A/N - It has been forever since I last posted on here but I have had this idea for a fanfic for ages and finally started writing it. The first chapter is shorter than the rest but ended well where it does. Enjoy! (and please review)

Harry woke up early in the morning. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day as the sun was already shinning through the thin curtains. He turned onto his back and sighed contently. He never felt more at home then when he was at The Burrow, well maybe at Hogwarts as well but the future of Hogwarts looked anything but certain. Today was Bill and Fleur's wedding and since arriving at The Burrow two weeks ago, Harry and Hermione had been kept busy by the Weasley clan with still the exception of Percy. In two days time he was to return to Privet Drive, as Professor Dumbledore had instructed him to do so before his seventeenth birthday. Harry felt his stomach sink as he thought about returning to Privet Drive and the late headmaster. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something different and his thoughts immediately turned to a certain redhead, Ginny. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought about her. They had both come to the decision to cool off their relationship for the time being but were still firm friends and Harry longed for the time when they could really explore their relationship without any threat of repercussions.

Harry was nearly dozing off again when he heard a sound coming from downstairs. Thinking that it was still too early for anyone to wake up, Harry reached for his wand which was lying on the table beside his bed and walked quickly out of the bedroom. He nearly ran down the stairs but realised that he should be as quiet as possible to prevent detection from whoever or whatever was downstairs and slowed down. He heard another sound as he reached the bottom step, it sounded like someone rusting and it was coming from the kitchen. Harry felt his heart racing as he reached for the door handle. With his wand at the ready he turned the handle and walked into the kitchen.

At first glance the kitchen appeared to be completely empty. Slightly bemused Harry rubbed the sleep out his eyes and looked at the table which was laid out for breakfast and something moved on the table. Harry moved closer slowly and saw for the first time a small owl eating from one of the bowls of cereal. He sat down carefully on one of the chairs to ensure that owl was not alarmed by his sudden appearance.

'Hello, where did you come from?' Harry whispered softly. The small owl looked up when he spoke and walked slowly over, slightly unsure of the situation.

'It's ok, I am not going to hurt you. What have you got there?' Harry asked noticing the owl was carrying a scroll strapped tightly to one of its legs.

The owl puffed out it chest as it seemed to remember what it was here for and proudly lifted up the foot with the scroll on and allowed Harry to remove it. Harry stroked the owl softly and fed it an owl treat from the bowl the Weasley's kept on the windowsill. The owl seemed content now that it achieved its mission and once it had finished the owl treat flew to the open window. Harry stood up and watched the owl fly away into the distance before picking up the scroll and looking at it more closely. To his surprise the scroll was addressed to him, this was surprising as everybody who cared about him was already at The Burrow in anticipation of the wedding and were probably still fast asleep in their beds. The Burrow was bursting at the seams with wedding guests. Harry absentmindedly stroked the letters of his name. Part of him really wanted to just open the scroll but past experience of letters from unknown senders had made him cautious. He placed the scroll back on the table and cleared the mess that the owl had made. When the room was looking exactly as Mrs. Weasley had left it late last night, Harry sat down at the table again and stared at the scroll.

Five minutes later he was no nearer to braving the opening of the letter. He heard sounds coming from upstairs and realised that people were beginning to wake up and before long he would be thrown into the chaos that was the Weasley family preparing for the wedding. He took the scroll and convincing himself that it felt like just parchment and opened it carefully.

Dear Mr. Potter,

This letter may seem a little strange but please bear with it. I have some information regarding the location of one of what you are looking for. My situation makes it difficult for me to owl but if you are willing to take the risk to meet I will give the information to you in person. I don't know how to convince you that this isn't a trick or a trap but it isn't. I am on your side and would give anything for the defeat of Who-must-not-be-named. I will be at Penny's Cafe in Euston Road, London on Monday 20th August from 9am. It is a public place so if I was going to try anything (which I won't be) it would be very risky. I really hope you do come. Please don't try to reply to this owl as I cannot receive messages.

Yours Hopefully

Andie

Harry looked up suddenly as he heard someone coming down the stairs. He quickly gathered up the scroll and headed outside as he wanted privacy for when he re-read the letter. His initial instinct was to ignore the letter as it was just too risky but there was a curious part of him. He wondered how this Andie knew what he was looking for or even that he was looking for something. He knew that he needed to discuss this with Ron and Hermione to see what they thought. He didn't think he would show it to a more adult member of the Order of the Phoenix as he knew what their reaction would be. But discussions would have to wait, not today, no today was Bill and Fleur's wedding and Harry folded the letter up and decided not to try and not think about it for the rest of the day. He stood up and shook off the grass from his pyjama bottoms. He looked back at the house and walked slowly back to it.