Well I'm back to screw up more preconceived notions of what the story should be like. This time I'm doing it with Harry Potter. Like most fans of the series I was very upset with sixth book and most likely will be with the seventh book. That's why I started this soon after reading the sixth book and only just found it again. So here is my version of the seventh book. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of the characters. If I did the sixth book would have been way different.

Chapter 1: The Ghostly Warning

The night was dark and dreary, but very warm, it being summer and all. The moon and stars were veiled by the thick clouds overhead. Rain poured down on the rooftops of the houses of Little Whinging Surrey. The rain soaked the few people that were crazy enough to still be outside in the downpour. Summer rains could come quite suddenly in London and could continue for hours. At least it was a warm rain. The soft orange glow of the street lamps reflected dimly off of the wet pavement. Somewhere, the sounds of a far off train sounded throughout the neighborhood.

A young teenager stared out f the window of his room at Number 4 Privet Drive. It rained all of this week and was once again raining today; with no end in sight. The young man watched the torrents of rain wash over the rooftops with a blank look on his face. His skin was pale, almost as white as a sheet from various factors. A mop of messy ebony hair covered his head; his long bangs partially obscured his face. Deep, piercing emerald colored eyes offset the pale skin and dark hair. Perhaps the boy's most distinguishing feature was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. This wasn't just any normal sixteen year old boy. No, he was a wizard. The scar marked him as Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One. Harry received these titles by doing what no other witch or wizard could. He alone survived the wrath of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Voldemort was the most feared wizard that the world had ever seen; Harry defeated him at the age of one.

That one encounter with the dark wizard had marred Harry's entire life. Destroying the dark lord had marked him as an instant celebrity. Sadly, his fame came at a dire price. Both of his parents died protecting him on that fateful night. No matter how hard he tried to not show it, it was apparent that the death of his parents had a profound affect on him. He didn't miss them because he technically never even knew them. You could just say that Harry missed out on having parents. Or even a real family for that matter. This wasn't the only way that he had been affected by the accident. Since that night danger, death and nightmares had been constant companions to him. Companions he would sooner be rid of.

In Harry's first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he and his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, took it upon themselves to protect the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort. That encounter had left him mortally wounded. In his second year at the school he had to enter the Chamber of Secrets to save Ron's little sister Ginny. Again, he was nearly killed while defying the dark lord. In year three Harry and Hermione had to save his godfather, Sirius Black, from the dementors. Year four started a trend that would follow him around for a couple of years. Harry was once again thrown into the spotlight when he was chosen as an entry for the prestigious Tri-wizard Tournament. The tournament sparked Voldemort's rebirth. During which his fellow participant and friend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by one of Voldemort's subordinates. Just the mere memory of clinging to Cedric's lifeless body was enough to cause a breakdown. Fifth year was even more devastating. He led his friends into the Ministry of Magic in order to save Sirius. Little did he know that it was a setup that in the end would leave his friends injured and Sirius dead?

His sixth year should have been a little a different. Things were going his way at the beginning of the year. Because of the Half Blood Prince he was acing his potions course. He was finally allowed to play Quidditch again and his team was back on a winning streak. He finally even found a girlfriend in Ginny Weasley. However, he soon learned that Voldemort was using an ancient magic to construct Horcruxes. Horcruxes were items infused with a person's soul in order to obtain immortality. While searching for them, Albus Dumbledore was gravely wounded. Almost as soon as they returned Hogwarts Dumbledore was killed by the potions master, Severus Snape. Harry made one last promise to the old headmaster. He would find all of the Horcruxes and destroy Voldemort once and for all. Of course that meant breaking up with Ginny and once again throwing his life into disarray. Then again what else was new?

A tired yawn escaped Harry's mouth. Nightmares continuously plagued his sleep, giving him reason to stay awake. Every night the faces of Dumbledore, Sirius and Cedric came back to haunt him. Sometimes during the day he would see their images right in front of him. Though he had made peace with Sirius' death, his memory still pained him. For some reason he had never been able to forgive himself for Cedric and Dumbledore would take a while. Another thing that pressed heavily on his mind was his friends. He had sent them several letters about his dreams but received nothing in return. It was almost like they were avoiding him. In fact, he was so depressed that the dreary day almost seemed comfortable.

"Boy! Get down here now!"

