Chapter 1:
More than meets the eye
Harry awoke to the sound of Uncle Vernon's voice, brilliant rays of sunlight were peaking through the curtains in his room, and were shining onto Harry's face as his hand searched for his glasses on his night-table. He made his way down stairs to the kitchen to find, as usual, Aunt Petunia franticly cleaning everything in site, Dudley eating his breakfast, and Uncle Vernon reading the paper. "You boy," Uncle Vernon said in a dull, bored voice, "We have nothing for you, go make yourself useful." He said all of this without even glancing up at Harry, but looking straight at the paper, you'd think that Harry would be taken aback by his rude behavior but after sixteen years of living with the Dursleys he'd gotten used to their remarks.
Harry walked into his room and sat down on his bed, Hedwig still wasn't back from delivering letters to Ron and Hermione, 'They might be at Sirius' house' Harry thought to himself as a sudden realization washed over him. At some point during the summer he would have to go back....he would have to go back to the place where everything would remind of his godfather, he would have to be reminded that everyone that had ever been like family to Harry, anyone he could freely talk to about anything was gone.....there were some things even Ron and Hermione could not know....he had no one to consult in...he was alone....and it was all his fault. Tears started up in his eyes but he quickly wiped them away... an anger rushed through him.. he was mad at himself...mad at himself for being so stupid and falling right into Voldemort's trap the following year....mad at himself for putting his friends and many valuable members of the order in danger...they all could have died and it would have been his fault...he couldn't go back to Grimmauld place it would just remind him of all the stupid things he'd done to put people in great risk.
He decided to take a quick walk, "I'm going out," He called to his aunt and uncle, "Where?" Aunt Petunia called, "Er...I'm not really sure," "How long will you be then?" his aunt asked.. "I don't know that either"...why was she suddenly so interested on where he went, she usually did this to Dudley but she never really cared where he went as long as he was away from the house for as long as possible. He started walking up Privet Drive, he had an eerie feeling that he was being followed, Harry turned around, no one was there, he continued to walk. A few minutes passed and he still had the same feeling, he turned around again, and no one was there. He had reached the corner of Privet Drive after what seemed like hours, and the weird feeling that he was being followed stuck, he quickly spun around to see a person in a black cloak coming towards him, he took a step back and the person said "Hmm we finally have a chance to meet......Mr. Potter," the man said in a cold, hard voice. Panic quickly rushed over Harry, thoughts about how to get away flooded his head, he didn't have his wand...he spoke "Er....d..do I know you?" He said shakily "No...but I'm sure you've met.....my master" As soon as those words had left the persons mouth Harry tried to run, but got held back by the cloaked man. Suddenly...the man drew out his wand and was about to use it when out of no where a woman came and stood in front of Harry pulled out her own wand and yelled Stupefy! The spell hit the man and he sunk to the floor, the woman grabbed Harry's arm and started running. They ran to his aunt and uncle's house got inside and closed the door, now Harry could see exactly who this woman was. His jaw dropped.....it was Petunia.