Chapter 1 And so it Began
It was a warm day at Number 4 Privet Drive and the only person outside was Harry Potter. Harry was a wizard. Every year Harry attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry but during the summer he had to live with his only surviving family, the Dursley's. Harry knew that the Dursley's would be leaving at any moment to go to town to celebrate Dudley's birthday and he would have the house to himself. He would have to finish his homework that he had been forced to do during the night and he'd also write to his best friend Ron. Ron and Hermione were his best friends at Hogwarts. He missed them so much but knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be allowed to leave the Dursley's and visit Ron once more.
"Harry," Uncle Vernon's voice boomed across the yard. "Dudley and I are going out for a little while. Petunia is sick so you better take care of her."
"Uh. . . . ." Harry thought. Having to take care of Petunia was one of the worst things that could have happened to him. "Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry replied.
"If she doesn't have a proper time while she's sick then you'll be locked in your room again. Do you understand me boy?"
"Yes Uncle Vernon."
Harry heard the sounds of Dudley and Vernon getting into their quite expensive car. As they pulled out the driveway Harry decided that he'd better go check on his Aunt.
As he entered her purple and gold room he glanced at the bed. She appeared to be asleep but when Harry inched closer he saw her open her eyes. Just then a large brown barn owl flew into the room giving Harry a gold envelope.
"My O.W.L. results," Harry said without thinking. Oddly enough Petunia did not object. Harry quickly opened the parcel and began reading.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am very pleased to be the one to tell you your O.W.L. results. On the attached form please fill out the classes you wish to take in N.E.W.T.S. Professors have already sent in their recommendation lists and if you are on their list you will be allowed to take their N.E.W.T.S. class. You must take at least five classes. Please list your alternatives just in case you are not accepted into one of your classes.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall.

Harry stared down at the list of what he had received in each of his classes. He received O's in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures, E's in Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, and Charms. He received A's in Divination and History of Magic. Harry was very pleased with himself. He almost forgot that he was in the same room with Petunia.
Once Harry snapped back to reality he suddenly had an idea. "Aunt Petunia," he began. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure whatever," she replied. Harry thought that she was too sick to argue.
"What ever happened to your parents? You never talk about them."
"They died," Petunia said softly. "The same night as your mom. They wouldn't tell Voldemort where you were so he killed them. I was in the house and seen them die. I was too scared to cry. Even though I was hid he knew I was there. As he left he said under his breath that one day people like me would be hunted off the earth. You see Lily was adopted. They tried to be extra special to her, just so she wouldn't feel left out. What they didn't know was that they left me out."
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered. He actually felt sorry for his aunt.
"It's okay dear," Petunia replied. Something was completely wrong. His aunt had just called him dear. "Don't you have some homework you need to be doing or something? Oh and what did your letter say?"
"It was my O.W.L. results. I received good marks in all my classes," Harry handed her the paper as if she would understand what the marks meant.
"That is rather good isn't it," she exclaimed. "Lily normally got all O's. She normally cried if she got an E."
"That sounds like my friend Hermione," Harry began. "She's defiantly the smartest person in our year." Harry felt a little awkward in this conversation. He had never talked to Petunia like this before.
Harry went into his room, got his school books, and returned to Petunia's room. He quickly filled out the form of what classes he wanted to take.
"If you want me too I can quiz you on your subjects until Vernon returns," Harry's aunt spoke up.
"Sure," Harry replied.
Harry and Petunia continued to talk until the Dursley's red car pulled into their driveway. Harry quickly went back to his room and put away his books. He couldn't let Vernon see what they had been doing.
As Harry re-entered Petunia's room she whispered, "Don't tell Vernon about this okay?"
"Okay," Harry replied.

Harry awoke to the familiar sounds of the Dursley's eating their breakfast the next morning. He wondered why Petunia hadn't woke him up but he quickly shook it off.
As he entered the living room he saw that the Dursley's were almost ready to go somewhere.
"We're going camping," Aunt Petunia began. "You are to stay at Mrs. Figg's until we return. Here." She handed him a small sack full of fresh bacon and toast.
Uncle Vernon ushered Harry across the concrete street. As Harry entered Mrs. Figg's house the familiar smell of cats drifted into his nostrils. Harry quickly sat down and began to eat his breakfast while the Dursley's drove away in their car. As Harry ate he noticed a small note attached to his bag:
Look in your room when you get back. I think you'll like it.
Petunia

During the day Mrs. Figg tried to find stuff for Harry and her to do but Harry remained bored. He grabbed her silver remote to her T.V. and turned the channel to the muggle news. Maybe something interesting would be on it. The news opened up by talking about some murder.
"Tonight in Grove Cove Camping Grounds, three bodies were found dead." Harry stared in horror as he saw the Dursley's flash across the screen. "The bodies have been identified as Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley. As of now there is no conclusion of how they died. There were no visible marks on their bodies and were in prefect health, except the fact that they were dead."
"Hurry," Mrs. Figg's voice pried Harry from the T.V. screen. "Go get your stuff and get back here as quick as possible. Leave nothing behind."
Harry rushed across the street to get his things. He had no clue what was going on but he could tell it wasn't good. As Harry put his stuff in his bag he saw a small photo album on his bed. He shoved it into his bag and rushed back across the street.
"Hurry," Mrs. Figg pushed Harry across her living room . Harry gave one last retreating glance at Number 4 Privet Drive. He would probably never see it again. As he turned his head he saw five death eaters enter the house.
Mrs. Figg continued to push him down her wooden stairs to her basement. Harry thought that he was going to drop his stuff.
"Touch the lamp," Mrs. Figg instructed. "It will take you to the Order's headquarters. You should be safe there."
As Harry touched the lamp the world around him began spinning out of control. Finally he came to a stop somewhere in the Order's headquarters. Suddenly everything that had happened hit him. The Petunia he had come to love was now dead, killed by Voldemort. Harry began crying he couldn't help it. As everything around him burst into light he saw the entire Weasley family staring at him.

a/n: This is the start of a whole new fan fiction. If anyone has an idea for a fan fiction but doesn't want to write it please email to me and let me write it. My email's in my profile!
Thanks!
Rachel