This is my first fic and I hope you like it! Please review so I know what I doing wrong and if I'm even doing good! Well Go on

and hopefully you will be waiting for more and more! Although I don't promise another chapter soon...:D

~*~NOTICE: OKAY I really kept messing up the story line so it was TOTTALY screwed up...so I fixed ALOT of things from my

last one and redid the plot and YEAH so finally I think I have a good story line, the beginning is the same as the last one but

at the part near the letter its CHANGED!!! Ugh hope ya like it!~*~

Disclaimer-ALMOST everything is J.K. Rowling's I just made some stuff up...yeah



~*~Chapter 1. No more~*~



It was the day before Harry Potter's 16th birthday and was mid summer as sunlight poured into his room. His

midnight black hair had grown longer than last year, and was almost to his earlobe. Last year, a lot of things happened to

Harry. The one person he loved the most, died, and he had to either kill, or be killed. Harry never wanted to go back to

Hogwarts. He wanted to forget being a wizard. For the past five years at Hogwarts, Harry had been at near death each year.

Even the most powerful wizard in the world wanted him dead. He had a scar to prove it. His lightning bolt on his forehead

had been there ever since the most powerful wizard, Lord Voldemort, had killed his parents and tried to kill him.As far as

Harry thought, he had nothing left for himself. "Why do I even go back?" Harry wondered. He thought of all the crazy things

that happened to him. Harry had battled snakes, dragons, spiders, and of course, Lord Voldemort. He was fed up with

everything.



Harry glanced into the mirror and sighed. He saw a very skinny but tall boy. "Big one six. Too bad Siri- " he

choked. "Sirius," He whispered again. Harry looked down at his trunk and began to pack for Hogwarts, but as he did so,

something shined in his eye. He looked inside his trunk. Harry saw some books, a robe belt, and a piece of a broken mirror.

Harry choked back tears and picked up the piece. It was a part of the mirror that his,godfather, Sirius,gave him. Harry

flashed back in his memory when Sirius had died. Harry didn't do anything to save him. Suddenly Harry felt a surge of anger

to Dumbledore. "Dumbledore could have told me why I had to take Occlumency, he could have helped save Sirius." Last

year Harry had to take occlumency so Lord Voldemort would not tempt him to go down to the Ministry of Magic, but Harry

never got to finish his lessons and for not finishing, Harry's godfather ended up dead. He shook his head,and looked into

the broken mirror. He saw himself, but in pieces. Harry clutched it in his hand until he had cut himself and threw the mirror

against the wall.



"HARRY!" yelled his uncle, Vernon, "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Harry closed his hand with the cut and slid

downstairs. He scanned his uncle.A large man, with barely any hair now, and stubby fat fingers. He was the worst man to get

on his bad side with, but he was scared of Harry and thought he would do magic on him. Last year Harry almost got expelled

for doing magic outside of school grounds, and Harry wished he had gotten expelled. For then, nothing bad would have

happened at school. Harry's aunt stood behind her husband with her lips pursed. She unlike Harry's uncle, was a skinny

petite lady. Very bony, yet tall.



"What?" Harry said gloomily.



"Who sent THIS?" Harry's uncle shuffled back and pointed to a letter with a present, which was torn and

damaged.

"Ooh Dudlykins it's okay! We will buy you something too!" Harry's aunt, Petunia, said as she hugged her son. Dudley,

Harry's cousin, stared at the present angrily, but eagar to open it himself. "Erm...I don't see what's wrong," Harry growled.

Vernon looked at Harry about to blow his head off. "THIS," Vernon yelled, "IS ADDRESSED TO YOU!" Harry stepped forward

slowly and glanced at the letter in awe. He ran his fingers across it and lifted it to get a closer look. His mouth dropped."Is

this suppost to be a joke?!" Harry whispered angrily. "I DON'T know you tell ME, idiot!" Vernon yelled, his face was purple

with anger and rage. He clearly was past his temper.



"IT BETTER NOT BE FROM ONE OF YOUR...FRIEND THINGS!"



"MY FRIENDS AREN'T THINGS! MAYBE YOU ARE ONE BUT

THEY AREN'T!" Harry grabbed the present and letter before he could hear his punishment, ran up to his room, and locked

the door.



Harry threw his present on his bed, sat on a chair and stared at the letter in his hand. He read, and reread the to

and from. "It...just can't...be...," Harry whispered in disbelief. Harry rolled his eyes."It's probably just a sick joke." He

swallowed hard, then broke the seal. Harry scanned the letter quickly and then stared at the letter. He then went back to the

top and read it slowly, all over again.



Dear Harry,

The Order and I have been planning something for a long time and

there is a way you might POSSIBLY be able to live with me. Now don't get your

hopes up boy because it may not be possible....



Harry stared at what he had read so far.

...You see there is a little girl who has lived with deatheathers her whole life and

we think she might be able to help us. So we plan on "taking" her but she needs

a place to live. So the Order was thinking she could come live with me, but I don't

think that would be too great. So thats where you come in! You can come live with

me and of course her. Well we don't know if it will happen but it might.

Love,

Sirius





There was a loud crash downstairs, and Harry dropped the letter to run out of his room to see what it was. He

crept downstairs and looked at what had happened. Petunia looked like she had fainted, while Dudley was huddled up with

Vernon in the corner. The kitchen table had broken in half and the Dursleys' breakfast had fallen on the floor. There were a

few papers on the floor, but most everything else was perfectly fine. Harry also noticed what looked like a small bundle in the

corner. Harry stared at it hard trying to figure out what it was. Then he noticed, it was a little girl. She had long brown hair

and a small little face. Then Harry glanced at the fireplace.Right in front of the fireplace, facing each other, were two people.

One of them was Tonks. Her wand was directly at the other, a hooded figure's,chest. While the other person, who Harry did

not recognize, was pointing his wand directly at Tonks' throat. She swallowed hard.



"TONKS!" Harry yelled.



"Harry stay away from here, run! I'll protect the others just run, NOW!" Tonks never took her eyes from the hooded

figure.

Harry ran upstairs into his room and threw everything out until he found his wand. He grabbed it and ran downstairs again.



"EXPE- " He was cut off.



"HARRY DON'T! JUST RU- " Tonks froze.

A green spark flew from the hooded figure's wand to Tonks' throat.Tonks choked and fell onto the floor. Her wand dropped

and blood dripped from her mouth. Harry ran to Tonks and stared at her.



"Don't die, please Tonks, don't die," Harry whispered.



Tonks pointed to the girl, "S..a..ve........h......er..."

There was a pool of blood near Tonks' head. Harry stood up and looked at the figure. Rage pumped through Harry's blood.

Harry faced the hooded man and pointed his wand straight at him while kicking the guy's wand out of his hand. With Harry's

free hand, he quickly took off the hood from the man.

"LUPIN?!?" Harry stared at him not able to believe his

eyes.