A/N: Hi, I am back with a 6th year fic, which (hopefully) is much better than my last fic! I am going to try and stick a little more to JK's original way of writing (or as close as I can personally manage) obviously it will not be as good!!! And I have my own way of writing. I have some things planed (read summary) but apart from that I am going to wing it and see what happens. So I am open at all times to constructive ideas and criticism (no flames please!) so please remember to review.

Summary: Post OotP *SPOILERS! Harry enters his 6th year with a bang when he has a visit from his future self. He also finds he can hear/see inexplicable invisible things. Feat: The Order, an accident, visions, pain, darkness, the hospital wing, and Voldemort has a plan.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Invisible Destiny

Chapter one

Goodbye order

'Knock, knock' came the booming sound reverberating around the large, cold, circular room.

"Come in," Harry's voice was high and cruel.

He turned round to see a death eater levitating a male body in front of him, the man was stunned and wearing yellow robes with the daily prophet logo printed on the front the camera round his neck was swinging around.

"What is this?" Harry said.

"Master I found him trespassing near the entrance, seems someone has tipped him off," came a muffled voice from below a dark hood. After the death eater took a deep bow at Harry's feet.

"NO. We cannot afford a breach in security, not now. We will get all information from him then kill him. Now, wake him up so I can torture him." Harry said.

'Ouch', Harry woke up with a start. He found he was on a bench in the park near privet drive he had been woken by a strange owl which had nipped him quite sharply on the finger, it was carrying a note, he ignored it for a moment checking his watch and swearing, he must have fallen asleep here, now it was way past the time Dudley usually got home.

Harry took the note from the owl and it watched it fly away, he got up and as he started to go home he glanced down at the note.

H,

 What are you doing staying out this late? Go home now, and never stay out this late on your own again.

Figg 

Harry ripped it up and threw it in a passing bin, he felt angry at the note, could he not go anywhere without being watched or told what to do? All the notes over the summer since he returned a week ago had been similar, telling him to be careful, and that he should try to concentrate on worrying about himself. Everyone seemed to talk to him as if he was extremely fragile. Harry was more than sick of it.

By the time Harry reached the Dursleys, he was beyond caring that he was home late. Surprisingly there was no angry Vernon waiting for him, or no threatening note sitting on the side when he got into the house he was starting to think that maybe the Dursleys had taken the little speech they had received at the Kings cross station seriously.

Harry pushed the Dursleys to the back of his mind as he climbed the staircase and made his way to his room. He decided that though he knew that the order were just looking out for him, Harry couldn't help but want to rebel against the new oppressing ruling over his life, anyway he thought to himself if I put up with it now then It will only get worse and the order won't think I care that they are taking over my life.

With this new mindset Harry managed to have a good night sleep for once.

In the morning he awoke smiling, no nightmares or visions, which seemed to plague every sleeping moment lately. He decided there would be no more people watching his every movement, and checking up on him like he is a child. So after getting up and dressing Harry grabbed a quick breakfast before the Dursleys were up so that he could try and escape from the controlling Mrs Figg and co.

He was about to leave when he had a great idea, he turned on the spot and made his way to Dudleys room, once there he removed his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at the sleeping lump with his spare hand he shook Dudley awake.

Dudley awoke and opened his mouth to shout when he spotted the wand pointed directly at his heart, Harry knew in the back of his mind he would never really harm him, but Dudley didn't have to know that.

"What do you want?" Dudley finally spoke staring at the wand in Harry's hands

"Let me borrow your motorbike."

Dudley looked angry for a minute so Harry said, "remember last summer I wasn't afraid to use my wand then, and I am certainly not now."

"Fine, but I'll tell mum and dad the second your gone."

"Unless you fancy turning into a nice big slug, I wouldn't do that."

Dudley shuddered "what do I tell them?"

"Tell them…I did your homework for you so you let me borrow it."

Dudley nodded and Harry then told him he would have to show him how to use it.

Once Dudley had explained (grudgingly) how to use the motorbike he left Harry to it. He hoped Dudley would keep his word, Harry felt a bit bad forcing Dudley to do this, but the thought of Dudley using him as a human punch bag when he was younger somehow made him feel a little better.

As Harry climbed onto the motorbike he felt an odd sense of freedom, the ability to travel anywhere he wanted, it was not nearly as good as travelling on a broomstick, but it was still a great feeling.

After going around the block a few times to get the hang of it Harry stopped at the park. He suddenly had the feeling he was being watched, he knew it was probably one of his 'minders' so he decided to give them a run for their money, and sped down the road and onto the motorway.

After this he kept driving and driving, after a while he reached London and stopped there realising he must have lost them by now, he decided to stop and have a walk around Muggle London.

Harry had a look around an old bookshop so large that Hermione would probably faint if she were to witness the seemingly endless stacks of large dusty books.

After that he went into a few clothes shops and bought some clothes which actually fitted him (lucky he had some cash left in his wallet from the last time he got some Muggle money out) Harry quickly got bored of wandering around Muggle London, and nearly found himself wanting to go into Diagon ally, but the thought of all the stares and whispering made him feel slightly ill.

Harry did not want any attention at the moment not with the death of Sirius so painfully fresh on his mind. He felt angry and upset at the same time whenever he thought of his godfather. He had no idea how long it would go on for, but he figured what he was going through was what he deserved for leading so many people into the trap, and leading to the death of the only father figure he had.

Harry was suddenly and violently interrupted from his masochistic thoughts by someone shouting his name.

"HARRY"

Harry turned around he was standing in the middle of a busy Muggle market, and there was an extremely odd looking man shoving people out of the way shouting his name.

The man was dressed in strange swirly multicoloured dress robes he had a large red hat which he would expect an older woman with no dress sense to wear to a wedding, it had a very large peacock feather sticking up from the top. He honestly looked to Harry as if he was completely insane; his eyes were glazed yet fixed on Harry, who had started to run as fast as he could possibly manage.

Harry hoped he could lose the man in the crowd but the man seemed to be gaining on Harry.

To escape him Harry ran down a side road and tried to remember where he left the motorbike, Harry's heart was beating faster and faster as he hear the foot steps echoing behind him.

Finally Harry ran down a road, which seemed like it was familiar, but as he reached the end his heart almost stopped beating as he saw the wall approaching…it was a dead end.

A/N: let me know what you think, the chapter could have been written better had I not rushed it but I couldn't wait! Remember to review.