The little people in the photograph jostled among themselves, and those hidden right at the back appeared at the forefront of the picture. “That’s Edgar Bones… brother of Amelia Bones, they got him and his family too, he was a great wizard… Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young… Caradoc Dearborn, vanished six months after this, we never found his body… Hagrid, of course, looks exactly the same as ever… Elphias Doge, you’ve met him, I’d forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat… Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian, they fought like heroes… budge along, budge along. “Better dead than what happened to them… and that’s Emmeline Vance, you’ve met her, and that there’s Lupin, obviously… Benjy Fenwick, he copped it too, we only ever found bits of him… shift aside there,” he added, poking the picture, and the little photographic people edged sideways, so that those who were partially obscured could move to the front. Harry’s stomach, already uncomfortable, clenched as he looked at Alice Longbottom he knew her round, friendly face very well, even though he had never met her, because she was the image of her son, Neville. “And there’s Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side… That’s Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family. The Moody in the picture was unmistakable, though his hair was slightly less gray and his nose was intact. “ There’s me,” said Moody unnecessarily, pointing at himself.

A small crowd of people, some waving at him, others lifting their glasses, looked back up at him.

“Found it last night when I was looking for my spare Invisibility Cloak, seeing as Podmore hasn’t had the manners to return my best one…. “Original Order of the Phoenix,” growled Moody. Moody shows Harry a photo of the original Order of the Phoenix, which includes quite a few names (highlighted in bold):

Order of the phoenix books