Madison Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 6: They Could Probably Hear You in Mordor

I sat on my bed at 12 Grimmuald Place, a book in my hands. I was reading a book about werewolves. It included the origins, rights, causes, laws and all that jazz. The reason that I was reading it was because once this war is over, I want to make werewolves more accepted in this society.

If the war ends. If I survive it.

But, long story short, I was reading it so I could help my godfather be more accepted by others. It will be a lot of work, but I will do it. I will die trying if I have to.

Once I highlighted a footnote with a yellow highlighter, I heard a voice scream so loud, that I bet people in New Zeland could hear it.

I placed my bookmark so I wouldn't loose my page, and grabbed my wand and out it in my back pocket. Slowly and carefully, I made my way down the dark and creepy hall and to the place where the noise was from.

With my hand placed on the rickety old doorknob, I slowly turned it. I then pushed open the door and walked in and closed it behind me. I held my wand out in front of me, in case there happened to be an intruder.

Glancing at exactly who was in the room that I recognized was Ron and Harry's, I just happened to come face to face with Hermione, Ron, and my brother. My wand arm loosened it grip, but I did not lower it.

"If you're Harry James Potter, you will know the answer to this question." I stated, looking straight into the eyes we shared.

"Alright. Go." He said, suddenly confident.

"In third grade, why did I get nearly expelled?"

Harry laughed. "Because our teacher called you Madison Dursley by accident. It was hilarious!"

I smiled and ignored the look of pure disapproval from Hermione and the look of amusement from Ron.

"God, Harry, was that you yelling?"

"Yeah." He sheepishly said.

"They could probably hear you in Mordor!" I exclaimed.

"Mordor? What the bloody hell is that?" Ron asked.

"Yes, I would quite like to know myself..." Fred wondered.

"I'm a bit curious too." George said as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

I sighed, and began to explain what Mordor was.

"Mordor is in Middle Earth."

"Can we go to Middle Earth?" Ron asked. Hermione face palmed and Harry stifled a laugh as we all sat in a circle on the floor.

"No. Well, maybe if you want to meet your alter egos..."

"Oooohhh! Whose my alterego?" Harry asked me, unpacient.

"I already told you when we were ten."

"So? Maybe I forgot?" He sheepishly said, yet again.

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, Harry is Frodo. Ron is Sam. Hermione is Eowlyn. Voldemort- oh don't wince Ron- is Sauron, Dobby and Kreacher are Gollum/Sméago. Snape is the dude who looks like a snakeish vampire dude. Forgot his name, sorry. Fred, you're Merry, and George, your Pippin."

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That night at dinner, I randomly said, "Hagrid is a lot like Gimli, don't you think?"

"Hagrid is who?" Sirius asked, confused.

"Oh! And Sirius is Aragorn!" Hermione exclaimed, voicing my exact thought.

"Moody over here is Théoden." Uncle Moony joined in.

"Moony... hmmm... I think that you are Faramir. What do you think, Hermione?"

"Yeah. Hey- Frodo is just like Annabeth when she is like attacked by Archane!" she pointed out.

"So, what's your story, Kingsley?" Ginny asked him.

"Uh..."

"Okay?" Remus said.

"Okay."

I smiled at Hermione and said, "Remember the time turner? It was tardis!"

She let out a huge smile and laugh. "Alright. Anyway... Let's get down to business..."

"TO DEFEAT... THE HUNS." Padfoot randomly said.

"Erm... Padfoot? Were you watching Mulan again?" I asked him, curious.

"Maybe..."

"Anyway. You kids leave so we can have our meeting." Moody grunted.

"I suppose the odds are ever in our favor, eh, Hermione?"

"Yes. Them trying to force us out." she replied.

"There's one thing I'm trying to figure out..." Harry asked.

"What's that?" Ron replied.

"Is this real?" Tonks whisper-yelled towards Moody, who grunted and glared at her in response.

"Or not real?" Hestia Jones contributed.

"Ah... It seems that there are worse games in life to play." Ginny said, a smile on her face.

"Hey- Fred, are you gonna eat that cupcake?" I asked.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Damn. It was for Narnia. Promised Narnia... Great." I said.

"Hey, at least your not wearing a red shirt." Moony pointed out.

"Harry, really? Of course. Hey, where's Kirk?" Sirius stated.

"We'll Kirk is usually on a bridge..." Harry said. "But I think a bridge might be on him this time."

It was then that we all laughed.

It was sad, though, that everybody was laughing. And by everybody, I mean all of us in the kitchen.

I didn't know it yet, but that was one of the last times that we'd see Sirius laugh.