“Dumbledore just sent Fawkes; we have an Order meeting tonight at six,” James called from the living room.

I exited the kitchen and came to sit next to him. “All right. You know, I still can’t get over the fact this is officially ours.”

We’d been married for three months and we hadn’t changed much; some of the furniture was replaced but things basically stayed the same. To an extent, James didn’t want to throw anything out. A lot of the paintings meant something special to him.

He wrapped me in his arms and smiled. “Mr. Orson was a generous man.”

“Come on,” I said, breaking the silence that had followed his last statement. “Let’s have lunch.”

****

“We’re here,” I called as we entered Mr. Orson’s old house; he’d given it to Dumbledore, knowing his intentions for it.

I looked to my left to see a woman named McGonagall sitting next to Dumbledore.

“How are you?” I asked the pair.

McGonagall smiled firmly. “Good, I suppose. I'm filling out an application to begin working at Hogwarts soon.”

“That’s good,” I smiled.

McGonagall scratched her head, which looked itchy enough; her style was odd for a middle-aged woman. She wore it up tightly in a bun. It seemed that if she were to pull on it anymore, it would simply rip out.

I shuddered at the thought.

“Have a seat, Lily and James. I have some news for you that will make you jump right out of your seat.” Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

“Then what’s the point of sitting down?”

“We don’t want you in the ceiling… Ah, yes, where was I? It seems as if we have some new members to the Order…”

Just as he finished say that, the door swung open, and Dumbledore was right: I did jump up.

Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Marie all stood in the foyer, looking as equally shocked as James and I.