Harry rolled his eyes; so much for the comforting day. Ever since he had come 'home' for the summer, his relatives had been ignoring him. What could they possibly want now? No doubt they needed him for some kind of mundane task. Heeding his uncle's call, Harry trudged out of his room and down the stairs. His 'family' was sitting in the abnormally clean living room. His skeletal, horse faced Aunt Petunia was sitting on the far end of the couch. Her hands were twitching in a very nervous fashion. Harry just wasn't so sure what she was nervous about. His fat whale of a cousin Dudley took up the other ¾ of the couch. His uncle, Vernon Dursley, a large mustachioed man was pacing in front of the disused fireplace. Vernon was again twisting his mustache in what he liked to call a thinking stance, his face turning an odd shade of puce. Harry decided that it would be best to wait for his instructions.

Uncle Vernon abandoned his stance and turned to address Harry. "Listen up boy." He growled in a deep voice. "The head executive of Gruunings and his wife are coming to dinner tonight." The large man began to pace back and forth as if he were a general giving a speech to his troops. "You are to go to the market and get groceries. Understood?" He asked gruffly.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry answered in a monotone.

Aunt Petunia handed him a small piece of paper with several items listed on it. "Get everything on the list. No more, no less!" She snapped.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry answered in the same dull tone.

"And don't be late!" Uncle Vernon growled.

"Yes Uncle Vernon."

"Boy are you getting smart with me!"

"Why no. I could never be smarter than you Uncle Vernon," Harry said patronizingly.

Before the veiled insult could be comprehended by Vernon's thick brain, Harry had on his coat and was out of the door. It seemed that the rain wasn't going to let up for him. With a sigh he ran a hand through his messy hair and set out on his way. In the mere five minutes that he was out in the rain he became completely soaked through. The young wizard stopped at a street corner to swipe his bangs from his eyes. Despite being completely soaked, his hair would not stay in place. A wry smile formed on his face when his bangs refused to move. There was just no taming it. Looks like there were some things that would never change.

While he walked, Harry found himself constantly looking over his shoulder. After years of a mad man trying to kill him, Harry had developed a slight paranoia. His right hand reached into his pocket and curled around the handle of his wand. Having his hand on the weapon gave the young mage a sense of comfort. He heard a whistling sound in his ear and turned around. There was nothing behind him at all. Just an empty street. Harry sighed and loosened the grip on his wand. He was just being paranoid, that was all. Harry closed his eyes and turned around to continue his walk.

The distant sound of a train's whistle brought back memories of an event that seemed to occur a lifetime ago. It was the first time he ever stepped foot on the large crimson train that would take him to Hogwarts. He was searching for a compartment to sit in, but most of them were already full. Finally he came across a compartment with a lone occupant. A young boy with flaming red hair and freckles stared at him when he walked in. Harry found a fast friend in the redhead. The two of them talked non-stop for hours while eating all sorts of magical candies. They were in there for a while before a young girl with bushy brown hair entered the room. Apparently she was searching for a toad that belonged to a boy named Neville. The girl had a bossy know-it-all attitude that got on Harry's nerves. Little did he know that the three of them would become good friends and go on impossible adventures together.

Getting lost in his thoughts, Harry was blinded as to where he was going. Although this wasn't much different from any other time that he walked Little Whinging at night. He knew this area like the back of his hand. Unfortunately fate had something else in store for him on this night. Suddenly a collision with a solid body knocked him off balance. He only managed to stay on his feet because of the quick reflexes he gained from Quidditch.

"God, I'm sorry." He began quickly.

"No! No! It was my fault. I…Harry? Harry Potter?"

Harry groaned. The last thing he needed was someone recognizing him. He looked up into the face of a pretty young woman. The girl was about a head shorter than him with long brown hair. She had warm honey colored eyes that were very inviting to others. Harry knew that he had seen this girl before when he was at school. The only problem was that he couldn't quite place a name with the face. Suddenly a redhead and a certain ten galleon bet entered his befuddled mind. What was she doing in muggle London and dressed in muggle clothes at that? Well there was only one way to find out.

"Penelope?" He asked cautiously. Penelope Clearwater smiled happily back at him. "It's been a long time. It's good to see you."

"You to Harry. But if I may ask, what are you doing out here on a night like this? It's not exactly the proper night to go out on a stroll."

"It's my dear relatives," Harry answered sarcastically. "I'm just trying to get to the market before I develop pneumonia and die."

"You mean this one?" Penelope asked, pointing to a sign that hung over the shop's door.

Harry smacked himself in the forehead. "Oh well. At least I'm alive. That's a big accomplishment for me!"

Penelope giggled in amusement at his antics. "Come on. Let's get inside before we catch our death of cold."

