Disclaimer: I wish I was J.K. Rowling, but I'm not, and that isn't cool

because she is cool and she has a lot of money that I wish I had.



Chapter One


Harry knew there was something behind him. He could hear the leaves crunching on the ground as the soft footsteps grew nearer. He wondered what he should do. Harry started walking a bit faster, his pace uneasy. Then he heard the voice whisper something. He listened more carefully to the low voice.

"Harry, please turn around. Turn around, Harry," the low voice whispered.

The voice was so familiar, yet Harry could not place it. He slowly turned around, ignoring the deep feeling in the pit of his stomach. The face of Sirius Black grinned at him.

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed as he ran over to his godfather. He reached out to give Sirius a hug, but to Harry's surprise, his arms went right through Sirius's body. Harry wondered why he could not touch Sirius. Then he remembered. Sirius was gone.

"Why did I have to be so thick, Sirius? I thought you we're alive! Why did I believe this stupid dream? It's my fault you died!" Harry moaned.

"Bellatrix did this to me, Harry. It's not your fault I died," Sirius said gently to Harry.

"Oh Sirius, why did she have to kill you?" Harry asked his godfather, sobbing while he did so.

"That is what I asked myself after it happened, Harry. I should have been a bit more cautious around Bella. I knew she could, and would, kill me if she had the chance," Sirius said bitterly. " I always asked myself why I had to be related to scum like that."

Sirius uttered the hollow laugh Harry knew very well. Harry felt his face, it was very wet. He knew he was crying, but he could not stop it. His tears flowed more and more freely, but Harry could not stop them. The tears became a river, and Sirius began to drift away.

"Sirius!" Harry cried. "Don't keep me waiting again!"

But Sirius's ghost drifted further and further away.

"I won't, Harry, I won't," called Sirius, as he disappeared from view.

Then Harry heard it. That sound that he heard in many of his dreams. The sound that made the deep feeling in the bottom of his stomach grow. The high pitched, evil laugh. The laugh of Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort.

Harry was in the graveyard again, but Cedric's body wasn't there as it had been in all the other dreams. He saw the shadows of the Death Eaters fall upon the tombstones and on the ground. Harry heard the laugh again. He looked around, but the Death Eaters had disappeared. The only thing he saw was a dark shadow, a shadow he knew was so terrible and evil that it was the shadow of Lord Voldemort. Harry tried to back away from the shadow as it grew nearer to him. He tripped and fell on his backside. He looked at the tall figure. It laughed as its face appeared. The evil, white face with the red slits for eyes.

Harry saw a flash of green light, along with a burst of pain from his scar, and he woke up, covered in sweat and shaking all over. He tried to think about the vision he had just seen. Harry knew it meant something, but what, he knew not. He had just decided to tell Professor Dumbledore about the dream when Hedwig swooped into the room through the open window.

"Hello, Hedwig," Harry said to the snowy owl as she nestled against him and tenderly nipped his fingers. Hedwig was a present from Hagrid in Harry's first few days as a wizard, nearly six years ago. Harry thought about that fateful day, the day he escaped the Dursley's horrid presence. A smile came to his lips as he remembered all the odd and wonderful things that had happened to him since he became a wizard. He was very happy, and the dream was forgotten. But only for a few minutes.

Harry remembered he had to write to the Order, or he knew they would think the Dursleys were mistreating him. The thought of Mad- Eye Moody swooping down upon the Dursleys was very funny to Harry, and made him laugh. Then he began his letter.


Hello Everyone!

I just wanted you to know that I'm still okay, hope all of you are the same. Miss you all. The Dursleys are horrible (as usual), but Aunt Petunia is quite better considering Mum and Dad's murderer is at large. Tell Fred and George that Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is great! I was reading their ad in the Daily Prophet and ordered some of those fireworks. I hope I can see all of you before school starts back. Please write back soon.


-Harry


P.S.-Tell Ron and Hermione to write me back also (if it's possible to put what they want to say in a letter).


Harry thought that was good, so he tied it to Hedwig's leg and sent her off to carry it to the Order members. Then he remembered the dream. He pulled out another slip of parchment and began writing to Dumbledore.


Professor,

Sorry to bother you, but I had a dream. At first, I was being followed by Sirius. We talked but then he disappeared. I was then sent to the graveyard where Cedric died, but his body wasn't there. I saw a shadow, and it turned out to be Voldemort. I saw his face like it was at the Ministry when you fought him. He laughed at me as I looked at him. Then I saw a flash of green light and my scar hurt again. It was probably nothing, but I wanted to tell you just in case it means something. Sorry to bother you.


-Harry


Then he went back to sleep, but Harry woke up a couple of minutes later.It was already morning, Harry knew by the light streaming through the open window. He went to the window to close it. As he did, he saw the letter to Dumbledore lying on his floor. He picked it up and set it on his desk. Then he went down for breakfast.

Aunt Petunia was already cooking bacon and setting the table. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were watching the television in the kitchen. The Dursleys had been a bit nicer to Harry since they found out Voldemort had come back. Not by much, though. Dudley was just scared of magic, and Uncle Vernon could really care less. It was Aunt Petunia who made them act kinder towards Harry. He was mixed up in the way he felt about Aunt Petunia. He usually loathed her as much as the other Dursleys, but now she understood what he was going through and pitied him. It was as though she was actually acknowledging they were related, Harry thought. Harry even considered telling her about Sirius, but then he thought she would tell Uncle Vernon and he would bother Harry about it.

"Morning, Aunt Petunia," yawned Harry as he sat down at the table. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were still in the living room, watching the television, because the one in the kitchen was broken.

"Good morning Harry," sighed Aunt Petunia as she set the table. "Vernon! Dudders! Breakfast is ready!"

Dudley came tromping into the kitchen, followed by his father. Over the past year Dudley had grown a couple of inches, so he was as tall as Uncle Vernon, not to metion as big, if not bigger, around the waistline. Harry, too, had grown a bit. He was still skinny, though, and was still picked on by Dudley and Dudley's gang.

Harry ate his breakfast in utter silence, as he listened to Uncle Vernon drone on about Grunnings and the new drill he had designed. Boredly, he finished eating and went upstairs to his room.

CRASH!

A noise emitted from the room and Harry withdrew his wand. He slowly entered the room as a figure emerged.

"Wotcher, Harry!" grinned Tonks. "How's it going?"

"Great, Tonks! How in the world did you get in there?" he asked the metamorphmagi, who was like a cool older sister to him.

"I apparated here," she admitted. "You know how clumsy I am. I think I knocked over Hedwig's cage. Lucky she wasn't in it."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. He could just imagine Tonks knocking over Hedwig's cage with her in it. He grinned at the thought.

"Well, I came here to get you, so let's go," Tonks said brightly.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. We're going to the Order Headquarters. Dumbledore requested you come immediately. We're havivg a special meeting or something." she said, and grinned. "Everybody's there, and Dumbledore has something important to tell you."

"Wha-"Harry tried to ask, but Tonks just shook her head violently.

"Dumbledore wants to tell you. Oh! You better get packed! I'll go tell your relatives that you're leaving!" Tonks exclaimed.

"Okay," Harry said.

Tonks went walking down the hall.

"Oh!" she exclaimed as she tripped down the stairs.

Harry grinned as he packed his things. This was a turning into a great day .