AN:
Hello all! First, We would like to thanks any of you who stops by and read. Yes, We, because this fanfiction is made (ideas,writing,characters and so on) by both me and Winona Lighteyes (Mind you Harry Potter still belongs to J K Rowling and we most certainly aren't her.)
Second, here are the warnings for this fanfiction:
Slytherin!Harry ; many canon characters are OOC ; Characters Death, Slighty Manipulative but still Good!Dumbledore, Ron!Bashing.
Third, pairings are: Harry/Susan (main); Hermione/Charlie; Remus/Tonks.
We should update one a week,or once every two weeks depending on our exams. If that doesn't happen, nudge us with a pointed stick!
We would like to say we love you ,we appreciate your time and please read and review. *spreads the love*
Winona Lighteyes and Nalu93

Prologue

July 27th 1997, Grimmauld Place n° 12

He woke up with a start.

It was real,too real to be a dream. Even now he could still smell the dampness of the room and the sound of feet running the halls. And the usual, blood freezing high pitched laugh. He should have gotten used to it by now, since that dreadful night the flashes had became more and more frequent. Truth to be told, it was quite frightening.
Luckily, he seemed too busy to notice it this time. Convenient how this little mistake could have made his day.

He took several deep breaths and focused, trying to recollect every single detail he had seen. Then, not caring about his absurd dressing, he jumped to his feet and hurried downstairs.

July 27th 1997, Seashore Cottage

It was a calm night. Absolutely peaceful, she thought as she poured herself some milk from the kitchen. They hadn't had a single sunny day since the beginning of the summer, and it had made a pleasant change. Since when the Dementors got 'dimissed' from Azkaban, the weather was getting colder by the day.

Most surprising thing wasn't the nice weather they were experiencing, but the nearly complete silence surrounding the area. The neighbourhood wasn't loud, but the horrible dog living behind the corner was the most vile creature ever appeared on Earth. Vicious and noisy, Mr. Prinkles had the habit of barking madly all night long, without pause, something thought impossible by most. Must be some sort of record, she thought.

Something was not right, though. She could feel the sudden heath shitf in the air. It wasn't normal.
It was prickling on her skin making shivers run down her spine. She opened the window, hoping that the summer breeze would chill her strange feelings. It was when the family owl perched on a tree hooted in complete silence, that the truth dawned on her.

It definitly wasn't normal. She slowly closed the window and put the steaming mug on the counter, listening carefully to any sound. Feeble noises could be heard throught the thick sound barrier. Were they voices? Was it chanting?
She walked out of the room dreading what was happening, but she couldn't and wouldn't belive it. She rushed down the hallway and knocked on the door.
"Auntie, are you in here?" she called out, knocking again. Worry filled her as she got no reply for the third time. Auntie was never home late. She quickly went upstairs and got to her room. She grabbed her wand, and prepared herself for whatever was coming.

She carefully slid down the staircase, wand in hand pointed to the wooden door.

BOOM. The first sound shook completely the house, and Susan nearly lost balance. She swallowed hard and tried to focus. She nearly shrieked though, when a strong hand gripped her shoulder from behind. She whipped her wand and turned, only to sag in relief as the serious and familiar face of Amelia Bones came into view.

"Susan, take your things and prepare to floo out!" said her Aunt as she let go of her shoulder. She paled. They wouldn't need to use the floo, would they?
"Auntie, what's happening?" she asked as she could hear the chanting getting louder and louder. The house shook again with the power behind it as the wards were attacked once again.
"The wards are falling" was the only thing that she heard as another cracking sound was made.

Years of training and experience were filling Amelia Bones' mind. She hadn't been made the Head of the Department for the Magical Law Enforcement because of her looks, after all. The wards would be falling by the minute, and she needed more time to think through. Getting to the floo would be the easy part, but flooing away safely? What guarantee did she have that the intruders hadn't tampered with it? Or worse, that they hadn't blocked it completely? She was pretty sure Apparition was a no-go already. They could be at their mercy if she rushed without thinking.

In a few moments, Susan was at her side trunk in hand. She still gripped her wand, Amelia noticed appreciatively. That DA thing she took part in two years ago had sure helped. A younger Susan wouldn't be so clear minded in such a situation, and she suddenly thought that Susan wasn't a little girl anymore. It wasn't the right time to realize that though.

Another BOOM shook violently the house, and they could feel the wards finally collapsing with a loud clatter, as if broken glass.
"Stay thight, Susan" said Amelia, gripping her wand and thinking of the worst possible curse she could shoot at them "I'll try and distract them, you run and hide"
"I'm not leaving you, Auntie!" She exclaimed appalled.
"Do what I say, Susan, it's me they want!"
"No, I won't-"

CRACK! A loud shriek was heard from behind the house as someone was hit once, twice, three times. They blinked slowly but refused to let go of their defensive position. Suddenly, a burst of flame appeared in front of them, and none else but Albus Dumbledore in person appeared. Furrowed brows, hands in the air as a peace sign, but wand in hand nonetheless.

"Professor Dumbledore!" "Albus!" They exclaimed at the same time. At the sight of Dumbledore, both women relaxed visibly and the adrenaline rush receded.
He smiled and as they tried to ask what was he doing here, Fawkes thrilled sharply and Flamed them all to safety, leaving screaming, empty mouthed Death Eaters behind.