Chapter one: Owls...
Harry Potter sat in front of his small desk in his cramped room. The reason the room was cramped was because Harry's cousin Dudley kept his broken or unused toys in it. The reason Harry was in front of his desk was because he was reading the letter he had just finished writing.
Dear Professor Lupin,
I am sending Hedwig to you with this letter and the remains of a mirror. The mirror once belonged to Sirius, but it broke last year. Could you possibly try and fix it? If you could that would be great! I'm sorry this letter took so long to finish; I almost forgot the three-day wait. The Dursleys are finally being nice; mainly because I let it slip to them that you're a werewolf. Even Muggles know what werewolves are. I'm slowly getting over the fact that Sirius is dead. I still haven't got my OWLs, but when I do, I'll be sure to tell you.
Harry
Harry, satisfied with his letter, walked over to his owl and tied the letter to Hedwig's leg. Hedwig flew out the window with a soft hoot.
If some people saw this scene and read Harry's letter, they would have been surprised and confused. What, they would ask, is a Muggle and why did the skinny sixteen year-old give a letter to an owl?
As it turns out, these people probably would be Muggles. Harry Potter, resident of number four, Privet Drive, is a wizard currently going into sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When Harry Potter had been only a one-year-old baby, Lord Voldemort had murdered his parents. Lord Voldemort had then tried to kill Harry. The killing curse did not only fail to kill Harry, but it rebounded upon Voldemort. Voldemort fled from the Potter's house barely alive.
In Harry Potter's five years at Hogwarts, he met Voldemort four times, each time barely escaping with his life. Last year, Harry had finally learned why Voldemort had killed his parents and tried to kill him. A prophecy had been made fourteen years ago, foretelling the coming of the only one who could defeat Voldemort. It said that either Harry or Voldemort must die at the hands of the other.
When Harry went to the Ministry of Magic last June, his godfather Sirius had come with other members of the Order of the Phoenix. While dueling his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, she hit Sirius with a stunning spell that propelled him through a giant veil. Sirius died on contact to the veil. Harry took Sirius' death very hard, saying it was his fault.
Harry walked over to his window. I'm slowly getting over the fact that Sirius is dead. He hated lying to Lupin like that. The truth was, Harry was getting over the fact Sirius was dead, but slowly hardly explained it. Every night Harry had nightmares of Sirius. Sometimes, Sirius was flying through the veil; sometimes he was fighting of a werewolf; and other times, although Harry did not know why, he was at Grimmauld with a knife quivering where his hand had just been. Harry missed Sirius more than he thought he could miss anyone else, except perhaps his parents.
As Harry stared unseeing out the window, he noticed a large jet-black owl flying towards his room. Wondering if Lupin had already got his letter, and wondering more still why it wasn't Hedwig coming back, Harry stepped aside and let the owl soar in.
Wow my first cliffhanger! Just incase anyone still has any doubts this is a serious fic. please don't send any silly reviews. Besides for that, please review all you want!