The real Herry Potter

The members of the Order of the Stars gathered around a large table in a secluded corner of the library, whispering to each other in hushed tones. It was an unusual sight to see students from all four houses sitting together, researching with such intensity. Their unity had become a point of curiosity among other students, who often passed by to catch glimpses of the group. However, the club members paid no attention to the curious stares; they were too engrossed in their mission.

"Alright," Harry began, glancing around to make sure Madam Pince wasn't nearby. "We still need to figure out what that three-headed dog is guarding."

"I've looked through everything I could find on magical creatures," Hermione said, frustrated, pushing aside another large tome. "But there's no mention of Nicholas Flamel anywhere, and there's nothing about what might be behind that door."

"Well, it's obviously not something they want just anyone knowing about," Terry Boot muttered. "It's got to be something really important if Dumbledore and Snape are involved."

"Speaking of Snape," Theodore Nott said quietly, leaning in, "Slytherin House isn't exactly thrilled with us right now."

"What do you mean?" Susan Bones asked, looking concerned.

"Well," Theodore sighed, "since Neville is leading our club, many of the other Slytherins think it's disgraceful to be in a group headed by a Gryffindor—especially one they consider to be a weakling like Longbottom." He said this last part with an apologetic glance at Neville, who sat nearby, pretending not to hear.

"Yeah," Daphne Greengrass added, her tone bitter. "Every time we walk into the common room, we get these looks, like we've betrayed them or something. Some of the older students even told me and Theo that we're embarrassing Slytherin's reputation by associating with a Gryffindor-led club."

"That's ridiculous," Neville said, shaking his head. "This club is about learning and getting stronger together, regardless of house."

"I know that," Theodore replied, offering Neville a small smile. "But you try explaining that to the likes of Draco Malfoy and his cronies. They've been mocking us constantly, calling us 'traitors' and 'Longbottom's Lackeys.'"

"Ignore them," Harry said, his voice steady. "What we're doing is important. We're learning things that they'll never bother to understand. And in the end, that will make us stronger."

Daphne nodded, her expression hardening. "They may think they can push us around now, but they'll see soon enough."

"Right," Harry agreed, "we just have to keep going. Now, let's get back to the task at hand."

The group refocused on their research, flipping through old texts and manuscripts, looking for any clue that might lead them to what the three-headed dog was guarding. But as the hours passed, they found nothing that directly mentioned Nicholas Flamel or the object they sought.

"Maybe we're going about this the wrong way," Terry said eventually, closing his book with a sigh. "If Dumbledore wants to keep it a secret, then maybe the information we're looking for has been deliberately hidden."

"Or it's just really old," Hermione said thoughtfully. "We might need to dig into ancient magical history, but that's not easy with what we have access to in the library."

"True," Harry agreed, feeling a bit frustrated. "But we're not giving up. We'll keep looking. We're bound to find something eventually."

The group nodded in agreement, and despite the challenges they faced, they felt a renewed sense of determination. It didn't matter if they weren't popular in their houses or if they faced ridicule from their peers. They had each other, and they had a mission that united them.

As they packed up their books and prepared to leave, Neville gave Theodore and Daphne an encouraging smile. "Don't let them get to you, alright? We're in this together."

Daphne nodded, and Theodore grinned. "Yeah, we know. Thanks, Neville."

The Order of the Stars had become quite the sensation at Hogwarts. Ever since they made their debut as an official club, the members found themselves spending more and more time together. They met every Sunday for their official meetings, but it wasn't unusual to see them huddled together during lunch breaks or chatting in the mornings before classes began. The bond they shared was becoming stronger with each passing day, and it wasn't long before their presence in the castle became something of a spectacle.

When word spread that Harry Potter himself was a member of the Order of the Stars, interest in the club skyrocketed. Students from all houses, curious about the famous Boy Who Lived and the mystery surrounding the group, tried to join, hoping to either befriend Harry or simply bask in the club's newfound popularity.

"I knew this would happen," Fred Weasley muttered during one of their informal morning gatherings. He looked over a long list of names that had been submitted by students who wanted to join their club. "Everyone wants to be part of the cool kids now."

"Of course they do," George chimed in with a grin. "We've got Harry Potter, and a mix of people from every house. We're practically Hogwarts royalty at this point."

"But we can't just let everyone in," Neville said, shaking his head. "It would completely change what this club is about."

Fred nodded seriously. "Exactly. That's why we're not allowing any more new members this year. We have to keep things under control."

"Besides," George added, "there's something we need to be careful about—senior students. If we let them join, they'd think they're automatically in charge just because they're older. And we don't want them bossing us around or trying to change how things are done."

