Chapter One: Happy Boring Birthday to Me

Harry Potter was stretched out on his bed at number four, Privet Drive. He had just finished his fourth year at Hogwarts. The whole year had been a disaster. First the Tri-Wizard Tournament, then almost losing his best mate, Ron and then having to witness the return of Voldemort in the graveyard. Yeah this past year had been a blasted.

He was staring up at the cracked ceiling. Harry kicked the wall every few moments trying to relieve his boredom. His room was a complete mess. Clothes, books and papers were spread out all over the floor and his Hogwarts trunk lay open in the corner. Harry sighed. He could try and take nap but he was afraid that he would have nightmares about Cedric Diggory death. Oh well perhaps he should read a book.

He sat up from his bed; Harry bent down and dug through the mess. He pulled out a book they looked to be somewhat interesting. He sat back down on the edge of the mattress and opened the book. He began to read but the words began to swim off the page. Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He put them back on and continued to read. He finished the first page and moved on to the second one, but what he seemed to be reading wasn't sticking in his mind.

Harry slammed the book shut and tossed it across the room. He groaned out loud and fell back on to his bed and resumed staring up at the ceiling. He was bored out of his mind; he didn't know what to do. It was his 15th birthday today. He was supposed to be having the time of his life but no, he was locked in his room in an empty house. The Dursley had gone out somewhere and once again they had left him at home with nothing to do.

"What can I do to keep myself occupied for next few hours?" Harry through to himself.

He racked his brain and thought about all the different possibles.

Clean my room (not going to happen)

Read (tried that)

Stare up at the ceiling all day (doing that right now)

Take a nap (can't do that I'll have nightmares)

Write a letter to Ron and Hermione (yeah that actually sounds good)

Harry smiled to himself and headed over to sit at his desk. He took out a white sheet of crispy paper from his desk drawer. He pulled open his bottle of ink and began to write.

Dear. Ron and Hermione

How has your summer been going? Mine has been so boring thus far. I've been locked up in my room the whole time since I arrived here. The Dursley have been going out almost every day just leaving me here alone. Well I guess I get to have peace and quiet for the summer. Anyways have you heard any news in the Daily Prophet? If you could tell me anything that would be much appreciated.

Love Harry

Harry looked down at his letter and saw how short it was. He must be suffering from serious boredom if he couldn't think of anything say to fill up a whole page. He leaned back against his chair and tried to think of something more to write but nothing came to him. He gave up and rolled up the paper and placed it on the side of his desk.

Harry glanced over at the clock; it had taken all of five minutes to write the letter. Well he was back to square one. He decided to clean his room next, which should take up some more time. He stood up from his chair and leaned down to pick up his book when he heard footsteps downstairs.

Harry froze and listened intently. He hadn't heard a car pull up in a driveway, nor the Dursley loud chatter coming in the house. Then it hit him someone was in the house and it wasn't the Dursley. He didn't know what to do. Should he run? No he didn't have any place to go. Should he stun them with a spell? No magic outside of school. Footsteps crept up the stairs and headed towards his room. Harry made a mad dash and hid behind his door.

He heard the door knob being turned and watched the door slowly creak open. Harry stood behind it and held his breath trying not to alert the person of his presents. The person moved into the room and stopped in the middle of the floor. Harry peeked around the corner and saw the person had his back to him. The mystery person was a man. He appeared to be old and had long white hair down his back. He was wearing brown shorts exposing his sinewy tan legs. He also had a bright Hawaiian shirt on.

"Harry, I know you're here you can come out of hiding now" the familiar voice spoke.

Harry timidly came out from behind the door. The man turned around and faced him. Harry was quite shocked at who stood before him.

"Professor Dumbledore, what are you doing here?"

Dumbledore smiled down at the boy and cheerfully answered. "Now, Harry is that anyway to welcome a guess to your home."

Harry was slightly confused. "Um, how are you professor? Welcome to my room."

Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head. "Much better lad, now how have you been?"

"Fine sir." Harry stared at his Headmaster for a few moments unsure what to say.

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Professor, what are you doing here?" Harry repeated his earlier inquiry.

"I've come to take you away from here for the summer."

Harry blinked his eyes a couple of times trying clear his head. Had he heard the Headmaster right? "Your taking me away from here?"

