A/N: PLEASE REMEMBER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN BOOK 5 DON'T READ THIS. Otherwise Read and Review!
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Harry laid in his bed trying to sleep. He kept thinking about Lupin, his parents, and of course Sirius. Harry fought hard to swallow a lump in his throat whenever Sirius came to mind. It was just a few months ago that he had seen Snape's worst memory, with all of them in it. But the anger Harry had felt towards them was feeble now, because just one month ago…Sirius had died, and Harry blamed himself.
"I shouldn't have gone." he said to himself,
"Hermione said I shouldn't have gone and she was right. He'd still be alive if it weren't for me."
Harry felt the urge to scream, throw something, anything but that would of course wake up the Dursley's, something Harry definitely didn't want. When he finally turned over to go to sleep, his owl Hedwig came swooping in, letter and all. She dropped it on Harry's bed. Harry hadn't replied to a lot of the letters he had gotten, or even read them, but this was different. It was a letter from Hogwarts.
"It's a bit early for start of term notices isn't it?" he asked puzzled, looking at Hedwig, who hooted quietly.
Harry reached for the letter, it was different, it was a lot thinner than then usual letter they got. No this wasn't a notice, this was an actual letter. Harry slowly opened it. When he pulled out the parchment there were two pieces one in an untidy scrawl from Hagrid.
Harry,
Hope the muggles are treating you right. See you sooner than you think. Everything's fine here.
-Hagrid
What did he mean sooner? Puzzled Harry took the second letter which was longer and Harry also recognized the loopy handwriting. It was from Albus Dumbledore. Was he writing to check up on me? Is something wrong? All of these questions raced through Harry's mind as he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I do hope that you have been alright, since the events of last month. I am continuing to remind you, you are not to blame. I am writing to check on you yes, but that is not all. I do have one request of you. I was wondering whether or not you would consider coming to Hogwarts, two weeks early. There are some things you should know before school begins, and someone I would like you to meet. If you could come please send word with your owl, and a friend will be there soon to pick you up.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore
Two Dursley free weeks, two extra weeks at school. Harry somewhat lightened by this request, but all the more confused. He walked over to his desk, pulled a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink, and began his reply.
Professor Dumbledore,
Everything is ok here, I guess. I will come to Hogwarts when you ask. Anything not to be cooped up here. Thanks for the support, see you soon.
Sincerely,
Harry
It was short, but Harry felt it explained as much about life at the Dursley's as possible. He walked over to Hedwig and tied it to her leg.
"Can you take this to Dumbledore please?" Harry asked. Hedwig hooted with pride and soared out the window.
Harry then began to wonder, who would be picking him up? What kind of friend? Ron? Hermione? It hit Harry then,
"Probably a member of the Order." he said to himself as he rolled over to go to sleep.
The next morning, when Harry went down for breakfast, his Aunt petunia and Uncle Vernon looked sharply at him and Dudley his porky cousin kept his eyes on the TV.
"Haven't you gone back to that ruddy school yet?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
"No, not yet. But I got a letter last night. Headmaster wants me there early." Harry replied sitting down to his grapefruit (Dudley was back on diet.).
"How early?" Aunt Petunia asked almost bored and gazing out the window.
"Two weeks. Someone will pick me up." Harry told her.
"Fine. As long as they don't use the fire place." Uncle Vernon told him.
Harry only remembered to well the occasion when the Weasley's blew apart half of the living room, using Floo Powder. Harry left the rest of his grapefruit for Dudley to steal and retreated back to his room. Two weeks early was approaching soon, within the week. Harry threw the books he was finished with into his trunk and only kept out what he needed. As he put his Firebolt away, again he thought of Sirius. He had given Harry the broomstick as thirteen years worth of birthday presents. He placed the broomstick in the trunk, and went to the mirror Sirius had given him on his night stand. Harry had broken it last term but had then since repaired it. He wrapped the mirror in the Invisibility Cloak his father had left for him and shut his trunk. Hedwig soared through the window looking thoroughly tired. She gave Harry the letter and swooped to her cage. It was in a Hogwarts envelope, but the handwriting was that of Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Your not going to believe any of this. I'll explain more when I get there. Keep an eye out, especially tonight. See you soon.
Love From,
Hermione
Harry folded up the parchment and put it with the others in his trunk. He was leaving tonight. Not nearly as happy as he usually was, but still wondering what all this was about and why Hermione was involved. He packed up the rest of his stuff, and to his surprise he fell asleep.
