Chapter 1- The letter

Harry Potter was an unusual boy, no doubt about that. Although most people in the muggle world did not view him as abnormal at all, except that he had the most wild scar on his forehead. (Muggle is the world that magical people use for non-magical folks)

Years before Harry found out that he was a wizard, he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle. Harry was told that he was living with them because his parents had died in a car crash. Just around four years ago, Harry found out he was a wizard, and his parents were killed by the evil Lord Voldemort.

Harry was going to be starting his fifth year at Hogwarts, the wizarding school he attended, and he could not wait. He was on summer vacation, and this summer vacation would change the rest of his summer vacations forever. **********

Harry woke up because of the usual banging around of his oversized uncle, and his extremely big cousin, Dudely. Harry reached over to his bedside table, and looked at the clock.

"Four o'clock," he shouted, "they must be mad!"

Harry grabbed his glasses and ran down the steps. His relatives waking this early triggered something in Harry, and he knew it couldn't be good. Downstairs he found his aunt and uncle looking very disturbed. A muggle machine was was displaying pictures of flashes of green light upon dark country sides. Harry knew what this machine was, for he had lived with muggles for his whole life.

Those pictures disturbed Harry though. His previous year at Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort had risen to power again. Harry remembered those flashes of green light were undoubtedly the Avada Kedavra curse at work. His previous year that same curse was almosed used on him by Lord Voldemort himself. Harry knew that those flashes of light were from Lord Voldemort and his minions using that curse.

"Twelve people dead in the same night?" Harry heard his uncle say. "This cannot just be lightning! One of the people from my office was killed!"

Harry's uncle worked at a drill factory. He didn't have many employees, so this was a big deal.

Then Aunt Petunia said, "Well, I believe those newscasters. And I will keep believing them until I hear other wise."

"Don't be foolish woman," Uncle Vernon shouted. Harry pictured his face turning many shades of purple. "All of these strikes are not far from Privet Drive. I think it has something to do with the boys kind!"

Harry was used to being refered to as "the boy," or "it," so this didn't bother him much. "Maybe I shouldn't have told Uncle Vernon about how I was almost killed last year," Harry thought. It was true that he told Uncle Vernon and Dudely this, just so he could rub in his face that he was better than the rest of them.

"I can't believe you can even think of that! There are so few of those people these days there is no way they can strike so near to us. And plus, there's been a lot of storms lately, they probably got caught out in one!" screamed Aunt Petunia.

Harry was thinking of where Dudley was and then all the sudden he was picked up off the ground from his collar.

"I'm gonna tell Daddy and Mommy your listening to their conversation, spat Dudley. "They'll give me back my room for sure."

Harry had gotten Dudley's old room a few years back, and it was they best thing his Aunt and Uncle had ever done for him. He loved his room, because for the beginning part of his life he was locked in a cabinet under the stairs.

Dudley ran into the kitchen where his parents were, dragging Harry along with him. Harry knew he was in trouble. He wasn't supposed to come out of his room until six o'clock. When Uncle Vernon saw Harry, he turned from purple to a shade of pinkish-red.

"See Petunia, Harry here could have been out killing all of those people!" yelled Uncle Vernon, spitting pieces of a pastry onto Harry.

"Nonsense," roared Aunt Petunia, "I checked to make sure he was in bed before that news report came on!"

Harry chuckled to himself. So Aunt Petunia did think he did it, so she probably thought it was someone from the wizarding world also. The two didn't realize what Aunt Petunia said, and went on with their argument. Dudley was obviously sad that Harry didn't get in trouble, so he ran sulking to his room. Harry ran to his room too. He had a headache, probably because he hadn't had enough sleep. **********

Harry woke up later that morning being pecked by his Snowy Owl, Hedwig. She had a small letter attached to her leg. This would seem very unusual to muggles, but this is exactly how people in the wizarding world send letters. Harry untied the letter and Hedwig cooed. Then she flew over and went to sleep in her dark cage.

Harry opened the letter and read:

Dear Harry, You have probably seen on the muggle tevelision that many people have been killed lately. As you probably expected, this is the work of Lord Voldemort. The magical community has suffer great losses in the "Dark War." Voldemort is demolishing everything in his path, just as he used to. Under the circum stances, I am allowing you to stay with Sirius Black next year. He is the only person I know that has such love for you, and he will do any thing to save you. For the rest of the summer, you will stay with your Aunt and Uncle. Do not be worried as of right now, for not much is happening.

~Professor Albus Dumbledore

Harry was ecstatic. His best wish had come true, he was finally going to be able to leave the Dursley's. He quickly got out his parchment and quill, and started writing letters to Hermione and Ron, his two best friends in the whole world. When he was done writing the letters, he ran downstairs and told his Aunt and Uncle he would be moving away. They were seemed to be more happy than he was.