The two magically inclined people walked into the store, glad to be out of the rain. They took a minute to shake the water from their clothes before going any further. They each grabbed a shopping basket and strolled the store at a leisurely pace. Penelope didn't have a time limit to get back and Harry just didn't care. Harry didn't like the silence anymore. He finally had someone from the wizarding world and he wanted to talk to her.

"So what are you doing in muggle London anyways?" Harry asked.

"Oh, visiting my muggle grandmother," she answered.

"Really? Does your grandmother know that you're a witch?"

"Yes! She thinks that magic is a good way to get things done around the house. So she likes to have a witch or two around."

"Well at least all muggles aren't like my relatives," he said bitterly.

Penelope picked a box up from the shelf and dropped it into her basket. She didn't know Harry that well but she could tell that he didn't like his relatives. "So, um, how have you been?" She asked trying to change the subject.

Harry wanted to answer but his mind started to go over all of the things that happened in the past year at school. Dumbledore's death and the prophecy weighed heavily on his mind. The search for the Horcruxes had his brain burning day in and out. He didn't want to burden Penelope with all of his problems. Especially since he barely even knew her. She didn't need all of his problems on her mind.

"Fine," he lied. His voice raised an octave and became waver. "I-I suppose that you heard about Professor Dumbledore?" He asked cautiously.

Penelope nodded sadly. The mood between the two of them had become somber rather quickly. "Yes. I read about his death in the Daily Prophet. Is it true that Pr-professor S-Snape killed him?" Harry nodded grimly, his anger swelling up inside. "I remember that I cried for hours after I read the paper. Percy and I didn't get to stay very long at the funeral."

Harry suddenly stopped short. At the mention of the Weasley's prodigal son Harry began to bristle with anger. It took him a second to realize that Penelope was still talking to him.

"Harry? Harry?"

"How is Percy?" He asked, forcing himself to be nice.

"Well you know Percy. He's doing fine though. The Ministry has really been pushing him a lot lately. That's why he was only at the funeral for a brief minute. I just hope he slows down in time for the wedding."

Harry blinked in confusion and looked at the girl a little more closely. His eyes drifted to her hand and he noticed the diamond engagement ring on her finger. "Congratulations," he said in a forced tone.

Penelope blanched back at the iciness in his tone. For a second she wondered if he had really meant that. Before she could stop herself she asked, "You, don't think much of him do you?"

"On the contrary," Harry replied. This earned him a confused glance from the older witch. "I think that he's a colossal prat. The pompous git gave up his family for the bloody Ministry of Magic. Do you have any idea how much grief he's caused his parents? He needs a good kick in the-"

"He's trying!" Penelope shouted in her fiancés defense. Her outburst caught Harry off guard as well as several other market patrons that were now staring at them. Penelope took a quick breath to calm her and continued in a softer tone. "This is hard on him to, okay. He knows that he was wrong. But…he's very proud and stubborn. Something that he got from his parents. You don't know anything about him!"

Harry raised his hands in a gesture of peace. It was obvious that she was upset and the last thing that he wanted was an argument. The next few moments of shopping were spent in an awkward silence. Harry decided to apologize since the silence was annoying the hell out of him.

"Penelope, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he apologized quietly.

The brunette lowered her head, ashamed of her outburst. "Me to. I really shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I guess I'm just a little quick to defend him," she admitted sheepishly.

"You must really care about him then?"

Penelope nodded enthusiastically. "He means more to me than anything in the world. When you fall in love you might understand."

Harry snickered and picked up a box of pasta. "Yeah. I doubt that."

"You mean that you think you won't fall in love?" Penelope asked.

Harry shook his head. "It's not about that. I think that I already-"

"You think?" Penelope interjected. Harry peered back at her with a curious glance. "If you have to think then you haven't fallen in love yet. When you do you'll know."

After their little talk about love the shopping trip was rather quiet. It was twenty minutes later that the two of them found themselves outside the store and under the awning. It was still raining and Harry didn't feel like getting caught outside in the downpour again. He leaned back against the wall and pulled a small square package from his coat pocket. The box was royal blue with a red square in the middle. Harry pulled away the plastic that the box was wrapped in and popped open the top of the box. Penelope watched him pull out a slim white stick and place it between his lips. He placed the pack back in his jacket pocket, pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette. He inhaled deeply and smiled at the calming affect the tobacco had on him.

