Chapter 1: Privet Drive
Harry Potter lay on his back in the freshly mowed lawn of number 4 Privet Drive. It was a very hot day and he had just finished his chores of mowing the lawn, weeding and washing his Uncle's new car. His body ached all around and his stomach growled in protest of no food. He wore a pair of baggy blue jeans and an oversized t-shirt both of which were passed down by his oversized cousin Dudley. He lay there in the hot sun thinking of nothing in particular just staring at the clouds above with his dark shadowed emerald eyes.
He had been back at Privet Drive for two weeks and longed the return into his world. His thoughts then turned to him flying around on his firebolt and the warmness of Hogwarts his real home. He fell so deep into his thoughts that he didn't realize that his aunt was calling him from inside the house and naturally was confused when his aunt came out the house and started to drag him inside by his shirt. Harry tugged his way out of his aunt's grip and shot her an irrated and curious look. "What did I do now?" he drawled out in a tone that would give the Malfoys a run for their money.
"Don't take that tone with me boy, one of your freak friends is on the phone for you." Harry walked towards the telephone rolling his eyes all the while wondering who would be on the phone for him. He picked up the phone and muttered a hello. "Harry! Is that you?" squealed an excited Hermoine. "Bloody hell Hermoine, could you be any louder?" murmured Harry. "Sorry Harry, got a little carried away, I just called to tell you that Tonks and Ron's dad is going to pick you up at 5 o'clock and that you should be ready." "Where are they taking me?" "The headquarters of course!"
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Harry slammed the phone on the hook and punched the wall with his fist causing it to bleed and ache horribly. The mention of the headquarters brought back painful memories and the self-anger that he usually kept bottled up. "Shit!" he cursed as he watched the mess his blood was leaving on the kitchen floor. His aunt chose the wrong time to come out of the sitting room and looked at her nephew and then the floor. "What in God's name did you do!" she bellowed. "Just leave me the fuck alone" shouted Harry as he charged up to his room slamming the door.
He took an old t-shirt and wrapped it around his fist. Then he began to throw things into his trunk in an attempt to finish packing before Tonks and Mr.Weasley arrived. When he was done packing he pushed his trunk down the stairs then brought Hedwig in her cage downstairs. He carefully avoided any contact with his right fist as it began to swell. He watched as his aunt cleaned up the trail of blood he left on the kitchen floor, every so often when she thought he wasn't looking she would send him a glare.
When it was finally 5 o'clock Mr. Weasley and Tonks appeared at the front door. "Wotcher Harry what happened to your hand?" "I hit it on the doorknob" lied Harry smoothly as Mr. Weasley took out an old sock out of his pocket and beckoned for Harry to touch it. He touched the sock reluctantly, dreading his return to Grimmauld Place. Mr. Weasley counted off the seconds "5…4…3…2…1" Harry felt the familiar tug at his navel as he was transported to number 12 Grimmauld place and landed flat on his face. His stomach shifted and he felt chills run down his spine he was back at Grimmauld place the house of the dead Sirius Black.
