Well, hello ppl. This is my first fic so please be gentle…and don't forget to review…

So on with the show…

The drops can be heard upon the rooftop on number 4 Privet Drive. This summer, unlike the last, is filled with rainstorms. The inhabitants of number 4 could always be described as one thing, normal with, of course the one exception being the one person whose mood matched the weather.

Harry Potter was nothing normal even though he so desperately wanted to be. However, he didn't want to be normal like his family was. If he wanted to be as big as a whale or as nosy as a school girl then he's better off being abnormal. No, he wanted to be normal as in 'I am a normal teenage boy without the fate of the world on my shoulders - literally.'

And he did have the fate of the world on his shoulders – literally. And it was all thanks to a prophecy that was made before he was born.

'If only it was Neville –' he started but was interrupted with another thought.

'What am I saying? Of course I wouldn't want Neville to be the Chosen One…'

"The Chosen One"; that is what the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, and the London Wizard had dubbed him. What is interesting also is that Fudge finally got what was coming to him. He was run out of office and now Amelia Bones was the impromptu Mistress of Magic. Many people wanted Albus Dumbledore to be the Minister, but he politely refused, stating that

"While I would gladly be the Minister of Magic if there were no better candidates, I will have to politely refuse on the account that I am an old wizard and I will need to use my strength for Hogwarts. However, you should do well not to be disappointed, as I have two candidates with whom I would be glad if they were chosen. The first being Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office and Amelia Bones. Thank you, and good night."

Right now the Boy-Who-Lived was on his bed staring at the ceiling lost in thoughts, not about the prophecy, however, but about Sirius, his late godfather as of two weeks ago…and it was all his fault.

'Sirius, why did you have to go after me? You would still be alive and, and…' Harry broke out into a sob. Ever so gently, he whispered,

"Why did you have to leave me?"

To this question there was no answer. The only noise that could be heard was soft pitter-pat of the rain on the ceiling.

Pitter-pat…

All of a sudden he heard the doorbell ring and his lazy uncle belch out,

"Who would be out in this bloody rain!"

Harry could hear the… shuffling? No, more like earthquake-inducing footsteps of his uncle go to the door unlock it and yell out,

"What the bloody hell- hey! Watch where you are pointing that you freak!"

Harry grinned. He knew it was Remus because of the letter he wrote Harry a few days ago telling him that he needed to talk with him. Also, anything that would make his uncle truly mad would make Harry happy.

He could hear footsteps coming up the steps and knew that it was Remus'. He then heard a knock on the door. He started to grin but remembered himself.

'You can't get close to anyone; they'll just get hurt by Voldemort! Stay focused!' He thought to himself as he took a moment to recollect himself, his stony face becoming restored once more. He opened the door and saw a man in tattered robes with a sad smile upon his face and Harry felt his heart break in half again. This was all his fault.

Remus smiled and said,

"Well…can I come in then?"

Harry was startled out of his thoughts and in an voice devoid of emotion, said,

"Yes, you may come in,"

Remus came in and quickly took out his wand and performed a drying charm upon himself.

"I knew I should have done the Impervious charm before I left, it makes it easier so that I don't have to do the drying charm," Remus said, trying to make some small talk.

It wasn't working.

"Listen, Remus, just cut to the chase and say what you came here to say already," Harry said. He just wanted this to be over.

"Listen, Harry, I know that it has been a rough 2 weeks for you but please don't take your anger and frustrations out on me," said Remus with a surprisingly calm face.

'It didn't work!' thought Harry. The plan was to get Remus angry with him.

'Oh well, now we are going to go with another approach.'

"Just… shut up. You don't know anything about what I have been going through," Harry said this with a monotone voice yet again.

"I know that you are hurting inside and that you probably blame yourself. You probably want someone to help you through this time but you don't want people near you in case they die," said Remus fluently.

At this Harry was stunned. How could this person possibly understand him so well? It was impossible.

Almost as if he read Harry's mind, Remus said,

"Oh come off it Harry! You wear your emotions out on your sleeves. Which is one of the reasons why I am here…to train you."

"Train me? In what?" Harry replied too shocked to not notice his monotone voice gone.

"In a couple of things but mainly the reason is occlumency."

Harry's mind raced at the thought. Lupin teaching him occlumency? Did he really want Lupin seeing all of his memories; good and bad? When he had been at his lowest? Definitely not.

"I haven't had a vision all summer. You really don't need to be teaching me anything…" Harry rambled trying to think up an excuse.

He couldn't.

"Harry, do you really think that I would disobey direct orders from Dumbledore?" said Lupin as he thought,

'Or the orders from your parents that I would do anything I could to protect you? I have failed so far James, but not anymore!'

Lupin continued,

"Well now that all that is settled, I think that you should head off to bed because you are waking up at 8:00 a.m. to begin the training here."

Something inside Harry's head clicked together and he started,

"Wait a minute! Are you telling me that not only am I being forced to be trained and you looking into my memories and waking up at 8:00 a.m., but I have to stay at the Dursley's!"

Remus calmly replied,

"Yes, but we will be moving to the Burrow when you have been able to block me. I think we will be gone from here in about 4 weeks or so."

'4 weeks' This kept resounding in Harry's head.

He didn't even register when Remus left, all he did was think.

'4 weeks with Remus and the Dursleys…why do I feel like before this is all over, something either really good is going to happen or something really bad?'

well, that was it! Pleaz review and I hope u like the story…

I will repost depending on reviews, thank you.