"When did you start smoking?" Penelope asked, eyeing the cigarette.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Penelope. He had almost forgotten that she was there. "I'm sorry. Does it bother you? Because I can stop."

"No!" Penelope answered quickly. "Actually I was hoping that I could have one," she said sheepishly. "Percy doesn't like me smoking."

Harry smiled and held the pack out to her. "He's probably worried." Penelope nodded and took a cigarette out from the pack. Harry accepted the pack back from her and lit her cigarette. "Good?" He asked.

Penelope took a deep drag on the cig and exhaled. "Very. Thank you Harry."

"Don't mention it."

The two continued to smoke their cigarettes and make small talk. Penelope didn't have to be back anytime soon and Harry didn't care about getting back. Harry finished his cigarette first and stomped it out on the ground. He exhaled the smoke from his mouth and raised his arm to look at his watch. He didn't really care about his uncle's business dinner, but he also didn't want to have another fight with him for being late. Something was on his mind though. After his conversation with Penelope his mind was a mass of tangles and confusion. It wasn't until Penelope leaned down to pick up her own bags that he was snapped from his thoughts.

"How far of a walk is it for you Harry?" Penelope asked with a smile.

"About an hour. Why?"

Making sure that no one else was around Penelope pulled out her wand. "Reducio." She whispered, waving the wand over Harry's grocery bags.

Harry watched the bags of groceries shrink down to the size of an ink well. He smiled and picked up the bags to pocket them in his jacket. "That should help a lot. Thanks." There was an awkward silence until Harry spoke up again. "I should get going. I don't want to get into another row with my uncle."

Penelope sighed and nodded. "I guess I had better get going to. My gran is probably worried sick about me. Bye Harry!" She waved and started to run towards an alley.

"Penelope!" The brunette turned around and gave Harry a quizzical smile. "Tell Percy to send me an owl. I want to talk to him."

Penelope nodded ecstatically at the idea. She knew that despite Percy's readiness to agree with the Ministry, he actually liked Harry. "I will. Thank you Harry. Be careful on the way home! By the way the bags will return to normal size in about an hour. So don't dilly-dally!"

"I won't," he said with a laugh. "You be careful to!"

Penelope waved over her shoulder as she ran across the street. Harry watched her until he could no longer see the girls retreating back. Sighing, he decided to continue on his way. It had stopped raining but the night had gotten considerably colder. He could see a white vapor rise every time that he took a breath. Figures he would have to be out side on a night that was freezing cold. Wait a second? Freezing cold? Since when did it get this cold in the middle of summer? That didn't even happen in Britain. The hair on the back of his neck began to stand on end. The only time that he ever got that feeling was when dark forces were around. He felt the familiar feeling of being watched by something. 'Or something,' He though, remembering the time that he saw the big black dog in the summer before his third year. Harry pushed the thought from his head and picked up the pace a little.

He turned down a street and took comfort in the familiar surrounding. To his left were a row of houses that reminded him greatly of his godfather's house at #12 Grimmauld Place. True these houses didn't appear to be as rundown or decorated in the same creepy architecture as the old house. However, here in the dark it was really hard to tell the difference. He could almost imagine the snake like banisters and the creepy house elf heads mounted on the wall. Harry found himself longing of the day that he would get to leave the Dursley's' house and get to go back to the creepy old house. Would it be the same without Sirius though? Even though they used the house for the Order of the Phoenix it would still feel lonely without Sirius there. Just as Harry passed the last house he felt a particularly cold chill down his spine. It was like an icy knife had just cut through his jacket. If there was somebody following him he had to take care of the problem right now.

'This is no problem,' Harry thought. All he had to do was remember anything he had learned from his past duels. 'Okay. Tonks always told me to never draw my wand unless I was sure something was there.'

Harry reached up and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose; meanwhile his right hand was reaching for his wand. His eyes shifted down to the puddle that was just to his right, hoping to catch a reflection. In the darkness he could just barely make out the distorted reflection of a figure dressed in black. So there was someone there after all! Harry took a deep breath to steel himself and his fingers wrapped around his wand. Mentally counting to three he drew the wand and spun around. He crouched low and pointed his wand out towards the empty street. There was no one there at all. Not even a cat or dog. Just an empty street. Harry sighed in annoyance with his actions and straightened up. He placed his wand back in his pocket and shook his head.

"Great. Now I'm seeing things," he muttered.

"Yeah mate. I think you're losing your mind," his mind teased.

"Good then I'll be rid of you," Harry growled. He knitted his brow and smacked himself in the forehead. "Now I'm answering my own questions. Excellent. I've gone completely crackers."

