"Don't Stop Believing"
Chapter 01
July 27, 2005
Harry was staring into the night sky, when he heard the scream. Harry jumped up and within minutes was standing down stairs with his wand out. "Boy, put that wicked thing away. NOW!" Uncle Vernon's yelled, as Harry was rolling his eyes and retreating back upstairs.
Harry inserted his wand back into the pocket of his jeans and looked around. Finally, he found what he was looking for in the bottom of his trunk. He pulled out a piece of parchment, ink, and a quill and set about writing a letter to Ron.
Ron,
How have thing been at the Burrow? Good, I can assume? Thing here are as uneventful as ever. Uncle Vernon is now furious with me. He keeps yelling about magic in his house, when he doesn't realize the danger. After three days of being here, I heard Dudley scream and ran downstairs with my wand out. Dudley have simply gotten stuck in the doorway. Not a week later, he had done it again, this time screaming louder. Once again, I came running with my wand ready. He has now realized that if he yells, I will come running. He seems to get a kick out of staying up until three in the morning, then screaming bloody murder. Aunt Petunia simply passes it off as nightmare's and scolds me for running through the house.
They have no idea, Ron. Voldemort is looking and he won't stop until I am dead. The sooner I am gone from here, the better for all involved. The Dursley's are the worst of people, but I don't wish them dead, because of me. It's already caused too many deaths. My parents, Sirius, Dumbledore. I'm giving Dumbledore until my birthday, and then I'm leaving Ron. I can't take the risk. I would have never come back had it not been what Dumbledore wanted.
Send everyone my love. Ask Mione if she's had any luck researching.Tell your mum I loved the pie's. Tell Ginny I said hi. Hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Harry
Harry folded the letter, and tied it to Hedwig's leg, before sending her on her way. The Dursley's had of course refused to let Hermione and Ron stay. They were so angry at the fact that Harry had even asked, that they had screamed for hours, until finally, Harry gave up and went to his room.
So, now two weeks later, Harry was as lonely as ever. Thoughts of his friends, the Weasley's, and Voldemort were all he thought about. Hermione had gone to stay at the Burrow, because her parent's had insisted it upon learning of Dumbledore's death. They were sure that they couldn't protect their daughter against the people that Hermione had told them of.
Harry longed to go to the Burrow. He knew what was coming and he preferred to be around people he knew truly cared about him. Hermione was hard at work trying to figure out where the other Horcruxes might be located. Ron was trying to help, much to Hermione's delight. According to her last letter, he had actually read through an entire book. Even Harry had been surprised by this, but he knew why Ron was putting everything into this.
Ron knew it was coming. Everyone knew it was coming, and everyone was on alert. Professor McGonagall had notified the Dursley's of what was going on, and why Harry must stay. Vernon had tried to tell her he didn't care, but Aunt Petunia simply nodded and told Vernon to let it be. It was only the summer. With that, McGonagall was gone, and Harry was left alone.
Now, all he could do was wait. The prophecy was simple. 'Nether can live while the other survives'.He was waiting for the inevitable to come. Waiting to kill or maybe even waiting to die..