Chapter 1: Summer

A/N: So I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to write a Harry Potter story, one because no one reviewed my first story and so now I don't know what to improve on. Two, because, well I am not a great writer. It was fun to write this though!

Thanks to randomness101 –Fanfic Freak for beta reading! :D

It was the summer after sixth year, two months before school started. Harry had been stuck locked up in his room all summer long, but now it was time. He had been looking forward to this camp all summer. Harry was about to sneak away from the Dursley's household and onto the train to Hogwarts where, he would then spend a week learning how to apparate. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were all going, too. It was going to be the best week of his life. He was about to be at his favorite place in the world without homework or annoying teachers, except of course Snape. Snape will be the one to teach them how to apparate. Harry wished it could have been Dumbledore to teach the camp but nothing ever works how he wants. Snape hates them so much that Gryfindor will probably start with negative points at the beginning of the year.

Harry was packing his stuff when is owl, Hedwig, flew in. Harry thought she had been hunting, but instead she had a piece of parchment in her claws. She settled on Harry's shoulder, letting him grab the letter. He infolded it; it was from Ron.

Dear Harry,

Tomorrow the train comes! I am so excited to see you and Hermione. If you manage to make it to the end of your street without being noticed we will be there to pick you up in Dad's car. Be there at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning. The train then leaves at 7.

Sincerely, Ron

Harry had gotten up and moved to his desk while he was reading the letter. He then got out a scrap piece of parchment and quill, sat down, and jotted down a reply. In the meantime Hedwig was eating in her cage.

Dear Ron,

I can't wait to see you either! It is going to be so much fun… and when it comes time to take the apparition test we will ace it. And I can be there at 4. Talk to you then.

Sincerely, Harry

Then he got up and went to Hedwig, folding the parchment as he went. Hedwig was still eating but Harry thought she could wait till she got back. So he grabbed a piece of string and tied the letter to her leg.

"Take this to the Burrow," he told Hedwig, as he carried her to the window and set her on the ledge so she could fly off. She squawked with, what he took as "I will take this to Ron," and left.

Harry resumed packing. He already had his robes in the trunk; now he was putting away his school books. Aunt Petunia called his name, and Harry guessed it was time for dinner. He left his packing unfinished, hoping no one would come up in his room. After all the Dursley's didn't know he was about to sneak out. He closed his bedroom door and headed downstairs. Boy was he starved; he had barely eaten any lunch because Aunt Petunia had made her homemade meatloaf. It was absolutely gross. For dinner they were having spaghetti with meatballs. Not his favorite, but better than Aunt Petunia's homemade meatloaf.

When Harry arrived in the kitchen the Dursley's had already started eating. That was the Dursley's, rude as heck. The kitchen was small with only a table and kitchen appliances. The kitchen and the living room were connected. He sat down in his usual spot, and dug in.

"Stop eating like a pig, Harry!" cried Aunt Petunia.

"Sorry," mumbled Harry as he shoved another fork full of spaghetti in his mouth. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, as routine. Once dinner was over Aunt Petunia served rice pudding. Dudley inhaled it as though he hadn't been fed in three weeks. Though, it would be a lie to say that he doesn't eat 24/7-just like his father. Harry didn't really touch his pudding, so Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon dismissed him to his room. Harry didn't mind, he hated mealtime at the Dursley's… no, he hated anytime at the Dursley's.

Immediately as Harry entered his room he closed the door and ran to his trunk. The sooner he finished packing and went to sleep the sooner he would be with Ron. Harry would have no problem leaving the house. The Dursley's snored like pigs. There would be no way he would be heard. Which Harry was greatful of, it made it just a tad bit easier for him to escape. He sat on his bed and looked around.

"Hedwig!" Harry gasped. He hadn't even realized that she had returned. Once again she was carrying a letter. He ran over to her and grabbed the letter. It read-

Harry,

Good to know you received my letter. Just an FYI the car will be parked next to the first light post at the end of the street. We will be using the invisible function so wait on the right side of the street.

-Ron

Harry put the letter under his bed with every other letter he had received. He was almost done packing. He glanced at the clock, it was 9 o'clock! He jumped off the bed and resumed packing. There was a knock on his door.

"Harry, did you finish your chores?" questioned Uncle Vernon.

"Yes, every single one of them," Harry called as he rolled his eyes. He was in the middle of trying to make everything look normal, in case Uncle Vernon tried to come in.

"You better have done them, and done them well, or else I will give you more," threatened Uncle Vernon with that "I'm serious" kind of tone. Harry knew he meant it but struggled not to laugh at Uncle Vernon's attempt to be a parent. He heard Uncle Vernon's footsteps fade away so he knew the coast was clear. He pulled out his trunk once again and finished his packing. He then put on some of his better clothes, set his alarm clock, and sank into a deep sleep.

Harry found himself walking alone, into Hogwarts. It was decorated with streamers everywhere. He looked around; other than the streamers everything looked the same.

"Hello?" yelled Harry, "Is anyone here?" He was so confused. He ran into the Great Hall. Dumbledore was seated, head down, at the table.

"Professor Dumbledore?" asked Harry, "Is that you?" Harry slowly walked up the aisle between tables. "Professor Dumbledore!" Harry repeated a little bit louder hoping maybe that Dumbledore had fallen asleep, wanting to wake him up. Dumbledore didn't move. Harry was now running towards Dumbledore,

"Professor Dumbledore!" screamed Harry. Harry was standing along the head table, in front of Dumbledore. Dumbledore slowly raised his head, but it wasn't Dumbledore's face Harry was greeted by. The face Harry was looking at was scary. It was a faded green color. There was no nose. Instead the nostrils were flat in their face. The eyes were a scary shade of blue/green. Harry's scar started to burn. Burn really, really bad. He knew immediately who this person was. The person spoke to him in parselmouth.

"Harry, it is nice to meet you once again." Harry was scared. He didn't know what to do. Harry asked in a threatening voice,

"What did you do with Dumbledore?" Voldemort chuckled then replied, still speaking in parseltongue.

"No need to worry about him Harry, you will never see him again. Now there is no one to protect you." Harry turned and ran with Voldemort chuckling in the background. He ran and ran.

Harry woke with the cold sweats. His scar was burning. He looked at the clock. It was 3:30. Harry got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back to his room he got a great surprise.

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