A/N- This is my first posted fanfic. I finally decided to write this one up before someone else came up with the idea. Hope you like. PG13- Just in case.

Of course, I don't own Harry Potter. if only

Chapter One- The Move

"What were you thinking boy?" Vernon Dursley shouted ferociously as he shook the small skinny black-haired boy.

"Lee..Leett.Let me go." he stuttered as his uncle shook him. Harry Potter, a fourteen-year-old boy had just arrived back at his uncle's house in Surrey, after a year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"What did you say boy?" He asked rhetorically, "Let you go?" he bellowed shaking with anger. "And why, pray tell, would I want to do that?" He released Harry and walked to a small glass cabinet, containing rum and whisky. Harry quickly ran up to his small room upstairs.

Harry locked his door and collapsed back on his bed, out of breath. The lanky, black haired and green-eyed boy looked around his room. He heard his Uncle Vernon stomping up the stairs, and braced himself.

He thought about the recent events that had taken place. After arriving at Kings Cross, Uncle Vernon had silently driven back to Privet Drive. Harry remembered walking in to the house and feeling anxious. He saw the new fireplace. Obviously his uncle had gotten it fixed since the Weasleys had 'dropped' by the last year.

Harry smiled at the thought of the Weasleys. Ron, his best friend, Fred and George, the notorious twins, Charlie, Bill, Percy and Ginny. They all had flaming bright red hair. He felt twinge of loneliness as he stared at his ceiling.

"OPEN THIS DOOR BOY!" Uncle Vernon shouted, pounding at the door. The door started to groan underneath the pressure and weight put in behind it, for Mr Dursley was no small man. Rather the opposite, he was a short beefy man with a vanishing neck and double chin. Little flecks of wood started propelling themselves at Harry, as the door started to splinter. "IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT NOW, I PROMISE YOU WILL SUFFER!" came a fierce growl through the door.

Harry jumped off his bed and tried to open the window. The glass hag been solidly glued in, and the only escape option was the small skylight, which he let Hedwig through. Smashing his fist against the glass, he grimaced as his hand turned red. The glass remained firmly in place.

Against everything, he reached under his pillow and grabbed his wand. The door shattered moments later, with a red, puffing Mr Dursley standing in its place. Behind him stood a smirking Dudley, his cousin, and a tall, glaring Mrs Dursley.

His uncle noticed him holding the wand, and retreated ever so slightly. He shuffled back onto the landing outside. But then he smiled evilly.

"You wouldn't dare boy." He said, his voice full of malice, "You'd be expelled from that school of yours. And you couldn't have that." He took a moment to brush the wood splinters from his suit. "Well boy, put it down and come here!" he shouted.

Harry weighted out his options. His uncle was right, if he used magic, then he'd be expelled from Hogwarts, and never see his friends again. On the other hand, he could go on the run, and live with Sirius, but Dumbledore had told him it was better to stay with the Dursleys, and he's be disobeying Dumbledore. Harry chose the second option, better to be as far away from the Dursleys as possible.

Raising his wand, he shouted "Accio Cloak' and as the cloak swept around him, he disappeared from their sight. Watching the Dursleys eyes widen in astonishment, he screamed loudly for effect, and sent them screaming down the stairs.

Packing up his belongings, he waited till night, and dragged his things down the stairs. Reaching the end of Privet Drive, Harry stuck his wand out and whispered, "Sparkius." As he expected, the familiar (I)Knight Bus(I) rolled up to the road, responding to the bright red sparks flying from his wand. The doors opened, followed by smoke billowing out.

"Oy, look Er, it's Neville Longbottom gain'." A pimply man, in his mid- twenties came out and carried Harry's things aboard the rickety looking bus. "Where ya' off ta' today?" he asked grinning at Harry.

As he walked onto the bus, he sighed relieved that they hadn't recognised him. But climbing up the steps, he didn't see the girl leaning against a letterbox, staring at him intently and smiling.

"Dumb, you are Stan. This ain't no Neville Longbottom, he's arry' potter. Can't you see the scar, you duff?" Harry smiled as he privately clenched his fist in frustration. "Diagon Alley again, sir?" Ernie asked reverently. Harry nodded and handed over 14 sickles.

Looking at the row of brass beds, he walked to the one in the back corner of the bus. Putting his things at the end of the bed, he started talking to Hedwig.

"Lot of trouble we're in now, aren't we girl?" she hooted softly and pecked his bed. "Do you reckon you'll be able to find Sirius?" she hooted crossly, at his lack of belief in her. Taking a quill from his trunk, he found an inkbottle and began to write:

Sirius,
I'm currently in the Knight Bus and heading towards
Diagon Alley. I'll probably stay at Ron's for the rest
of the summer. Cheers, Harry.

