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A/N: first I would like to point out that English is not my native language so I will probably have a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes so bear with me please. I am looking though for a Beta reader so anyone who is interested please contact me by my email namwolf@walla.co.il .
My second point is that I will not describe Harry his life and the third task unless the plot will demand it if not I will simply assume that all of you know what I'm talking about.
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A strange package
The night was deep and dark, and the only light came from a window at the upper level of a very ordinary looking house.
Suddenly, a wind started to blow bringing with it scents of summers long gone, and of summers yet to come. Ever so slowly the clouds drifted away and the stars came out. Light had returned to the darkened street. A clear moonlight beam fell on the lightened window, and the dark haired boy that sat on his bed at the room.
Harry Potter raised his head from the history of magic's essay he was in the progress of completing, and listened. It seemed to him that he could hear something in the night, something familiar. He rose from the bed and stood at the window, gazing intensely into the night thoughts running through his head. As always lately his thoughts turned back to the horrible night in the graveyard at the end of his last year. Green light flashed in his head and he could hear the evil laughter that accompanied it. "It was not my fault, not my fault, there was nothing I could do, nothing!" he muttered under his breath again and again like a mantra but the words sounded hollow in his ears and the weight of guilt laid heavily on his chest.
Just then a swoosh.of wings was sound and a silver owl flew into the room and dropped a small package at Harry's hands. Interested and not a little surprised Harry looked at the package trying to determine it's origins. There was writing on top of the package, an inscription written in fluid and elegant, golden letters, which clearly addressed this package to Harry. However Harry did not open it, if anything the last year had taught him caution. He was reluctant to open w hat could so obviously be a trap. /It could be another portkey, to Voldemort's headquarters and this time there will be no escaping/ he thought apprehensively to himself. And yet… there was no sense of darkness about the package, in fact if anything there was a sense of light radiating from it. Finally curiosity overruled caution and with half harted laugh and /if it will kill me than it will kill me/ flushing through his mind Harry opened the package.