A.N: This is my first story on and I hope it's a success. This is the first chapter!

Chapter One

Harry always liked Hippogriffs. Well…that wasn't true, when Hagrid had first shown them in that memorable class, Harry couldn't deny a certain wariness of them. However, he did develop a type of fondness of Buckbeak. He didn't exactly fly like a firebolt, and he wasn't exactly innocent.

Harry could not deny though, that seeing Buckbeak tear out at Malfoy was particularly amusing, and he couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

He sat on his bed at number four, Privet Drive thinking of past years. He thought of all the good memories, the triumphs, anything to get his mind off of Sirius.

It was his summer before sixth year, and the terror and grief of fifth year still hung heavily over Harry's head.

Harry remembered how blissful Buckbeak looked when Hermione and he had used the Time Turner to set him free, the same relieved look had shone over Sirius's face.

At the remembrance of Sirius, a lump rose in Harry's throat. It felt like he had gotten punched in the stomach. Harry tried desperately to swallow the lump as hot, bitter tears formed in Harry's eyes. The lump remained.

Harry threw himself onto his pillow in frustration. This year would be so hard. There would be so many people who thought they understood him, so many familiar faces trying to comfort him.

At least, Harry thought bitterly, they'll know that I was telling the truth about Voldemort.

He'd been thinking about Voldemort a lot too. He was on the loose, so many Death Eaters not caught. People weren't safe, and now they knew it.

Dumbledore had sent word that he would be arriving tonight, but Harry strongly doubted it. Although the image of Dumbledore stepping through the door, purple robes and all, smiling politely as the Dursleys' mouths hung open, was the quite amusing.

"BOY!" Vernon Dursley's booming voice echoed up the stairwell. Harry rolled his eyes, then standing up; he brushed any tears from his eyes.

Slowly he began to walk downstairs.

"Hurry UP, Boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled impatiently, his fat face beginning to resemble a tomato.

Harry sped up his pace, scowling. He kept in mind that next year at this time, he was free from these people forever. This cheered him up a little. Uncle Vernon's piggy little eyes were narrowed and his foot tapped impatiently on the fuzzy carpet. Aunt Petunia stood in the background, her hands holding gently to Harry's large cousin, Dudley.

"Why didn't you tell us that your crack pot headmaster was coming?" Uncle Vernon hissed angrily at Harry, "he is now in our sitting room, and I don't know how to get rid of him!"

Harry grinned broadly, "He came then?!"

Uncle Vernon growled. He didn't say anything however, but merely waddled into the sitting room.

Harry felt joy swarm his heart and he stepped quickly into the sitting room, after Uncle Vernon.

Albus Dumbledore perched contentedly on the sofa, sipping at some tea. He turned at the sound of Harry coming in.

He put down his tea, and smiled "Ah, Harry, all packed I presume?"

Harry's eyes looked downwards; he had not, in fact packed. "Well…I- I didn't think…" he let the sentence trail off.

Dumbledore nodded knowingly, "Didn't think I'd come? Yes, I didn't think you would. However I AM here, so I expect you go should go and get your things."

Harry nodded quickly, before leaving the room and running to pack his trunk and wake up Hedwig.

Down below, he heard voices. Uncle Vernon's voice was loud and angry; Dumbledore's voice was calm and quiet. However Harry thought he heard a trace of disappointment hidden amongst the politeness.

When he was finished packing Harry ran down stairs. Everybody's heads turned up.

Dumbledore smiled "Ready then, Harry?"

Harry merely nodded. Dumbledore, stood up, as did the Dursleys. Dumbledore turned to them and said quietly, "You did not do as I asked. You have never treated Harry as a son." The Dursleys seemed lost for words and a certain chill had entered the room.

And with that, they made there way to the front door, where Harry would leave Number Four, Privet Drive once again.