Chapter 1- prologue

Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light, he was laughing at her. 'Come on you can do better than that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest. The laughter had not died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. He released Neville, though unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch. Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then it fell beck into place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but he knew it meant nothing- Sirius had only just fell through the archway, he would reappear from the other side at any second .... But Sirius did not reappear. 'SIRIUS!' he yelled. 'SIRIUS!' He had just reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be behind that curtain; he would pull him back out.... But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back. "There's nothing you can do, Harry-" 'Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!' "- It's too late, Harry." "There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.he's gone.'

Harry Potter woke up. He was all sweaty and shaking. Another one of those dreams, why can't they just stop? He thought to himself. He searched for his glasses, when he found them he sat up. In was dim in his bedroom as it was early in the morning. He walked to his desk and opened the top drawer, he searched the drawer and found what he was looking for. It was a mirror. He looked into the broken glass in the mirror and said "Sirius, Sirius Black." Nothing happened, he was used to nothing happening. He had tried so many times in the past, but as usual, it was the same outcome. He put the mirror back in his desk.

He started to play one of his favourite games, the blame game. Everything either came back to him, mostly him or Voldemort. He thought, Sirius would still be here if it was not his love for playing hero.

He was disrupted from his thoughts, when Uncle Vernon yelled at him from the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to him " get down here, this instant, you lazy bum, Potter. As he walked out of his bedroom, he felt the ground shake, he turned around.

As he turned around, he could see a big blob running towards him , it was running towards him. A few seconds later he realised it was Dudley. He was running, well trying to run Harry thought and laughed. He regretted laughing, as Dudley heard him, he rammed Harry into the wall as he passed. After he recovered, he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. "About time" said Uncle Vernon. "Help your aunt cook breakfast." As soon as Harry came over to help Aunt Petunia at the stove, she left the stove and left Harry in charge. He bought the Breakfast over to the table and sat down next to Dudley. Aunt Petunia was cooing over Dudley and saying "How's my little boxing diddydums this morning?" "Fine" said smugly. Harry made a face why would anyone want to praise someone who's just using physical violence to win? Harry thought. As he started eating, his uncle said "We're going on a holiday. As in Me, Dudley and your Aunt are going. You," he said looking at Harry. "Are going to Mrs Figg's for the rest of the holidays. Find your own way to King's Cross." Harry was slightly in shock, but at least, he got to have contact with the magical world.

So, all day the Dursley's and Harry were packing. Once they were all packed, they got into the Dursley's car and Harry, was dropped off at Mrs Figg's. Mrs Figg welcomed him in and they started talking about the magical world. "What has Voldemort been up to lately, Mrs Figg?" Harry asked. "There's been quite a few murders lately" Mrs Figg answered. Harry said "when am I going to see Ron and Hermione?" " hmm, maybe to the end of the holidays."

As Harry got out of bed the next morning, in the guest bedroom at Mrs Figg's house, Harry realised, there was only one and a half weeks left of the holidays. After he had gotten dressed, we walked into the dining room to find blood every- where.