Chapter 1
"He is not coming back Harry"
Nearly Headless Nick's voice rang through Harry's head as he sat on his four-poster bed in his dormitory. He stared through his window as he sighed. It would be Harry's seventh and last year at Hogwarts.
The sun was starting to come out when Harry decided he would get up and get dressed. He slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt quietly to make sure he wouldn't wake any one up. He silently went down to the common room. It was empty except for a few cats. The fireplace was cold and empty. He took his place on his favorite armchair by the fireplace. After about fifteen minutes Hermione came down wearing a pink nightgown.
"Hello Harry," she said sitting in the chair next to him "Everything all right?"
"Ya," he muttered. Hermione had changed a lot over the summer. Her fuzzy brown hair had now of a reddish blond tint to it and was more wavy than anything. "Just been thinking-"
"About Sirius" Hermione interrupted.
Harry nodded. Everyone still knew he was under the grief of losing his godfather.
"I can hear some people moving around upstairs. I'm going to get changed and then I will meet you in the great hall" Hermione aid as she got up and walked off to her dormitory.
Harry got up and walked out of the fat lady's portrait. Hermione was right. You could hear shuffling up stair of people getting dressed and ready for the day to start.
He didn't cross anyone on his way to the great hall except for a bunch of giggly first year Ravenclaws.
As he walked into the great halls he rubbed his eyes. There were really not that much people except for 4 Ravenclaws 2 Hufflepuffs and 1 Slytherin. He had a piece of toast and a muffin to eat. As the great hall started to fill he got up and headed off to the library. When he to there he sat in the back studying for his NEWTS. After fifteen minutes or so he fell asleep.
Harry suddenly found himself walking through the corridor of the Department of Mysteries.
"There is a door in the department of mysteries that always stays locked"
But why? Harry thought to himself. He opened the door to the department and met the circular room. He quickly went to the door on his right. On the floor right in front of the door there was a handle that looked as though it belonged to a knife. Harry picked up the handle and looked at it
"It's Sirius knife" he said to himself.
Harry reached out his hand to open the door. The doorknob of the door was burning hot and it burnt Harry's hand. Harry drew his hand quickly from the door
Its open. Harry quickly took his hand and opened the door quickly. A grey fog came out of the room. Harry walked into the pale grey fog. Suddenly the knife blade melted back onto the handle.
