Order of the Phoenix Headquarters

Dumbledore cast a pitying glance at Owen Harris, who had lost his most gifted younger son yet could only suppress his grief, then left the Minister's office at the Ministry of Magic. He Apparated to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. Before he had time to knock, he heard the members inside discussing what had happened at the Ministry that night.

"That kid played both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters!" Sirius Black was clearly unhappy about the Order being used.

"Will the Order of the Phoenix get into trouble?" Harry asked worriedly, looking at his godfather.

"Mr. Potter, I believe you heard it too. Although Mr. Allen Harris will not have us imprisoned, if not for Albus, we would have had to write public self-criticisms several feet thick!" Minerva McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor, raised an eyebrow. She had keenly realized that this punishment was a prank aimed primarily at her, and she clearly hated pranks.

Nymphadora Tonks leaned her pale, heart-shaped face close to Harry's ear and whispered, "Hey, Harry, I wanted to do that to McGonagall when I was still at school!" Afterward, her originally sparkling black eyes narrowed into slits as she winked at Harry and smiled. Her spiky short hair changed from vivid violet to Ravenclaw blue.

"That boy is trouble!" Mad-Eye Alastor Moody jabbed his cane against the floor, then added indignantly, "That cunning Harris Family, those cunning Hans! Did you see what sort of people they had around them? Driders and Manticores! Their family must have mastered that evil knowledge long ago and spread it among their lackeys to study, all for today." Moody recalled how Penelope, a Muggle-born witch, had beaten him soundly during the Quidditch World Cup, further confirming that her endless array of methods