harry potter and the fifth element by
bexis
rating: r
harry's summer and sixth year. examines h/hr in context of his unwanted wealth and
fame, and her need for independence, requiring them to save one another's
lives. h struggles for magical control over a mysterious fifth element, receives
an inheritance and finds oc summer romance. hr knows everything and nothing.
the brain encounter changes r. d is dispossessed and vengeful. cc is not what she
seems. featuring h/hr affinity, auror training, poor parenting, goblins,
kidnapping, death, a crash, a fire, an explosion, bribery, funerals, testimony,
tarot, pensieves, secret marriage, stonehenge, a succubus, love potion,
battles, triads, and druidism. the war against voldemort spreads to the continent
becomes a liberation struggle.

spoilers: ps/ss, cos, poa, gof, ootp, hbp, qtta, fb. written between order of
phoenix and half-blood prince.
genre: action, romance
era: the harry potter at hogwarts years
main character(s): h, hr
ship(s): cho/r, fleur/h, g/h, g/nev, h/hr, h/ofc_w, luna/r

summary: wherein the story and the characters are introduced, the order meets over
the latest dealings with the ministry, fudge gives a speech in absentia,
dumbledore reports on dealings with the ministry, lupin reports on financial
matters, tonks reports on sirius' post-mortem affairs, shacklebolt reports
on the auror corps, hagrid reports on the giants, bill reports on the goblins,
mcgonagall reports on umbridge's disgrace, mundungus reports on the word
on the street, and ron's attendance at quidditch camp is approved.
disclaimer: this story is based on characters and situations created and owned by
jk rowling, various publishers including but not limited to bloomsbury
books, scholastic books and raincoast books, and warner bros., inc. no money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
author's notes: the first of a series of revised chapters, reflecting new canon
from hpb where compatible with the story - and only where compatible.

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chapter 1 - council of war

albus dumbledore, headmaster of the hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
(order of merlin, first class, grand sorcerer, chief warlock, supreme mugwump,
international confederation of wizards, chief warlock wizengamot) was viewed by
many in the wizarding world as the greatest wizard of his time. he was
known to be the only wizard whom lord voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of
the last century, actually feared.

at the moment, however, headmaster dumbledore was feeling neither very great nor

particularly feared. rather, he was feeling frustrated, inept and outman uvred

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as he conversed in hushed tones with one of his most trusted operatives, the
werewolf remus lupin. they had both just arrived, somewhat ahead of schedule,
for the first meeting of the order of the phoenix to be called after the end of
the hogwarts term. indeed, the students had departed on the hogwarts express
only that morning.

"are you sure remus, both accounts?" asked headmaster dumbledore, his brow

furrowing with regret.

"yes, absolutely positive. the riddle and the malfoy accounts - all of them - were

emptied yesterday ... the last of the lot only thirty minutes before
gringotts received the ministry's sequestration and seizure notice. i've had
confirmation of this information from the usual order sources, both within
gringotts and in the ministry," recounted lupin in a growling undertone, his
yellowish eyes flashing faintly red, slightly betraying wolfish anger.

"it is a true shame we couldn't move fast enough, after recent events," dumbledore

commiserated, his expression becoming increasingly careworn.

"stop being so bloody noble. we moved plenty fast. the blame lies squarely with
those bespectacled twits in the department of wizland revenue - fudge's
drones. fast in the ministry is timed with a calendar. they just couldn't move
quickly enough or secretly enough to avoid tipping off voldemort's spies.
or worse, they might well have been spies themselves," muttered lupin with a heavy
sigh.

he sank back into one of the numerous softbacked swivel chairs arranged along the
large semicircular table facing headmaster dumbledore. angrily, lupin
wadded up and heaved a piece of parchment at the bin along the wall. he missed
badly, but the bin dutifully waddled after the stray projectile and gobbled
it up.

"that's enough for now, remus, i'll hear the whole story soon enough when you give
your report to the assembled order. i trust you had no difficulty locating
our new meeting place," said dumbledore as he unwrapped another lemon drop. "care
for one?"

dumbledore offered a plate of the sweets to the scowling lupin, but he was not

tempted and waved them off with a frustrated gesture.

