A/N : nuthin to say...just read and review...
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The doorbell rang loud and clear. Remus Lupin cursed under his breath as he got up from his comfortable armchair and threw on a cloak. He looked into his cracked and dusty mirror and cursed again.
The doorbell rang again. Remus sighed and shuffled over to the door, trying desperately to flatten his hair so as not to scare his visitor away.
'Probably just the postman or milkman or whatever man...' he muttered to himself.
He swung open the door recklessly and...stared.
"Remus? Moony?" a hoarse voice sounded from the stranger's lips.
Remus gasped. It couldn't be.
"What...what are you...doing here?" he stuttered staring up at the thin gaunt face of Sirius Black. Sirius shrugged and grinned, lighting up his face.
"Come in! Anyone can see you out there!" Remus called as he pulled Sirius into his shabby home.
"Good to know that you have regained your senses," Sirius said. Remus smiled.
"So what's happened?" Remus asked, his face pale.
"What? Can't an old friend visit?" Sirius winked.
"Ugh! Get on with it already!" Remus rolled his eyes.
Sirius smiled. Remus had changed quite little after all.
"Well, actually, Dumbledore said to meet him at Hogwarts tomorrow at midnight."
"Whatever for?" Remus asked, curious.
"You're going to get a detention," Sirius grinned. Remus smirked.
"So I trust you'll also be there since it's for detention, right?" Remus answered. Sirius nodded, faking enthusiasm.
"No, I'm serious. Whatever for?" Remus pushed.
"Alright," Sirius sighed. "Voldemort."
Remus paled. "He-he has..."
"Yes," Sirius closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch. "Caught Harry during the Tournament. He's back alright, more powerful than ever."
"Owww!"
Harry Potter's eyes snapped open and his hand flew up to his scar. It was warm under his touch.
Harry slid off his bed and examined his scar in his mirror. It seemed ordinary but then, it never did change even if it was on fire.
He shuddered, remembering how Lord Voldemort had nearly killed him weeks ago. The Crucio curse alone was enough to make him wish that he was never born; his scar had burnt like there was no tomorrow. However, as fate would have it, Harry survived yet another encounter with Voldemort, thanks to a lucky coincidence. Harry had been in awe of his wand ever since.
He tried to recall what his dream was, tried to remember what made his scar hurt. But all he remembered was seeing the Dark Mark in the night sky before a bright flash of green light blinded him and he woke up.
Harry sighed. This was almost exactly what happened last year. And what had he done? Owl Sirius. And that was exactly what he was going to do again.
He took out a piece of parchment and his quill. He dipped his quill into his pot of ink and hesitated for a moment before writing.
"Dear Sirius,
I'm fine here. How are you? Hope you're not too stressed out trying to hide yourself. Actually, I wanted to write to you about my scar. I woke up this morning and my scar was..."
Harry looked up. A barn owl was tapping at his window. It was holding a piece of parchment. He quickly strode to the window and slid it open. A blast of wind met him. The owl dropped the letter into his palm and flew off without so much as a hoot. Harry shut the window and returned to his desk, unrolling the parchment. It was from Dumbledore.
"Dear Harry,
I trust you haven't been up to anything that could endanger you, but then again, you could never stay away from adventure, could you? Well, I just hope that you are safe and sound, however safe you can be with the Dursleys.
I am, however, writing to you about a serious issue. Tonight, all the wizards and witches against Voldemort will meet at Hogwarts, and I think, in your situation, you deserve to know what is going on and should attend this meeting. And as a bonus, you'll be able to meet Snuffles and Remus Lupin."
Harry grinned in delight.
"I hope you will be able to come and am ready to welcome you. Should you need any help getting away from the Dursleys, contact Ron or Hermione. They are extremely eager to meet Snuffles and Remus again.
Do not breathe a word of this to anyone. I am waiting.
Yours,
Albus Dumbledore."
