When everything had died down, they had untied Harry and locked him in the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Lily had been crying as she was dragged away and Harry had felt much calmer when she was gone. He hated being in the same room as mudbloods, it's disgusting. So Harry sat there, alone in his thoughts, nobody came to visit him and he didn't hear anyone even walk past the door.

Harry missed his Aunt, so much it hurt. He missed her supporting arms and words that had helped him through everything and always been there for him. He had never been away from her this long, and she must have been missing him terribly.

Harry missed his Uncle and Aunt Malfoy; they were like another pair of parents. And even though they didn't seem like it, they were always thoroughly amusing and brought laughs to Harry every day.

Harry missed Draco. His cousin had been his other half all these years even though Draco spent most of the time at Hogwarts, when they met again it was always like he had never left. It was more difficult now than it had been, but it was still good. Harry wondered about how his cousin was coping being a death eater without him. Surely he would be suffering as he had no idea what to do or what was expected of him.

Finally, Harry missed his father. These people here who claimed to be Harrys parents had muddled Harry up inside, what if my father has been lying to me? Harry thought to himself, but then he realised that was silly, his father told him everything. Though he didn't tell you about Horcruxes now did he? Harry thought to himself again. He wished his father was here so that he could ask him, but no, his father was miles and miles away, probably not even giving a thought to Harry.

Harrys thoughts were interrupted by cries of joy from outside his window. Harry rushed over and peered out into the small grassed are out the back of the house. In the garden were 4 or so boys flying broomsticks as well as one girl. There was another girl standing on the side of the grass, reading a book. They were playing quidditch Harry realised with interest. Harry had never played quidditch; he hadn't even flown on a broom before. His father had always told him it was a waste of time, but Draco had always told Harry about Quidditch and the events of the Quidditch played at Hogwarts. Draco had also told Harry about the players for each house at Hogwarts, and from what he had said, Harry recognise each of the players easy. The two Weasly twins were the beaters, James Potters son, Alex, was playing Chaser, Ron Weasly was Keeper and the red headed girl, Ginny Weasly, was playing seeker. Harry even recognised the girl on the side, Hermione Granger; she was the girl who had punched Draco in the face in third year. Harry had been ecstatic when he found out Draco had been punched by a mudblood, and looking at Hermione now, he could see a fire in her. Harry focused on Ginny Weasly, pureblood but a blood traitor. She really was very pretty; when Harry had seen a picture of the weaslys in the Daily Prophet a couple of years ago, Ginny had been very pretty. And now that he was seeing her in the flesh he felt the same. Stupid Harry! Harry thought to himself, he couldn't think of Ginny as pretty, she was a blood traitor and as bad as they come, mingling with mud bloods, Harry shuddered. Harry continued watching the teenagers playing Quidditch, they were really enjoying themselves and Harry could hear there cries of joy from his window. Harry couldn't help but feel slightly jealous, why couldn't Harry do things like this? Just have fun with a group of friends for an afternoon. But no, it was only work and preparation for Harry, and he couldn't help but feel envious as he watched the blood traitors having fun. After about an hour of Harry watching, Ginny spotted Harry watching them from his window. She hadn't seen what he looked like before, and at first she had thought it was Alexs dad James. But after looking closer she had realised it couldn't possibly be James this boy was much too young, and Alex was out here playing. She watched him watching them for a couple of seconds before he noticed her. He quickly moved back into the room swiftly, and Ginny new he wouldn't return. Why does Voldemorts son look so much like James? Ginny thought to herself, but she brushed it off and went back to playing her game.

James looked up from the daily Prophet quickly when he heard the familiar sound of someone flooing into the kitchen. He saw that it was Dumbledore, and immediately called Lily, knowing this would be about their son Harry, Dumbledore sat down at the kitchen table before starting,

"I have just spoken to the Minister himself, he has decided that Harry will be sent to Hogwarts with his brother on September 1st. This will be a part of the effort to change Harry into his normal self, and rid his old ideas from his head. In order to prevent Harry from doing anything too harsh, I am asking that lily, you take the spot of potions master again, and James, you become a sort of 'Body guard' to the school".

James looked abruptly pleased; he would get to spend a whole year at Hogwarts again and with his whole family.

"Yes of course we will, I can't believe my Harry will be going to school!" Lily replied.

Dumbledore smiled and then turned to Remus and Sirius, who had just entered,

"I'm also hoping that you Remus will return to Defence against the Dark Arts post and you Sirius will join James as Body guard?"

They both nodded excitedly, though Remuss smile faltered when he said

"But professor, parents don't like the idea of me teaching their children?" Dumbledore shook his head and said, "There are much worse monsters around at the moment that parents should be worried about- I won't let them scare you away."

Remus nodded and he and Sirius left the table, talking animatedly about the year ahead. Dumbledore smiled as he watched them go,

"Now why don't you invited Harry down here and we can talk more about the upcoming year?" Dumbledore asked politely.

Lilly Potter knocked timidly on her sons' door, not wanting to anger him in any way. When she heard the invitation to enter, she poked her head in

"Dumbledore is here sweety, would you like to come down, he wants to talk to you" she spoke.

Harry glared at her with hatred; how dare she call him sweety? He nodded curtly, knowing fully well that if he didn't, James and some of his other stupid friends would be up to get him. Harry pushed past Lily leaving her staring after him longingly, as he strode down the stairs to the kitchen. He sat down across from Dumbledore and stared into eyes.

"Well, what do you want? Huh?" Harry sneered.

Dumbledore smiled "I am here to tell you that at on September 1st which is only a week away, you will be sent along with your brother to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Harry smiled, everyone in the room would have thought he was excited to learn but Harry knew the real reason he smiled was because it was closer that he could kill this fool and re-join his father. Harry nodded in reply then got up, walking into the kitchen. Harry had been up in the room for days and hadn't eaten since he got locked up there. Now Harry was rummaging through the fridge, he could feel everyone's eyes on him.

"Harry sweety, Lunch is in the oven if you'd like to wait for me to just get it out?"

Harry straightened up and looked her square in the eye "I would never eat food prepared by a mudblood" he spat.

James was immediately in front of lily "DON'T YOU TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!" He yelled.

Harry didn't care, "Oh no it's alright James, besides I didn't cook the food and I won't even take it out for you, Molly cooked the food, she's a pureblood sweety" Lily exclaimed.

Molly Weasly got up and walked over to the oven, she attempted to smile Harry but Harrys glare was enough to stop her. Harry went over and sat down at the table, while Lily addressed James

"James, can you go outside and get the kids? Maybe its time they knew about Harry, and its lunch time anyway", James nodded and exited out the door.

Harry looked across the table at Sirius Black, his Aunt Bella's brother. This would make Sirius Black technically his uncle, Harry shuddered at the thought. His Aunt Bella had told him about how Sirius was a blood traitor that had left his family in their time of need, the rising of Harry's father. When Harry looked at Sirius, he thought he looked like a nice guy with laugh lines running down his face and constantly smiling eyes. Harry had to push these thoughts out of his head, he hated this man and he couldn't disappoint his Aunt Bella by coming to like Sirius.