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A/N: I'm back and I've totally re-written this fic, and this time it's actually going to be good. Yay me! I hope I get as many reviews as I did for the last time I tried to write this fic, or maybe more *hinthint*

I hope you all had a happy New Year and to those that celebrate, I hope you had a great Christmas. I sure did.

The Death of the Dursleys

(Redone Edition)

Chapter Two

Till Death Us Do Part

Harry tied the letter to Sirius onto Hedwig's left foot, and he brought the white snowy owl to the window. "Get this letter to Sirius, Hedwig, please. I'm relying on you," whispered Harry, and he watched her fly out of the window. He sighed. A small weight had been lifted off his shoulders by writing to Sirius, but Harry still felt worried.

The fact that Voldemort was out there worried him greatly. Harry knew that his friends would stand by him whatever happened, but he also knew that he couldn't trust everybody. And unfortunately, quite a few people were out to get him.

Voldemort, and his ever-faithful gang of Death Eaters, were on the top of that list. Then, there came the journalists. Ever since the Triwizard tournament the previous year, every wizarding tabloid and magazine had slowly been receiving information about the boy who lived, and also about the death of Cedric. All this information came from one specific unknown source, but to Harry, this 'unknown source' was very well known. It was Draco Malfoy.

Naturally, Rita Skeeter had not been able to keep her word to Hermione that she would not start spreading lies again. The first thing that she had done as soon as Hermione had released her was to go to her office in the Witch Weekly headquarters and write an article about the Triwizard tournament, including all the details.

She had described everything, including Hermione and Krum, Harry being hugged by Fleur when he came out of the lake, and of course the death of Cedric. This had pleased not one of the Weasleys, but nothing could be done.

Harry lay on his bed and tried to get rid of all the thoughts that were crowding his head. He decided to go and sit in his recently tidied garden and get rid of his headache, so he put on a jumper, for it was becoming chilly outside, and he set of down the stairs.

***

Keith Bones got up off the floor. He was shaking, and beads of sweat decorated his forehead. He did a quick spell to calm his nerves, and then he apparated to his home in Kent.

"Susan!" he called, as he stepped into the living room. "Susan, are you home?"

"Coming Dad," called a voice from the top of the stairs. Down them came a girl dressed in a black dress, and she entered the room holding her mascara. "What is it?"

"Well," began Keith. "I was, um, thinking, we don't really talk much. With you being away at, er, Hogwarts all the time, and when you come back I'm always away at work, but now that I've been made redundant, maybe we should get to know each other better. I want to know my daughter. How is, er, school?"

"It's OK I suppose," replied Susan.

"Tell me about your, em, friends." Her father said. The beads of sweat were slowly returning to his face.

"They're nice." Susan was well known for her direct and short answers.

"Harry, er, Potter's in your year, isn't he?"

"Yeah. He goes round with Hermione Granger, and…" Susan's voice trailed off and she sighed. "…and Ron Weasley." She finished.

"You have, er, Weasleys in your year?" asked Mr. Bones, pretending to sound surprised.

"Yeah. They live at the Burrow, not far from here."

"The Burrow, eh?"

***

Harry sat down on a bench in the front garden of his house. The breeze blew through his dark hair and tiny splatters of rain landed on his glasses. Gray clouds drifted through the sky as Harry sat, and suddenly, the rain began pouring down in buckets. Thunder and lightening roared through the sky, and then there was a different flash, a flash of green light coming from the back of the house. Harry stood up and slowly walked round the side of the building.

A cloud of a different sort was hanging in the air. It was green. It was in the shape of a skull. It was the dark mark. On the grass were lying three bodies.

"Oh shit," muttered Harry.

A/N: The second chapter is up, sorry about the small wait, I was away for Christmas.

Anonymous: Thank you. Personally I think my old fic was total crap.

The Twenty-Third ring: First reviewer, and I hope you'll be as faithful as you say.