Chapter 1
The red light hit him squarely in the chest. Even as he fell his voice still echoed through the room. His body gracefully arched as he fell through the black veil. As he disappeared, the laughter had not died completely from his face.
"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed, sitting bolt upright breathing hard. His hand was stretched out in front of him as he tried to reach his godfather… but he had gone. Three years ago, he had gone and it was almost like Harry was trying to reach back in time and save him…
A light through the crack under his door showed Uncle Vernon had heard his yell, but Harry didn't care if he had awoken the whole street.
His bedroom door burst open as Vernon Dursley stormed in.
"What on earth are you yelling about, boy?" He hissed.
"What d'you care?" Harry snapped back.
"That you're probably going to wake the whole street! That's the second time this week you've woken us up, now what are you yelling about boy?"
"I told you what happened, remember? Sirius? Jog your memory?" Even though it had happened years ago the memories still haunted Harry's dreams.
"Your Aunt and I just don't get you boy! I don't want to hear another sound out of you."
Harry glared at his uncle over the rim of his glasses.
"Just don't do it again!" and the door snapped shut behind his Uncle.
Tap tap tap. Harry shifted on his bed. Tap tap tap. He turned around to face the source of the noise. At his window hovered an owl. Harry slowly rolled off his bed and pulled back his curtains fully allowing the morning light to pour in. He unlatched the catch on the window so the owl hopped in.
Harry was used to owls coming to his bedroom window at all hours of the day but his aunt and uncle over time had begun to keep quiet about it because the amount of arguments the owls coming over the recent years had caused they'd just given up and stopped nagging.
He recognised the barn owl immediately as his friend Hermione's, Gaia. It flew over his head dropping a letter on the floor and landed lightly on the perch where his snowy owl, Hedwig was nestled.
Harry knelt down to pick it up and as he saw Hermione's handwriting he felt much calmer as the events from the night before hung over his head.
He sat back against his bed and unsealed the envelope. The message wasn't written on parchment as what was normally used in the wizarding world, but ordinary white paper, and written in pen.
The letter read:
'Hey Harry how's your summer holiday doing? Actually stupid question as Ron and I know how much you hate it there at your aunt and uncle's, which is kind of why I'm writing to you. I'm inviting you and Ron to my house for the rest of the summer, as I'm sure you've both realised that you two have never actually been to my house. Mum and Dad say you can come as soon as, if you like and if you write back a date and time we can pick you up to save hassling your uncle and you probably don't need that right now.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Hermione.'
Harry folded the letter, now excited, as soon he would probably be meeting up with two of his classmates, and best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
The three of them had first met seven years ago on the school train, the eve before their first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron and Harry had instantly become friends, but it was a few weeks later that Hermione had bonded with them. They had stayed friends all that time, except when they argued of course, and helped each other out of extremely sticky and dangerous spots countless times.
Harry bounded down the stairs in a lighter mood than he'd felt that summer, and slowed down to approach Uncle Vernon, who was reading the paper.
Harry cleared his throat loudly to get his attention, but his Uncle merely turned the page. "Er… Uncle Vernon, I wanted to ask you whether I could go to my friend's house for the rest of the summer?"
Uncle Vernon turned to the next page. "Will they be collecting you?" he grunted. "Yes." Harry replied.
"In that case you can go then, and when did you say they'd come?"
"I didn't," said Harry. "But her parents said whenever, as soon as."
Uncle Vernon lowered the paper and looked at Harry, who was desperately trying to straighten his face.
"How far away to they live?" he grunted again.
"Somewhere in London."
"Fine. What are you waiting for then? Tell them to come and get you as soon as possible, now get out of my sight; couldn't you see I was trying to read the paper?" he snapped.
"Yes…" said Harry distractedly.
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