"Yes, you'll be coming along with me for the reminder of the summer, were going to Lima Peru."

"Peru?"

"Yes Harry, Peru."

"Why?"

Dumbledore ran his hand down his long white beard. "Will be going on a little adventure."

Harry raised an eyebrow and gave the Headmaster a curious look. "I'll explain more when we get there."

Harry nodded but continued to stand there in the middle of the room, staring up at Dumbledore. "Perhaps you should begin packing your things," Dumbledore suggested.

Harry snapped out of his trance and proceeded grab the closes items. "Remember we won't be coming back here so pack well." Dumbledore turned to leave but he stopped at the doorway. "When your done I'll be waiting downstairs.

Harry finished up packing his things as quickly as possible. He even tidy up his room when he was done with his packing. He grabbed Hedwig's cage in one hand and in the other his heavy trunk.

Harry met the professor in the kitchen. Dumbledore was standing in front of the stove studying it with fascination written on his face. Dumbledore reached out a hand and carefully turned the black dial. He jumped back startled when the fire popped out of the stove.

"Professor?" Harry said.

Dumbledore wheeled around and saw Harry standing there with his owl and trunk. "Ah I see you've gotten everything you need?"

"Yes sir."

"Good."

"Um, professor what were you doing with stove?"

Dumbledore looked behind him. "It caught my eye. What is this muggle device used for?"

"It's called a stove professor; you cook and warm food with it."

"Oh."

Harry walked over to the stove and turned the fire off. "Should we be off professor?"

"Yes I think we should, but first I think you should let your owl out so she can meet us at our destination."

Harry took Hedwig out of her cage and she immediately flew out the open kitchen window. Dumbledore walked over to Harry's trunk, shrunk it and placed it in his short's pocket. He turned back to Harry and held out a wrinkled hand.

"Take my arm."

Harry stepped forward and took the Headmaster's arm. Harry felt a tug by his navel and the room disappeared. A moment later they reappeared in an alleyway. The first thing Harry notice was how hot the place was. He looked up at the blue sky; there wasn't a cloud up there. By the position of the sun it would be dark in a few hours.

With even taking a glance at his surroundings Dumbledore led Harry out of the alleyway and into the business streets. From the looks of things it seemed they were in the old section of the city. The buildings were old and the many streets were made of cobble stones. They were in some type of market place with people buying and selling a variety of items.

Harry stayed closed to the Headmaster so he wouldn't get lost. Dumbledore led him up the street toward an ancient white and brown building. It had dozens of windows and balconies. It resembled and old hotel. Dumbledore open the door and led him inside. They walked up a rickety staircase.

Harry followed Dumbledore up the stairs and to the fifth floor. They walked down a narrow hallway with dozens of individual doorways on both sides. The Headmaster escorted Harry to one of the doors down at the end of the hall. He finally stopped at one and pulled out an old rusty key from his pocket. He inserted the key and pushed the door open. Dumbledore stood back and allowed Harry to step in first.

The room was rather large. With two beds, a desk and a TV against the wall. There was another door that was in the room. Harry assumed that led to the bathroom. Plus there was another window door that led out to a balcony. Dumbledore closed the door behind them. He fished in his pockets and pulled out Harry trunk. He re-enlarged it and set it at the foot of the bed that was the closes to the door.

"Thank you sir."

Harry sat down on the bed and stared at his tennis shoes unsure what he was supposed to be doing now. Dumbledore sat down next to Harry.

"I'll explain everything to you when my other guest gets arrives," Dumbledore stated.

"Other guest?"

"Yes, it will be more than you and I on this trip. I have also invited—"Dumbledore stop speaking when he heard footsteps right outside the door. A pair of keys jingled as the door handle turned and the door flew open.

Harry glanced up at the person who stepped inside. His face immediately turned pale as he saw who it was.

"Severus, how good of you to make it back" Dumbledore greeted the man.

Snape nodded and turned to the boy sitting on the bed glaring at him.

"Potter" he said in a sarcastic voice.

Harry simply stared back at his most hated teacher. "Not Snape, anyone but the greasy bat of the dungeons" Harry thought to himself.

Snape looked at him and smirked. At that moment, Harry knew he was going to be in for a horrible summer.