Chapter 1: - New Beginnings

It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done?
I miss the life
I miss the colours of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
'Cuz now again I've found myself
So far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down
Away from the sun again
Away from the sun again

3 Doors Down - Away From The Sun

Harry Potter lay on his bed, staring at the wall, just as he was doing for the last few weeks. He hadn't
showered or eaten in days, and his room was a mess! Owl droppings all over the floor Hedwig's cage, his
school books and robes strewn untidyly from his trunk onto the dirt-ridden floor.

There were also many unopened letters from his friends and many other memebers of the Order. To be
frank, Harry couldn't be bothered by them, he didn't need nay pity, he just wanted to be left alone.
The Dursleys' on the other hand, glowed in Harry's absence, they carried on as though Harry never existed
even though this was their ususal behaviour, it just seemed to get worse, in thise sense. The only one who seemed
to still care was Aunt Petunia, she left him plates of food and cups of tea or juice, just to show that some part of
her still cared. Harry was beginning to think that she knew about Sirius, but a part of him thought that she was still
doing it because she had to. It was nearly midnight now, as the 15 year old Gryffindor checked his calendar.

"Oh joy, " he said sarcastically, "tomorrow's my birthday."

It seemed that he had just rested his head onto the pillow when he was rudely awakened by an annoying
pounding on the door. Opening his eyes, he turned to the clock on his bedside table.
"3:16 am" it read.

"Why now!" Harry grumbled as he rolled his eyes and got groggily out of bed.

On the other side of the door, was his very flustered uncle. Ever since that little chat at the train station with
Moody, the Dursleys stayed clear of Harry.
Vernon Dursley, was a very big man with a tree trunk as a neck and then, there was also the very frequent
pulsating purple vein that appeared from his neck to his temple; this vein always seems to appear whenever he sees
Harry.

"What is it that you want?'' asked Harry coldly.

Flushing, Uncle Vernon answered, " I will not accept your rudeness in my house!"

"Is that all?" asked Harry almost seriously, but sercretly, it tickled him.

"You have a visitor," he spat, " I will not have anyone with your ABNORMALNESS in my house!"

Laughing to himself, he said, "It's abnornality."

With his uncle's face turning from red to violet, Harry turned to go down the stairs with a rather large grin
on his face. It's been a long time since he had had a good laugh.

In the living room, sat a nervous 17 year old girl, who was wondering if Professor Dumbledore had done the
right thing by letting her come back into a world that had forsaken her years ago. At the sound of feet, she
rose from the couch to see a quite handsome young man in a vest and sweat pants. Apparently, Harry Potter
wasn't as skinny as people said he was, he had well - defined muscles and abs and a very nice...

"May I help you?" said the rather annoyed voice of Harry, who had brought her out of her thoughts.

"Hi, umm, my name is Alex Walker, Prof. Dumbledore sent me to pick you up, as I'm sure your uncle told
you, but I'm afraid we have to hurry though." she said.

"Yes, he did," replied Harry, while quietly taking in the looks of this girl.

She was tall, about 5'8 as far as he could see, she was quite pretty and dressed in black, not robes, but
muggle clothing, which showed her curves too. She had long, sleek, black hair, dark brown eyes and a pretty
smile.

"But why didn't anyone tell me this before?" he asked.

"Because you didn't reply to any of your letters." she said simply.

"Oh." mumbled Harry. He felt rather guilty because he suddenly remember the huge pile of unopened letters
on his desk.

"Well, I guess I have to pack then." he said then turning and running up the stairs.

While waiting for Harry to pack, Alex settled herself down on the couch and pondered the effectiveness of
Professor Dumbledore's actions.

FLASHBACK
East London

Friday, 13th October 1994.

The Walker Family were a group of lowly pure-bloods with more power than one could even imagine,
but unfortunately, they were considered as traitors in the eyes of the Ministry and most of the wizarding
communities naturally agreed with them too. Traitors because they were said to have assisted the
vanquished Dark Lord Grindelwald in his grotesque, killing sprees of innocent muggles and wizards alike.
So naturally, they were supposed to be sent to Azkaban but with their immense power, it woundn't make
any sense to send them there in the first place so they were banished.

Now, they were only a few of them left until now.

A black haired girl sat in the attic looking sorting through some things piled up in the boxes. Even
though it was a school day, this girl never attended, she was home-schooled. It wouldn't matter if
under-age magic was detected because the Ministry of Magic completely ignored this particular family
so did the rest of the magical community.

Her mother had just stepped out for a few minutes but she never came back. It was nothing to worry about
becasue her mother did this all the time, she just went back to looking through the boxes, she found what she
was looking for and left the room. She ran lightly down the stairs and sat in the cosy armchair next to the fire.
Her mum often said it reminded her of Hogwarts days in the Gryffindor Common Room. On every occasion,
she would ask her mother why doesn't she go to Hogwarts and all her mum would reply with was simply because
they didn't want them there. When she tried to ask why, her mother would suddenly change the topic and she never
bothered to ask the question again, but she would soon find out 'why' soon enough.

Alex often liked to read her mum's old school books so her searching through boxes wasn't unusual. This book
she was reading was her mum's yearbook. She was always fasicinated to see the moving pictures instead of
the dull muggle pictures she's so accustomed seeing.

Usually, when her mother said she'll be back in a few minutes, it was 2 hours, Alex had gotten used to it because
her mother always sat down with the next-door neighbour, Mrs. Slocombe to hear all the juicy gossip but today
she felt something bad was going to happen because it was 5 hours since her mother came back, it was nearly 8
in the evening.

2 hours later, she got an owl from her grandmother saying that her mum was killed, just those few words, no
further explanation. Then everything after that seemed to go so fast, from Professor Dumbledore arriving at her
doorstep the next day telling her about a new mission that she's involved in until now, being seated in Harry Potter's
living room...well his aunt and uncle's anyway.

She was released from her brooding with footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Well, I guess I'm ready now." said Harry, buttoning his shirt.

"Alright, let's go then." she replied.

Exhaling deeply, she got up from the couch and lead Harry outside to her car. The BMW 7 Series...wizards do have nice taste.

The car ride to London was a quiet one, it was still early in the morning and it was a Saturday too, so not many cars were on the
road. Glancing over at Harry, Alex noticed that his shoulders sagged and he looked like how she felt...alone.
'Well, someone has to break the silence,' she thought.

"In here's rather boring don't you think?"

"would you like to listen to the radio?" she asked.

"Sure." Harry replied quietly

Turning it on, the DJ was playing 'Since You've Been Gone' , followed by ' Away From The Sun' and then to make things worse
'Miss You'
'Blimey, what a choice of songs to hear when you're in a mood like this,' she thought and quickly turned off the radio.

Taking a closer look at the boy, he looked as though he hadn't eaten in days.

"Hungry?" she asked

"I was wondering when you were gonna ask me that question!" he said with a small smile.

Laughing, she pulled into the nearest restaurant. It wasn't even a fast food one, like she would've usually chosen, it was an all you
can eat buffet, with actual food.