The group collectively agreed, understanding the Weasley twins' logic. After all, their club was meant to be a place where everyone had a say, where age and house didn't matter. They didn't want to lose that dynamic by allowing students who might try to exert authority over them.

"So, we're freezing membership for the rest of the year," Hermione said, making a note on a piece of parchment. "Next year, we'll only allow first years to join. That way, they'll be on the same level as we were when we started."

"Works for me," Terry Boot said with a nod. "Besides, it'll be nice to have some time to really build our club without constantly worrying about newcomers changing things up."

"And if anyone asks, we'll just tell them that it's club policy," Daphne Greengrass suggested. "We're not excluding people forever; we're just… maintaining the integrity of the group."

"Exactly," Harry said with a small smile. "This club was started by us, for us. We'll make sure it stays that way."

As the discussion wound down, Fred leaned back in his chair, grinning widely. "You know, this is turning out to be one of the best ideas we've ever had. Imagine—we've only been here a few months, and we're already making Hogwarts history."

"Just wait until we start showing off our broomsticks," George added with a wink. "We'll be legends."

And so, the Order of the Stars decided to keep their doors closed for now. They would remain a tightly-knit group, focused on their shared goals and discoveries. And even though they knew more challenges lay ahead, they were ready to face them—together.

The days at Hogwarts flew by, and the members of the Order of the Stars found themselves busier than ever. Between their regular classes, the constant flow of homework, and the various other activities that filled their schedules, their search for information about Nicholas Flamel began to take a backseat. Their curiosity remained, but they simply didn't have the time to spare, especially with the mid-term exams creeping closer with each passing week.

One chilly evening, Harry gathered the club members in their usual spot in the library. As they sat around the table, surrounded by stacks of books and half-finished assignments, Harry cleared his throat. "We've all been pretty busy lately," he started, "but I think it's time we get serious about our broomstick project. If we want to finish it by the end of the year, we'll need to start working on it now."

There was a chorus of agreement from the others, and Hermione nodded. "We've already spent so much time collecting the materials. It'd be a shame to let them go to waste."

Fred grinned. "I've been itching to get started on this, to be honest."

"Same here," George added. "Imagine the look on everyone's faces when they see us flying around on custom-made brooms."

Daphne Greengrass smiled, albeit with a hint of caution. "But how are we going to get the materials from Hagrid's hut to our clubhouse without anyone noticing? It's not like we can just walk across the grounds carrying loads of elderwood."

"Well, we'll have to be sneaky about it," Terry Boot suggested. "We'll need to choose a time when most students are either in class or distracted by something else."

Theodore Nott spoke up next, his tone calm and collected. "We should move them after dinner. Most students head straight to the common rooms or are busy socializing in the Great Hall at that time. We'll have fewer eyes on us."

Harry nodded, appreciating the thoughtful input. "Good idea, Theodore. We'll use that time to get everything to our clubroom. And from there, we can transfer the materials to our secret base, behind the portrait of the Dancing Trolls."

Fred and George exchanged a look, their eyes twinkling with excitement. "This is going to be great," Fred said with a grin. "We're like the Marauders of our time."

Harry looked up from the blueprint he was sketching on a piece of parchment. "How do you know about the Marauders?" he asked, curiosity piqued. The Marauders were a subject he seldom heard discussed, yet they were deeply tied to his own family history.

Fred raised an eyebrow, and George chuckled. "The real question is, how do you know about the Marauders?" George countered.

Harry smirked. "My godfather was one of them. So was my dad. And Remus… well, he was another."

This time, it was the Weasley twins who looked stunned. The room fell silent as they exchanged wide-eyed glances. George leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Wait… who was your dad?" he asked slowly, almost as if he didn't dare to hope.

Harry took a deep breath, feeling a sense of pride swell within him. "Prongs," he said simply. "My father was James Potter, also known as Prongs. Sirius Black, my godfather, is Padfoot, and Remus Lupin is Moony."

Fred's jaw dropped, and for a moment, it seemed like he was lost for words. "Blimey," he muttered, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're the son of the Prongs?"

Harry nodded, suppressing a smile. "I've heard a lot about the Marauders from Remus and Sirius, but I never thought I'd meet someone else who knew about them."

Fred exchanged a quick, meaningful glance with George, and they suddenly wore identical, mischievous grins. "Well, Harry, it seems you're in for a treat," Fred said, rummaging in his school bag. "We've got something that every Marauder-in-training needs to see."

George reached into the bag and pulled out a folded, worn piece of parchment. "This," he said with a dramatic flourish, "is the Marauder's Map."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He stared at the blank parchment, recognizing it instantly from the stories Sirius and Remus had shared with him. "You have the Marauder's Map?" he asked breathlessly. "But… how?"

