Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations belong to J.K. Rowling.

[Author's note: muffinlover - Thanks for your reviews, I'm sorry you weren't feeling too well when you read my story, and I'm happy it made you feel better :) Mordred - Thanks for your review! And for the encouragement to start writing my own fan - fic. It really brings out your creativity when you're writing a story. The reason I based it all on Sirius is to make my only wish to come true, and.. That would ruin my plot so I won't say it. Lina Lupin - I'm glad you like my story :) I thought everyone would understand what I did; I guess not, my mind is very complicated. Ok it wasn't Percy capturing Fudge. It was Voldemort disguised as a ministry worker, who happened to be Percy. And he didn't attack anyone because he would draw attention to himself. Secondly, Harry was in Percy because it was Voldemort, but I've already said that, and Harry can't be anyone other than Voldemort in his dreams. So. that wraps it up.] ]

Harry had gasped out loud after reading Dumbledore's latest letter. So he wasn't insane, Fudge really was a Death Eater. He dashed up to his desk and took out three separate sheets of paper. One for Hermione, one for Ron, and one for. Sirius. Harry breathed in and out.

'He is alive, so he will get the letter'. He said, with confidence in his voice. But shortly after writing the news on the papers, and sending them all off with Hedwig, she returned with Sirius's letter. Harry just took one look at Hedwig, and then collapsed on his bed, in a flurry of disappointment, anger and depression.

There was a soft knock on the door. 'Harry? There's some breakfast w-waiting downstairs for you, if you w-want any that is.' Came the voice of Aunt Petunia. Harry opened the door, and Petunia gawped seeing all the presents everywhere.

'Happy birthday Harry!' Petunia said nervously, pulling him into somewhat of a hug, trying to touch him as less as possible.

'Err, thanks Aunt Petunia' Harry said, pulling away quickly. Had that really happened? Harry walked downstairs and took in the beautiful smell of bacon, pancakes, and eggs.

'Sit down, sit down,' Petunia said, piling food into Harry's plate. 'Is Dudders still in the shower?' Petunia said, while Vernon nodded. Harry snorted; he doubted Dudley ever practiced a type of hygiene.

Vernon sat at the table, newspapers open in front of him. He put it down and took a sip of coffee. He got up, and then went upstairs, returning shortly with an object in his hand.

He walked to the table where Harry sat, wolfing down pancakes smothered in maple syrup. 'Happy birthday, Harry.' He said gruffly. 'How old are you anyway?' Harry looked up, astounded. Wow this is really paying off. He thought. First he actually gets a decent breakfast, now he's getting presents? After threatening to report them to the order? Life can't get any better then this. 'Sixteen' He said, now taking in what he had said. Two years until he can use magic whenever he wanted. He took the present and opened it. He gasped at the beautiful silver, waterproof watch.

'Thank you, Uncle Vernon. How did you know I needed a new watch?' he said.

'Because I don't see you wearing the old one, that's why. Now that, that's over with, Harry, we've received an invitation from Marge. She's invited us to spend a week with her in her summer home. Normally we would send you over to Mrs. Figg's, but under these circumstances, I am forced to ask you if you want to join-' Crack.

A tall gray haired man with a long goatee stood before them, with his spectacles sparkling in the morning sun. Petunia shrieked and threw herself under the table, and Vernon swore and fell off his chair, then ran to the living room.

'Professor Dumbledore! What are you doing here?' Harry said, grinning at his Aunt and Uncle, then standing up to join him.

'Ah, Harry. How you've grown. I have just come to discuss some matters with your dear Aunt and Uncle, before they decide to leave somewhere and take you from the only protection you have. Hello Petunia,' he said, raising the tablecloth.

'It's y-you. The one w-who brought h-him here.' She whimpered, pointing at Harry.

