Chapter One

Harry woke up from his deep sleep. It had been a almost a month since he left Hogwarts and returned to the Dursleys for the last time. Harry once again had the same nightmare that had been haunting him. Dumpledors cold emotionless face on the on the cold steps with Harry trapped against the wall unable to help him. If only this had been a dream if only it hadn't come true. Then he could return to Hogwarts in September and be normal for a little while longer. The truth was that it wasn't a dream. It seems that things he cares for most in the world seem to leave him. How much longer did he have to wait in this hellhole? All he wanted to do was leave his aunt and uncles house and find Voldemort and kill him or be killed.

The only comfort he got was from Ron and Hermione. No matter what they promised that they would go with him to whatever end. He was angry yet happy that they showed so much love towards him. This should have been a time where Harry could rejoice he was about to turn seventeen and a legal wizard. A thundering roar of his name interrupted Harry's angry thoughts.

"HARRY! What have we told you about mail from those freaks at school!" Uncle Vernon boomed.

I had better get down there before he explodes… But who would send me owl post other than Hermione and Ron.

As Harry entered the kitchen he look from his Aunt to his Uncle. They looked at him with piercing judgmental eyes. Dudley sat at the table in his over sized chair for his over sized bottom looking smug knowing that Harry would be in trouble.

"What is it I'm being blamed for this time" Harry said in a expressionless tone.

"The fact that your freak friends are sending you post to our kitchen" Uncle Vernon was swelling in size.

"They aren't freaks just because they are wizards"

"No mostly because they are your friends" Dudley chimed in but soon regretted it because Harry gave him a stare that threatened the use of magic on him"

"Now, now Duders" Uncle Vernon's voice changed when talking to Dudley. " What should I do with the letter. I bet its nothing important."

"I have no idea who its from and you had better give it to me"

"And what if I don…" It was to late Harry took three long strides and whipped the letter from his uncles grubby hands. Then ran up stairs to his room and locked the door.

The letter was unlike any letter Harry had seen before. Not that it was shaped differently. But it looked somehow different.

To Harry Potter

This was all it had on the front. Who could have sent this? It could be dangerous to open a trick from Voldemort or one of his followers. Why wouldn't they want him to know they're name? What if this letter is important though? Harry had thought long enough about this matter and decided to open it. Harry carefully opened the letter.

To: Harry Potter

This is not a letter of well being although I am interested to know if you are well. The death of Albus Dumpledor has brought a great cloud of grief on myself. I have orders from him to help you in whatever way possible. Honoring my word I send you this letter to ask of you to come to me so I can help you. Your friends Hermione and Ron are welcome to come. Dumpledor had informed me that you three are almost inseparable. If you agree to my help and Dumpledors wishes you will send a post back in three days say so and I will then give you further directions. An owl will appear sent your reply with it

Sincerely

R.A.B

Can this be the same R.A.B that took the Horcrux?