I have abandoned this story twice. The first time because I had trouble in my life. The second time because I just didn't get responses. I have written the whole thing out now pretty much- just amendments to be made. I have re-written the entire story though. It used to be called Harry Potter and the Flight of Bravery. There is still the 'flight' but I have changed the focus of the story. I have also cut out a lot of the sub-plots because it was just too confusing. I am thinking about bringing some of the plots back with their own stories, but I'm not sure yet. I have some other ideas too.

Disclaimer 1: Most characters and places belong to JKR. I am merely borrowing them- her tune, my words as it were!

Spoilers: PS, COS, POA, GOF- I planned this before OOTP, so any similarities are coincidence. My original plans have not been added to, just parts taken away to make it more concise (losing 15 chapters along the way- it will be 28 chapters).

A/n: This chapter is mostly setting the scene. It will get better. I promise.

Harry Potter And The Korgei

By Vulpine Vixi

Chapter one- Beginning of the holidays

Harry Potter was sitting in his bedroom, at number four Privet Drive, in the middle of the summer holidays. On this particular day, alone in his room, he was scared. Harry had a good reason to be afraid, as he was one of the few people who knew that Lord Voldemort was back. He had his powers back, and Harry had narrowly escaped Voldemort at the end of the last school year, which ended up with Harry winning one thousand Galleons, and giving them away. Harry had given his prize money for winning the Triwizard tournament, to Fred and George to help them open a joke shop.

Harry was sitting in his room, waiting for Hedwig to arrive with a letter from his godfather. Harry had sent Sirius a letter, as soon as he had got in from being taken back from Kings Cross station, from his train from school. Hedwig arrived with Sirius's response. Once Harry had removed the piece of parchment from the owl's leg, she nipped at Harry's fingers affectionately, and flew towards her open cage that was on top of a dresser on the other side of Harry's room.

Harry unfolded the parchment, and read:

Harry, I am sorry to hear that you are so poorly, however I know of something that will make you feel better!


Make a list of the top 20 things that you have ever been afraid of, and the same, for the things that you have ever been proud of, or pleased with.


Once you have done this, then you will feel better. Trust me!


Sirius

Once Harry had read this, he decided to try it straight away. This task took him so long, and required him too think back so much, that pretty soon, he had partially forgotten the worries that had been going through his mind.

After 3 days, Harry looked over his two completed lists, with only the evening left to go before his birthday. He realised what Sirius had meant. Looking at the list of things that he had been proud of made him feel good, and half of the list of things that he had feared, seemed silly to Harry now. Some of the things on his feared list looked ominous, and reminded Harry very painfully of Voldemort, and Harry's encounters with him, but Harry wrote to Sirius telling him of the good feelings that he had.

Once Harry had watched Hedwig fly over Privet Drive and into the distance, Harry headed downstairs to get something to eat. He came across Dudley in the Hall. Dudley was still the largest boy that Harry had ever seen, despite the fact that he had been dieting for over a year. At that moment he had a look on his face that told Harry he hadn't eaten in a long time. Dudley rushed towards Harry who was standing by the stairs, with a look on his face that Harry could only distinguish to mean 'Feed me now or I'll die', so Harry moved.

Harry reached the kitchen table, and Dudley was sitting there with a large slab of steak and a large potato stuffed with cheese in front of him, just about to have a mouthful, when Petunia grabbed the plate from Dudley, and moved it in front of Vernon as he sat down. Petunia gave Dudley a pained smile, and gave him a small piece of steak, and a rather large potato, with very little butter in it and no cheese at all. Harry had a similar meal to Dudley, although his potato was smaller, and it had a little cheese on it. Petunia apologised to Dudley, and told him that it was for the best.

Harry could not get to sleep in his small bedroom. Hedwig was awake also, so Harry sat in his room stroking Hedwig and watching the small clock, which he had fixed when he moved out of the cupboard under the stairs into this small room. Everything that Harry had from the Dursleys had been Dudley's, and this clock was no exception. 11: 30. Harry let Hedwig out, so that she could go for a little fly, as she was getting restless. Harry looked over his list of 20 things that he is most afraid of. An uneasy feeling filled Harry, and he put the list under his loose floorboard, which he hid all of his things that he did not want the Dursley's to find.

Harry looked closer at his secret store- he saw an old bit of parchment and picked it up carefully to look at it closely. It was the Marauders Map. Harry thought about this piece of parchment and how useful it had been, but also how it had been used by others for evil tasks. He remembered lending it to the fake-mad-eye moody the previous year, ad then going into the abandoned office after he had left, and claiming it back. He didn't want it to get into anyone else's hands. they might have worse intentions that the fake mad-eye. Harry wrapped this parchment around a pocket sneak-o-scope that was a present for him from Ron two years ago, and wrapped them both in a thick old pair of socks so that whatever the scuttling creature was, it couldn't get hold of it.

