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Chapter One – Back to the Dursleys

Harry turned around and looked back at the Hogwarts Express. Students were still piling out of the doors, eager to be re-united with their families. The shock of Dumbledores' death was still fresh in the mind of everyone. Harry wished that he would be able to get back on the train on September the first, but he knew that he won't be, he couldn't. It was uncertain still, if the school would be re-opening, but Harry did know that he wouldn't be going back. He had to finish Dumbledores' work, and to fulfil his own destiny.

Harry headed towards the Weasleys. As he pushed his trunk, he glanced around and saw that there was a dozen Aurors placed around the platform. He shouldn't have been surprised by that, though, he did hope that there wouldn't be any trouble.

"Hello Mrs Weasley." He said as he joined the group. Mrs Weasley looked up from where she was checking that everyone had their luggage. She smiled at Harry and pulled him into a hug.

"Hello dear," she paused and straightened his collar. "Now, I want you to promise me that you will stay in contact. Don't say too much, just let us know that you're okay."

Harry smiled. "I promise"

The group started walking towards the barrier between Platform nine and three-quarters and the muggle world. Mrs Weasley went through first followed by Hermione and Ginny and then finally Harry and Ron. When Harry had passed through the wall he could see Hermiones' parents rushing towards them.

"- sorry, the traffic was horrible… then there was nowhere to park. Oh, it's so good to see you again sweetheart."

As Hermione was being embraced by her parents, Ron turned to Harry and whispered.

"You got any idea when you want to leave?"

Harry looked around as if checking to see if the coast was clear before replying in a hushed tone.

"I'm still not sure, there's the wedding to go to first. So, straight after that?"

Hermione came over to them then to say goodbye. She hugged them both and with a quick, "See you soon!" she was gone.

A large, beefy man with an oversized moustache cleared his throat,

"Boy! Get over here!"

"Goodbye Mrs Weasley. Ron, Ginny." Harry nodded to the Weasleys and with a sigh Harry turned around and started to follow his Uncle out of the station. He loaded his trunk into the boot and put Hedwig onto the backseat before he got into the car himself. He glanced back in time to see the Weasleys one last time before his Uncle drove away.

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When they arrived at number four Privet Drive, Harry got out of the car and went to open the boot when a hand slammed down in front of him. Harry looked up to see his Uncles face, mere inches away from his own.

"I want to make one thing very clear to you boy! You're only here, because you have to be. When you leave, you're not coming back! Understand?"

Harry stared back at the face that had, for so many years, terrified him. He looked his Uncle in the eye as he said,

"Perfectly!"

Mr Dursley wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and he refused to look away, blink or show any sign of weakness.

"Whilst you're here, under my roof, I want you to stay out of our way. Stay in your room or go outside, I don't care. But I don't want to see you any more than I have to!"

Harry maintained the glare, feeling as though he wanted to see the Dursleys less than they wanted to see him.

"Fine by me!" He all but growled.

If Mr Dursley felt any emotion towards his nephew at that moment he didn't show it. Instead he looked away and went to put his key in the car door. He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for Harry to remove his trunk and Hedwig. When he had, Mr Dursley rushed up the drive and into the house, closing the door behind him. It was as though he thought that if he spent any more time with Harry then he would come out in a horrible rash.

Harry slowly walked up to the front door, his trunk in his right hand and Hedwig in his left. He pushed open the door and headed up the stairs without anyone else acknowledging him, for which he was thankful.

Opening Hedwigs' cage he watched as she left through the open window. He fell back onto his bed deep in thought. A feeling of helplessness rose from within him as he lay there. As it always did when he was at the Dursleys, yet this year it wasn't the same. This year it wasn't down to the adults to solve the problems. This year… it was down to him.

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Harry had been at the Dursleys for a week. He'd spent most of it avoiding the Dursleys. At the moment he was staring into space as the glow from the streetlight outside filtered in through his open window. It was early in the morning, too early for the Dursley to be awake and the house was peaceful, except for the occasional snore that rumbled from Dudleys' room next door. Hedwig was off hunting so Harry was very much on his own. Surprisingly Harry hadn't received news from his best friends since he left the station. He had sent a letter to both of them yesterday morning and as of yet hadn't received a reply. Maybe he would receive news today.

As the repaired alarm clock on his bedside table beeped slightly as it reached seven o'clock a large Barn Owl swooped in through the window and landed next to him on the bed. There was the latest copy of the Daily Prophet in its' beak and it was obviously waiting to be paid and relieved of its' burden. Harry quickly rummaged in his trunk and extracted his money and put a few Knuts in the leather pouch. The owl had already left through the window before Harry had even untied the string.

