Hogwarts, 1978

And for the rest of the year, the situation regarding the death-eaters and their so called Dark Lord only seemed to get more bleak and tedious as more students and their families began to disappear. The wizarding community was divided on whether to simply look the other way and carry on as if muggle witches and wizards weren't being persecuted, or to stand up and form a resistance.

The Ministry of Magic certainly wasn't doing anything, perhaps due to the overwhelming corruption that had been brewing throughout the past decade. Politicians and Aurora alike, seduced by the idea of immense power and superiority, began to distract common folk from the news, pledging new deals and developments while innocent families were binge slaughtered in the name of pure blood.

As for Hogwarts, it was a different story. Students, having been affected immensely by the disappearances of many friends and family, began to become even close together. Numerous muggle clubs and societies were made, with admission fees going to support victims of death eater attacks, intricate little things like muggle dessert day and muggle book and film societies were being celebrated by most of the whole school.

Others chose to band together for more sinister causes. Pupils from even considerably wholesome houses like Hufflepuff began to branch away from the light, to join a growing minority of dark arts groups. They mostly shed away from the joy and the good fortune of the community and chose to help encourage bullying, racism and pure malevolence.

Similarly to Mary Macdonald's assault a few years back, other incidents began to prop up. Little first years finding themselves locked in dark cabinets, anti-muggle slurs etched into desks and yet another attack on a third year boy, who had been found hanging by his ankles by the Astronomy Tower, missing three teeth and a broken rib cage.

As the winter months bled into the reassuring warmth of spring, the killing didn't cease but people's abilities to care seemed to spring up. So on one sunny Saturday morning in the middle of May, Sirius and Mia found themselves being called up to Dumbledore's office.

The couple had been going strong, few fights if any, and a general casual outlook on life. Mia wore her sister Kitty's old coral blue flared bottoms and a denim jacket while Sirius wore his signature leather jacket, a slightly crumpled white shirt and some blue jeans. They had plans in Hogsmeade with Marlene and her new girlfriend Dorcas, before McGonagall stopped them at the gate and asked them to swiftly get to Dumbledore's office.

"What do you think he wants?" Sirius curiously asked his girlfriend, who simply shrugged as she chewed on her bright blue bubblegum. "You gonna spit that out before we go in?"

Mia gave him a look of disbelief. "It's gum, not a gun. It's not like I'm gonna stick it onto his glasses right in front of him." Sirius let out a bark-like laugh before pinching her cheek in endearment. "I'm not five!" She yelped before slapping his arm.

The stone gargoyle in front of them looked unimpressed. "Password?" It grumbled, it's eyes wary as it looked between the couple.

Mia looked at Sirius, who coughed dramatically. Confused, she nudged him with her elbow but he eventually realised that he in-fact had the slip of paper with the password scrawled onto it.

"Oh um... Mia, what does that say? For a prefect, your handwriting is pure chicken scratch—," She mock laughed before leaning over to look, "Never mind, it says Loganberry Lozenges."

She gave him a look of disbelief.

"Took you two long enough!" James grumbled, as the couple finally got to the top of the staircase and reached Dumbledore's office. Quite a few people were present, which made Mia wonder what the occasion was. Timothy Halloway, Greta Gilmore, Zainab Ali, Aalisha Aarons, and Millie DeLorenco from Hufflepuff were conversing quite comfortably in conjured up chairs in one corner of the room, Marlene and Dorcas were leaning next to a painting of an old headmaster as they gave Mia a wave, quite a few seventh year Gryffindors were playing gobstones on the floor and a few Slytherins and Ravenclaws were discussing the upcoming NEWTs.

Dumbledore, the man himself, was perched on his brown leather armchair as he whispered something into Professor McGonagall's ear. A few lemon sherbets scattered amongst important paperwork on his desk. Fawkes was absent, presumably outside in the fresh spring breeze.

"Everyone!" Everyone stopped talking, playing and scheming to look away from their friends to the Headmaster, who beckoned for everyone to come closer and grab a chair to sit down. "I understand that you all are highly busy individuals so this won't take much of your time." His eyes twinkled. "Now if you'd all like to gather yourselves for three minutes, James, I'm sure Ms Evans' hair will continue to be soft to touch when we've finished."

