Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor anyone from scholastic or the other companies. I am only borrowing her characters for my own benefit. ****************************************************
The dawn outside number 4 Privet Drive was just beginning to show. The entire neighborhood was quiet, which was to be
expected in a normal area. The only problem was, that this normal neighborhood held a secret, a secret that
most of the inhabitants of Privet Drive didn't know about.
Vernon and Petunia Dursley were what appeared to be, a model family. A successful business man in Grunnings Drill company, Vernon Dursley was a big beefy man who kept a spotless lawn, Petunia, a tall, skinny woman, with dirty blonde hair, and a long neck, which she used to spy on the neighbors, had a son Dudley, or Dinkyduddums, he would knock you out if you said that around his friends. It was in this house where the secret was hidden, a boy named Harry Potter.
To those who didn't know him he was a normal 16 year old boy, only a little on the scrawny side. Those who did know him knew of his secret, he was a wizard, a powerful wizard, one who wasn't even normal in the wizarding world. Harry had just completed his fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this was also his fifth time he met up with the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort. It was because of Lord Voldemort that Harry lived with his aunt and uncle. When he had only been a year old, Voldemort attacked his parents and murdered them, only then to turn his wand on Harry. It was Lily, Harry's mother, who saved him. Her willing sacrifice of life to save Harry protected him with an ancient magic that caused Voldemort's spell to backfire onto himself. He fled, only a ghost of what he had been.
Harry had encountered Voldemort four times since he began at Hogwarts, and in his fourth year he witnessed him returning to full strength. He had went an entire year with no one believing that Voldemort was alive, the entire wizarding community turned their backs on him, calling him a liar. Only last June Harry had met Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, where he witnessed Bellatrix Lestrange murdering his godfather, Dumbledore and the other members of the Order had came to his aid but Voldemort fled, only not before members have the ministry had seen him.
Now, the boy Harry Potter lay in bed watching the sun rise over the roofs in Privet Drive. He had stopped sleeping because he had been having nightmares almost every night, every one of them showing his godfather falling through the veil of mysteries in the department of mysteries. Harry blamed himself for his godfather's death, but not completely, he also blamed Professor Dumbledore.
Dark circles were gathered under his intense green eyes as he fought off the drooping of his eyelids. He couldn't
watch Sirius fall through the veil again, it was far to painful. He heard his uncle Vernon give a large grunt and heard
a bed squeak, this meant that he was getting up to go to work. Harry didn't want to face his uncle so he jumped out
of bed, dressed quickly and sprinted out of the front door before anyone could stop him.
He walked down the damp sidewalk of Privet drive and watched as his neighbors gathered their morning papers in their
dressing gowns and even went outside to turn on their sprinklers. He walked around the neighborhood and stopped at the
broken down playground that his cousin Dudley, and his gang had destroyed the year before.
This was how Harry spent his days, walking an thinking, he even searched in garbage bins for old newspapers that would give any sign of what Voldemort was up to. He felt like he held the world on his shoulders, and in a way he did. Only a month before he had been informed of the prophecy that was made before he was born.
The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches... Born to those
who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the Dark Lord
will mark him as his equal, But he will have power that the Dark Lord knows not....
And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other
survives...The one with the power to vanquish that Dark Lord will be born
as the seventh month dies....
Harry could still see his bug eyed professor revolving around Professor Dumbledore's office as she spoke. He had learned that day that he either had to kill or be killed, the law of the jungle. His thoughts took him to the pile of letters that lay unopened on his desk in his room. All of them had been from his best friends Ron and Hermione, whom had risked their lives along side him in the department of mysteries. He just didn't have the nerve to write them back, lying to them and telling them that he was fine. The truth was he felt like he was falling apart. No one knew of the prophecy except him, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Trelawney, he hadn't told Ron and Hermione about it yet.
Harry's stomach gave a large growl, he had completely forgotten about eating, something that hadn't been a top priority to him lately. He realized he had been walking for a few hours and it was around noon. As he neared his house he saw the bushes in his front lawn tremble, as if someone had just walked through them. Harry's hand instinctively reached for his wand in his back pocket, he pulled it out and pointed it at the bush, a voice came from no where.
"Harry, don't you think you have been threatened with expulsion enough times to know not to do magic outside of school."