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Harry laid in his bed trying to sleep. He kept thinking about Lupin, his parents, and of course Sirius. Harry fought hard to swallow a lump in his throat whenever Sirius came to mind. It was just a few months ago that he had seen Snape's worst memory, with all of them in it. But the anger Harry had felt towards them was feeble now, because just one month ago…Sirius had died, and Harry blamed himself.
"I shouldn't have gone." he said to himself,
"Hermione said I shouldn't have gone and she was right. He'd still be alive if it weren't for me."
Harry felt the urge to scream, throw something, anything but that would of course wake up the Dursley's, something Harry definitely didn't want. When he finally turned over to go to sleep, his owl Hedwig came swooping in, letter and all. She dropped it on Harry's bed. Harry hadn't replied to a lot of the letters he had gotten, or even read them, but this was different. It was a letter from Hogwarts.
"It's a bit early for start of term notices isn't it?" he asked puzzled, looking at Hedwig, who hooted quietly.
Harry reached for the letter, it was different, it was a lot thinner than then usual letter they got. No this wasn't a notice, this was an actual letter. Harry slowly opened it. When he pulled out the parchment there were two pieces one in an untidy scrawl from Hagrid.
Harry,
Hope the muggles are treating you right. See you sooner than you think. Everything's fine here.
-Hagrid
What did he mean sooner? Puzzled Harry took the second letter which was longer and Harry also recognized the loopy handwriting. It was from Albus Dumbledore. Was he writing to check up on me? Is something wrong? All of these questions raced through Harry's mind as he read the letter.
Dear Harry,
I do hope that you have been alright, since the events of last month. I am continuing to remind you, you are not to blame. I am writing to check on you yes, but that is not all. I do have one request of you. I was wondering whether or not you would consider coming to Hogwarts, two weeks early. There are some things you should know before school begins, and someone I would like you to meet. If you could come please send word with your owl, and a friend will be there soon to pick you up.
Yours Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore
Two Dursley free weeks, two extra weeks at school. Harry somewhat lightened by this request, but all the more confused. He walked over to his desk, pulled a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink, and began his reply.
Professor Dumbledore,
Everything is ok here, I guess. I will come to Hogwarts when you ask. Anything not to be cooped up here. Thanks for the support, see you soon.
Sincerely,
Harry
It was short, but Harry felt it explained as much about life at the Dursley's as possible. He walked over to Hedwig and tied it to her leg.
"Can you take this to Dumbledore please?" Harry asked. Hedwig hooted with pride and soared out the window.
Harry then began to wonder, who would be picking him up? What kind of friend? Ron? Hermione? It hit Harry then,
"Probably a member of the Order." he said to himself as he rolled over to go to sleep.
The next morning, when Harry went down for breakfast, his Aunt petunia and Uncle Vernon looked sharply at him and Dudley his porky cousin kept his eyes on the TV.
"Haven't you gone back to that ruddy school yet?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
"No, not yet. But I got a letter last night. Headmaster wants me there early." Harry replied sitting down to his grapefruit (Dudley was back on diet.).
"How early?" Aunt Petunia asked almost bored and gazing out the window.
"Two weeks. Someone will pick me up." Harry told her.
"Fine. As long as they don't use the fire place." Uncle Vernon told him.
Harry only remembered to well the occasion when the Weasley's blew apart half of the living room, using Floo Powder. Harry left the rest of his grapefruit for Dudley to steal and retreated back to his room. Two weeks early was approaching soon, within the week. Harry threw the books he was finished with into his trunk and only kept out what he needed. As he put his Firebolt away, again he thought of Sirius. He had given Harry the broomstick as thirteen years worth of birthday presents. He placed the broomstick in the trunk, and went to the mirror Sirius had given him on his night stand. Harry had broken it last term but had then since repaired it. He wrapped the mirror in the Invisibility Cloak his father had left for him and shut his trunk. Hedwig soared through the window looking thoroughly tired. She gave Harry the letter and swooped to her cage. It was in a Hogwarts envelope, but the handwriting was that of Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Your not going to believe any of this. I'll explain more when I get there. Keep an eye out, especially tonight. See you soon.
Love From,
Hermione
Harry folded up the parchment and put it with the others in his trunk. He was leaving tonight. Not nearly as happy as he usually was, but still wondering what all this was about and why Hermione was involved. He packed up the rest of his stuff, and to his surprise he fell asleep.