Where We Belong

AN: Ok, well then, my second story. This one's going to be a good deal longer. so, enjoy!!

Also, my friend Kit-Kat is going to help me beta, probably, so thanks to her too!

Chapter 1

Where are you going, with your long face pulling down?

Don't hide away, like an ocean

But you can't see, but you can smell

And the sound waves crash down

I am no superman

I have no answers for you

I am no hero, oh that's for sure

But I do know one thing for sure

Is where you are, is where I belong

I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?

Are you looking for answers, to questions under the stars?

If along the way you are growing weary, you can rest with me until a brighter day

It's okay, where are you going, where do you go?

I am no superman

I have no answers for you

I am no hero, oh that's for sure

But I do know one thing for sure

Is where you are, is where I belong

I do know, where you go, is where I want to be

Where are you going, where do you go?

Are you looking for answers, where do you go?

Where are you going?

Where do you go?

Let's go.

Where Are You Going? By: Dave Matthews Band ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

15 year-old Harry Potter stood in front of the mirror on his wardrobe and brushed his hair off his forehead to inspect his scar.

All this summer, up until July 30, his scar hadn't hurt. Yet. But Harry new it was only a matter of time before his good fortune ran out. He knew that the only reason he hadn't sensed any of Voldemort's activity was because he was still recovering from Harry's fifth year adventure.

Voldemort had parasited off of Millicent Bulstrode, a Slytherin in Harry's year . Harry still had frequent nightmares about the battle in which he had contributed to the act of getting rid of Voldemort once again, killing the classmate, albeit a Slytherin, in the process.

Harry brought his thoughts back to his current situation. He certainly was not looking forward to another un-birthday at the Dursleys'.

Dudley was still on his diet, while Uncle Vernon had convinced Aunt Petunia that the whole family (excluding Harry) didn't need to starve.

This didn't stop Mrs. Weasley from sending parcels of food at the beginning of the summer.

Speaking of the Weasleys, Harry missed all of them a lot. Over the previous year, Harry and Ginny Weasley had become much closer, owing mainly to the fact that Ron and Hermione had finally admitted their feelings for eachother.

Harry didn't mind this, although he sometimes felt like a third wheel. That was when he had discovered another side of the seemingly shy Ginny.

Harry had soon discovered that Ron hadn't been lying when he had said that Ginny "never shut up". Ginny had stopped blushing around Harry soon after the start of his fifth year.

They had hung out, gone to the kitchens, snuck around under the invisibility cloak, gone to Hogsmeade together (as friends, of course), and even pulled a prank on Snape (they had turned his hair glittery pink with a 24-hour charm on it). Ginny had become a part of the group, Harry's best friend.

But lately, whenever Harry thought about Ginny, he got a funny fluttering feeling in his stomach. Whenever he was with her, he felt good. He had a feeling what it was, but didn't want to acknowledge it.yet.

Harry once again pulled himself out of dream-land, and sat down on his bed, laying back.

It was nearly 10:00 pm, and Harry was exhausted from the hard day of chores, and that wasn't even to say the rest of his summer had been restful.

Aunt Petunia had given him numerous chores this summer, many requiring physical strength. As a result, Harry had become quite fit, and had even had a growth spurt.

All in all, he was now 6 feet tall, well-toned from the summer's work, and not at all bad looking.

Harry sat in bed thinking for a while more, and soon fell into a restless sleep. He awoke a few hours later, not knowing why, until he heard a tapping sound at the window. It was 1:00 am. He looked over towards the window, and saw that it was Hedwig, back from hunting, along with four other owls. There was Hermes, Pig, Errol, and one other unidentified bird, a large barn owl.

Harry wondered who had sent him mail with Errol, and why Percy had let them. He opened the window and let them in quickly, opening Hedwig's cage, and untying the owl's burdens. He picked up Errol off his bed and placed him at the bottom of the cage, and then watched Hermes swiftly depart from the window.

Looking up to see Pig flying around the ceiling in circles, Harry expertly snatched Pig out of the air, and unlatched the parcel and letter.

Pig zoomed exuberantly over to the cage, while Hedwig eyed him disdainfully, Errol was still lying at the bottom of the cage. Walking over to the other owl, Harry waited for it to stick out its leg, and then he pulled the package off his leg, turned around to find a treat, and then the owl was off.

Harry piled the gifts onto the bed and sat down, looking excitedly at the small mound of gifts.

