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Chapter One
Harry Potter sat on his bed. It was about five weeks since he returned to Number 4 Private Drive from Hogwarts. The summer had never seemed so endless.
After his third year he had always been hopeful of Sirius coming to take him away so he could live with him. But that was no longer an option. After what happened in the Department of Mysteries, it seemed that he would only be able to leave after his graduation from Hogwarts after his seventh year. That left two years.
"Oh, Sirius, I should have listened to you and the others when I was told to stay put. I should have left Snape to his own business and continued with the Occlumency lessons. I wish there was some way that I could go back and change everything from where it went wrong. My parents and you would be alive and everyone would be happier." As a tear made its way down Harry's cheek and he slipped into sleep, he didn't notice that he had been staring at the first star of the evening or that it flashed brightly for a moment.
AN: Yes, this is the beginning to another fan fiction of mine, but I thought it would be a good beginning to this one as well.
The next morning Harry awoke to the sense that something was different. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but there was something was not the same as yesterday. He opened his eyes and looked around. At first he didn't recognize the place, as he was not expecting to be there until September 1st, but he soon realized that he was in the Gryffindor boy's dorm. What's going on? he wondered.
He got off the bed and began to look around for some clue as to how he got there and why he was there so early. Had Death Eaters attacked last night while he slept? The first thing he noticed was that the person in the bed next to him was a complete stranger. Okay, this is weird, he thought, where's Ron? The next was that although there were five trunks in the room, the only one he recognized was his own.
From the sounds of the rest of the room, most of the people had left for breakfast. He decided to go down there and find out what was going on. Besides, Professor Dumbledore would be down there and he could find out from him. As he walked into the common room, he couldn't help noticing that some of the decorations and places to sit looked very strange and somewhat newer than he was used to.
Halfway to the Great Hall, Harry realized that he should have checked the map to make sure that Professor Dumbledore was indeed at breakfast, but as he was very hungry, he decided that it would be pointless to go back and get it. He bumped into another stranger that he was pretty sure he recognized from somewhere.
"Move out of my way, Potter." she sneered.
"Excuse me, but you bumped into me," he said looking at her robes and seeing she was a Slytherin.
"Where's your friend Sirius? I thought you two never left each others sides," she sniffed disdainfully.
"What?! Wait a minute, I knew you looked familiar," Harry paled, as he realized that he was looking at a much younger version of Bellatrix Black Lestrange.