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Hey there! This is my second FanFic, first Harry Potter. My writing can border on dark and disturbing occasionally; however it usually culminates in a happy ending! Please read and review……… Thanks, Goldy.

Harry Potter and the Final Prophecy

I don't own the books or fabulous characters of Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.

Harry's unusually peaceful holiday is abruptly cut short with devastating news. 12 Grimmauld Place has been mysteriously infiltrated, and now his best friend is missing. Fed up with Voldemort's reign of terror, Harry assembles the members of the DA, and leads them on a dangerous mission to find Hermione and destroy the Dark Lord and his followers once and for all.

Chapter One

Swinging his legs leisurely, "The Boy who Lived" surveyed the surroundings from his current vantage point: the wide branch of an old elm tree. Looking out over the park and surroundings, Harry Potter glanced sadly at the park bench near where he had first caught a glimpse of his late Godfather, Sirius Black. Sighing, he banished the thoughts and memories to the back of his mind as he wondered what his friends were doing now. At least the information and letters from them were more forthcoming than last year….. news was filtering in at a slow but steady rate. Arabella Figg was his `contact', and would pass on information that had been approved by the Ministry of Magic. The problem was that Mrs Figg wasn't the most reliable person to use: she often confused and forgot certain details.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed movement in the fields below. Straining to get a good look, he noticed it was Dudley and his gang of thugs harassing a young boy near the swings. Harry shook his head as the frightened kid handed over his money and was pushed to the ground by Dudley.

"At least it's not me…" Harry mused. In fact, the entire Dursley family had left him to his own devices this Summer, to the point of being completely ignored. This arrangement suited Harry just fine: he cooked his own meals, washed his clothes and went where he pleased. Besides, with the events that had taken place at the end of term, Harry was liable to turn Vernon and Petunia into bright pink toads if they harassed him further. He had lost Sirius in the battle with the Death Eaters, and nearly lost one of his best friends. It had taken Harry until now to realize the sacrifice his friends had made for him, especially Hermione.

Again, his thoughts were distracted by a shuffling figure moving towards the group of boys below. Waiting for Dudley's posse to saunter off, Mrs Figg calmly glanced up at the tree and beckoned for Harry to climb down.

"That cousin of yours is a blight on this neighborhood….." she complained, narrowing her eyes in the direction they had departed. Impatient for information, Harry tapped his foot loudly.

"Oh, sorry……….We're having a slight problem at headquarters. One of Moody's dark magic detectors has been going crazy for the last few hours. They can't find the source yet, apparently they've searched the house top to bottom and found nothing. The order is on high alert though, and Albus has asked that you keep your eyes open."

Surprised by this information, Harry could only imagine Mrs Black's painting shrieking to high heaven over the alarms. "Everybody's a little strung out, as you can imagine…" continued Mrs Figg. "They send their love, though."

Turning to leave, Arabella Figg turned and observed the tall boy with his hands in his pockets, seemingly bewildered and unhappy at not being in the action again. Smiling encouragingly, she hugged him quickly and hurried away.

With the sun setting quickly behind him, Harry made his way back to Privet Drive, slightly bothered by this new information. Walking through the lounge room, he passed the Dursley's who were eating TV dinners and watching a repeat episode of `Eastenders'. Seemingly invisible, Harry made himself a sandwich and retreated to the sparse comfort of his bedroom. After reading for a while, Harry placed the spell book beside his bed and dozed fitfully, his glasses lying lopsided over his nose.

Some time before 3 am, Harry woke with a start. His scar was throbbing painfully, yet he had no memory of any dream or vision. Feeling vaguely troubled, he turned onto his side and looked out the window. To his surprise, Harry noticed the street lights were fading. Sitting up quickly, he reached for his wand. "Lumos" he whispered, glancing around the room and wondering what was happening. His attention was again captured by the street scene outside, as dark shapes glided around like ghosts. The temperature had now dropped by about 20 degrees as Harry bolted through the hallway and into Vernon and Petunia's room to warn them. Already awake and cowering in a corner, Petunia turned her terrified eyes to Harry, pleading with him to do something.

Harry raced down the stairs, passing Dudley whose eyes were frozen on the front door. Petunia and Vernon had made their way down behind him and were now standing beside the china hutch. The door had swung open several moments ago, but the creatures hadn't entered. Heart in his mouth, Harry walked out into the front lawn and was stunned by the sight that greeted him: literally hundreds of Dementors were circling Privet drive. Lights were turning on in houses as the unsuspecting Muggles woke feeling cold and unhappy. Many had spilled out onto the street, clad only in their pyjamas and huddling together for warmth.

"What in the ruddy hell is this?" whispered Vernon, who was now standing beside Harry and watching the spectacle with a combination of fear and wonder. "Oh no…." cried Harry in dismay as a Dementor swooped down towards a young mother and her child. Running towards them, Harry raised his wand, bellowing the words "Expecto Patronum". The silver stag galloped towards their attacker and warded the Dementor off, who fled screeching angrily into the night.

"Can't you do something?" prodded Vernon, as Harry deflected another Dementor attack on Mrs Figg, who had been shaking her fist and screaming at the creatures. Relief poured over Harry as he spotted three familiar figures hurrying into the chaos. Tonks, Remus and Moody's voices boomed over the screams as spells were sent in every direction. "Hey Harry! Bloody hell, trouble knows where to find you, doesn't it!"" cried Tonks, who was clearly enjoying the moment.

"Why are they here? They haven't attacked anybody yet…" yelled Harry. Shrugging his shoulders, Mad Eye Moody sent another Patronus Spell into the air, before grabbing Harry and pointing to a huge Dementor who floated to the side, observing the scene. As if on cue, the lone Dementor raised it's head and let out an ear-piercing wail, causing both muggles and wizards to dive to the ground in pain. The rest of the creatures left the scene as quietly as they had arrived.

Sneaking a peek over his arm, Harry noticed that the lone Dementor was still hovering in the same spot, and had something in its knotted, gnarled hands. The hooded figure walked towards him, holding the object in front of its robes as if making an offering to Harry. It then dropped the object to the ground, then rose and followed the others. By now, more people had arrived on the scene: police, Ministry of Magic officials, ambulances and the St Mungo's Mobile Medicine Maladies van. "What the hell was that all about?" Remus whispered to Moody, as Harry's attention was again attracted to the thing lying on the ground several metres in front of him. Jumping up, Harry stumbled around the unconscious Muggle bodies and picked it up with trembling hands.

Strands of thick, brown hair were held together by a red and gold ribbon: Gryffindor colours. Sinking down to the grass, panic began to set in as he realized there was blood at the ends, as if the hair had been pulled out violently. Shaking uncontrollably, the tears began to fall as Lupin, Moody and Tonks found him and hurried towards him: their questions falling on deaf ears. Taking the offering from him, Lupin held it up to the light, his pale face registering both shock and recognition. "We have to go, now…" Moody murmured, also unable to look away from the bushy strands. As Tonks rushed to find the Minister of Magic, Lupin and Moody both grabbed one of Harry's arms and apparated quickly from the scene. When they reached their destination, Moody quickly ran to find Professor Dumbledore as Remus put his arms around Harry's quaking shoulders.

"She can't be gone……"

Ooooh! Next chapter in a day or two.

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