James flushed and slipped his hands from her hair before placing them around her shoulder. She smiled at him with much earnest, that it made Mia's stomach fill with butterflies at the prospect of the couple ever not being together.

"Now, as you are all aware, dark forces are among us. They breathe with us, they see with us and they kill us. We are alike in all aspects other than beliefs and as much as it troubles me to ask of you and involve you in this, I must first ask if any of you here are uncomfortable by the prospect of combat or placing yourself in harm—."

"For the greater good, I'm supposing Albus?" A voice suddenly drawled out from above, which led the whole group to crane their necks to find a portrait of an elderly headmaster with a sour expression carved onto his face. It was Headmaster Armando Dippet.

"Dear Armando, please go back to your slumbers, we won't be in here for long," Dumbledore told the portrait with an almost cheerful tone, yet it was apparent that what the former headmaster had said, clearly hit a nerve. "Now! As I was saying, is there anyone who would like to leave?" Everyone seemed alright with it, Mary simply shrugged, Marlene yawned, Peter bit his nails, Sirius stuck his tongue out at James, who then retaliated by blowing a raspberry.

No one spoke up.

"Ah yes, let us commence!" Fawkes, the Phoenix perched on top of the Sorting Hat, cooed. "I would like to induct you all faithfully into the Order Of The Phoenix."

Sirius tightened his grip on Mia's shoulder, in a reassuring way but he didn't know if he was trying to reassure himself or his love.

Eventually they were done, the Headmaster had spent the meeting introducing the students to the other members, giving them basic outlines on what their duties would look like and eventually sending them off, not before strongly advising them not to tell anyone outside of the group about the Order. He also told them all that they would not be involved in any combat until after they graduated, which would only be a week away. The large group vacated the office, not before stacking the chairs away and taking a handful of lemon sherbets from his bowl. Just as Peter was about to take one more to add to his toppling pile in his arms, Mary McDonald lightly slapped him on the arm, saying 'Look at the bowl, it looks so empty!' but Dumbledore simply chuckled before waving his wand and summoning another packet. He then emptied it into the bowl and nodded at Peter to keep the sweet.

Sirius and Mia chose to take one each, before they swiftly left for Mia's dormitory for 'packing', which would have been true if Mia wasn't so tired and Sirius was a bit more, well, serious. The pair were in the empty dormitory (the rest of the girls were out), with Sirius sitting crosslegged on her bed and Mia walking around the room to collect her things and place into her trunk.

Every time that Mia turned around to put something in her trunk, Sirius would shrug on one of her bras. This continued so far that eventually, Sirius looked like he was gonna pass out as eventually the pressure of all the elastic was straining his chest.

"You're honestly such an idiot, you know?" Mia grumbled, as she sat down next to him to aid in his bra removing surgery. "Why didn't you stop at number three?" He had worn 10 pairs.

"Wanted to increase my cup size." was his response, which brought her to let out a laugh as he dramatically posed like a lingerie model, placing one hand on his 'boob' and the other on his face, as he arched himself like a cat. Taking the opportunity, Mia quickly reached for her sister's old camera and snapped him in the moment. "I'm daazzling, daaaarling!" He spoke in a mock-sultry voice as he changed up his poses with such a variety that Mia would have thought he was a model in his past life.

"Alright, sugar. Let's get you out of this death trap." They began the process slowly, as Sirius had stupidly stretched the bra so much that it was impossible to simply rip off, unless they planned on ripping their fingers off yet eventually by pair 8, Sirius let Mia pull the garments off his head like a child pulling off poorly wrapped wrapping paper.

"Gah! I'm in the nude!" Sirius clutched at his chest, "how could you expose me in such a way?!"

Mia threw a pillow at his head, causing him to pounce on top of her, mimicking a savage cat as he sarcastically growled and even licked at her face. She dramatically raised her eyebrows.

"You," Lick, "are", Lick, "so", lick, "Gross"

Eventually, Mia simply gave up her fake angry face and began to laugh so hard that tears streamed down her face.

"We're gonna die laughing." They both paused, looking at each other as it was as thought they had suddenly become serious.

Until they both burst out laughing.