The Mental Institute

Diclaimer:sob harry potter isnt mine and completely belongs to JK Rowling, but the OC's belong to MuaH

Harry was sitting in his room at no.4 Privet Drive. He wasn't sure why he was here exactly. Last school year had been hectic. Not that anything was different, but last year, Dumbledore had died. The man who had been the brightest light for the light side had extinguished.

Some people might have lost hope and given in to Voldemort because of this, but not Harry. Harry knew that Dumbledore would not have wanted him to give up, and even though he was gone, Harry would never go against Dumbledore's last wishes.

Harry also felt that it was partly his fault that Dumbledore had died, because Harry had force fed him a potion that he knew would probably weaken him and possibly kill him, just for a locket which had turned out to be the one they hadn't been looking for. The weight of the guilt was terrible but Harry put that to the back of his mind, because there was a more important job to do, and that was the destroying of Voldemort, and Snape and possibly Malfoy along the way.

That was another thing that was nagging Harry. Last year he had been deeply infatuated with a certain redhead named Ginevra Weasley, sister of his best friend Ron. At the funeral of Dumbledore he had broken up with her saying that he didn't want her in harm's way. This was half true but the other half was also that he didn't like her as much as he used to. Not that he didn't like her anything, but he had somehow fallen out of love. Instead of Ginny another certain platinum-blond male had begun to enter his thoughts.

Draco Malfoy had attempted to kill Dumbledore but when he saw him running away, or when he saw that look of fear on his face when he was facing Dumbledore, Harry had had the sudden urge to go give him a loving hug or tell him to not go away. Harry did not have anything against Homosexuals but he didn't seem to think that he was one. Over the last year he seemingly become obsessed with the 16 year old, to the extent that even his friends noticed, but why did he not think he was gay? Was there something else to it?

Sitting on his bed at Privet Drive, brought him back to the thought of why he was here. It was probably to repay Dumbledore's last wish that he remain safe in the house of his mother's blood before he turned 17. There was only a week to go until his birthday, he had one week before he left to the Burrow, where his best friend Ron lived, but this time he wasn't too keen on going there because he didn't want to face Ginny that soon.

Suddenly he heard a loud rap on the front door. Feeling a little skeptical he crept out of his room and down the stairs to see who it was. Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle went to go open the door. Outside a man around the age of 21or 22 with jet black hair like Harry's which had had an elegance to it and also had a handsome face, which Harry was sure he had seen somewhere but was not sure when or where. Harry stood on the staircase to have a clear view of what was going on.

"Hi, I'm from the Mental Health Prevention Center, Liverpool, and I'm afraid I have to collect one of your family member's, I believe his name is Harry Potter?"

Uncle Vernon's face turned from one of pure anger to that of happiness. He leaned over to the man and whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry if you have to use a little force on him, he's a toughie." said Uncle Vernon chuckling.

The man was coming towards Harry. Harry didn't know what to do, his first instinct was to run to his room and get his wand. When he reached the room the man was right behind him. He roughly took hold of both of Harry's arms and pushed him into his room and closed and locked the door. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were standing right outside the door.

Harry rushed towards his wand, and decided that this was an exceptional circumstance to use magic. But he found that he couldn't move, he looked around at the man, and he had a wand held up at Harry levitating him off the ground. Harry was extremely startled. Then the man held up a sign that said 'headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix are located at number 12 Grimmauld Place'. Then Harry understood what was going on. The man mouthed at him, "Just play along". Harry nodded his head in agreement, knowing that he could trust this man.

"Get down and pack your things, quickly now, Come on!" the man bellowed at him. Harry nearly chuckled but a look of warning from the man silenced him. The man then took out his wand and began to place all of Harry's belongings in his trunk, this took a minute and the man kept on throwing random comments like ' I will not tolerate your nonsense, listen to what I say' and then 'if you don't listen to me I will be forced to hurt you'. Harry could hear Dudley and Uncle Vernon laughing outside, but funny thing was that he felt like laughing as well, but for different reasons.

The man then grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck then made Harry carry Hedwig and his trunk, which he had made weightless, kicked open the door and made it look like he was pulling Harry from his shirt, even though Harry was not putting up a fight. The man led him all the way out the door, with a laughing Dudley behind him, and thrust Harry into the back of a truck, locked it, then turned to the Dursleys panting.

"Thank you for all your help, I am afraid that it is possible he may not come back, I mean he is quite queer having an owl and everything, I expect we'll have to do some extra work on him. Now all I need is a signature from you for your acceptance that he is allowed to go, then I shall take leave."

Uncle Vernon happily signed the sheet and handed it over to the man who gave a salute then jumped into the front seat of the truck and drove off, leaving a cheerful family of Dursleys back at number 4.

As the truck turned into a deserted road the man got out of the front seat of the car and went to the back of the truck and unlocked the door. A stumbling Harry came out.

"You have a lot of explaining to do" said Harry.

"Yes I do, but first I need to change this into my normal silver convertible, put your stuff in the back then you need to hop into the front seat, so stand back." the man replied

He took out his wand and did a non verbal spell which changed the truck into a sleek silver convertible. Harry's trunk and Hedwig had come out of the truck and the man went to put them into the trunk of the car. Harry interrupted him.

"Let Hedwig go, she hasn't flown in a long time, anywhere I am she will find me its ok." said Harry.

The man took Hedwig out of her cage and let her go, then put Harry's broomstick and trunk into the boot and closed it, then motioned to Harry to sit in the front seat next to the driver. Harry still a bit skeptical obeyed him and went to the seat but not before pocketing his wand.

When the man got into the car, he started it then drove off. He was driving in silence for about five minutes until Harry asked him a question.

"Who are you? I mean I know your from the Order but still all I know is that you got out of that hell hole, but I have no idea where we are going or who you are."

"Well, Harry, we are going to a place that you planned on visiting anyway, which is Godric's Hollow, I know why you needed to go there in the first place but it also has many other reasons as well. And before I tell you who I am, I'd like to introduce you to my girlfriend." the man motioned backwards.

Harry saw a girl sitting in the backseat, surprised that he hadn't noticed her before he was also surprised that she resembled someone strongly who was called…

"Tonks?!"

"That would be my last name Harry, but I think you are referring to my sister Nymphadora, actually my name is Rosalina, but people call me Lina, at least my name is better than Nymph's."

"She never told me she had a sister?" Harry said, quite surprised.

"She wasn't supposed to, because I was doing undercover work, I was actually a secondary spy, after Snape, but then I decided to withdraw myself after Dumbledore died and Snape turned out to be a traitor. Luckily none of the Death Eaters knew my real name or face because I disguised myself, I suppose they just presume I am dead, so no harm done really." Lina finished

Harry waited for a minute, it was a lot of information to take in, then he asked again, "Well I know who Lina is but what about you?" Harry said motioning to the man.

"Err; I'm your cousin Harry."

"Huh? Dumbledore said I didn't have any more relatives?" Harry couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of anger for the deceased man.

"Actually Harry, what he meant was you didn't have anymore living relatives on your mum's side. Hi Harry, I'm your father's sister, Kara potter's son, Jacob, nice to meet you."

Harry didn't move, his mouth was agape and was very shocked, He had a cousin?