11:45. Harry sat on top of his bed and he thought. He had a lot more thoughts that he had ever had before. He was thinking of what would happen to the world, now that Voldemort was back, he was thinking of Ron and Hermione, and also he was wondering how he could stop his uncle Vernon snoring so loudly. Harry sat and waited. Sitting and waiting and thinking.

11:58. Harry sat now, watching his clock. 11:59. 'Ok' Harry thought.50…45...40...35…30…25… this reminded Harry of the night that Hagrid had come to tell him of everything that he was, and had taken Harry away from Vernon and Petunia Dursley.5…4…3…2…1.what? Harry thought. There had been a power cut, and the only thing that was bright was Harry's small torchlight shining onto the now dull clock. Harry knew that something was going to happen, and for an instant thought of Voldemort.

Harry was not allowed to use magic in the muggle world except in extreme and unavoidable circumstances, so Harry grabbed his wand from out of his cauldron that was sitting in a dark corner of the room. He stood with his back against the wall, so that he could see both his doorway, and his window. Again, he stood waiting.

Nothing happened. Harry stood for 5 minutes. Was something happening, or was it only a power cut? After 10 minutes, Harry relaxed a little. After 15 minutes, Harry sat on his bed. After 20 minutes, Harry lay down on his bed, hoping to be able to fall asleep, when Harry heard a screeching sound. Harry stood, as alert as before, and looked out of his window. He watched as a large motorbike screeched to a halt from the air, down to the road below Harry's window. Harry remembered what he had been told of the day of his arrival at the Dursley's. Hagrid had on that occasion borrowed Sirius Black's motorbike to drop Harry off. This wasn't Hagrid, who was half-giant, and would have been distinguishable in the dim light cast by the moon. This person was normal sized. Was it Sirius, who had found his old motorbike? No, it couldn't be. Sirius was running from everyone. Even the muggles knew to be afraid of him.

"Who could it be?" thought Harry, with his mind working as fast as a mouse's heartbeat. Harry felt as though every part of his body was alert. He wasn't sure if the person that he had seen was a good person, or someone that Harry would hate to see. It was at this point that Harry heard a quiet rapping at the door- it was loud enough for Harry's sensitive ears to hear, but not quite loud enough to wake Uncle Vernon, who was very easy to wake usually.

Harry wondered if this was a trick. Was a violent person trying to build up a false sense of security within Harry by being polite, rather than tearing down the door to murder him, when he was predictably awake and alert. Harry wasn't going to take any chances. He walked silently down the stairs, and stepped carefully over the creaky step. Harry had his wand poised. He opened the door, and hid his body behind it, and looked quickly at the figure in the doorway.

"Hey Harry, happy birthday" whispered the figure, and Harry came out from behind the door to see the figure more clearly. Harry looked at the figure in the moonlight, and he saw red hair, pulled into a ponytail, and there was definitely a fang through the right ear of the figure. Harry recognised it as Bill Weasley. "Hi Bill. What are you doing here?" Harry whispered back. "Came to take you to your birthday party" Bill whispered with a smile, and waved his hand towards his large motorbike, and a beep came from Bills empty hand, which obviously locked the bike up. "I'll come up and help you to pack some stuff, while you write a note to your aunt and uncle.

Harry felt much better now although he still felt unnerved. After a while he began to feel a little excited. He had never had a birthday party before, unless you counted Harry's fifth birthday where Dudley had thrown a lump of ice-cream and a shoe at Harry and yelled "Happ-ee berf-day" and then later gave Harry a special birthday bruise from an over-excited fist.

Harry and Bill went up to the room where Harry slept, and they began to pack Harry's things away. He didn't want the Dursley's to take, break or lose any of his stuff while he was away. He knew that he would not be able to stay with the Weasleys, as Professor Dumbledore had told him that he had to stay with the Dursleys during the holidays, and Harry had not had much of his holidays as of yet.

Within the hour, Harry and Bill had packed up all of Harry's things and written a rather short note, explaining that Harry had gone to his birthday party, and that he would be back for the next evening.

Harry hoped that the Dursleys would read the note, as he had written it on parchment, and the Dursleys did not like anything that reminded them of the fact that Harry was a wizard. Harry was starting to wish that he had found a piece of lined paper, from one of Vernon's notepads that were scattered around the living room.

So… do you like? Don't you like? Please R/R

It will get better. This is just the begining.