"no problems finding the place," lupin affirmed a bit less angrily, "but i had a
nasty run in with peeves. seems he coated the main staircase to the seventh
floor with several centimetres of stinksap. there wasn't any good way around it,
so i had to slog through the weasley memorial bog and come up via the
back postern. but besides that diversion, it was just as in your instructions,
'seventh floor opposite the tapestry of barnabas the barmy being clubbed
by trolls in tutus.' i forgot how many times you said i had to walk back and
forth, but it was no bother. i concentrated on having this meeting and after
a bit of woolgathering, there was the door.... never noticed it before."

"excellent," congratulated the headmaster, but his smile did not reach his eyes.

"because of peeves, don't count on everyone being on time, though." lupin paused,
"if i may albus, what is this place and why are we meeting here rather
than at grimmauld place?"

"the answer to your second question will have to await the meeting," dumbledore
remarked as he reached for an ornate container the size of a snuffbox on
the left-hand side of the podium on his desk. as for your first question, this
place is known as the room of requirement, and at this time the order is
sorely in need of a new meeting place. this room takes on the form of whatever the
person entering needs most at the time."

dumbledore lazily tossed a handful of the powder into the nearby fireplace, which

held a substantial blaze despite it being the middle of june.

"argus filch," dumbledore called. a few seconds later there was some scraping and

the grizzled head of the hogwarts caretaker gingerly appeared in the fireplace,

looking distinctly uncomfortable. "it seems that peeves has decided to redecorate
the seventh floor staircase with stinksap," instructed dumbledore, "i
have an extremely important meeting here very shortly, and i need you to restore
the stairway to its previous state as quickly as possible." filch nodded
and quickly left, grumbling something about poltergeists and red-hot pokers.

lupin considered the scene he had just witnessed and pursed his lips. "i thought
filch was non-magical," remarked lupin matter-of-factly. "i didn't know
that it was possible to summon squibs through the fireplace like that."

"anything is possible. squibs can be summoned, they just can't use the floo

network to summon others," replied dumbledore knowingly.

"really," said lupin, tilting his head slightly. "i learn something new every time

i talk to you, albus."

"actually," smiled dumbledore enigmatically, "i'd never attempted to summon a
squib by floo before. i had no idea whether that was going to work. but the
store of knowledge is increased only by trying new things."

"this room is indeed remarkable, though," continued remus. "i never knew this place existed when i taught here, and i don't think that the rest of the staff did either," continued remus.

"hogwarts castle hides many secrets, remus," reminded dumbledore as he made for
his desk. "i have been here more decades than i want to think about, and
i had only encountered this room once before this year. until recently i thought
it was simply an exceptionally well-concealed loo. credit for discovering
the true nature of this room goes to our staff of house-elves. dobby revealed the
room of requirement to mister potter last term when he was looking for
clandestine training facilities for the group he so provocatively named
'dumbledore's army.'"

dumbledore chuckled, but their conversation was interrupted as the door flew open
and the one-legged mad-eye moody stumped into the room, wand drawn and
his magical blue eye whizzing about unpredictably in its socket. "merlin's beard,
albus, what is this place?" exclaimed moody. "i won't want to be going
back to that dump in london after seeing this."

"so you approve, alastor," rejoined dumbledore. "you never really liked the 'grim

old place' very much anyway, as i recall."

"can't say that i did," growled moody. "i never thought that security was up to
snuff. there were all those portraits of dark wizards to overhear us, that
maniac house-elf, and the meeting room was too close to the living quarters of
non-members of the order - especially those untrustworthy weasley twins
with their extendable ears and who knows what else up their sleeves."

"i've taken care that last problem," remarked dumbledore, his eyes twinkling for

the first time in the conversation.
moody's smile distorted his already hideously scarred face. "good riddance...."
"i've offered them full membership of the order," announced dumbledore.
"merlin help us all," moody replied, his mouth more agape than usual. his face