Hey guys. I'm going to try and work on this and my other story equally. As it is this is the first chapter. Please review! Any criticism would be helpful

Chapter 1

Harry was tossing in his sleep. Visions were flashing through his head but he couldn't grasp them all. Sirius falling through the veil. Cedric being murdered. Pettigrew escaping. Dumbledore dying. He woke with a start. Groaning he rolled out of bed and went to the window. It wasn't that long ago. Two weeks ago he had still been in Hogwarts and Dumbledore was alive. But now everything had changed. It was all his fault. He had gotten Dumbledore killed he had hurt Ginny...

He felt a particularly painful twinge in his heart. Ginny. He hadn't wanted to break things off with her. He still cared for her. But he couldn't endanger her again. He sighed and began to scan the skies for Hedwig. In just a few weeks he would be out of here. He would be free from the Dursley's.

He saw her flying towards him majestically. He smiled slightly something that hadn't happened since he had left. As she got near he opened the window. He was surprised to see a letter attached to her leg and even more surprised that he didn't recognize the handwriting. He went to open it and stopped. He heard Moody's voice in his head. Constant Vigilance! What would the old Auror say if he saw Harry about to open a letter from someone he didn't know.

Cautiously he opened the letter. Several pieces of paper fell out along with two rings and a serpent necklace. He avoided touching the rings or necklace and picked up the parchment.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I realize that you don't recognize my handwriting. If you are reading this than it shows that you still have some trust left. That is good. Trust and love. They will see you through anything you attempt. Now no doubt your trust has its limits. I feel confident in saying that you have avoided contact with the other contents for fear of a trap. I can assure you that these items are completely safe for you to touch. Perhaps we could meet in public sometime? Somewhere where you could of course be watched. I am willing to wait until after your 17th birthday to ensure that you can defend yourself without retribution. If you are inclined to meet me than send back a reply with this wonderful owl of yours.

Sincerely Yours
A friend.

Harry was confused. He went to his desk and took out a few pieces of parchment. On one he wrote that he would meet him in public. This one he set aside. The next one was a note to Mr. Weasley. Maybe he could give some advice. On the third piece he began a note to Ginny. He had done this a lot over the past week. He pleaded for her to come back to him. That he really cared for her. That he was lost without her. Most of the notes were like this. He crumpled it up and put it in the trash. He didn't want to endanger Ginny but it felt good to get his feelings on parchment.

Hedwig flew over to him and held out her leg so he could tie the letter to it. He flopped down on the bed after it was tied and she walked to the window and took off. He began drifting off to sleep and was awoken with a bang on the door downstairs.

He stood up and pulled out his wand in one fluid motion. His hand was remarkably steady as he walked to the door. He stopped with his hand outstretched. He could hear voices. His aunt and uncle were talking at ease with the people downstairs. He opened his door slowly. and stepped out into the hall.

"No! I am telling you that we do not want any fireworks! Now please leave!"

"Aww.. did you hear that dear brother mine?" the voice that was speaking was oddly familiar. " He doesn't want any fireworks. Oh well. I guess we'll have to settle for something else. Any ideas?"

Harry could see Uncle Vernon pale at what these people could be thinking.

"By George!"

"Yes? Oh sorry to interrupt. continue please."

"I think we should take the boy. What do you think?"

Harry was shaking with silent mirth. He knew who was outside. And seeing his uncles face at the prospect of facing them was adding to the humor.

"Yes. Let's go get him."

"Now see here! You can't just go barging in here! This is my house!" Uncle Vernon raged as two identical red heads stepped into the house. They both pulled wands out of their sleeves and pointed them at his uncle.

"You were saying?" The first said. It was obvious he was full of mirth and couldn't hold it all in.

Uncle Vernon paled and stepped between the two and Petunia. The second Redhead turned and saw him.

"Ah Harry! we just came to sell fireworks! Do you come here often?"

"Hey Fred. George. How're things at the Burrow? How's Ginny and Ron? What about Bill? Is he still marrying Phlegm I mean Fleur?"

"Whoa! Easy Harry! you're going to explode if you keep this up. Slower and take deep breaths." Fred was smiling up at him.

"Yeah yeah. So what was that I heard about 'we should take the boy'? To the Burrow?"

"No. Sorry mate but we gotta take you to Grimmauld Place. Can't be helped. But.." he got an evil glint in his eye as he said this "There will be perks. Ginny will be there."

"Alright let's go."

They headed upstairs to get his stuff packed. George apparated with his trunk as Harry went to talk to his aunt and uncle.

"Well I guess this is it. I'm going now. I'll write you guys if you want." He didn't know why he said it. He didn't think they would accept.

"No. Just go and never darken our doorstep again." His uncle spat. Big surprise there.

Harry shrugged and Fred apparated him to his new home.

As soon as he got there he could hear the noise of a party. He shot a questioning look to Fred who just smiled.

He stepped warily into the kitchen when he heard everyone shout surprise. He laughed as he took in the faces. The Weasleys were all here as was Hermione. His friend Remus Lupin and of course the eccentric auror himself mad-eye. They all had food or butterbeer in hand as they ushered him to the table.

"What's with the surprise party? My birthday isn't for a while yet."

"Oh we know harry dear but we figured you need some entertainment." Mrs. Weasley said.

He laughed and started grabbing at food around him. He talked to Ron for a while as he excitedly talked about the Chudley Cannons great improvement over last year. Ginny seemed to want to talk to him but lost courage when he got to close. Harry made and excuse to leace Ron and went over to where a few of the adults were talking.

"Er-Mr. Weasley, Proffesor Moody. Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Of course Harry! But tell me is this about the letter you received over the summer?"

"Yes. I was just wondering if I should meet this person. They seem sincere and said I could be watched."

"Better be careful boy. Not everyone who sounds sincere is. Better just forget the jewelry and the note."

"Moody don't be so paranoid! Of course you should look into it. I'll accompany you if you would like."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley."

"Of course Harry. But let me ask you one more thing Harry. What was in that note that you sent to Ginny?"

Harry blanched. "I didn't send a letter to Ginny!"

"Odd. Hedwig gave her a crumpled up piece of parchment. I think it disturbed her whatever it said. She has been hiding and crying since she got it."

Hedwig must have taken the letter to Ginny! Harry thought.

"I think I know what happened. Where is Ginny? I'll go talk to her."

"Um she was just here. Must have gone back upstairs."

Harry thanked the two and left to find Ginny. He needed to talk to her. She might even be able to help with the ring.

He eventually found Ginny crying softly to herself in the bedroom he and Ron had used the previous summer.

"Ginny?" he said softly. She flinched when she heard him and turned quickly to see him. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face had streaks where she had been crying.

"Ginny I was just wondering what the note you got said."

Ginny sobbed a little and handed out the crumpled note he had written earlier.

Harry took it from her and quickly confirmed it was the one he had thrown away.

"Look Ginny..." He began. Ginny cut him off.

"I know you don't want to endanger me but I don't care. I...I think I love you." She felt her heart pounding. Harry looked thunderstruck.

She stormed out of the room and he sat down shaking his head. She loved him. And he had managed to mess things up yet again. There was a flash in front of him and one of the rings from the letter fell to the floor with a clatter. Harry picked it up and examined it closely. It was a silver ring. It had three silver ropes intertwined. One of the three consisted of two smaller interwover rings.

He raced out of the room to find Mr. Weasley and Moody. Maybe they could help.