A Mind's Maze
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Prologue
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A/N: Well here is the prologue of my new story. All my old ones have been deleted as I only have time for one. Hope you enjoy. Just so you know, the more you review the more I'll update!!!
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A depressed and hungry Harry Potter sat in his 'box like' room at number four Privet drive brooding over the events that transpired at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and to top everything off, his uncle in particular hadn't taken too kindly to the order's words of advise which meant no food, extra chores and sneaking to the cupboard under the stairs to feed Hedwig in the middle of the night. But now after three days of being back at Little Whinging his whole body was aching and he barely had the strength in his legs to move from point A to point B, let alone complete the never ending list of chores he was continually being given, while his relatives just sit there watching him work with victorious looks on their faces. Dudley's smirks were particularly annoying and seemed to remind him too much of a certain Draco Malfoy.
Tonight being the third night did have its bonuses though, he was supposed to write to Professor Lupin tonight but he had no way, he would prefer not to go back to Grimmauld Place but he knew he had no choice because if he didn't eat soon, Voldemort's job would have been done for him. So he had no choice to let things to play out and be collected by the order or so he hoped anyway.
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Remus Lupin was growing more and more restless as the night went on. Since 5 o'clock he had been sitting by the windowsill of the new Order of the Phoenix headquarters awaiting Harry's letter but somehow he just knew it wasn't going to come, he had told Arthur and Moody that he didn't think giving Harry's relatives a little chat was a good idea but they seemed set on it so there was nothing he could do, but now as it was going on 9 o'clock he was thinking that he was more and more right by the minute. Albus had given Remus strict orders not to go check on Harry until 11 o'clock if a letter didn't come, but he knew that Harry wouldn't have left it this late so he didn't think that going a little earlier could hurt.
Though he didn't realise how right he was.
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Hermione, although she didn't realise it, was the third person sitting at a window that evening. She couldn't help but be worried about Harry, he was so torn up over Sirius's death, blaming himself, and he didn't even have sufficient let down time afterwards to sort himself out before it was back on the train to those horrid relatives. She really didn't think that the order helped things with their choice words on platform 9 ¾'s, as the Dursley's didn't seem too happy afterwards, which couldn't have meant anything good.
Professor Lupin had promised her that he would tell her as soon as he heard word from Harry as both of them thought that he really wouldn't be writing to anyone apart from sending the letters to the order every three days, so she didn't get her hopes up in receiving one directly from him, but was constantly toying with the idea of sending him one. In the end she decided to wait for word from Lupin instead.
Though she didn't realise that was exactly what she should have done.
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Albus Dumbledore was one that almost always looked calm on the outside no matter the situation, but his well trusted college, Minerva McGonagall knew better. She watched him closely as they sat drinking tea in silence. The absent drumming of his fingertips and his eyes constantly flickering to the window let her know that he was worried about something, most likely the reply from Remus about young Harry's health. Harry Potter meant more to him than anybody even realised, he wished that he could have given Harry a better childhood but it was his own protection and it strengthened him into the amazing young man he is now. She also knew that Harry's reaction affecting Sirius's death upset him more than probably anyone else, maybe excluding Hermione Granger, she somehow knew that the two would end up together, they just hadn't realised it yet.
Minerva could remember when she came into Albus's office after his chat with Harry as if it were yesterday. She had never seen him so broken in her life as she just let him cry on her shoulder, before they both set out to repair his possessions.
But now she was watching him closely as the speed that his fingers were drumming the table increased and how often his eyes flickered to the window and she knew something wasn't right.
Though she didn't know how right she was.
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Ron Weasley watched Pig as he flew out into the night sky; he had been corresponding with a certain blonde Ravenclaw that he couldn't seem to get out of his head. But at the moment his mind was reeling with something completely different. He, like so many others, was awaiting word that Harry was safe, he didn't think it was right that Harry had to go to the Dursley's so soon after Sirius's death. Emotional level of a teaspoon or not, he still knew it wasn't right, but Dumbledore kept assuring them that it was best so there was nothing that he, Hermione or anybody else could do.
Though what he didn't know, was that he wouldn't be getting word from Professor Lupin for quite some time.
A/N: Review and tell me what you think!! Oh and the chapters will definitely be longer :D
Lila
