A/N: This is a new fanfic that I have started. I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoy writing it. Any suggestions or Beta Readers are more than welcomed. Music that I listened to while writing this fic= Michael Jackson, WBSS08, Caursel, So if it seems kind of boring blame it on those songs. LOL. Anyways Read and Review please. Or just read, what ever you fancy.

Chapter 1 Removal

A sixteen year old in the mixture of a boy and a young man snorted in his sleep. His fair skin was pressed onto the top of his desk. A soft hoot sounded off in the room and the boy jumped up in anticipation. He held a what looked to be a stick up in the air. Wildly he locked his bright green eyes onto anything that could harm. Realizing the noise had come from his snowy owl, Hedwig, he let out a sigh and sat back down. He removed his glasses from his face and rubbed at his temples, a headache had formed hours ago and it was barely leaving him.

He glanced at the clock, a quarter to twelve, it read. He stood back up, replacing his glasses and started picking up papers that were on his desk. He glanced at several before throwing them over his shoulder in annoyance. He narrowed his eyes at a piece of parchment on the border line of falling off the desk. Quickly he snatched the paper up and read it once again. It was a letter from the headmaster of his school.

Dear Harry,

I will be at your home five' til' twelve on July 31st. To discuss important manners and your next year of schooling.

Yours Sincerely ,

Albus Dumbledore

When he had first received the letter he had not believed any of it. Now as the time moved forward he was uncertain if one of the greatest wizards of all time was going to make an appearance like he said he would. He, Harry, was not an ordinary boy. In fact, he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He held up the stick he had used to defend himself earlier and stuck it in his back pocket as he made his way downstairs to the front door. Waiting for a sign that the Wizard was here. At exactly eleven-fifty five, a loud pop sounded outside on the doorstep. Harry grinned madly as his Aunt Petunia walked out from the kitchen and nearly collided with her nephew. She shot him a dirty look as Harry's Uncle Vernon walked down the stairs in his pajamas. "Who the bloody hell would ring this late at night." He huffed, he elbowed past Harry and pulled the door wide open. "Your sort is not welcomed here." He made to shut the door, but a well placed foot in the door frame stopped its progression.

"Now, be sensible Mr. Dursley. I have traveled a long ways to talk to Harry and your family." He forced himself into the house. He glanced around at the Dursley and sighed. "Let us pretend you invited me to sit in the guest room." He made his way into said room as if he was a constant guest. He took his seat. Harry came and sat down across from him. The Dursleys reluctantly followed and sat down. Except the youngest Dursley, Dudley, who stood in the hallway glancing in at the man.

Dumbledore took a long look at his pupil. "Harry I am here for two reasons. The first is that Sirius' will has recently been found," He paused as he watched guilt cross the young man's features. "He has left everything to you."

" I don't want it." Harry said without thinking, "of course the Order can still use Grimauld Place as it's headquarters."

"Unfortunately it does not work that way. Sirius was the last living Black. If him leaving you everything is indeed true then we can continue, but if it passes onto the next relation of Sirius it would go to Mr. Malfoy."

Harry stood up on his feet. "NO! I don't want Sirius stuff going to that prat."

"I understand. There is a test to see if you are indeed the heir to the Black fortune." Dumbledore stated.

"How do I take it?" Harry asked making himself calm down.

"Simple. Kreature." Dumbledore said.

An audible pop was heard throughout the room. They all looked down to the floor. Harry shivered as his Aunt let out a high pitched shriek. "Shut up." He yelled at her. Kreature, the mangy house-elf that had belonged to his godfather sat on the floor tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to serve a blood traitor." He sobbed out.

"If you are indeed the holder of the Black fortune then Kreature will have to obey you. Go on, give him a order."

Harry looked at Kreature, "stop crying." He snapped out. The elf stopped at once his hand closing around his on throat trying to disobey the order.

"Well then. You are indeed Heir of the Blacks." Dumbledore said clapping his hand together. "Then we shall continue to use Grimauld as the headquarters, as soon as it clear of Mrs. Lestrange."

"What is that woman doing in Grimauld Place?" Harry demanded.

"The moment she killed Sirius she went their. She about figured out that it was our headquarters. You will have to demand she is removed from the premises." Harry nodded and did as he was told.

"Um what is the second one Professor?" Harry asked.

"With Voldemort being out in the open to the public I do not think that it is safe for you and your family," he held up his hand to stop Harry from interrupting, "I feel that it would be safer for you four if we set up a hiding place."

"I don't want to hid from him, like some coward." Harry stated his face slightly turning red.

"I know you don't. I know you have faced more than any child should have to, yet you are not ready to defeat him. First you need to understand him. Find out why he has become the way he his. He is a puzzle you need to solve before you can move onto the next step." Harry nodded in understanding.

"Then where is the safe house."

"Forks, Washington, U.S.A."

"My family is not uprooting for your kind. We will stay here." Vernon demanded stomping his foot down. The floor shook as the large walrus of a man tried to make his point.

"Uncle Vernon, It isn't safe, but if you want to stay and be murdered by a psycho then be my guest. I wont' stay here with you." Harry retorted.

"Vernon. I think we should go." Petunia said her eyes going from Dudley to Harry and then finally to her husband.

Vernon huffed. Harry knew when his Aunt voiced her opinion then the matter was settled. It was always done her way. "Good decision. The house is ready to be moved into. I have your passports," he reached into his robes and pulled them out, "you have an hour to pack some luggage then you will be escorted to the airport."

"What about our stuff here?" Dudley asked.

"Don't worry it will be in your new home once you get there." The room fell silent.

"Professor, how will I get to Hogwarts?"

"We will discuss that on the way to the airport. Now go and pack some things." Harry slumped his shoulders in defeat and headed up to his bedroom. He wondered if Ron and Hermione were also being re-located.