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Claimer: Some of the characters in this fic, belong to my friend Ning and myself and are origionally from our Manga.

A/N: This is my first fic, and Grammer is not my strong point. But I have done my best, and is proof read. So everything should be, whats the word I'm looking for. I'm just going to go ahead and say "Normal". All though to me, normal is not in my dicitionary. (I crossed it out)

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Chapter One: The Mysteries Begin

Number 4 Privet Drive, if you were to look at it, you would think everything and everyone within the house, and surrounding neighborhood was as normal as could be. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley liked to think of themselves as normal, but they were far from normal. Sure, they had a 'normal' family, if that's what you would like to call it. Mr. Dursley was a big, beefy man with a very large mustache and hardly any neck. He was the director of Grunnings, which made drills. His wife Mrs. Dursley was much the opposite of Mr. Dursley. She was thin and had blonde hair and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck. They had a son, whom in their eyes, was the perfect, most normal little boy in the universe. If you were to look around Number 4 Privet Drive, you would see no trace of another boy. But looks are deceiving... For in the smallest bedroom, lived a boy, this was not just any boy though. This was Harry Potter, who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Yes, Harry Potter was a wizard, and a powerful one at that, though he did not know it yet. Only one knew his true power, well two if you count Professor Trelawney. But she does not remember her last predictions. Albus Dumbledore, the man responsible for leaving Harry with the Dursley's, the only other person who knew Harry's true Power, that we know of...

Harry lay awake in his, many things on is mind. His O.W.L. results, why his friends weren't writing to him, not even his O.W.L Results or Hogwarts letter the last time he had seen everyone was at King's Cross. He knew there was an order member lurking outside the window, or somewhere. But Harry knew they wouldn't show themselves. And if he did see them they would make up some excuse about why they couldn't talk, "Dumbledore's Orders" or "Sorry, But my shift is over..." and Harry's favorite, "Sorry Harry cant tell you anything here, unsafe, we're trying to get you out of here" But it had been 3 weeks and no sign of anyone.

At that moment 2 owls flew in, one he recognized as his Hedwig, the Snowy white owl that Hagrid had bought him for his 11th birthday. The other was a large, brown, barn owl. Harry jumped to his feet.

"Hedwig!" He gasped, careful not to say it too loudly, in case Vernon was to wake up. Hedwig fluttered onto Harry's bed along with the other owl, had the Hogwarts Letter. "Ah Finally! Some communication from the outside world!"

He untied the letter from Hedwig's leg, and the Hogwarts letter. He opened Hedwig's first:

Dear Harry,

We know you feel cut off, Tonks said she head you talking to yourself the other day. Don't bother asking Ron or anyone else about what's going on at headquarters, because we've forbid them about telling you anything. Nice try though Harry, we've got to give you credit. Dumbledore says that we are to come and get you; Moody has forbid me to tell you when and where in case this letter gets intercepted....

"What's with the whole 'can't tell you what's happening in case this letter getting intercepted?!' Harry said groaned.

Harry, you're probably aggravated, but you can't neglect writing to us. It's the only way we know that your alive, let alone your aunt. Well, everyone else wants to write a bit, so hope you're doing well... And just a heads up, Moody is going to give you a lecture or something. Remus

Hi there mate! Sorry about this whole mess... You don't know how bad I want to tell you what's going, on but they're making Hermione and I write to you between mum and Remus, so we don't give out any 'important'... Moody has been grouchy about you not writing every 3 days... and that's been a living hell... Can't wait to see you Harry! Ron

Hello Harry, how are you? I really hope you are ok, even if you do get this letter, and don't write back. Which I wouldn't blame you if you didn't write back; it's been very grim around here without Sirius. Everyone misses him, we hardly see Remus, and he spends the majority of his time up in Sirius's old room. Dumbledore sent Kreacher to Hogwarts. We don't know if he'll stay there but we've got Dobby to help him become more social. Harry we're going to get you out of there. Fred and George said they'd come pick you up themselves, but Mrs.Weasley said it was just out of the question. Well stay safe, and we'll talk more when you get here. With love, Hermione.

Harry Dear, you really had us worried, if we hadn't had Order members keeping an eye on you, we would've thought he got to you.... You really should write more. At least once every three days... Molly Weasley.

Ah, Harry, Don't mind Molly, she is just a bit paranoid... Hope your well, had to fight with Molly to get the letter from her, she was about to burn wholes in it if you catch my drift... We'll talk when you get here. Arthur Weasley

Hi There Harry heard you talking to yourself last night, and the night before, oh! And the night before that... You all right? If you don't want to talk about it, I understand... When I found out, well, you know... I was crushed. My only cousin left, unless you want to count that, well, do we really need to mention her? Sirius was the only family member that I could relate with and he was the closest thing to a father you had... If you ever want to talk, you have my ear... Tonks.

Harry looked up from the letter; a single tear ran down his cheek. At least he had someone else that finally understood him; he went back to reading the letter.

Harry, I know I haven't treated you the way I should've, when Dumbledore told me what he told you about in his office, how you reacted, by smashing all of his possessions... I did some thinking since the Department of Mysteries incident. You are not your father; he might have been an arrogant fool. But that's no reason to believe that you are one also... you have your father in you, and I guess that's why I thought I hated you, the truth is, I hated your father's memory. I am very sorry about Sirius, and if you thought I didn't take you serious about Voldemort having Sirius. Sirius and I were never on the best of terms... At school, or at headquarters. And now I regret ever bad-mouthing him and miss-treating you for no reason in class. Along with the other houses... That's why I am going to allow you to take my N.E.W.T course. And I believe enclosed with this letter is a letter from Moody...

