my sister's ear.

"We'll be fine," Callie answered, but from her expression, I wasn't sure if she was trying to convince me or herself. Mum entered soon after, followed by Tonks. She wasn't crying anymore, just sniffling every so often - I was amazed she'd managed to calm down that much.

"We're ready, Mad-eye." I was tempted to snicker at his nickname, but I wasn't sure how Moody would react. Surprisingly, he didn't take any notice of it and gathered us all together.

"We're going to apparate, so you need to hold onto either Tonks or I. You'll find out when we get there," he added, seeing me open my mouth. I gripped Tonks' arm whilst Callie held her other and mum held onto Moody. A strange feeling then swept over me, like I was being pulled through a tight tube, but it lasted only a couple of seconds; I was now stood on a dirty pavement outside a block of houses. The sky was dark, and a few people were milling around the streets. Moody shoved a piece of paper into my hand and growled in my ear, "Read it and remember it." I looked down at the loopy handwriting on the thick, yellowed piece of paper.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

I read through it several times, committing it to memory, and then passed it to Callie.

"Right, now repeat it in your head," Moody said once we'd passed the note back to him. The block of houses began to grow apart, and a new house appeared between numbers 11 and 13. I stood still, trembling. Seeing magic before me like this was wonderful and horrible at the same time. How many other things were hidden to me? What else couldn't I see?

Moody gave me a shove and I stepped towards the house. Slowly, I pushed open the grotty door and entered, my foot lingering over the threshold.

The hallway was narrow, and Moody moved in front of me to show us where to go. He ignored the first door at the end of the hall, from where I could here hushed voices speaking purposefully. It sounded like arguing, or a debate of some sort, but I couldn't be sure.

He lead us into the kitchen, a place as dirty as the rest of the house. The wallpaper was peeling and the wooden floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. A red haired woman was stood with her back to us, cooking. When she heard the door shut behind us, she turned, still holding a wooden spoon in her hand.

"Oh, hello, Tonks, Moody. You must be the Dranias family! I'm Molly Weasley. I am terribly sorry for your loss, all of you," she said, hurrying to mum. She embraced her in a hug and mum broke into a fresh fit of tears. Callie and I stood uncomfortably, shuffling our feet slightly.

"P-p-please, call m-me F-faith," she sobbed. Mrs Weasley looked at her gently and gave her another hug before turning to us.

"Calista and Destiny? I am afraid we can't let you into the meeting, since you're too young, but if you go upstairs and turn into the room with the shouting, the kids will explain everything to you. Or, as much as they can…" She trailed off, glancing back at mum. I frowned and was about to protest, but Callie pulled on my arm.

"Now's not the time. C'mon, mum won't want us around when she's like this…" She whispered so only I could hear. I sighed and nodded; Callie always seemed to be the one who knew everything.

We followed the hall again until we came to the stairs, and then began climbing up them together in silence, which was broken by me. "What did she mean by 'the one with the shouting'?" I asked as we walked along the landing. Callie shrugged.

"I'm guessing the one where you can hear shouting? Because I think we've found it," she said just as we walked by a door where someone was yelling loudly.

"-SAVED THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS?"

"Great. Just what I wanted. A hormonal teenage boy screaming his head off," I muttered bitterly as Callie pushed the door open to reveal the black-haired boy who was causing all the noise. In front of him stood a bushy brown haired girl and a tall, red haired boy, both looking rather nervous.

"WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS AND SPHINXES AND EVERY OTHER FOUL THING LAST YEAR? WHO SAW HIM COME BACK? WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM? ME!" He continued, barely stopping for breath.

"I'm sorry, are we interrupting something?" I said sarcastically. Callie whipped around to glare at me, and so did the boy. He was wearing round glasses over his dazzlingly emerald green eyes, and he wasn't at all bad looking. But I was immediately put off by his attitude.

"Who are you?" He snapped.

"The Grand Duke of York. And you are?" I retorted. I'd quickly come to the decision that I did not like this boy, who looked as if he would explode with rage anytime soon.

"Don't pretend like you don't know," he spat. I raised my eyebrows and properly entered the room.

"Are you so up your own ass that you think everyone's gonna know who you are? Well, I think it's about time you woke up and smelt the daises, sunshine, 'cause neither of us have a clue." He scowled at me and turned back to the other two teenagers.

But they weren't paying him any attention now. They were staring at me, their mouths hanging open in slight awe.

The girl regained herself, and rushed over to me, flinging her arms around my shoulders. "Oh, you must be Calista! I am so sorry! Ignore Harry, he only just got here, he doesn't know what happened!" She let go of me and held me at arms length as I gasped for breath.