He unrolled the newspaper and started to read. Nothing really caught his eye until he reached the fifth page. There was a picture of a burnt down house which was accompanied with a small article. When Harry had read the first line he felt like someone had thrown ice-cold water over him.

Teenage Girl fights to protect her family against Death Eaters.

Seventeen year old Hermione Granger fought against a group of four Death Eaters last night when they forcibly gained entry to her home and attacked her and her family. She was able to raise the alarm and held the Death Eaters off until help arrived. They were apparated to safety and the men and women who arrived to help fought the Death Eaters. However they got away after setting the Grangers house on fire (inset). The Granger family are believed to be treated for minor injuries at St Mungos. There is also an unconfirmed report that a body was removed from the wreckage.

At first it was thought that Miss Granger had been targeted because she is a muggleborn. However it may also be because she is one of Harry Potters' closest friends. She was also believed to of fought against the Death Eaters when they gained entry to the Ministry of Magic last year as well as Hogwarts last month.

Every day we hear of more and more attacks on the wizarding community, however we need to ask ourselves one thing. Why are there children fighting a war that should have ended a long time ago?

Harry read over the article three times before it sunk in. "unconfirmed report that a body was removed from the wreckage". Who was it? The paper said that the "Granger family" were at St Mungos, but was that all of them? Was Hermione okay?

Harry grabbed a quill and a pot of ink from the table next to his bed and a piece of parchment that was lying on the floor and hastily scribbled a note to Hermione. It wasn't until he looked up at Hedwigs' cage that he remembered that she had gone hunting last night and hadn't returned yet.

He looked back down at the note. His hands were shaking and the edges of his vision were becoming blurred. 'She has to be alright, she has to be!' Harry thought furiously. It was his fault! If she hadn't been friends with him then she wouldn't have been hurt.

Harry had been so focused on his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Hedwig had glided in through his window. He started when she landed on is shoulder, but managed a smile when he realised what it was.

"Hedwig! I have a job for you. Don't look at me like that! Hermione might be hurt. I need to know if she's okay."

Hedwig had glared at him when he had said "job", yet she seemed to soften. It was almost as if she realised what had happened. Without further protest she stuck out her leg for him to tie the letter. As soon as he was finished she swooped out once again, leaving Harry to his thoughts.

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Later that day Harry was sat at the dining table with the Dursleys eating what Aunt Petunia had called "lunch". In fact, for Harry, it was a plate of carrot sticks.

Harry finished his food and was about to stand up when he heard a crack come from the front of the house. At the sound, the Dursleys looked around confused whilst Harry jumped up and pulled out his wand. He started to head towards the door but was stopped by a fuming Mr Dursley. He had seen Harry take out his wand and was fuming!

"PUT IT AWAY!" Mr Dursley roared, spit hitting Harry in the face. "What do you think you're doing boy?"

Harry ignored and ducked under his arm. He was a few feet from the door when the doorbell was rung. He was still aware of Mr Dursley talking to him, but he blocked him out. He was confused to say the least. His first thought when he had heard the sound, he had thought that it was Death Eaters. Yet, even they weren't stupid enough to ring the doorbell! Where they?

Harry lowered his wand, but didn't put it away. He saw Mrs Dursley go to answer the door and stayed mere feet away. He was therefore shocked when he heard the voice that came from outside.

"Hello, is Harry there please?"

Despite her protest Harry yanked the door out of Mrs Dursleys' hand and stared at the person stood on the doorstep. Relief flooded through him when he saw her. It was Hermione.

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Harry sat on his bed and listened to Hermione as she told him what had happened at her house.

"…and when I saw the Daily Prophet this morning, I knew that if I didn't let you and Ron know that I was okay then you'd go and storm the hospital or something."

Harry winced at that. Hermione seemed to know him a bit too well.

"Anyway, as you can see. I'm fine"

"But the paper, it said about a body. Who was it?"

Hermione sighed, "One of the Aurors who came to help. I don't know what happened; I'd already been apparated away. From what I can gather they fought the Death Eaters, nearly got them too. But they got away and set my house alight before they went though."

"They got away! Do you know who they were?"

"No, I think they were some of Voldemorts new recruits. By the way that they were talking they were just there to torture muggles. I don't think they realised that there was a witch living there. They didn't recognise me when they saw me. So I don't think that they were sent there for me."

"What? A coincidence that you were living there?"

Hermione shrugged, "I don't know. I just don't"