AN: This is a little story, probably only a few chapters long about how I would like the seventh book to start! Please review!

It had been three weeks since the death of Albus Dumbledore. The wizarding world was still in a state of shock, particularly one boy. This boy was lying on his bed in his aunt and uncle's house in Privet Drive, staring at the ceiling.

The boy's name was Harry Potter, and he was no ordinary boy; he was a wizard. Not only that, but he had faced Lord Voldemort five times in his life and survived, and he was also the Chosen One. But the thing that concerned Harry most at this moment, was his birthday. He would be coming of age in one week and would be able to do magic outside of Hogwarts without getting into trouble with The Ministry Of Magic or getting expelled from Hogwarts. Not that the latter actually mattered, he wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts this year anyway. He would be going to find and destroy the four remaining Horcruxes, therefore killing Voldemort forever and fulfilling the prophecy.

Harry sighed and turned on his bed to face out of the window. He would have left Privet Drive already if it hadn't been for his promise to Dumbledore. His promise that he would return to his aunts house one last time. And of course, there was the wedding as well. Harry couldn't possibly go looking for Voldemort until the eldest Weasley child had gotten married. Harry wasn't even sure of the exact date of the wedding, as he hadn't had much chance to talk to Ron in the past few weeks. Any notes that he had gotten from his best friend were short and almost unintelligible, but he had gathered that Mrs. Weasley was close to having a stroke and that she had them all on their toes getting things prepared, so there wasn't really any time for proper letter writing.

Harry sighed again and twitched on his bed, trying to get more comfortable. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. He closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep, but the streetlight outside his bedroom window prevented that…until it suddenly went out. Harry sat up in bed with a start when his room was plunged into darkness. It wasn't normal for streetlights to suddenly go out was it? He got up and cautiously moved closer to the window. Two more streetlights had gone out. As Harry squinted around the street below, the lamp directly opposite him extinguished itself as well. Harry backed away from the window feeling incredibly uneasy. There were only two explanations for lamps going out like that; one, Dumbledore was still alive and was using his put-outer to come and talk to Harry (Harry's heart rose) or two, there were Dementors in Privet Drive. Harry unfortunately had to admit that the second option was probably the most likely, but it didn't mean that he had to like it!

The last streetlight went out, and the entire street below was plunged into darkness. Harry's feeling of uneasiness grew, and he squinted out of the window. And then he saw them. Three figures were walking quickly and deliberately towards number 4. The two outer figures seemed to be flanking the one in the middle, who walked with a slight limp. They stopped at the gate and to Harry's horror, the one in the middle raised its head and looked directly at Harry.

AN: Ooh! Please review if you want to find out what happens next!