A/N: Back in school…oh the horror. I do wish that I had the rest of the year off…but…I guess not.
Harry Potter lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was four in the morning, and he should probably be getting up. But he didn't really want to get up, for the chief reason that it was still dark out, and one didn't really want to run in the dark, because it led to all sorts of complicated things, such as running into trees and telephone polls. But that was what Harry had been doing all summer. Running. To get away from the Dursley's as much as possible, Harry had decided to go on as many daily runs as was possible, all around Privet Drive, and through Little Whinging. And, he reasoned, it was probably good training for Quiddtich, so if he couldn't practise on his broom, at least he could be in shape for the coming season.
As luck would have it, Harry did not have to force himself to go for a run this morning, although he was forced to get out bed. For, at four in the morning, an owl scratched at his window. It was unusually early for any Hogwarts owl to be coming to Privet Drive, as it was only the end of June. Harry hauled himself out of bed, tripped over a pair of trainers, (which had been left on the floor,) a spell book, (also left on the floor,) a picture of Snape that Ron had sent to him as a joke, which had written on it, "Since I know you miss him so much, I decided to send this to you." The picture was magically enchanted to blow kisses. (Why he could ever think that that was funny, Harry would never know.) He finally reached the window, and decided, as he lifted the sash, to clean his room before Aunt Petunia saw it and fainted. "Not," he thought, "that that would be a bad thing…"
It was a Hogwarts owl, Harry could tell immediately, because it was extremely important looking, and preened itself as Harry untied the letter from its leg. The letter was not the standard Hogwarts letter of the past, but something quite different. In the long, elegant handwriting that Harry remembered so well as the writing on the note with the invisibility cloak, the letter simply stated:
Dear Harry,
You must come to Hogwarts immediately. This is a matter of greatest importance, and also of greatest urgency and secrecy. Do not tell anyone of your departure. Hagrid will come to pick you up today. Please be ready. Use your wand to burn this letter after reading it.
Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore.
Harry, surprised at being told to do magic by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, burned the letter quickly, and began to throw anything and everything into his trunk, which the Dursley's didn't know was upstairs. Harry mentally thanked Fred and George again for teaching him how to pick a lock with a hairpin.
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Remus, Sirius and Ad, (which he insisted on being called,) landed with a muffled thump in a spot that they had apperated to only minutes before, except now the spot they were in was about fourteen years younger. It was right outside of Godric's Hollow, and…
"Dear God," said Sirius suddenly, "Moony, we've been blind."
"We have? I was under the impression that, although dogs have very bad eyes, wolves have very good ones."
"No, that's not what I meant. Godric's Hollow. Lily and James used to live…"
"Do live. They're about a mile away, at the present time."
"Oh, whatever. Lily and James live in a very large manor house. Very large, and very old. And they live in Godric's Hollow. Godric Gryffindor. In an old house that has been passed down from generation to generation, probably since the time of the founders. Of course Harry's related. And, I guarantee, so is James, except that James wasn't an heir, because it's only every two generations…so he was only a mage…"
"You're right, Sirius, we have been blind. Completely, totally, and utterly blind…" Said Remus, looking startled at this new piece of information.
All three stopped short, as they stared Lily and James' house, completely intact, with living occupants inside. Not in pieces, as Sirius had last seen it. Not with the bodies of his best friends…
The continued on, and reached the door. Sirius looked around at Remus and Ad, shrugged, as if it meant nothing to him, and then knocked on the door. There was a moment's pause, then…
"Hello Padfoot! Moony too! I wasn't expecting you tonight!"
A tall, lanky man had opened the door. James Potter, looking exactly as Sirius remembered him from fourteen years ago.
A/N:I have to end it there. I need to do homework. Grr…