Harry knew that voice. "Remus?" he managed to croak out.
In the very spot where the bushes had moved, Remus Lupin materialized out of thin air. "All right Harry?" He asked him.
"All right," he lied. "What are you doing here?"
"Keeping an eye on you of course. Only today I am taking you back home, so why don't you run inside and grab your things. I already have a portkey set up, thanks to Professor Dumbledore." Remus Lupin smiled at him as Harry bolted through the front doors and up to his bedroom.
He hadn't even bothered unpacking after he returned home from school the previous term, he knew they would be taking him away soon enough. His school books that had been thrown all over the floor were eventually packed tight inside his rather large trunk. Harry grabbed his trunk and his most prized possession, his firebolt, a gift from Sirius, and he started down the stairs. Remus stood at the bottom talking calmly to his aunt Petunia. Harry heard him tell her something about him returning the next summer, Harry hoped to god he didn't have to, after he muttered a struggled "see you" he walked out the front door. Remus stepped out behind him and showed him an old boot.
"Harry this is the portkey, we've got about .........30 seconds. Right then, now just touch it and we will be off."
It only took a couple of seconds but right after Harry touched the old boot he felt the familiar tug behind his navel and soon felt his feet hit solid ground. Immediately his vision was blocked by a bunch of bushy brown hair, which he recognized as his friend Hermione's. After squeezing him to death for a moment she backed away. Then Harry spotted his tall gangly friend Ron Weasley, who seemed to have grown a few more inches over the summer. He was now at least a full four inches taller than Harry. Ron held his hand out to Harry.
"All right there mate?" Harry grabbed his hand and gave a weak smile. He barely smiled anymore, nothing seemed to want to make the corner of his jaws twitch in that way. Out of the corner of his eye his saw a flash of dark red hair before he was attacked again, this time by Ron's younger sister Ginny. She hugged Harry tightly and gave him a kiss on the cheek that made both of them blush, before pulling away.
By the time he had been greeted by everyone Harry's stomach was rumbling very loudly and Ron was trying to suppress his laughter as they walked toward the kitchen. There he saw that Mrs. Weasley had created a very lavish lunch for them all, welcoming Harry back. His memories of his godfather came back full force at that moment, he didn't want to be there, he hated Grimmauld Place.
Hermione seemed to notice that Harry tensed up as he looked around. She knew that he wouldn't be happy there, he had just lost his godfather, the only father figure he had ever had. She walked up to Harry and put her arms around him and whispered in his ear.
"Harry, it's ok. He would want you to move on, I know it's hard but you have to try."
Harry turned to her with his deep green eyes and smiled, her heart melted. "I know Hermione, I just don't know if I can do it."
He sat down beside Hermione and Ron and saw everyone looking at him apprehensively. "Don't worry, I'm not
going to yell at anyone..... yet." He smiled at them.
Hermione quickly darted out of the kitchen and was only gone for a few moments. She ran back in holding something in
her hands and she gave it to Harry. "Harry I found this last term.... er... after you had broken it. I repaired
it. I hope you don't mind." It was the mirror that Sirius had given him the year before.
Harry looked down into the mirror and saw his own pitiful reflection staring back at him. "Thanks Hermione, but I don't need it anymore. Sirius...he's gone." Harry laid the mirror down on the table and began eating, he had forgotten how good food could taste.
After he ate and told everyone how boring it was at the Dursley's that summer, Mrs. Weasley brought in a birthday cake and they sang Happy Birthday to him. He hadn't expected it at all, he had even forgotten his own birthday. As he blew out the candles he made a wish.
I wish I could talk to Sirius.....
He blew the candles out and ate cake with the rest of them. Everyone had a birthday present for him, his favorite was the foe glass that Professor Dumbledore had given him. On the back it said, Property of James Potter.
After the small party Harry was exhausted, he gathered all his presents and the mirror from Sirius and took them to his room he shared with Ron. After he put everything away except the mirror, he crawled onto the bed and stared into the small mirror thinking how badly he wanted to see Sirius.
"Sirius Black!" He had said before he could stop himself.
It happened in a matter of seconds, a flash of dark hair and Sirius' grey eyes looking up at him. He could faintly hear Sirius' voice calling to him......
"Harry....I'm here."
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