"I'm Calista. She's Destiny," Callie mumbled from behind me.

"Oh, of course, sorry! I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, and this is Ronald Weasley," she spoke quickly and pointed to the red-head. I smiled feebly at him and he grinned back.

"And you're Harry?" I asked, looking at the last boy. He nodded once and sat on the bed, glaring at all of us. "And what exactly is your problem?" I was in no mood for people like him. Right now, I just wanted to yell at someone and take all my anger and confusion and sadness out, and he seemed like the best target.

"What's my problem? Are you joking? Only the fact that these two haven't spoken a word to me over the summer, I don't know anything about what's been going on since Voldemort has been back, and Dumbledore apparently doesn't want me to know anything after I saw him come back, and then watched Cedric Diggory get killed!" His voice had risen again, and he'd stood up.

"Okay, I get it, you've got a tough life. I have no idea what half of what you just said means, but right now, I don't really care. According to Mrs Weasley, one of you can tell me what's going on. That's all I want to know, and I'm sure Calista agrees."

"You don't know anything?" Hermione said softly just as Harry was about to reply.

"No, only that Callie and I are witches and that dad is dead. I don't know who killed him, I don't know why, I don't know what this place is, I don't know what's meant to happen to us now and I don't know who he is, which is apparently a big thing," I growled, jerking my head at Harry.

Harry's eyes widened and his eyes darted between Hermione and I.

"Oh. Well, I suppose… I'll have to tell you… Your father was killed by Death Eaters. They're a group of wizards and witches who follow You-Know-Who, but I'll tell you about him after. The Order think they killed him because he's… well, because he's your father, and they thought that he might lead them to you if they tortured him enough. But he didn't, so they killed him anyway. We're not sure why You-Know-Who wanted you. In fact, we're not even sure it was you they wanted. They know it was one of the two of you, though. One of you must have something You-Know-Who wants, which is why you've been brought here, for protection-"

"Why would anyone want us? We've only just found out about all of this!" I muttered angrily. Hermione looked at me apologetically.

"I know. It is rather confusing… Oh, this is the Order of the Phoenix, a secret society Dumbledore formed when You-Know-Who was first powerful. You-Know-Who is a dark wizard who killed many people to get his power. The Order was here for those who wanted to fight against him."

"Why do you call him You-Know-Who?" I asked curiously.

"Because… Well, because most fear to speak his real name."

"Which is…?"

Hermione bit her lip and glanced at Harry, who sighed.

"Voldemort," he grumbled, sounding bored.

"Voldemort? Were his parents deranged?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"He changed his name. It was originally Tom Riddle," Hermione butted in, looking anxiously at Harry, who looked like he was about to go off on another rampage.

"So how come he can say the name but you can't?" I asked, jerking my head at Harry again.

"Harry's… not… silly, I suppose," Hermione replied, but it was obvious she wasn't telling me everything.

"And why should I know who he is?" Hermione began to chew her lip again.

"Look, it doesn't matter. You've found out all you wanted to know, now it's my turn. Ron, Hermione, talk," Harry said, pushing me slightly out of the way.

"Hey! I'm not done yet!"

"I don't care! This is important!"

"And so is this!"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Go aw-"

"Both of you, just shut it!" Callie snapped, her hands on her hips, glaring at us both. I smirked at her.

"Oh, sorry, Callie, did you want to join in?" I asked, stepping aside so she could step in front of him. She stood her ground though.

"It's not funny, Des! We've only just moved and you're already in an argument!"

"This isn't an argument. If it was, it wouldn't be this easy," I said, shoving Harry. He fell back onto the bed and then jumped up again so quickly it looked like he'd been electrocuted. I grinned, a small giggle escaping my lips as he scowled at me.

"Well, this looks like the start of a beautiful friendship," Ron muttered sarcastically.

"Ron, I appreciate your sarcasm. You're right, this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship," I said, nodding a salute to him, to which he grinned back.

"If you're finished? Hermione, tell me what's been going on!" Harry said, eyeing me. Hermione gave him a full explanation about the Order, glancing nervously at Harry every so often for his reaction.

"So, what about Voldemort?"

"What about him?"

"What's happening? What's he up to? Where is he? What are we doing to stop him?"

"I told you, we're not allowed in the meetings!" Hermione snapped at him, and he glared at her, but otherwise fell silent.

I was quickly beginning to like him much more when he didn't talk.

So, I hope you enjoyed it, and please review :)

Meg x