He first opened the package from Pig. It was from Ron and Hermione, who had sent him a package together. Harry laughed to himself, thinking that Ron and Hermione already acted like a married couple with their fighting and that they had sent him a present together.

Harry opened the package, and out fell a round bauble. It was clear, circular, and made out of a think glass, with a small pad equivalent to a muggle touch screen. Upon further inspection, Harry realized that it was a Talkamajigger. Harry read the note from Ron and Hermione (written together), and in it, it said that Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Sirius all had one, too (which is why Hermione and Ron had pooled their money to buy them).

Harry then opened the next package, the one from Hermes. It was from Ginny. He eagerly opened the wide, flat package. Inside, he found a picture frame with a picture of Ginny and himself (AN: I love pictures! My wardrobe top is cluttered with picture frames, some filled, some empty). Harry remembered this picture being taken. He and Ginny had been studying together by the lake, when Colin had come up to them.

They had both decided to pose for the shot, and had stood up, dusted themselves off, and wrapped their arms around eachothers' shoulders. They were both smiling, it had been a sunny, homework-free weekend. No one had perceived the impending attack.

Harry forced himself out of this gloomy thought, and happily placed the picture on his desk next to his bed.

Ginny had sent him a letter as well.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! I hope you are having a good summer, and that the muggles are treating you well. * here Harry snorted* What have you been up to lately? Did you get Ron and Hermione's present? Isn't that funny that they sent it together. They act just like a married couple. Ron is so excited about Hermione's being here. He even cleaned his room. I suppose you're wondering how I convinced Percy to let me use Hermes? Well, let's just say I have blackmail on him. I couldn't give it away, but I'll give you a hint. Think Penelope. I think that should be hint enough. I really must be going, but I hope Professor Dumbledore lets you stay for at least the last two weeks of the summer. If not, I'll see you in Diagon Alley or on the Hogwart's Express. Cheers!

Love From,

Ginny

Harry then opened the unidentified owl's package. It turned out to be from Sirius. Sirius had told Harry that he was still in hiding, but was now searching for Peter Pettigrew, on a mission from Dumbledore. The rest of Sirius' letter told how he was doing, asked how Harry was doing, and about his scar.

Harry took the wrapping off of Sirius' parcel, and found in it a box. It was small, and velvet lined. Inside it was a beautiful necklace, of gold and emeralds. Harry wondered why Sirius would send him jewelry, until he read the note that went with it.

The note was brief, but explained the reason all the same. It said:

Harry-

This was your mother's necklace. I found it laying next to Lily that Halloween night. Your father gave it to her their first Christmas together, and she always wore it. I kept it with me always, as it had Fire proof, Water proof, Lose proof, and Steal proof charms on it. I hope you will find good use for it, just as she did.

Sirius

Harry sat still for a moment, staring at it in amazement. Having his mum's necklace right here, with him, made him realize how much he missed both of his parents. He wished he could have gotten to know the better, and that they were still alive today. He knew he would keep it safe always.

Harry finally got to the last present. It was from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. It had some toffee and a letter in it.

Harry read the letter, in which Mrs. Weasley asked how he was doing, how his summer was, and if the Dursley's were starving him again.

Then the writing changed, and Harry suspected that Mr. Weasley was writing now. In Mr. Weasley's part of the letter, he explained that the letter was a Port Key. It would take him directly to the Weasley's, and would work any time after Harry turned sixteen.

All Harry had to do was tap the letter with his wand, and make sure that he had a hand on his baggage. That was when Harry realized, he was truly sixteen! Another year older, and he hadn't even realized. It had taken all these reminders, and a portkey that was only activated for a sixteen-year- old to make Harry remember.

Quickly and quietly, Harry dashed around the room packing his trunk, checking the loose floorboard, and setting Hedwig and the other now-rested owls, telling Hedwig to meet him at the Weasleys'.

Harry checked everything over again, quickly changed, and wrote the Dursley's a goodbye note, explaining where he would be, and telling them not to expect him to come home for Christmas break (not that they would have let him).

Looking at the clock, Harry saw that it was just after 6:00 in the morning. He went downstairs quietly, ate some breakfast, checked his room again, and then waited. He sat on the bed for what seemed like hours, but was really only thirty minutes.

Finally, at 8:15, Harry gathered his things around him, tapped the letter with his wand, and felt the nauseating tug at his navel.

He was off to the Weasley's.

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AN: How do you like it? Do you think it's a good start? Leave all ideas, questions, and comments in a review. I'll try to get another chapter up within the next week, but these take a loooong time to write! Thank you!