Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line and any new characters and/or places that may pop up (there are QUITE a few...)

Pairing(s): Ron/Hermonie, and others...don't know yet.

Comments:This was my first attempt at and Harry Potter fanfiction...I tend to obsess slightly. Please review with any positive or negative comments I appreciate any and all reviews. ALSO: the part between the are actually quotes from the Order of the Phoenix I got our copy and typed it straight out. The part with the pig is the Order's threat coming into effect...indirectly...sorta.

Chapter One: The Kitchen Attacks

Posted on May 2, 2004

Harry Potter opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of this bedroom at number 4 Privet drive. Pale morning sunlight filtered through the window and made patterns on the walls and ceiling of his small room. But Harry didn't notice the designs. He was too busy thinking about the dream he'd just had. He'd been back in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. The day that Sirius died. Harry bit his lip as tears filled his eyes as he thought of his godfather, and of the dream. He'd dreamed of how Sirius had been battling Bellatrix Lestrange laughing as she tried to curse him and he ducked under them. And then his eyes widening as a spell hit him square in the chest and he stumbled back into the veil.

'SIRIUS!' Harry had yelled 'SIRIUS!' he'd started after him but Remus Lupin had held him back.

'There's nothing you can do Harry-'

'Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!'

'It's too late Harry-'

'We can still reach him-' he'd struggled hard and hadn't been able to get free...but in his dream he'd broken free of Lupin's grasp and followed Sirius through the veil, only to wake up breathing hard with tears rolling down his cheeks.

That was 10 minutes ago and Harry was still in bed, not crying now but still greatly upset. It'd been 3 weeks since that day, and every night Harry had the same dream…up to the part where he was held back by Lupin...but tonight it'd gone farther... He'd gone into the veil after Sirius. Harry sighed heavily and sat up. He pulled on a pair of over sized jeans and a t-shirt. Hand me downs from Dudley his giant whale of a cousin. Harry's mind was still on his dream as he walked to his closet and quickly brushed his hair. He stared into the mirror his brilliant green eyes still slightly red and tired looking, his jet black hair sticking every which way. Harry sighed again and then walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Dudley, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were. Harry frowned slightly as he sat down at his place at the table. Uncle Vernon was hidden behind the newspaper, Aunt Petunia was cooking up more bacon, and Dudley was watching the television while stuffing his face w/ bacon. He was still on a diet but Aunt Petunia couldn't stand 'starving' her 'Poor wittle Duddykins'. Harry sat quietly eating his bacon and thinking about his dream and about Sirius.

"Boy!" Harry looked up at his Uncle. "We're going out today" Harry frowned slightly, "We being you Aunt and I. You're to be staying with Ms. Figg next door. And Dudley is going to stay here." Harry sighed and nodded slowly, then frowned slightly. It didn't make much sense that he was to be going to Ms. Figg's house while Dudley stayed home but he didn't say anything. He didn't mind going to Ms. Figg's house any more. Not since last year when he'd found out about her. You see Ms. Figg was a squib, a squib being a non magical person born into a family of witches and wizards. Harry himself was an under aged wizard. He'd just turned 16 today. Harry was a bit upset about this fact. He usually received some sort of present from his best friends Hermonie Granger and Ron Weasley, but he'd had very little if any contact with them all summer. He knew that they couldn't write much in their letters in case they were intercepted but he was still upset.

"BOY!" Uncle Vernon yelled, as if sensing that Harry wasn't paying attention, "Listen too me when I'm talking!"

"Sorry uncle Vernon" Harry muttered

"Yes well Petunia and I are going to a parent/professor conference"

Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked "Did poor wittle Duddykins get into twouble at his big boy's school?" Harry said in a voice normally used for small children. Dudley's face paled and his hands balled into fists as if preparing to hit Harry. He smirked and watched Dudley. Dudley frowned at Harry's lack of fear and slowly dropped his hand.

Uncle Vernon was livid "Who do you think you are?" he roared.

Harry looked at him and raised an eyebrow "I do believe that I'm Harry James Potter...who do you think you are?" Uncle Vernon's face turned an ugly puce color then he raised his had and slapped Harry. Harry flinched and touched his cheek then frowned and turned back to hid breakfast. Uncle Vernon went to take a sip of coffee and the cup over turned itself and spilled into his lap. Then the plates and glasses all started floating and attacking uncle Vernon.

"Uh oh..." Harry said softly as he watched Vernon being attacked but various kitchen wear. He looked up at a startled shriek from Aunt Petunia and saw that she was being beaten by a spatula. Then all of a sudden, the bacon starting flying all over the room and formed in the shape of a pig and started chasing Dudley around, while Dudley was holding his buttocks very tightly, and squealing much like a pig.

Harry started laughing as he watched Dudley run from the bacon-pig and squeal as well as Uncle Vernon trying to avoid any serious injury from the kitchen ware. Harry shook his head and then calmly got up and walked up to his room.