A/N: I really think I can build this story well, I have a good idea for it and I feel really good about it. Karen A. Plattes
Harry woke up the next morning, feeling determined to have a better cay then the last. Sometime in his sleep he decided to try and be a kid for the summer. As he entered the kitchen he was ignored as usual as he sat down. His uncle and overgrown cousin were watching the morning news and pigging out on fried eggs. Harry smiled, the diet was abandoned and he no longer had to suffer.
The newscaster, who had been talking about triplets, suddenly went into a mournful tone.
" Eleven people killed in another mysterious explosion." This caught Harry's attention. "Detectives are investigating and they have told us that we will remain informed." Harry wondered if it had some thing to do with Voldemont, and if he could be in danger. He must have been wondering out loud, because there was a sudden yell and uncle Vernon was on his feet looking furious.
"Who is this Voldemont?" Uncle Vernon didn't even wait for a response; his fat hand came down and struck Harry across the face. Harry watched his uncle deftly as he ranted and raved, then he obeyed as he was sent to his room.
He had been hit before, but he couldn't register it this time, maybe it had to do with his worries of Voldemont bursting though the front door at any time. He was only halfway up the stairs when there was a yell from the first floor. Within seconds Dudley bounded past him up the stairs, clutching his fat bottom. Only two things were possible. Dudley had gone crazy with paranoia, or there was a wizard in the house.
He went slowly to the door of the living room, afraid that he might find Voldemont standing there, his red eyes glinting from the light of the bay window.
Almost as soon as he pocked his head around the coroner, he ran into the room. Standing by the fake-broken- fireplace was both Sirius and Dumbledor, on the other side of the room stood his uncle torn between fear and outrage.
"Hello Harry." Dumbledor said, the look on his face made Harry's smile fade. It seemed they hadn't come for a chat to catch up. "Can you show us to your room, there are a few things to talk about. Harry nodded and started up the stairs, he was horrified to see in the hall mirror that a large burse had formed under his eye where he was struck.
As they passed Dudley's room they could hear whimpering from behind the closed door.
In Harry's room they closed the door and took places around the room, Sirius at Harry's desk and Dumbledor on his bed, Harry was too nervous to sit.
Dumbledor looked at Harry, his eyes lingering on the burse, Harry turned his head in attempt to hide it, but Sirius stood and took hold of Harry's chin forcing his head to reveal the burse. "Who did this to you?" He asked, furry surging behind his eyes. All Harry could manage was a weak "Vernon". Sirius looked furious, had was about to leave, swearing he would kill him, but Dumbledor stopped him.
"Sirius, we are here for more pressing matters, I think it is best if we get down to the news." Sirius agreed though he looked as if ha wanted to launch down to the living room and garrotte Vernon. Dumbledor turned to Harry, a mournful look on his ancient face. " We have sour news Harry. There is trouble with the wards I have put around this house. They will only work if they love you. And I'm sorry to say that isn't a reality in this house. I think the best place for you is Hogwarts, with Sirius and the staff." Harry was happy for the first time since summer had begun. He would get to live with his godfather, at his favourite place in the world.
" There is also a concern for Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasly, so they too will be staying at hogwarts during the summer. But they will come later on, seeing as though the wards will work splendidly there." He looked around the small room, his eyes taking in the little belongings that Harry owned. "And I don't think there is a reason for you to live here any longer, you can take up a more permanent residence at Hogwarts." Harry was about to jump for joy, but restrained himself, thinking of why he had gotten this opportunity, because his life was in danger. Because he had put his friends in danger; and because he was a danger.
"Collect your things Harry," Sirius said standing near the door, popping his head out the door to look to see if there were anyone in the hall way. " I'll just go and have a word with Vernon." Harry looked to Dumbledor, who to his surprise, was smiling broadly at Sirius.
It didn't take long to get all of his things together. All he really had was his school things. And Dumbledor put a weightless charm on it so it would follow them down the stairs. When they had gotten to the living room they could see that Sirius was still talking to Vernon. They were standing 12 feet apart and were absolutely spiting at each other.
"How dare you hit Harry?! You are a pompous-"
" I con do whatever I like with the boy, while he is under my roof he will treat me with respect and he will not endanger my family!!" Dumbledor lit a fire in the broken fireplace and through Floo-powder into the flames, said 'Hogwarts' and steered Harry into the fire. " Off you go, I'll take care of this, we'll be there is a few minutes." Harry took off his glasses and jumped into the emerald flames.
Harry waited for the room to swim back into view. He had fallen out of the fireplace and had an awful bump on his nose. His glasses were hanging from one ear and his hands were bleeding.
"Up you get Harry." Said a voice above him. Harry looked up to see Professor Lupin; he was smiling at Harry, with an almost amused expression on his face.
" Do you think something is funny? So I hate Floo-powder, there wasn't much of a choice." Lupin's smile widened and took Harry's hand to help him up.
"Nice to see you Harry. We should move out of the way, Dumbledor and Sirius would be here in a few minutes. Sirius has to use the fire like you, the ministry keeps a close watch on apparition so Dumbledor will come after everything is settled." He picked up Harry's chin as Sirius had done and clicked his tongue. " And getting things settled might take longer then expected by the looks of you." He sat down at the desk that occupied the space in front of the window. It was then did Harry realize where he was, he was in Professor Dumbledor's office, by the wall was the shelf that held the sorting hat, the walls were scattered with past Headmasters and mistresses. And in next to the door stood the perch that held a phoenix. Fawks flew to Harry as soon as he saw him, and rested on his arm.
A/N: I will make these chapters short and many since I keep getting e-mail from people telling me not to stop. I will get to the next chapter soon and it will be out in the next few days. I want to thank a particular writer for lending me an idea for a piece of info, which I got full permission for. ^_-