EPILOUGE:
Harry didn't know what was best about the feast. The part where Mr. And Mrs. Weasley came running in and began hugging and kissing George, or where most of the kids from Hogwarts returned giving him handshakes and patting him on the back, or the part where Hermione gave him a kiss on the lips, he just couldn't decide. He still felt strange about the kiss now, six months later. He packed the last of his things and shut his trunk. He looked over at Ron.
"We did it, again." Harry said looking at his friend across the room.
"What? Saved the school?" Ron called back.
"That and won both cups. Did you see Malfoy's face?" Harry said with a laugh.
"Yeah, that will always stay in my memory." Ron said laughing also. They heard a knock on their door and they called for the person to come in.
"Hey, guys. I'm packed and was getting bored. We leave tomorrow, can you believe it?" Hermione said petting her cat, not looking at either of them.
"Yeah, I can." Ron said shooting her a cold glare.
"What's your problem?" Harry asked Ron noticing the glare. "You've been mad at her for like the past six months!"
"Nothing." Ron said slamming his trunk closed and walking towards the door.
His red hair was covering his eyes. He ears were pink and the tip of his nose turned red also. They could tell her was mad so they decided to leave them alone. Harry walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. His jet-black hair was messy, but it was "perfect" compared to how it usually looked. His bright green eyes looked intently at the scar. It was burning again and he couldn't get why. It glowed a little but then it stopped.
"Can we go down to the Common Room?" Ron asked and with that they followed.
Harry went to be that night checking his scar one last time. It seemed to go back to normal but when he fell asleep he could tell what why it had been done. Voldemort was near and he had one of those dreams. One of those dreams that made his scar hurt and it seemed like it happened, like he had unknown powers.
"What? You still didn't manage his soul?" The deep familiar voice of no one else but Voldemort, pierced through the dark, stillness of the chamber.
"S-S-Sorry, master." An unknown voice said. He was kneeling on the floor begging for forgiveness, his life. "I will. I will manage it. I will get the blood and soul of…"
But Harry jumped up. He was sweating badly. He went over to the mirror rubbing his scar. He tried to remember his dream, but he couldn't manage. Without much else to do he went back to sleep hoping for another dream but all he dreamt of was winning the House Cup again.
"Hurry up, Harry!" Ron called as they ran out late for the train.
They were running down the path and onto the train when they realized there was a note on the ground. They grabbed it and ran hoping they didn't miss the train. They ran on as the train began to move away and were forced to sit in the back. Harry decided now would be the time to open the letter.
Dear Sirius,
I am glad to hear of your safe return. Please be on the lookout. You're
a faithful death eater. You beat death like me.
Sincerely,
V.M.R.
Harry read the letter over again; He then turned to Hermione who looked at him intently.
"Well?" She asked her and Ron staring at him.
"Sirius is alive." Harry said.
"No. I saw him dead." Ron said and then they turned out to look at the window not wanting to believe it.
"Read this!" Harry said passing the letter to Ron.
They sat in silence for most of the ride. Harry felt anger surge up in him thinking of Sirius. If they found the letter they must have been there. Good thing they were late so this way Sirius didn't get to pick them. They thought they missed him. They felt the train stop and they saw the familiar King's Cross Station.
"See you guys later." Harry said and he left his friend in the compartment.
"Boy, over here. I don't have the time to wait." Uncle Vernon demanded and Harry made his way over.
"Harry!" George called stopping him.
"Remember how you gave us the money?" George asked him hiding something behind his back.
"Yes. I don't want it back." Harry said turning to leave.
"No. Listen. Fred and me talked and we want to give you ten percent of our profits in a year. So, just sign here and it will be settled." George said passing him a paper.
"I couldn't." Harry said again turning.
"Harry, I owe you my life. At least do this to make me feel better." George said and Harry couldn't resist. He picked up the pen and reluctantly signed the paper. George smiled. "Thanks."
"No, thank you!" Harry said and he turned to walk over to Uncle Vernon.
"Let's go boy." Uncle Vernon said.
"This summer is going to be fun." Harry said sarcastically to himself
He walked away trying to catch up to his uncle. He smiled thinking of what the new inventions Fred and George would make that he could use on his uncle. This made most of the ride fun. But, what Harry didn't know was that the last thing he should be doing was having fun. Voldemort was after him and he learned an important lesson this year, trust no one. So, as he entered the Dursely's house he still wasn't safe because Voldemort could strike any place, any way.