Fred's grin widened. "We nicked it from Filch's office in our first year. He had it tucked away in a drawer labeled 'Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.' We thought it sounded interesting."

"You could say it's the best bit of trouble we've ever gotten ourselves into," George added, chuckling.

"How does it work?" Hermione interjected, eyeing the blank parchment with skepticism.

George tapped the parchment with his wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

To Harry's astonishment, lines of ink began to spread across the page, forming intricate patterns, names, and labels. The entire layout of Hogwarts was revealed, every corridor and room, along with the names of every person within the castle.

"It shows everyone in the castle," George explained, a note of pride in his voice. "It's how we've managed to avoid being caught so many times."

Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the map. It was incredible, more than he had imagined, a tangible link to his father and the other Marauders. "This is… amazing," he whispered. "I've heard so many stories about this map."

Fred clapped him on the back. "Well, now you get to use it yourself. And it'll be incredibly useful for moving the broomstick materials from Hagrid's hut to our clubhouse. We'll know if anyone's coming and can avoid being caught."

The other club members gathered around, staring at the map with fascination. "This is perfect," Neville said excitedly. "We can make sure the broomsticks are a surprise for everyone at the end of the year."

"Wait," Hermione said suddenly, looking up from the map. "We're donating the broomsticks to Hogwarts, aren't we?"

"Yes," Harry confirmed. "We're making them so that the first years can have a safe set of broomsticks to learn on. Some of the school's old brooms are in terrible condition, and they're dangerous."

Fred nodded in agreement. "Yeah, some of them barely hover off the ground, and others shoot up like they're possessed. It's about time Hogwarts had a proper set of brooms for first years."

"And we the Hogwarts knowing it's from us," George added. "It'll be a gift from the Order of the Stars."

They spent the next few hours planning the route they would take to move the materials, watching the map carefully to identify any gaps in the prefects' patrol schedules or the movement of teachers around the castle.

"We'll do it tomorrow night," Harry said finally, looking up from the map. "We'll take the path through the courtyard, around the back of the castle, and through the side door to the clubroom. There's less chance of being seen that way."

The group agreed, and after many excited murmurs and last-minute checks, they folded the map up and hid it in George's bag once more.

The next evening, just as they had planned, the Order of the Stars gathered at Hagrid's hut. Hagrid himself had been incredibly supportive of their project, but even he had no idea that tonight, they would be moving the materials in secret.

"Yeh lot sure yeh don't need help?" Hagrid asked, looking a little concerned as they began gathering the wood and twigs into bundles.

"No, we've got it," Harry assured him with a smile. "We'll take it from here."

"Well, alright then," Hagrid said, still looking a bit doubtful. "Jus' be careful, alright? Don't want yeh gettin' caught out after curfew."

"We'll be fine," Fred said with a wink. "We've got a plan."

With that, they set off, carrying the bundles of elderwood and twigs in their arms, sticking close to the shadows. The castle was dark and silent, only the occasional flicker of a torch lighting their way.

"Remember," George whispered, "stick together and keep an eye on the map."

Harry nodded, holding the Marauder's Map in his hand. "We're clear for now," he said. "Let's keep moving."

As they made their way through the castle grounds, there was a brief moment of panic when Peeves the Poltergeist floated by, humming to himself and looking for mischief to cause. They ducked behind a pillar, holding their breath as Peeves passed mere inches from them, but fortunately, he didn't spot them.

Once inside the castle, they moved quickly and quietly, using the map to navigate past a patrolling Filch and a group of chattering prefects. The adrenaline was coursing through Harry's veins, and he could see the excitement mirrored on the faces of his fellow club members.

Finally, they reached the hidden entrance behind the portrait of the Dancing Trolls. One by one, they slipped inside, and Harry tapped the wall to reseal it.

"We did it," Neville whispered, breaking into a wide grin. "We actually did it!"

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, grinning at one another. "And now," Fred said, setting down his bundle of wood with a dramatic flourish, "we begin the real work."

Harry took one last look at the Marauder's Map, feeling a swell of pride and satisfaction. "This is going to be amazing," he said softly. "We're really going to make a difference."

Hermione nodded, her eyes shining. "And when we're finished, every first-year will have the chance to fly on a safe broomstick. This is going to change everything."

"Right," Fred said, clapping his hands together. "Let's get started then. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

And as they began sorting the materials and laying out their plans, Harry couldn't help but feel that they were truly following in the footsteps of the Marauders. For the first time, he understood why his father and his friends had done what they did, why they had embraced adventure, secrecy, and the joy of creating something that would make a lasting impact.

The Order of the Stars was more than just a club. They were a family, a group of friends united by a common goal. And with each passing day, their project grew closer to completion, driven by the spirit of those who had come before them and the dream of a safer, brighter future for the students of Hogwarts.