Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters (though it'd be cool if I did) all belong to Ms Rowling.

This is a story I had posted back in '06 but I took it down to redo it. It had so many spellin errors.

Let the story begin

Harry Potter laid alone is his bed just a week after his fifth year had ended. He had plenty of time to think back on what had happened considering as soon as he was back at Privet Drive his uncle locked him in his room.

Damn it why didn't I just listen and practice occlumency. I just couldn't get over the fact that Snape is a git and because of that he gone.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep there was a loud pop followed by a crash downstairs. Harry jumped up and before he could grab his wand off his bedside table Vernon Dursley began yelling. He was barely able to hear the click of the lock over the noise. His door swung open for him to see Arthur Weasley standing there.

"Mr. Weasley wh-what are you doing here?"

"I've come to take you to headquarters Harry so hurry up and get your stuff." Mr. Weasley replied turning to go downstairs.

"Wait. How do I know your really who you say you are?"

"Very good Harry. Dumbledore said to give you this. Its spelled where only you can open it. He said it says something that only the two of you would know."

Harry took the parchment from Mr. Weasley and opened to find a small note from Albus Dumbledore.

Harry

Remember your first year when I found you in front of the mirror of Erised. I love socks.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry let out a soft chuckle, "Ok I believe you. Give me a couple minutes."

Mr. Weasley turned to go back downstairs as Harry began throwing what few belongings he had taken out of his trunk back in. Some clothes and a couple books. He then made sure he had his wand and began to drag his trunk out of the room. Once he made it into the hall he heard Mr. Weasley trying to placate his Uncle.

"Now now lets just calm down. I'm just here to get Harry then we…"

"CALM DOWN…CALM DOWN…YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN YOU COME BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE. ITS HARD ENOUGH HIDING THE FACT THAT THAT BOY LIVES HERE AND NOW YOU. WHAT IF SOMEONE SEES?!"

"Uh…Mr. Weasley I'm ready."

"Ok well lets go Dumbledore set up this portkey for us." Harry touched the deflated football and as Mr. Weasly activated it he felt the tug behind his navel and the next think her knew he was standing in the entry hall of 12 Grimauld Place.

Just breath Potter you can do this, Harry began, trying to calm himself. The sight of the entrance hall of Twelve Grimauld causing memories of Sirius to rush back before he could stop them.

"Harry!," was all he heard before his vision was blocked by bushy brown hair.

"Mione…can't breath."

"Sorry."

"'s ok."

"Hey mate" Ron called as we descended the last few stairs.

"Come on lets go upstairs and get you unpacked before dinner." Hermione said turning towards the stair as Ron grabbed the other end of Harry's trunk.

Ok there's chapter one. I hope you liked it and reviews are appreciated. I'm not sure how my updating will be because I am in college so that interferes with some stuff so bear with me.

Sam