Harry sighed for what must have been the thousandth time that night. He turned around and found that he was on the wrong end of a wand. Harry leapt back and pulled out his own wand. "Who are you?!" He demanded.

Standing in front of him was a figure that was draped entirely in black. He wore a large hooded cloak that fell all the way down to his ankles. Across the front of the cloak was a silver chain that traveled from one shoulder to the other. A long zipper held the cloak closed. The figure held his wand firmly in his gloved hand. The figures face was completely shrouded in the shadows of the hood. Harry squinted in an attempt to look at his face but couldn't see past the hood. If the figure wasn't holding a wand Harry would have thought him a dementor.

Harry steadied the hand that he held his wand with and glared at the mysterious stranger. "Who are you?" He asked again, in a firmer voice.

The figure in front of him smiled behind the cloak. "Very good Harry," he said in a masculine but calm voice. "Though if I was serious, you would be dead right now."

Harry's green eyes widened like dinner plates. "H-How do you kn-know my name?"

"You don't tend forget the last person you see. Now please, lower your wand. I am not your enemy," he said in a melancholic tone.

"Yeah?" Harry asked dubiously. "Well the wand that you're pointing in my face says differently."

The figure laughed and lowered his wand. "Looks like Moody has been teaching you well."

"Who are you?!" Harry tried again. "You know who I am and you know who Moody is!" He was starting to lose his temper with the strange man.

"Same old Harry. To be fair, the two of you are very popular in our world." Harry gritted his teeth but kept his wand leveled on the man in front of him. "Enough with the small talk though. I'm here to give you a message."

Harry's eyes narrowed slightly at this new bit of information. He lowered his wand and glared curiously at the man. "What kind of a message?"

The man crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. "The wizarding world is in danger Harry. Voldemort's forces have been growing in number. Death Eaters have continued to sweep over England like a plague; destroying all those who stand in their lord's way. He has recruited all manner of dark creatures and his power is steadily growing. The Ministry has lost many aurors and the order has also taken heavy losses." He stopped to make sure that Harry was paying attention and continued. "You are in grave peril Harry. With Dumbledore gone, Voldemort has become much bolder in his attacks."

Harry blinked in surprise. "How do you know all of this?! Who are you?!"

The cloaked figure smiled at Harry. Instead of saying anything he turned with a flourish of his cloak and bolted down the street. Taken aback by the sudden action Harry stood frozen on the spot for a second. As soon as his muddled brain had figured out what happened he took off after the man at top speed. The man was leading him on a wild goose chase down the streets of his neighbor hood. The man was fast and the only way that Harry could keep up was that he knew the area. He saw the man turn onto Magnolia Crescent and he decided to take a shortcut. Harry cut across the lawn of one of the houses and leaped a fence. The man was back in sight and Harry chased him all the way to the park. Finally the cloaked figure stopped in front of the gates to the park and turned to look at Harry.

Harry stopped in front of the man and drew his wand. He pointed the weapon directly at the man's heart and smirked. "This is as far as it goes," he said in a slightly labored voice. "Try to run again and I'll hex you into oblivion."

"I bet that you could…D.A. leader."

Harry grimaced in anger again. 'How come you know so much about me?'

"That should be obvious by now Potter. I know you."

"A Legilimens?" Harry asked in mild surprise. "Can you guess what I'm thinking now?"

"Besides you wondering about my identity?" Harry nodded. "You're wondering about what my message is. Well, here it is." The man reached up and yanked the hood back from his head. The lack of a hood revealed a handsome face framed by shoulder length brown hair. Grey eyes stared at Harry mischievously, a scar starting at the chin traveled down the length of his neck. "Surprised," the man asked.

Harry's grip on his wand started to loosen. His hand was shaking so badly that the wand dropped from his hand. The wooden instrument fell and hit the pavement with a dull clank. Harry fell to his knees soon after, he couldn't believe what or rather who he was seeing.

"H-h-how? Is…is it really you?" The man nodded and Harry shook his head. "No! You're dead! It's impossible! You have to be a ghost!"

The young man smiled. "I assure you Harry that I am just as real as you are."

"B-but how?"

"I'm sorry. I don't have enough time to explain that now. I can only give you this message." The vibrant smile on the young man's face disappeared and he suddenly became very serious. "They say that the only wizard Voldemort ever feared was Albus Dumbledore. But there is one other. The prophecy is getting closer day by day Harry. Start your training now. New alliances have to be formed in order ward off the coming darkness. Accept the hand of an enemy to receive a great ally; welcome those you never thought of. Keep the one who means most to you close, you'll need them in order to bring back the light. Do you understand?"

