I'm sorry about mistakes in this. I'm dylexic and lazy, so sometimes I'm to lazy to re-read what I write or to look up how to spell things. Don't kill me for them. This is my first fanfic for the LONGEST time and basiclly first HP fic I've stuck with writing. I hope you enjoy and please r/r
Chapter One: The News
The sun was going down over the horizon as a 22-year-old man, with untidy black hair, was standing by the window. He had been watching the sun going down for the past two years. The growing threat of Voldemort always haunted him. He knew he could not avoid him forever, but last Harry knew Voldemort still did not know the prophecy. Which he found somewhat comforting.
He knew one day he would have to face him and either kill him or die. He wanted more then ever to get out of the house and go for a walk, but Dumbledore had forbidden him to leave the house. He was to stay at Number 12 Grimmauld Place until Dumbledore told him other wise.
At least he was not alone there. Ron and Hermione were also with him. It turns out that since they are so close to Harry and knows his whereabouts it is crucial that they also stay hidden.
Harry turned away from the window and sat down in a chair by the fire in the drawing room. He stared at the fire wishing more then ever that Siruis's face would come out of it and give him words of advice and comfort, but it would never happen. Sirius had been dead for seven years now and there was nothing that was going to bring him back.
Ron and Hermione came into the room and sat down on the couch across from him. They knew what he was thinking about. He had been thinking about the same thing for the past five years and it never left Harry's mind.
"Ya'll right mate?" Ron asked as he looked at Harry, who was still staring into the fireplace.
"Yeah, just thinkin' 'bout Sirius." Harry said, not turning his gaze from the fireplace, where the fire blazed on.
"Oh Harry," Hermione began, "it's been seven year, can't you just get over the fact that his death wasn't your fault?"
"I would Hermione, if it really wasn't my fault." Harry said not looking at her. Hermione opened her mouth again to say something, but Ron looked at her and she closed her mouth and looked at the tapestry on the wall of the Black family.
They sat there in silence for sometime not looking at each other, when suddenly Mrs. Black's screams reached their ears. Someone was at the door, and nobody was expected to come for days. They slowly made their way downstairs. Harry opened the door while Ron made Mrs. Black shut up. Harry looked up at the man in front of him. He moved aside as Albus Dumbledore came in.
They all moved into the kitchen after Dumbledore and looked at him with curiosity.
"Professor Dumbledore, what are you doing hear?" Hermione said, as she stood between Ron and Harry, both were looking at Dumbledore with the utmost concern.
"I've come to give you all news." He said and motioned for them to all sit down. Once they were all seated he began. "It turns out that we have found out information about Voldemort's whereabouts, and with long days for investigation we have also found another piece of information. It turns out that Voldemort has found out the whole prophecy and he is looking for Harry." They all sat with shocked looks on their faces. "As it seems, we have not figured out how to kill Voldemort yet. So yet again you must go into hiding. London is not safe at the moment for you three. I know of a safe house that you may all stay at. I need you all to pack anything that you will need and your pets and be ready to leave tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock sharp. I need to contact the owner of the safe house and I will be back for you all tomorrow morning." With that he got up and walked out of the room and with a sudden crack was gone.
The three sat there shocked and then without a word they all got up and walked to their own room to pack. Within an hour three trunks were sitting down in the entrance hall waiting for morning. On top of them sat two cages and a basket ready for their occupants in the morning.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the drawing room that night talking.
"How could he have found out?" Harry asked, as he looked at the other two, who sat across from him.
"No idea, unless he has a spy somewhere." Hermione said looking into the fire trying to think things over.
"And who is this person we are going to be staying with?" Ron said. He was very irate at the fact that they, yet again, had to go into hiding.
"No idea, but obviously Dumbledore trusts them." Harry said.
"Yeah, well Dumbledore also trusts Snape." Ron said looking into the fire, his bad mood rising.
"But he's on our side, Ron. How do we know this person is on our side?" Hermione said looking curiously at Harry.
"Must be, or Dumbledore wouldn't be sending us to stay with who ever it is." Harry said looking back at her.
None of them slept very well that night. The thoughts of Voldemort knowing the prophecy and the person they were going to stay with made it hard to fall asleep.
The next morning at 7:30 Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat sitting the kitchen waiting for Dumbledore. Hedwig sat hooting on Harry's shoulder watching Pig fly around the room. Crookshanks lay peacefully on the table next to Hermione. All of them were waiting for what was to come.
At ten till, Harry, Ron, and Hermione put Hedwig, Pig, and Crookshanks into their cages and basket. As soon as they has secured their pets Dumbledore showed up behind them.
"I assume you all are ready to go?" he said looking at them. They all nodded in agreement. "Very good. Now we are going to the small wizarding town of Meadowlane. Once we are there I will take you to the safe house. You will all know that this house is guarded by more jinxes and curses then here. You will all be safe. So grab you trunk and animal and let us be off."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione did as they were told. They followed Dumbledore and apperated to Meadowlane.