––– CHAPTER ONE –––

New Friends, Old Enemies

It was the middle of summer, and the magical boy of Hogwarts was sitting in his room looking at his photo album. Harry Potter was now 15-years-old and the way he was celebrating his birthday was sitting in his room, looking at all the fun times he had. Harry was having a terrible summer. His friends hadn't written to him, and they weren't answering the letters that he sent. Harry wasn't sure what was going on with them, but at least he had Headwig to keep him company. Another thing that Harry was concerned about, was Gwen. Last time he saw her was at the train station on platform 93⁄4. He really missed her, and wondered if she was all right. He had sent her lots of letters, but never received a reply.

Summer was almost over and Harry was bored out of his mind.

Most of the summer days seemed to go on forever and Harry couldn't stand it any more. One day, Harry decided to go outside for a walk. His aunt was outside, tending to her flower bed. She wasn't paying attention when Harry walked by. She was a little startled.

"Oh!"

"Sorry." Harry said.

"And where are you going?"

"For a walk." replied Harry.

"Well, just be home for dinner."

"Like you really care if I'm home for dinner." muttered Harry under his breath.

"What was that?" asked Aunt Petunia.

"I'll be home in time for dinner." Harry said as he walked off.

Harry didn't really know where he was going. After a while of walking, he ended up in an alley somewhere near an abandoned park. Harry didn't care where he was, just as long as he was away from his relatives. Suddenly, Harry started to feel a little cold, which was strange because it felt like 75 ̊ outside. As Harry kept walking, he started to feel colder and colder. It was starting to get dark. Harry started to feel a little strange. He felt as if there was nothing to be happy about. He tried to see if there were any Dementors around. Then, Harry heard a noise. He pulled out his wand and turned around, only to see Dudley standing behind him.

"Oh, it's you." said Harry.

As Harry looked around, everything seemed to be going back to normal. He was still unhappy, but almost like a 'there's no more happiness left in the world' kind of unhappy. He just felt as miserable as he was before.

"Why are you following me?" asked Harry.

"I'm not. I was walking home when I noticed you. So I thought I'd have some fun and scare you."

"You're a strange kid." said Harry, giving Dudley a disgusted look.

"Not as strange as you."

"Is it your joy in life to torment me?" asked Harry, as he walk back to the Dursley's house, with Dudley following behind.

"No. You're just an easy target. Besides you're only here for the summer, so

I have to get in all the time that I can to torment you." said Dudley.

When Harry and Dudley arrived back at the Dursley's place, they could see Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon getting ready to leave somewhere.

"Dudley, get in the car. We're going out for dinner. Harry there's a TV dinner in the freezer. We'll be back around 10:00 or so." said Aunt Petunia.

"And Boy, don't burn down the house. Got it." growled Uncle Vernon.

"Yes." said Harry.

After the Dursley's left, Harry went inside to watch some television. At about 11:30, Harry was feeling a little tired, so he decided to go to bed. The Dursley's still weren't back yet, but Harry didn't seem to care much. Over the years, Harry's learned to tolerate his relatives enough not to care where they are. Most of the summer, Harry avoided his relatives. He spent most of his time in his room and rarely came down for dinner. Harry wanted nothing to do with the Dursley's and vice versa. As Harry was bringing his dishes to the kitchen, he suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine and then, everything started to get dark, like it did in the park. Suddenly, Harry couldn't think of any happy thoughts. He knew what was going on. He turned around and saw a Dementor glaring right at him. Harry quickly reached for his wand, but his hands were too cold to grasp it and he dropped it.

Harry couldn't think properly and didn't know what to do. Usually Harry was quick to defeating a Dementor, but it had taken him by surprise. Suddenly, a white eagle flew right past him. Instantly, the Dementor vanished and Harry could feel his fingers again. When he finally came back to his senses, Harry turned around. Three witches were standing behind him. One witch was tall, had short, bright, blue hair with black stripes all over. She was wearing a long brown coat with a dark green turtleneck, a pair of brown jeans and black boots. The other witch standing beside her, was a little shorter, but was prettier. She was wearing a blue jean jacket, pink shirt, brown corduroy pants, and brown shoes. Also, she had long, bright blonde hair. The third witch, standing next to them, was about the same height as the second witch, but she had paler skin with dark purple hair, wore a long black coat with a dark purple shirt, a pair of black pants, and black boots.

"Hello Harry." said one of the witches, "My name is Tronks, and these are my sisters; Bobel and Janez."

"Hello." said Bobel.

"Hi." said Harry looking a little confused.

"Now, I know you're probably wondering why we're here," said Tronks "But we can explain that to you on our way out. So quickly get your things and we can be on our way."

Harry wasn't even going to bother asking any questions. He just went upstairs and packed his things. As soon as he was ready, they left the house.

"But what about my aunt and uncle?" asked Harry.

"Oh, we left them a note." replied Tronks, as she got onto her broom.

Once everyone was on their brooms and were in the air, the three witches told Harry everything. They explained that a dark force was out to get him, hence the Dementor at his house. Harry wasn't surprised. He had a thought in his mind of who it might be, but he wasn't sure. They told him that he needed to go somewhere that no one would think to look if they were trying to find him.

"But how do you know who I am?" asked Harry.

"Harry, everyone knows who you are." answered Janez. "Plus, we were good friends of your parents. Bless their souls."

Harry still had a few questions, but he decided to wait until they had landed before asking them.