Chronicles of the Order of Light

I got home yesterday and immediately hit the sack. Went to work this morning and got a couple of days off.

Looking at the development (or lack thereof) made by Chicken Pox (CP) to the fic, I now have to write two extra chapters to keep within schedule. CP was supposed to write three chapters while I was away and he would have (he claims) if he hadn't got his hand broken, an apparent basketball accident. In hindsight it was probably for the best (sorry CP :>). As Chaosblades pointed out it is always better if the author doesn't allow others to co-author his stories. But fear not, it was never my intention to introduce a co-author. I just thought the readers might appreciate a consistent updating of the story, the ravens were just eager to help.

Updates will be made every three to five days as was intended. Also I've been thinking if I should approach this fic as I would write a book. I've been limiting the format and length of the chapters so it'll be a bearable read. But I've always taken what my professor once told me, `The mark of a good story isn't measured by the number of words you use but how the words are positioned and used to tell the story.'

I would like to express my gratitude to my reviewers. I am indebted to you all. I would like to show my thanks by continuing to improve this story to the utmost of my abilities.

Updates on what the ravens are doing for this story:

• Researching about places in Egypt and Paris.

• Ironing out loopholes in the Eyes of the Snake storyline, the twist in particular.

• Learning a bit of Egyptian and French.

• And I got a laptop (Yayyy!)

Here's a little something to wet your appetites (I hope).

Remus looked out the window of a decrepit van he and the Weasley brothers were riding, the river Nile stretching endlessly towards the moonlit horizon outlining the pyramids of the Valley of the Kings, the exotic skyline littered by elegant domes and looming minarets of the city.

It had taken the five of them a little over thirty minutes to prepare for the trip after Albus told them of their mission, none of the Weasleys seemed eager to go to the Burrow that night, and Remus never forced the issue. Among the things discussed by the Order was to have Bill contact his friends at the Egyptian branch of Gringotts, to which they now headed.

They arrived by portkey about three hours ago in the home of Sifiye Baruti, one of Dumbledore's old friends, a stout elderly man with dark, brown skin and graying hair, the same man now driving them to Cairo. Either by luck or design, Dumbledore couldn't have chosen a better host than Sifiye, the old man was very accommodating and a veritable fountain of knowledge. He had offered them a place to stay while they conducted their business as well as his service in navigating the winding streets of Cairo. But the other thing Sifiye provided proved far more invaluable. They had learned from the old man the true nature of the Necronomicon and its creator, the mad prophet Abdul-Al Hazred. That knowledge, however, did nothing but add a greater urgency to their task.