'Ah yes, you've remembered. Now you must remember the letter I've left with you, concerning Harry's safety when I left him on your doorstep.' He paused, waiting for her to agree or disagree. She did neither, so he continued. 'In the wizard world right now, the wizard who murdered Harry's parents is back to his powerful self. Voldemort is back. He is no burglar or normal man with a firearm. He is extremely dangerous, and he has killed countless people with ease. Both your kind, and ours. No one is safe anymore. However, his motive for doing so is not just for amusement. No, the reason for all of this concerns Harry, and that is why we have made him live here, and not in his own world. Shortly before Harry was born, a prophecy or foretelling was made. This contained something that is doomed to happen in the future. The prophecy said that a boy born in the end of July, whose parents has fought and escaped Voldemort three times is bonded to Voldemort. This boy was marked. The prophecy also told us that this boy is the one who can defeat Voldemort. He must either kill Voldemort, or be killed by him. This boy is Harry Potter.'

Harry looked to his shoelaces, as though fascinated by it through Dumbledore's whole speech. Petunia had slowly emerged from under the table, and sat on the farthest chair from Dumbledore. She flinched every time he moved. 'Are w-we in d-danger as well?' Petunia said, very quietly. 'Petunia, in the world right now, every single human being is in danger. Most are not aware of it. Like the non-magical folk, like yourselves. But Harry is the one in the most danger right now; he is the only way to Voldemort's downfall. This is why we need your help Petunia.' Dumbledore said, his eyes locked on Petunia. 'What can I do?' Petunia said in her normal voice, confidence restored. 'Petunia, the reason why I have made Harry stay in this house is because of your relation to Harry's Mother, Lily.' He said, while Petunia flinched at her name.

'Let me explain. The only reason why Harry is not dead right now, and that Voldemort has not taken over the world as we know it, is because Lily died to save Harry. This is a type of magic that Voldemort cannot break. This creates a magical protection on Harry, and whenever he is near his mother, or his mother's blood, he is protected, and Voldemort cannot harm him. This is the same blood that runs in your veins, Petunia. And that creates a magical bond of protection between you and Harry. You cannot run away from it now Petunia. As accepting Harry into your house, you have provided a life-long protection for him.' Dumbledore said.

'So what do you want me to do?' Petunia said, shaking. 'I am asking you to remain in this house with Harry, because anywhere other than here is where Harry might be in peril. If you are planning to go anywhere, your husband and son may go, but I am asking you to stay here and protect Harry. This is the only other alternative then actually taking you from your home, and bringing you to my headquarters. I am also asking you if my group of Aurors, or trained wizards for combat may stay in your house and use it for headquarters as well, because we cannot use any way of travel to move Harry at the moment, he might be intercepted into the wrong hands.' Dumbledore said slowly, in a calm voice.

'WHAT?! But if Harry is supposed to be this all powerful w-wizard, why does he need my protection?' Petunia said, scowling.

'Harry is only a teenager. Although he might be special in the arts of defense and attack, he is still young. He has not been trained. He does not know.' Dumbledore said.

'And I am supposed to have dozens of people like you in my house?' Petunia said, defeated. Harry looked flabbergasted.

'JUST WAIT ONE MINUTE.' Vernon yelled, striding into the kitchen.

'We are supposed to leave my wife here with freaks like you in my house just so this disrespectful boy can live? I think not.' Vernon said, glaring at the wizard. 'Vernon, you may stay here if you wish, it is your choice to rather you would like to stay in a house with wizards all trained to protect Harry, as your wife has already agreed.'

'Petunia, think about what you are saying. People like. PEOPLE LIKE HIM! IN OUR HOUSE! LIVING AND EATING LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE? IT'S NOT RIGHT PETUNIA, IT CANNOT BE DONE.' Vernon roared.

'Vernon, there is nothing I can do. I have already accepted to protect him by letting him live in our house. I will be fine Vernon. You and Dudley will leave to Marge's house and I will stay here until Harry leaves for school. Then I will join you.' Petunia said shakily.

Vernon glared at each of them in turn, and then softened. 'Alright dear, I will go and get Dudley ready, we will leave in the morning.' Vernon said, turning to leave.

'Mr and Mrs Dursley, we will have to do something more official then just a verbal agreement. By signing this paper,' Dumbledore said, waving his wand.

