Author's Note

Hi everyone!

For those who've read this story: This is the new version of "Harry and the Return of the Heir of Slytherin" it's been revised and changed around a bit, please don't give any secrets away in your reviews. I gave up trying to salvage the last version, it wasn't going the way I wanted.

To those who are new: I hope you like this story, and if it seems slow to begin with I promise it will pick up.

Please read and review

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it belongs to JK Rowling.

Prolog

            Harry waited patiently in the kitchen at number 4-waited for the members to come to get him as they did last year.  His raced a little at the prospect of not spending the rest of the summer with the Dursley's, but on the other hand he felt very tense about returning to headquarters.  He knew that the old house would never be the same, not without Sirius.  Harry felt a stab of guilt and loss at the memory of his godfather, but he did not cry. No, those tears had long since been shed in endless nights of dreams that left Harry shaking.  It isn't your fault, everyone kept telling him that, telling him that Sirius would have wanted to go in battle, but how many truly meant it?  As the thought crossed his mind the door to the backyard opened noiselessly and the worn and tired face of Remus Lupin appeared in the door way.  Again Harry felt the horrible stab of guilt.  It didn't matter what anyone else said, to him it was entirely his fault.  And again he wondered as he had so many times before, if Lupin blamed him for the death.   It was a few minute before either of them spoke.

"Hello Harry." 

"Hello Professor Lupin."  This all seemed so formal.  Another wizard came in, collected his trunk, and Hedwig, and proceeded to bewitch them so that they fit in his pocket.

"Do you have everything Harry?"

"Yes, I'm all set." 

"Then we should get going," said Lupin. Harry followed him out onto the lawn and found that there was no wizard guard to escort him to the old house.  There were only a few wizards, amongst them the Weasley twins.

"Hi Harry."

"Hi Harry.

"Hi, Fred, George."  There was an uncomfortable silence after that. Both twins wanted to comfort Harry, yet neither knew what to say. 

"Come along. Got yer stuff, let's get going," said a gruff voice that Harry knew to belong to Alastor Moody. Harry nodded.

"It's almost time," said Lupin coming back from the house.  From under his cloak he produced the tea pot that Harry had used more than once the previous year.  The small group gathered around the tea pot, and without a glance back at the Dursley's Harry felt a jerking behind his naval and soon the world fell away.