Chapter 1

"BOY!"

Harry looked up from his letter as Uncle Vernon appeared in the doorway, his chubby face purple and his moustache bristling.

"Problem?" he asked coolly.

"You bet there's a problem! When are you getting out of this house this summer? Usually you're out of here as quick as possible. Where are these irritating red-heads that poke their freckled noses in wherever they can when it comes to you?" Vernon huffed rudely. Harry felt a pressure building up in his chest.

"They seem to be detained at this precise moment in time," he said, eyes flashing. His uncle took a step back nervously. He had a new level of respect for his nephew. Well, not respect really but fear. When the boy had come home from that place for the summer there had been something very different about him.

"Yes, well…erm…very good. As long as you're having fun and not doing You-Know-What in the house, then I'll just be over here, er, downstairs. Lovely weather, we're having don't you think? Yes, well, I'll be going then," he turned on his heel and stumbled out of Harry's room. Harry grinned maliciously, glad that his uncle was now afraid enough of him to at least try and be polite. He went back to his letter.

Harry, it said.

I know you must be going crazy stuck in that horrid place with your aunt and uncle but please, please, please trust me when I say that it won't be for much longer. We are currently having major discussions with Dumbledore about how best to get you out of there. Each little detail has to be ruthlessly examined because as you know, the danger is greater than ever before.

Oh yes, he knew. He was the one who saw Voldemort being resurrected. And with his own blood no less! He knew better than anyone how much trouble the wizarding and muggle worlds were in.

Sirius wants to just go in and get you and of course Fred and George agree with him completely. They don't seem to understand that your house could be being watched very carefully by Death Eaters. Their argument is 'How could they know where Harry's house is? Surely if he knew, he would have attacked by now' which is true but unluckily, they know the general area.

That sounded like Sirius and the twins. Just rush in with no regard to their own personal safety. Actually, that sounded like him too. He carried on reading.

Alastor is suggesting everything from Polyjuice potion to Disillusionment Charms. He would of course; he is an auror, after all. Some of his ideas are good and we may use some aspects of them but unfortunately, he has started to exaggerate, even going as far as suggesting dressing up as muggle inspectors and whisking you away. As I'm sure you can figure out, we will not be using that idea!

Harry snorted. Moody dressing up as an electrician? Yeah right.

Hagrid is being enormously unhelpful and his only idea was that we ask Charlie Weasley if we can borrow a dragon. Can you imagine the cover-up that would need? But we shouldn't be too surprised I suppose, this is Hagrid. I don't have to say that that idea was dismissed immediately.

Harry could imagine Hagrid saying that. He loved dragons and probably suggested Norbert for the job.

The simplest way of fetching you would be either Floo Powder or Apparation. However, as you are in a muggle home, Floo Powder is practically impossible and Apparation will be difficult. One possibility is that you go somewhere secretly and we Apparate from there. But you will have to take your trunk so it will be hard.

Uncle Vernon would never let him wander around carrying his trunk. He couldn't carry it anyway, it was too heavy. How did that even make it as a possibility?

As you can see, we are low on ideas. We are doing our best to get you out quickly whilst also keeping you safe.

Everyone sends their love and we all hope that you are doing well.

Molly says to wear clean socks everyday.

Love

Remus Lupin

A dejected Harry read through the letter once more and then filed it under the loose floorboard beneath his bed. He fell back against his pillow and stared at the ceiling. That was a letter he didn't want to get. He wanted to get out of here, not be told how hard it is to get him out! He wanted to be with his friends, figuring out what tricks they were going to pull next year, not worrying about when Voldemort was going to come after him! But Harry, we don't always get what we want! A voice taunted him from the back of his head. Shut up! He commanded it. He reached over and tuned off his lamp. He rolled onto his side and gazed through the tiny slits in his blind. No stars were out tonight. The sky was a dark, smoky blanket, hiding everything.

Outside, the shadows stood still, one patch darker than the rest.

Soo, what do you think? I know it's short, I'm working on it. I have no idea how some people can update nearly every day with huge, long chapters that make the bar on the side of the screen practically a millimetre long. It's fantastic, sure, but it really makes me feel unworthy! *sniff* I'm gonna go cry now.

Please tell me what you think because it makes me excited and hyper when I go on my emails and see the bracket thingy's with 'Review Alert' in them which makes me write better because I have lots more ideas and I feel a lot more spontaneous.

Whew, that was a long sentence. Okay, shutting up so you can review :D