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Harry Potter and the White Bumblebee

Chapter I

It was another depressing trip to the Dursley's. Harry hated the thought of returning to Privet Dr., but he had promised Dumbledore he would return one last time to receive the magical protection it offered. Dumbledore…It was hard to believe he was gone. Harry couldn't get it out of his head. Dumbledore calling to Snape for help, and Snape hit him while he was helpless. The adavera cadavera curse. A flash of green light and Dumbledore fell to his death, his broken body just lying there. And Harry could do nothing. Dumbledore had struck him with the petrifying spell while he was under the invisibility cloke to protect him. Why… why did he do that? "I could have saved him!" Harry mumbled angrily to him self as he kicked his books across the room. But it was over now. Nothing could be done. Dumbledore was gone, and now Harry was on his own. He had promises to keep. He had to find the rest of the horcruxes Voldomort had left behind to hide his ripped and twisted soul. He would have his final revenge on Voldomort! But more that that, he would have his revenge on Snape! He hated him as much as Voldomort now. Snape had taken away Dumbledore, just like Voldomort had taken away his parents and caused the loss of his God-father Sirius Black. Everyone Harry got close to was taken away, everyone he loved…Ginny! Dear sweet Ginny.

He couldn't bare the thought of loosing her or Ron or Hermione. He had to stay away from them, no matter how much it hurt him. He had to keep them safe. Soon his stay at the Dursley's would be over and he could do what he needed to do. Find Snape and kill him. Then he would find the horcruxes and kill Voldomort.

Two weeks had passed. Harry had gotten several owls from Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Even Hagrid had sent and owl or two. But Harry had sent no reply to anyone. He had to keep them safe. He didn't want them knowing his business. They would try to help and then they would get hurt. Someone always got hurt. He couldn't stand the thought. The weight of all these feelings was becoming unbearable. He had to do something. What could he do? A pensive! That's it! Dumbledore was always tossing his unbearable thoughts away into the pensive. He couldn't just go buy one. His friends would surely track him down in Diagon Alley. There was one place he could remember seeing one he could use, but that was at Number 10 Gimauld Place, and he was sure to be caught there too. But, you couldn't find something you couldn't see. Harry knew what he had to do. He would have to hide Number 10 Gimauld Place. He had seen the spell in one of the books Hermione had given him for his birthday this year. Good old Hermione, always thinking of improving everyone else's intellect. Harry turned to his owl Hedwig and held her out the window, "Meet me at Number 10 Grimauld Place, alright girl?" Hedwig flew away. Harry knew she would find her way. Harry found the book and flipped to the spell he needed. And then…POP! He transformed himself in front of Sirius' old house. It was Harry's house now. "Well I might as well use it." he said to himself. He looked down at the spell book, "Well here it goes……CELODOMUS! Harry shouted at the house and flicked his wand. Suddenly it began to fade, like a blurry watercolor painting left out in the rain, and then it was gone!

Sirius' old house was anything but cozy. But, it would be a good place for Harry to gather his thoughts together and keep him hidden from everyone else. Thoughts…"Oh yeah!" Harry said to him self as he remembered the pensive. He found it under the sink littered with all the other odd things that Creature had hidden like a packrat. Harry pulled it out and dusted it off. "There, this will do." And he held it up as if inspecting it for defects. "Now all I need is that book Hermione gave me." "Oh, right, here it is." Harry flipped through the spell book to the page about pensives. He closed his eyes and thought of all the things he had to do that were heavy on his mind. He put his wand up to his temple. Then he said the spell to himself in his thoughts. "DISTINEOACULEUS". A thin silvery wisp came away from Harry's temple as he lowered his wand to the pensive. There in the bowl it swirled, all of Harry's heavy thoughts, they looked so small and light to him now. He felt…relieved. Now Harry could go find Snape. It would all be over soon.