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Chapter One: To: You From: The Dead

Harry Potter sat in his small bedroom on number 4 Privet Drive. The Dursley's had taken heed to what was said at the train station and were treating Harry as if he didn't exist. The only time Harry left his room was to eat, which wasn't much, or to use the bathroom. He still had trouble getting past Sirius' death and dealing with the prophecy. He also had trouble sleeping at night. Everything that want down in the Department of Mysteries replayed through his mind every time he simply closed his eyes for a second.

Today was Harry's sixteenth birthday and he hadn't even gotten out of bed. He cursed the sun for making its way into his bedroom and onto his face. Pulling the covers over his head seemed to work in keeping thecursed light, until he heard a knock at his door. Harry just groaned, hoping that the person knocking would just go away, but they didn't. He peeked from underneath his cover only to be face to face with his Aunt Petunia.

"Aunt Petunia, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. He was definitely surprised to see her standing in the doorway.

" Well, you see, I was cleaning the attic yesterday and I found this," Petunia began. She was holding, what he assumed was a box, which was wrapped in brown paper. It was covered in dust and ripped in some places.

" I remember this was next to you when Vernon and I found you on our door step." She finished, handing the package to him. " I thought it should be yours now. Happy Birthday, Harry," She said it as if it were an afterthought, then left the room.

Harry was really surprised by the fact that his aunt remembered his birthday. Especially when he forgot it himself, let alone that he got a gift from her. Harry found it somewhat disturbing. Carefully, he took the wrapping off and exposed a small box with a card attached to the top. He opened that first. It read:

" My Dearest Harry,

If you are reading this letter it means that your father and I are no longer here with you. I am so sorry that we could not be there. It is a dark world right now and I hope that it will be over soon. You were born on this day, the happiest day of my life. I have loved you since the day I knew I was pregnant. I can say that when I first saw you I was surprised at how small you were and how much you looked like James with your messy hair, except your eyes. You have my eyes, which I'm sure you'll tire of hearing. I love you with all my heart and soul.

The reason I am writing this letter is to tell you that you are a special person. You were brought into this world with everything that is pure and good in this world. In the darkest days you will be able to find the light. Someone will give you the strength to keep going and move on. I can only hope you will find this person before it is too late. Inside this box is a ring and necklace set. The ring represents your true love. It shows you the one you are meant to be with for the rest of your life. If when you put it on (who you think is your match) and it does not fit, you are not meant to be. On the other hand, if you put it on and it does fit, it will never come off until it is time for you to pass it on. The necklace is meant to be given to the person you love, but not in the same way as your soul mate (Like a best friend). It works the same way as the ring.

Please cherish these gifts. I will truly miss you. I love you with everything that I am and I know your father does too. Goodbye my son.

Your loving mother.

Harry tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall as he read the letter over and over again, but it did no good. They fell and ran down his cheeks, hitting the parchment in the process. He carefully opened the box, so as not to damage the jewelry inside. The ring was a beautiful white gold band with a heart shaped ruby, flanked by two smaller heart shaped emeralds. It had a delicate design on the band. Harry could have sworn he'd seen it before. The necklace had the same ruby heart with the smaller emerald hearts and on the back was the same design. He lightly touched them, not wanting either of them to break.

Harry closed the box and set it on his bedside table. He got out of bed and changed out of his nightclothes. He tried to look for something that wasn't going to make him look as if he were a circus tent. He finished dressing and left his room to go downstairs. The house sounded empty. It was so quiet a pin could be heard hitting the sparkling clean floor.

"Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon? Dudley?" Harry called. No Answer. Then he realized that Petunia had been wearing nice clothing when she entered his room. ' They must have went out for the day.' He shrugged and went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of milk, sat at the table and started flipping through the magazine in front of him. It was full of men's clothing. Obviously it was one of those magazines that people send to everyone. He was distracted from it when he heard three pops from the living room. He whipped his wand out in a flash, ready to hex the first person that came through the door.

The footsteps grew louder as they came closer to the kitchen door. Harry hid behind the door, ready to attack. The door opened slowly and in came three adults, each with a wand in their hands. The first man had graying hair. He was taller than the other two and he was wearing tattered robes. The second man was rather short and had shoulder length, gray, matted hair. He had a wooden leg. The woman that came through the door had platinum, mid-back length hair. Harry knew these people to be Remus J. Lupin (Moony), Nymphradora Tonks, or just Tonks, and Alastor Moody. They all belonged to the Order of the Phoenix. They could also easily be imposters. Harry stood his ground.

Moody was first to turn around to come face to face with Harry's wand. He looked from the wand to the young boy's determined face.

"Potter." Moody growled. Remus and Tonks immediately turned around to the sound of the boy's name being called. Neither one of the flinched at the sight of the wand being pointed at them. The understood perfectly why he was pointing his wand at them. They needed to prove that they were not imposters. Harry was first to speak after they all faced him.

"How do I know you are really who you appear to be? What attacked me during the summer last year?" Harry asked. Remus' lips curled a bit at the questions. "Two dementors." He answered swiftly. Reluctantly, Harry lowered his wand to his side, yet he kept a firm grip on it, just in case.

"Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks cried. She rushed forward and gave a light, friendly hug. " Where here to take you away from those miserable muggles." She stated. Harry nodded his head. He knew they were going to take him back to Grimwald Place, he didn't need to ask. Tonks followed Harry upstairs to his room to pack up his things. Moody and Lupin waited downstairs for them. Harry quickly packed all of his things and carefully put the box that contained the ring and necklace on in between a couple shirts for safe keeping.

"Locomotor," Tonks muttered, and the trunk floated a few inches in the air. Harry walked ahead of Tonks and into the living room. He didn't put up a fight in having to go to Grimwald Place because he knew they would make him go anyways, so he went quietly, but he was definitely no happy about any of it. As a matter of fact he despised the idea.

Remus pulled out and old newspaper held it out for everyone to touch. Harry lightly put a finger on the paper in hopes that somehow he would be left behind. He felt the familiar jolt behind his naval as he and the three adults disappeared from number 4 Privet Drive.

To Be Continued...