The day was cool and rainy. Harry continually checked his room to see if there had been anything new from Sirius. By the time Harry went to bed that night, there still hadn't been a owl from anyone. Harry sat at his window and watched till his eyelids felt droopy. Right as he was preparing to go to sleep, he saw a white speck in the night, flying right towards his window. Excitedly, he opened the window to let the owl inside.

He untied the note with shaky hands, inside was not a note from Sirius. Inside was a not from Hermione! Harry wiped his glasses and read the hastily scrawled note impatiently:

Harry,

I am not supposed to be contacting you, but I felt the urge to tell you what's going on. The truth is that there is trouble. I am sure Sirius told you, but Voldemort is after you! You, Ron, and I, have some very risky instructions straight from Dumbledore himself. It is important that I do not say to much to you about it in this letter, (incase of interception) but, there is something that we must do…I am coming to your area ASAP. So, stay alert for owl post.

Stay safe,

Hermione



This was a shock to Harry. Could he be in this much danger? What was going on that was so urgent? He had so many questions he could hardly stand it. Harry thought he could start by reading the Daily Prophet that Sirius had sent him. He lay there in his room for hours. He hadn't had time to read it at all that day, Petunia had had so much work for him! By the time he had read the Prophet from cover to cover, he had learned a lot about what was going on.

The dark force was growing stronger. People were saying it reminded them of the last rise of the dark arts. Several people had gone missing; Paisley Pucket, from the Ministry, D.A.D.A. dept. was one of the most significant loses. Sirius Black's name had been cleared. He had now received large amounts of money and severe apologies from the Ministry for having to stay in Askaban. The Wizard Police had found the body of Peter Pettigrew in a moor outside of London. The moor had apparently been a hotspot for criminal activity of the dark arts sort. It was being monitored heavily.

At first no one had seemed to believe that the dark side was rising slowly, but now people were starting to see that it was indeed, coming back. This made Harry's heart race.

From his bedroom window, Harry saw another owl coming in the distance. When the slow barn owl finally got to his window, Harry untied the note tied to its leg.

Harry,

We're coming to get you tomorrow morning…be ready.

-RON


This news came as even more of a shock to Harry. He slowly left his bedroom, making sure not to wake the Dursleys. He went downstairs, and picked the lock on the cabinet that contained his Magic paraphernalia. He dragged his trunk upstairs and cleaned out his space under the floorboards. He was ready as soon as the sun was up. It was going to be hard to leave with the Dursley's up, so he hoped the Weasleys would be there soon to get him. Sure enough a few minuets he saw the Weasleys car on the horizon. (Of course, they were flying to get him!) Hedwig screeched, and Harry heard Vernons snores falter. He knew they better hurry. The car was nearing, when he heard footsteps in the hall, Vernon was calling his name! He answered, but sure enough, he heard Vernon creep closer to the door. The car was still a ways away when the door of his bedroom slowly opened.
"What is the meaning if this, BOY!" Vernon yelled.
Harry did not have time to answer his trunk was flying towards the window, Hedwigs cage was flying towards the window, and then he was flying towards the window. Vernon was lunging towards him, but he was too large, and Harry was quicker. The last thing Harry saw was Vernons large plum-colored face hanging out of the window in disbelief. Harry chuckled to himself and waved, which only made Vernons face turn a deeper shade of purple.