Harry shook his head, a stunned look plastered on his face. He didn't even notice that it had begun to rain again. He picked up his wand and stood to face the man in front of him. "I don't. I don't understand any of this."

The young man laughed. "Embracing the view of all four Hogwarts Houses may help. In time you will understand." He smiled and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder making him shiver. "Harry I understand that you must be scared. But trust in my words and your own abilities. I will keep as close a watch on you as I can. I believe in you Harry James Potter."

The man started to waver and disappear from the feet up. "No! Don't go yet! I need to ask you something! I have so many questions!"

"All in time," the young man whispered.

Harry watched as the messengers head disappeared into thin air. For a minute all Harry could was stand in the rain and stare down at his wand. Everything that had just happened was impossible, even by wizarding standards. It was impossible for people to come back from the dead. Once you were gone that was it. Yet, somehow this young man had found a way to cheat death. Then again so had Voldemort. The difference in their power levels was too vast though. How had he found a way to cheat death as well? And how come he didn't make himself known sooner? What was with that cryptic message and how did he know about the prophecy. These questions and more assaulted Harry's mind until he heard a beeping sound. He looked down at his watch and his eyes widened; he was going to be late.

Harry took off don the street as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn't too worried about getting the groceries back late; he wanted to send a message to Remus. He needed someone to talk to about this new situation. He tore past house after house not paying much attention to where he was going. Before he knew it he had reached Number 4 again. He hurried across the tidy lawn. Inside of his jacket pocket he could feel the bags of groceries starting to expand. He was going to make it just in time.

Harry reached the front door and flung it open. He stepped inside the house dripping wet from head to toe. He reached in his pockets and pulled out the groceries just before they returned to their full size. He dropped the bags onto the floor with a loud thump just as Vernon and Petunia entered into the hall.

"Your late boy!" Vernon roared. "Where the bloody hell have you been?! And what's the big idea of coming in here all wet!"

Petunia patted her husband on the arm and pointed to the wand that was still clutched in Harry's hand. The color drained from Vernon's face and he took a step back. Harry looked at his relatives with a blank stare on his face. Instead of saying anything he tore up the stairs towards his room. He was most likely going to be sent there for the night anyways. He dodged around Dudley (which is no small feat) and threw open the door to his room. He turned around and slammed the door shut, startling his owl Hedwig. He ignored the wild hooting for now and rushed over to his trunk on the ground. He ripped open the lid of the trunk and pulled out a fresh sheaf of parchment. He ripped a piece off and walked back to his desk. He grabbed a quill and dipped it in ink before writing.

Remus,

I hope that you are doing well. Unfortunately, this is not a friendly chatting letter. Something happened tonight. Something that makes no sense whatsoever. I need to talk with you immediately! Please come as soon as you possibly can!

Harry

Harry rolled up the piece of parchment and grabbed a bit of string. He walked over to Hedwig and poked her in the side. "Oi wake up!" Hedwig jolted and hooted indignantly but Harry ignored her. "I know that it's raining, but I need you to deliver this to Lupin. Do you think you're up for it?" Hedwig puffed her chest out proudly and offered her leg to him. "That's my girl," Harry praised.

After tying the note to her leg and giving her a treat he walked over to the window. He threw open the latch and held his arm out. Hedwig nipped him on the hand before taking off in a flurry of flapping wings. Harry watched the faithful owl fly until he could no longer see her in the night sky. He shut his window and ran a shaky hand through his soaked hair. Deciding that he didn't care that he was wet, he laid down on his bed. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened earlier that night. The identity of the cloaked figure had been too much to bear on its own. The words that followed didn't seem to help any.

Harry rested his head on his pillow and his eyes started to flutter closed. His last thought before sleep claimed him was, "How have things gotten so out of control."

Harry closed his eyes and was steadily taken over by the darkness. Ready for another night of restless sleep.

End Chapter

Well that's the end of the first chapter. I would appreciate some reviews to let me know what you guys think. Just remember that the legal age for buying tobacco in England is 16 and the legal drinking age is 18.

I bet you guys want to know who the cloaked figure was? Too bad. You just have to wait for the next chapter. Also if anyone cares to try: Guess what type of cigarette Harry smokes and I'll give you an honorable mention at the beginning of the next chapter. Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it so far! Till next chapter!