Tucking the parchment into Hedwig's wing, he opened a window and let her fly out. Watching her leave, he wondered where he would go if Ron didn't want him. Changing into his pyjamas, he fell asleep in his bed.

Harry awoke to a shaking going through his body. "Mister Potter, sir, we've reached Diagon Alley. Harry groaned and got up groggily. He changed into his robes and stumbled out of the bus. Stan carried his trunk out for him. Tipping his hat, he walked back to the bus.

Harry stared at the pathway in front of him. It was early in the morning, and the shops were just starting to open. Harry walked down Diagon Alley until he reached the shop called Magical Convenience in the window he saw their slogan Convenience that's Convenient! Harry walked in and shut the door behind him. The same girl from Privet Drive, walked passed the window and paused. A blonde haired boy joined her, and they both walked away.

The shop was full of shelves filled full of wizarding things. There was magical cutlery that set it self up, phones that answered for you, mirrors that showed the real you, and much more. Harry wondered around, looking at all the weird things. Searching in his robes, he found the little wizarding money he had left. Walking to the counter, he looked around for a clerk.

"Behind you." Came a misty voice. A tall orange-haired witch beckoned him to her. "What is it you are looking for, child?" She glided behind the counter and waited for his reply.

"I'm looking for Floo Powder." He whispered, as it seemed the right thing to do. The tall witch swept away from him, and within a few seconds returned. She placed a jar on the table. "Uh, I only need enough for one trip." He said quietly.

"Very well, take a pinch and pay me three knuts." He placed three bronze knuts on the counter and took a pinch of the shimmering dust. "There's a fireplace in the back." She said, gesturing towards a door in the back of the shop.

Harry walked to the door and opened it. A large green fire sprang from a small fireplace and filled the room with light. Harry dragged in his trunk behind him, and after much difficulty, managed to throw the powder in and shout "The Barrow!" pushing his trunk into the fire and jumping in himself.

Light swirled around Harry and engulfed him. As the light became brighter he fell out of a fireplace and landed on top of his trunk, knocking himself unconscious.

"Harry, Harry, Harry!" a voice called in the darkness. "Wake up!"

"Is he dead? Please, he's not dead is he?" another said far away. Harry tried to open his eyes, but as the light entered, he had to clench them tight again.

"Oy, look, he's waking up." He felt himself being propped up against something, as he swirled back into black.

A bright light blinded him, causing him to shield his eyes with his hands. As he squinted through the light, he made out a figure of a girl walking towards him. She had green eyes like him, except hers constantly flicked to purple. Her long black hair, was streaked with pure silver and gold. He was entranced by her, and ignoring the light, reached out towards her. She smiled then laughed as she shrank back into the darkness.

Harry jerked awake and upset the blankets around him. "Where, where am I?" The room was dark, and smelled musty. There was a rhythmic sound coming from the grandfather clock standing besides the door. A light shone from underneath the door, where he could hear the faint sound of voices. Pushing away the blanket covering him, he walked shakily towards the door. Down the stairs he went, and picked up the end of an absurd conversation.

"No dear. We can't have frog guts for dinner." A sigh came from the kitchen below. "Because I've already started making the pond soup and we haven't got any frogs." A sweet aroma drifted up the stairs to Harry.

"But I hate pond soup." Someone pounded their fist on the table. "What about if me and George go down to the swamp and catch some frogs." Another sigh came from the woman, and then she laughed.

"If you boys can catch more than enough frogs in that dirty swamp of yours, then I'll make as much frog guts as you want." As Harry came to the end of the stairs, he saw Mrs Weasley nod her head. "Now be off with you, fair is fair." She saw Harry at the stairs.

"Harry! What are you doing up? You should be in bed, resting." She said warmly. She moved towards Harry and suddenly he was engulfed in a hug. He struggled for air as Mrs Weasley squeezed him.

"Oy mom. What do you think you're doing?" Harry heard the door slam.

"Yeah, mom. You're gonna kill him, and he just got here!" Suddenly arms pulled Mrs Weasley off him and the twins jumped onto him. "What you doing here Harry?" Fred said.

"We thought we'd only see you back at school." George answered, winking.

"Speaking of which, you boys can't honestly tell me you've finished ALL your homework. Can you." Mrs Weasley asked humorously. "Leave Harry with me, and I want both of you done before dinner, or no supper for either of you.