Professor S. Snape

Harry sat shell-shocked, sitting on his bed. Thoughts were racing through his mind, he kept re-reading Snape's little message over and over, "How could that have been Snape? He has hated me since I first saw him at the Sorting Ceremony in first year" He Thought. Harry went to grab Moody's letter, when Harry groaned. How was he going to open a Howler at 3 the morning, and if he waited till morning, it would be worse. He mine as well get it over with now, and if anything he could always write back to the Order saying the Dursley's want to kill him for opening the Howler. Harry slowly opened the Howler; Luckily I wasn't that loud, at least Mrs.Weasley's was louder back in second year.

HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT IN BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING! YOU-KNOW-WHO COULD'VE GOTTEN YOU FOR ALL WE KNOW. AND OU COULD HAVE BEEN DEAD! YOU BETTER EXPECT THE LONGEST LECTURE WHEN YOU ARRIVE HERE... I'M WARNING YOU POTTER. CONSTANT VIGALANCE! I'M WARNING YOU POTTER, IF YOU DON'T WRITE TO US WITHIN THE NEXT THREE DAYS, WE'LL MAKE SURE YOU STAY WHERE YOU ARE AND SEND A LETTER TO THE DURSLEYS TELLING THEM TO LOCK YOU IN THAT ROOM OF YOURS!

The howler burst into flames and disintegrated. Harry listened carefully for any sign of movement outside his room, just a he thought the coast was clear, he heard someone walking straight towards his room, the footsteps were getting closer, and all Harry could do was stare out the door. The foot steps stopped and the door handle began to rattle, Harry took out his wand and pointed it at the door, as the door opened, Dudley came in.

"Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" Dudley whispered loudly.

Harry lowered his wand, "What do you want?!" Harry asked defensively.

"Fine let me just go tell dad the truth about that letter that went off" Dudley replied as he moved towards the door. Harry jumped at him.

"Ok, Ok, I just thought my room was, what's the word now? 'abnormal'" Harry said mockingly. "No, I just heard the howler and walked out just as dad was coming out." Dudley replied just as Harry groaned. "Relax, I told him I left the TV on, and I was going to turn it off"

Harry looked up with a confused look on his face, "Why? I thought you hated me?"

Dudley laughed, "I never hated you, More like jealous..."

"Why would you be jealous of me?! Your parents are so proud of there little 'Diddy-kins' why would you want to be me?" he asked.

"Why wouldn't I want to be you? You get to use magic, and, and you have friends who like you for who you are, not because they are afraid of you" Dudley said as he frowned.

For the first time Harry had felt sorry for Dudley. "But, I only have a few who like me for who I am, the rest want to be friends with me because of my scar... or they just hate me, like the Slytherins and Sna -" Harry started to say Snape, but just as he remembered Snape's message. Dudley took the letter from Harry's hand and read it; Dudley could only stare at Harry.

"Sounds to me that, there are a great deal of people that care about you" Dudley said handing the letter back to Harry. "To worry about you so much, above everyone else –"But Harry cut him off.

"Did your mum ever tell you why they worry about your mum and me so much?" Harry asked as Dudley shook his head "Then let me fill you in a bit. The only person that can kill Voldemort is me, the only reason I stay here during the summer, the only reason that Voldemort hasn't come busting in here to kill me, is because of my mother's blood, her blood runs through your mum's blood. So as long as your mum is here, Voldemort won't come and get us."

Dudley was still staring at Harry. "Well I um, better get back to bed" Dudley finally said, and at that he walked out of the room, and back into his own. Harry had completely forgotten about the letter from Hogwarts. He walked over to his bed and picked it up, then opened it.

Dear Mr. Potter, we are sorry, but due to certain circumstance, we can not mail you your O.W.L. Results. I have sent the Weasleys your Hogwarts letter and O.W.L. results. Seeing that you will be going to stay with them sometime during the next few weeks. Enjoy the rest of your summer vacation.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"Jeez! I can't get anything can I? Oh well at least I know that I'm finally leaving." Harry thought, laying down his bed, and drifting off into sleep.

Harry was walking along a white corridor, when he came to a golden door, with a giant lightning bolt in the middle, surrounded by strange symbols that he didn't recognize. He took his index finger and ran it along the lightning bolt out of fascination, when suddenly, the door opened. And he saw another white room, with the same gold writing all over the walls. In the middle there were two cloaked figures in the middle of the podium, looking at something on a Golden stand in the middle. Harry walked closer, "Excuse me" he said quietly. But there was no answer, at least Directly to him. The cloaked figures were now chanting in some language that Harry did not understand. Thinking they had not heard him he spoke louder. "Um Excuse me! Did you hear me? What is this place?!" Only one had turned around this time, but the cloaked figures kept chanting. The one that had turned around took her index and middle finger, and touched Harry's scar.

"HARRY!" Yelled the familiar voice of Uncle Vernon. "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Harry scrambled out of bed. His scar was burning; he vaguely remembered having a dream about two figures that were in pure white cloaks. One of them had touched his scar, and it had burned, as if Voldemort was near, but he couldn't be. Should he write to Dumbledore? Or maybe those Cloaked Figures had to do with Voldemort. But it couldn't be... Could it?

"HARRY! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! ONE OF THE FREAKS IS ON THE PHONE!" Vernon yelled again. As Harry jumped, he opened the door and ran downstairs, walking into the kitchen as Vernon handed him the phone. "Hello?" Harry said. But what he heard completely shocked him.

A/N: Don't you just love cliffhangers Reviews are always nice