Hey everyone, I know it has been a while since I have updated. That was crappy of me but I was rewatching the Originals and Harry Potter and I still love my favourite characters and I understand them more and more everytime I watch them, get what I mean?
I have a few questions to ask;
How do you guys feel about a Sirius and Rebekah relationship?
Should I make this a Klaroline fic aswell?
Should Hermione have a relationship?
If so, please vote for anything except Romione and Dramione. I am not against those ships but I don't really like them.
Should it be Haylijah or Katlijah?
Anyway, thank you for your support on this story. You guys really love it from what I can tell. So, here is the next chapter!
Harry was bored. Scratch that, he was beyond bored. And tired. 'Voldemort was really going through the motions today.' He thought and dropped his head on his pillow.
His Aunt and Uncle were too afraid to do anything to him after they were threatened by some Order members. Dudley wouldn't even come near him, which was a blessing. But overall, he just wanted to talk to someone, possibly Hermione as she was affected by the events at the Ministry. He wanted to know if she was ok and apologise for not listening to her about it being a trap, it was only by pure luck that everyone got out alive.
'Maybe I should talk to Sirius, I do have the two-way mirror he got me.' The boy sighed in frustration, knowing that now he would have to get up and get the mirror from his trunk when he doesn' have any energy to get up. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping that it would give him some energy or at least try and soothe his headache, when he heard a commotion downstairs.
Grabbing his wand, Harry slowly made his way out of his bedroom and on to the stairs.
"Get the bloody hell out of my house!" He heard Vernon shout. "I do not want anymore freaks here!"
A familiar voice was heard, one the nearly everyone in the Wizarding world would recognise. Quickly and quietly, the teen walked down the stairs halfway and saw the headmaster standing in front of the door.
"Professor Dumbledore! What are you doing here?" The teenage wizard asked curiously.
The old man looked up at him with a twinkle in his eye, "Ah Harry, my boy, I have come to collect you for a matter of the upmost importance. It is in regard of your friend Miss Granger."
Harry's heart dropped. "Is she ok? Was it Voldemort? Or death eaters? Is she hurt at all?" He rushed out the questions at a speed of a bullet train.
"Relax my dear boy, Miss Granger is in good health. Though she does request both yours and Mr Weasley's presence at her home as they is a change of circumstances regarding her status and it may change the tides of the war in our favour. The rest of the Order are at her place of residence and know of the situation."
The Dursley's watched the interaction in both curiousity and fear. Petunia looked at her nephew and saw Lily in his place when she had worried about her friends during the summer after her fifth year.
"Should I bring anything with me, Professor?"
The old wizard just waved his wand and Harry's suitcase, along with Hedwig's cage, came flying out of the bedroom and landed by the man's side. "All of your belongings are in the case and I do believe that Hedwig shall easily find you."
Harry smiled and rushed down the stairs. He really wondered what the hell was going on but was more excited to see his friends again. 'Thank you Hermione for whatever has happened in your life to cause this miracle.' He thought cheerfully as both he and Dumbledore left the Dursley's as quickly as possible.