For a start, some of this story will be taken from my old story, which had a lack of interest, and I had severe writers block with it…

Disclaimer: I do not own anything… Rowling does…

Chapter 1:

Darkness loomed in the second bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive. In the shadows of that bedroom sat a young man. Sitting in silence as he had for a few days the young man flicked his rather characteristic scruffy raven coloured hair out of his eyes revealing a lightning bolt scar.

Harry Potter had been contemplating Sirius's death for a while now and had come to accept it but he still had a lust for revenge bottled up and controlled. Thoughts came unbidden into his mind and with a sigh Harry remembered Sirius falling through the veil again. In remorse. Harry whispered,

"I will not fail you,"

These were his first words that had been uttered for 2 days since Harry's return from Hogwarts. Aunt Petunia began to get a worried look in her eyes that did not suit her and Uncle Vernon was frustrated that his snide remarks made no mark in his nephew's supposedly empty shell. A sudden burst of energy swept up into Harry,

'That's it gone is the time for moping, now's the time for action'

That thought wrung through his mind for a day now but he did not do anything about it. Harry had revised all his books, now he was silently absorbing it in. From time to time thought like,

"Come-on lets look to the future…"

Harry surveyed his surroundings he looked at the unopened mail, he looked at one that had a gringrotts seal on it and slit open the wax with his nail.

Dear Mr Potter

Gringrotts has been informed that Sirius Black has ceased to exist, and we inform you that you are the sole benefactor of the Black Family Vault. We have arranged a visit for you with one of our goblins on the 31st of July to show you the vault. You must be aware that other parties will be present.

Yours Sincerely

Raphook

(Chief Goblin of London's branch of gringrotts)

"Not bad, I wonder who the other parties are… and Im going to have to write to Dumbledore…"

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I have decided to take an interested role in this war but I'm going to need your advice, we need allies and you need members for the order. I hope to use my fame for the only thing its good for…

Harry Potter

"Oi moody…!"Harry shouted out the window,

"What potter…"

Almost as if he was expecting the shout must have been that constant vigilance thing.

"Take this to Dumbledore…"

Harry tossed the letter out to moody who caught it and apparated away. Then drumming his fingers to the weird sisters Harry waited for Moody…"

Pop

"Potter, Dumbledore is coming…"

Harry just groaned, Mrs Weasely would be against him and Dumbledore would tell him he is too young…

The sound of apparition echoed through Harry's room as Hogwarts most esteemed headmaster appeared.

"Harry my dear boy, we have matters to be sorted…"

"Yes, headmaster…" Harry droned in submission,

"Ahh do not worry, for I have not disagreed with you," the wizened old man began, "However on the light of your thoughts, we do need allies and we have one major place that we need…" Dumbledore paused and sighed and continued,

"Ball's, dances and gatherings from late summer to end of September will be hosted to inspire Morale and there would be many allies to be gained there as we do not fight purebloods as a hole or the ministry or other important people…"

"…but sir how can I help there…"

"You will go to them Harry, as a young powerful aristocrat, charismatic and famous. You could draw many contacts and allies. You could gain allies with people that know much about the death eaters which would give us insight into the dark lord's ranks. It is an unexplored wealth of information."

Harry just nodded resounded but one thought cropped up 'Im not a powerful aristocrat'.

"Ahh Harry you will be, you will be…"

With that Dumbledore disappeared from Harry's room leaving Harry to ponder his thoughts.

Ahh Is a bit of a short chapter but I need to start somewhere…