Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, we all well know that mastermind behind him...

Well... this is my first fanfic, I have it on another site, but it's not doing to great. SO I put it on here! It is jsut a guess or summat as to what could happen in the 7th book.

Now Enjoy :)

A deep fog hung over Privet Drive; unusual weather for England in June. The headmaster's death had struck the magical world like a bomb, and it seemed as if the sun would never shine again after his funeral. People no longer tried to ignore the fact that Lord Voldemort had come back into the world. Fear had come to fill most everyone, in some little way or form. Stores were boarded up, people rarely left home, and the happiness and joy of life seemed to leave everywhere.

A man sat behind his bedroom window gazing out into the hazy street with a look of concern in his eyes. His matted black hair had grown out covering his eyes, and he looked as if he hadn't eaten anything in weeks. Harry Potter hadn't been a boy since the death of Dumbledore, and it seemed to almost suck a little life from him too. If one had seen him they would think he was at peace and very calm, but inside Harry was bursting with thoughts and theories. "The cup, the locket, something of Gryfindor's or Ravenclaw's, and the snake," the words that had been haunting Harry since Dumbldore had spoken to him about the Horcruxes.

It was silent in dark bedroom and was quite cold. Harry's trunk hadn't been unpacked since he left from school, but he knew he wouldn't be at the Dursley's long so there was no point to it. A letter lay by his hand from Lupin that he had received earlier that afternoon.

Harry,

I know that you will be going to be doing something for Dumbledore but please, if you ever need any help just tell me. I know that you will keep quiet about what exactly you are doing, but remember we are here for you. I wish you, Ron and Hermione luck. I will see you all at the wedding.

Remus Lupin

P.S. Gently tell Mrs. Weasley that you three won't be returning to Hogwarts even if it reopens. She's an emotional wreck due to the wedding and such.

Harry hoped that the wedding would help bring everyone's spirits up, but he knew it wouldn't take away the pain that he was feeling. And he would also have to face Ginny, the young woman who had captured his heart. He didn't really know what to do when he saw her. But Harry would worry about that when he got there.

The door opened with a small groan and Harry's two best mates walked in. Hermione went over to him and sat down beside him. "Are you ready to go? We just received a letter from Mrs. Weasley that we need to be there by three to get ready for the wedding, which is at six." Hermione said softly. Harry nodded his head and lifted himself from his seat. Ron grabbed Hedwig who was sleeping in her cage as Harry grabbed his trunk.

The three of them walked down the stairs into the living room parlour where Dudley, who had grown to the size similar to that of baby elephant, was watching television. Uncle Vernon sat next to Dudley talk to the large boy about drills and other such things. But Harry's Aunt was nowhere in sight.

" I'm leaving, for good." Harry said loudly to overcome the TV.

" Excellent! Don't waste any time get out of here then. Go on!" Uncle Vernon said happily as he bounced out of his seat and ran to the door to open it. The trio was only seconds away from leaving the house, when Aunt Petunia came out of the kitchen with a small box in her hands. She didn't look the same as she had for the past 17 years of Harry's life. Her face was thin yet she had a small smile on her face that gave her a whole different air.

"Please wait a moment Harry," she said as she quickly shuffled over to Harry. " I wanted to give you this," she handed the small box to Harry," it was your mother's wedding ring. I thought that you would probably like to have it." Petunia stood by Harry and looked at him with something of care. Harry lifted the lid of the box to reveal a small band with two ruby's that curled around each other. The only sound in the room was the television, as Harry looked down upon the rind that use to lay on his mother's finger.

"Your mother would be proud of you Harry," Petunia said suddenly as Harry look up at her," for I know that I am. You have grown into a strong young man, and I am sure that you are destined to do amazing things Harry Potter. I'm sorry we have treated you so horribly, I have no excuse. But I hope that you can forgive us."

Harry stared at his Aunt quixotically. Ron looked at his wrist and let out a small sigh," Harry, I hate to bother, but we really need to get going. Mum will have a fit if we don't get there by three." Harry nodded to Ron and returned his gaze to Petunia. He closed the case of the ring and placed it next to the fake Horcrux that had found a home in his pocket.

"Thank you Petunia," Harry almost whispered to her. But before he stepped out the door Petunia gave him a small hug; even though Harry was somewhat surprised by the gesture, returned the action.

The three left without another word and walked off to the side of the house behind the trees and bushes. "Are you ready Harry? And are you quite sure that you can apparate? You haven't passed your test yet and as I recall you weren't very confident in your-"Hermione began but stopped in mid sentence when Harry just gave her a small smile.

"It's quite fine Hermione. And I don't think that the Ministry will really care that I haven't taken my test yet." Harry slightly laughed at her.

"Well then let's get out of here, I'm starved!" Ron said impatiently. The three nodded to each other and left the suburbs of Little Whining with three small pops.