A/N Constructive critism is welcome.. this is my first Harry potter fan fiction, so please bear with me and alert me of any changes you htink i should make. thanks. Enjoy..i hope....

Chapter !1!


A boy sat at his window, gazing up at at the stars. Wishing, hoping, praying for the day when he could get away.

But here he was, 15 years old, for a bout 2 hours according to the clock next to his bed and he was a prisonor in the confines of 4 privet drive.

The boy moved his hand to his head to move the messy black hair out of his eyes, revealing a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. His green eyes continued to search the dark horizon for any signs of his pet owl, Hedwig, the only creture who linked him to his other realm.

If any of this sounds odd to you, then perhaps you're a muggle, or you've been living under a rock.

This Boy's name is Harry Potter.

Right now he is on holiday, away from his boarding school, Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry.

you've read right. Harry is a wizard. a very odd one at that.The lightening bolt shaped scar on his head was given to him when he was a small baby, by sacrifice for his life, his parents died in the attack by an evil wizard, named Voldemort or as the more cowardly in the magical world liked to refer to him as "he- who-must-not-be-named" or "you-know-who". harry bought the temporary down fall of him, causing his powers to break and leaving him with out a body, a wand or any followers.

Now harry was cut off from the magical world because he was ordered by the headmaster Dumbledore to stay with the Dursleys, his horrible muggle realtives. But as of now it was the only safe place for him to be, since only a few weeks before he had helped reinstate Voldemort's powers.

He felt guily just thinking about it.

Voldemorte, had his supporters once again, the death eaters, harry's blood and already 3 victims. One of which was Harry's schoolmate, cedric diggory.

At the end of the term his mood was definitly downtrodeen, but over the last few weeks he slipped into something of a depression.

Voldemorte was still after him, he knew for a fact, Sirius was on the run and the dursley's house which had been put under a charm was the only safe place for harery which meant that he couldn't even go visit His best Friends Ron Weasly and Hermione granger at the burrow like he had the last few summers in a row.

Obviously his friends had been worried about him and his well being, they practically pelted him with letters all summer long asking how was he, and if the muggles were being mean to him. Hermione even sent him an early birthday card. Leave it to hermione to be punctual.

He got up and crossed the room, careful not to squeak too much on the floor boreds and layed down in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. What was life going to be like now? who was he going to trust? how confined would he be? would he have to fear for his life and his friends life until voldemort was conquered again.. He exhaled slowly. it was going to be a looong year....
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When Harry woke, there was streaming sunlight pouring across his body throught he sheer curtains of his room. He adjusted his glasses which had slid down his nose during the night.He had fell alseep the night before atop of his comforters, and had negleted to change into his bedclothes and take his glasses off.

He heard a tapping noise and looked around. Hedwig was flying around the room tapping at the wood item in his room like his burea in order to get his attention. Harry was surprised that this had not awaked the dursleys yet. He rolled out of bed and Put his arm out for her to land. on. She had a letter attached to her leg and he carefully untied it and storked her soothingly.

"Thanks, Hedwig"

the snowy owl hooted its approval and he placed her in her cage to finish of the rat that she had left from yesterday. He cringed and turned away as she finished devouring it.

When he opened the envelope he found three letters in it. One in Hermione's neat handwriting, one in what appeard to be Dumbledores loopy handwriting and the other one in Mrs Weasly's. Curiously, he unfolded them, reading hermione's, wheich was on top.

Dear Harry,

Ron and I have devised a plan to get you safely away from the muggles for the rest of the term. My family happenes to have relatives near where you live and we are visiting them in 3 days from now, with permission we'd like to pick you up when we leave to go to Diagon Ally. Mrs. Weasly has written to Dumbledore requesting permisson and he said as long as we have a ministry employee (Ron's Dad) We should be fine. Afterwards we can stay at the burrow which has had a temporary charm placed on it to ward off any future attacks hopefully. Enclosed are Dumbledores response and a formal invitation from the weasly's, as well as the time that we would liek to pick you up. Check with your Aunt and uncle if you need to and please return this owl as soon as possible.

Love,
Hermione

P.S: Happy birthday, i hope you got my card

Harry's stomach gave an odd lurch. She had written the word 'love' he supposed he shouldn't take it all that seriously, but all the same he had to admit that he had devolped something of a crush on Hermione since the end of the school year, and it was nice wishful thinking.

He grabbed a quill off of his desk and quickly began to scribble his response to accept the invite when he felt his scar twitch in pain. He ignored it and finished his letter, even though the pain was getting more intense with each word he tried to write.

He gave a strangled cry and fell limp to the floor, a blur of color engulfing his inner eye. and then as though he were in a movie theatre with bad reception, he saw a vision of Hermione. She was running and as if in slow motion fell and skidded on her side. He saw her touch her face and pull her hand away with blood on it. She picked her self up and continued running.

As soon as the vision was over harry could open his eyes. He found himself looking up at the ceiling..

"that's odd"

He said aloud. usually the only time his scar hurt was when Lord Voldemorte was near, or plotting something.

"hermione" He breathed.

He lept back up and scribbled his name, adding a "PS:Are you all right.. please be careful..". He looked at it.. it seemed kind of stupid to ask a question liek that, but he needed to know for his own sake that she was alright. He wanted to get to the bottom of this vison.. or clairvoyant scene... were his friends in danger?

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Please R/R if you can. it's greatly appreciated. Should i continue? go on? stop? Well i'm going to add another chapter anyway so... lets see where it goes from here......