'You will agree to tell not a soul that your house is Headquarters to the order, and if you do, you will have to answer to me, and other trained wizards.' Petunia approached, and looked uncertainly at the quill Dumbledore had just conjured, then picked it up carefully and signed the parchment. Vernon also approached and quickly scribbled his name.

'Delitesco' Dumbledore said, tapping the paper. It disappeared into thin air. 'Thank you for your patience, I will return tomorrow with the order. Harry, you may also alert your friends to join you, and I will collect them myself.'

'Thank you professor, I will' Harry said, in a wide smile. He watched as his Headmaster disappeared in a loud crack, then took one look at his aunt and uncle, and dashed upstairs to his room.

Harry could not believe what he had witnessed. He was going to have the order in his house, Hermione and Ron were going to be there right with him. He practically ran to his desk, and copied these words on two different sheets of parchment.

Dear Ron *(and Hermione)* Something unbelievable has happened. Dumbledore came to my house and persuaded Aunt Petunia to make my house headquarters for the order. But she has to stay here because she . I'll explain when you are here. But Dudley and my Uncle Vernon are leaving. The whole order is going to be here! So write me back and tell me if you can come. Dumbledore will come to your houses to collect you. See you later, Harry

He tied the letters to both of Hedwig's legs and shooed her out of the window. Wow, he thought. People are actually going to be at his house, and him not at theirs. He thought of any preparations he could make to his house, and then remembered where he was. His room was a total mess. He had to clean up, but not too clean, He remembered. Tonks liked his room messy.

After stacking all his presents neatly in a corner of his room, he found the book that had fell out of his Pranks book. He opened the leather cover and read inside: The Diary of Lily Evans. No Peeking! His own mother's diary. He thought. What a treasure.

He read the first entry which told how she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter.

'- I was reading my favorite book in my room, when I heard screams coming from downstairs. I opened the door and a whirr of brown met my eyes. And I was ever so surprised that I almost fainted. An owl sat on my shoulder and held out a scroll of writing in her beak.

"Lily Evans, you have been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-"'

He read the tales of her journey to Diagon Alley and tales of what house she hoped she was going to be in, until he met an entry that made him smile.

'Today was my first day at Hogwarts. This place is amazing. I was so scared when we went to the sorting ceremony. I thought we had to prove ourselves worthy to each house with our most complex spell, so I ended up engulfing the whole room in smoke. I am going to kill that black haired boy with glasses who told me to say "Complexus" and wave my wand when they put the hat on my head. He always stares at me when were in the same room. It's so annoying-'

He turned the page and found another page folded between the two pages.

He picked it up and unfolded it, and met his father's messy writing, very much like his own.

'Today, I met the girl that I am going to marry. Her name is Milly Blevins, or something like that. But who cares. She is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

(the "o"s continued for another 3 paragraphs) pretty, and she likes me. I can tell. My older brother told me that when someone likes you, they always ignore you. And she NEVER looks at me at all. I am so lucky. I also met a boy named Sirius Black. He's a nutcase. Much like me. We're gonna be the bestest friends. I also met another boy named Remus. He always looks really tired. He keeps on yawning all the time and at dinner he fell asleep on his mash potatoes, then woke up with a carrot on his forehead. This other little whiner keeps following us around; I don't know his name 'cause he never talks. So I'll just call him Bob for now. Well that's all for tonight, Sirius is going to poke fun at me for keeping a journal.'

Harry had laughed all the way through his father's entry. He secretly wished he could have met him. He would have been so cool. He walked back to his bookcase, and fished out the album again. He sat on his bed at stared at a picture of his mother and father dancing at their wedding. And thought, if he does die, it won't be so bad. Just like Lupin said. He'd finally get to meet his parents.

(Wow, I wrote a chapter that even depressed me. I even laughed when I read the carrot stuck to Remus' forehead part. HAHAH I'm so weird. Anyways, the only time where I get a chapter done so fast is on the weekend. And tomorrow I won't be able to write because I have a pile of homework waiting for me. So the next chapter will come out on Wednesday, latest. Well please review and tell me what you think of my story, :) pointers, or any opinions. Thanks!)