"Aww, mum." They answered in unison, and turned around heading up the creaky stairs. "Don't forget the frog guts." They cried suddenly. George waved his wand and frog guts started to fall from the ceiling. They gave a hearty laugh and ran up the stairs.

Mrs Weasley had her wand out in no time, and was getting rid of the frog guts. "I swear, those boys would do anything." And then she remembered Harry standing there. "Poor boy, what are you doing here? We weren't expecting you for at least another month!"

Harry stared at the frayed carpet in the Weasleys kitchen. The threads didn't match and looked like they had been glued together. He opened his mouth to speak, but the image of the girl appeared in his mind and his scar burned. He shouted and clutched his scar. It wasn't like when Voldemort was near him, but more of a jerk into reality.

"Oy, 'arry! You gonna say hello to me or what?" Harry saw Ron walk down the stairs followed quickly by Ginny. "After all, I'm only your best friend." When he reached Harry, he swung his arm around him and said quickly, "Alright there Harry?"

Harry nodded quietly and saw Ginny blush when he caught her staring at him. "Hi Ginny." He said hoarsely. Because he hadn't used his voice it came out scratched and dry. He held his throat and looked at Ron.

"It might take a while to come back, dearie." Mrs Weasley said kindly. "After all, you've been asleep for a week." She concluded, passing him a glass of water. As he finished drinking it, she waved her wand and it apparated to the sink.

"I've.I've been asleep for a week?" Harry started slowly, regaining his voice. He tested it's boundaries. "I'm sorry to barge in on you, but." He lowered his eyes. How could he tell these people about his family problems? It wasn't fair on them, especially after they had been looking after him for a week. "Well, I'd just like to say thank you very much for letting me stay here."

Mrs Weasley beamed, "I'm glad you like it Harry. Don't worry dearie, stay as long as you want. You can tag-along with us to the train station." Ron and Ginny nodded behind her.

That's exactly what Harry felt like. A tag-along. "Um. Are you sure? I mean, I'd do housework and the chores and cleaning. I could really help out a lot. I've had heaps of practice at the Dursleys." He stuttered, unsure of how to express his relief and gratitude.

"Why don't be silly!" Mrs Weasley cried out. You're our guest! Relax and make yourself at home." She turned on her heel and walked back to her sink or dirty dishes.

"Hmph." Harry heard Ron mutter. "Pity she never says that to us, hey Gin?" he smiled, and led Harry back upstairs. "So tell me everything! How come you came so early?" he asked, jumping over an old looking step. "This is great! We can do something for your birthday, instead of trying to get by those stuffy Dursleys of yours. And we can invite Hermione around, maybe even Dean, Seamus and Neville. Mum could take all the stuff outside and we can have a joint party. Yours, and returning to school. Not that I think it's worth celebrating, but.Then there's the world cup to consider. It's in Egypt, but Bill got tickets because Gringotts is sponsoring the event. Can you believe our luck? More free Quidditch tickets! And Harry, you won't believe it, but England are in to the finals! Ever since they got."

Harry was perfectly happy letting Ron prattle off things to do while he visited. The fact that he knew he was wanted and accepted, made him feel like a million dollars. If only he had that much, he knew he'd give it all to the Weasleys in a flash.

"Hey Ron?" Harry asked him. By this time, they had already reached their room, and Ron was opening a packet of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans.

"Yep?" Ron tore open the top of the packet, and began to shovel the beans into his mouth. "Argh, blackberry!" he spat a blackish, bluish bean out onto the floor. "Can't stand the taste of them, make me go all funny inside."

"Never mind Ron, never mind." Harry laughed. "But, I was just wondering, what would happen with, um, Cedric Diggory, now that he's gone." He looked up uncomfortably at Ron. "I mean, what do wizards do when they die?"

Ron shook his head at Harry, "It's the same as Muggles, Harry. We bury their bodies and send our love out to them." He looked thoughtfully at his best friend. "It's like what would have happened after your parents died. You'd still love them, right?" Harry nodded, starting to understand.

"One other thing, Ron." Harry started awkwardly again, "Do you ever have that eerie feeling, like something's going to happen?" He shuddered at the pounding in his head. "Like someone or something's trying to warn you?"

Ron shrugged, "What is it Harry? Your scar? Is it hurting? Like all those times You-Know-Who was around?" Ron gasped. "He can't be back already! Can he?"

"I don't know Ron. This time we didn't defeat him. He just returned to a body." Harry winced, "I just have a funny feeling, that's all." The image of the mysterious girl flashed in his head, before he forgot it entirely.

A/N- Maybe you think it's predictable now, but there's a reason the genre's Mystery.

judi