Disclaimer: I did not write the Harry Potter story, all credit for that goes to J.K. Rowling, I just wrote the fan-fic below this.


Chapter 1: The House of Black





"H-Harry, are you ok?" Ron stammered.


"Yeah…I'm fine….What are you guys doing here?" he said shrugging Ron's hand off his shoulder and looking down at his curled and notted blankets. His scar was scalding him with pain but he didn't want to mention the dream, so he tried to push the pain out of his mind.


"We came to get you. Dumbledore sent us." Fred said walking up to Harry's bedside and looking down at him worriedly. "You sure you're ok, mate? You were screaming your head off when we walked in."


"Yeah, I'm fine..." Harry mumbled looking down again at his mound of blankets. Fragments of his dream kept flashing through his mind....A black door and a bright light were the most vivid of the pictures that pushed through. But what could it mean?


"C'mon, we better pack your stuff. Dad and Mad-Eye are waiting downstairs." Ron said pulling Harry out of bed.


"Where's all your books?" George said scanning the room.


"They're hidden in a loose floor board under my bed." Harry said as he reached under, removed the loose board and pulled out the worn pillow case filled with all his school books.


"Tricky, mate." Fred said admiringly. "Well lets get you all packed then, shall we?" And with that the four of them scuttled around the room putting all of Harry's things in the trunk. Just as they finished packing the last of Harry's belongings and closed the lid they heard the all too familiar bark of Uncle Vernon.


"What do you think you're doing in my home you...you freaks!" he bellowed, puffing his fat chest puffing out like a bird as his face turned cherry red.


"Please relax. We're just here to pick up Harry and then we'll leave." Mr. Weasley said pleadingly.


"Oh no you're not! That boy is not going anywhere with the likes of you!" he spat slamming his fat fist on the coffee table.


"Listen, Dursley," Moody began as he stepped out of the shadow of the yet darkened living room, "Harry is coming with us whether you like it or not and I suggest you not interfere unless you want a whole family with matching pigtails."


At that it seemed Uncle Vernon was too angry or too scared to speak. The expression on his face was that of a constipated whale, while Aunt Petunia let out a petrified squeak and Dudley ran squealing from the room holding his fat bottom.


"I wonder…" Mr. Weasley began after a moment, "What exactly is the use of this item here?" he continued with a look of utmost curiosity on his face as he picked up the TV remote and examined it closely.


Before Uncle Vernon could bellow some harsh answer there was a clunk at the bottom of the steps as Fred and George set Harry's trunk down.


"Well…all set then, boys?" Mr. Weasley said pulling his eyes reluctantly away from the remote and smiling at them.


"Yeah, we're all packed." George replied as Harry came shuffling down the steps with Hedwig's cage in one arm, she'd been out on the hunt, and his firebolt in the other.


"Psst…Hey, Dudley…" Came a whisper from behind Harry, "Want some candy?"

But Dudley only whimpered and ran into the kitchen still covering his hindquarters with his pudgy hands. Harry couldn't help but smile, for the first time in weeks, at the thought of the last time Dudley had taken candy from Fred and George.

"Let's get going then," Moody growled. "Come here all of you. I need to give you the Disillusionment Charm." They did as he said and as Harry's turn came and Moody rapped him hard on the head with his wand, the not yet familiar feeling of the charm visited Harry once again. It felt to him as though something were being smashed on his head like and egg and cold trickles began to spread over his body. Mad-Eye then moved on to Ron who, being it was his first time using the charm, had a look of shock and amazement on his face. Next Moody turned to Fred and George but to the great surprise of all, the twins had preformed the charm on each other.


"Nice work…" Moody grumbled as his huge blue eye swiveled around to study the boys more closely.


"Off we go then." Mr. Weasley said. His eyes traveling back to the remote laying on the coffee table. "I fancy....c-could I keep this?" he said picking it up.


"NO!" Uncle Vernon roared. "GET OUT! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU!" And with that they hurried out the front door of Number 4 Privet Drive and into the warm summer night. The screams of Uncle Vernon were muffled as Moody closed the door with a bang.


"This time we're going to travel by Port-key," his voice came from behind Harry's head, rough and harsh. "Ministry gave us permission. They can't deny what's happened anymore."


Harry followed him as he walked to the back of the house and stood in front of what looked like a worn old bowler hat, colored with pink and black stripes.


"Well, this is it." Mr. Weasley said pushing through from behind and standing next to Moody. "Everybody gather 'round."


Harry followed suit as each of the Weasleys circled around and grabbed the hat that Mad-Eye was now holding. Within seconds Harry felt a joltd and the recognizable pull behind his navel as they traveled. A minute later their feet hit the ground with a soft thud. Harry let go of the hat and looked around. They were in what appeared to be a forest. Huge trees circled around them like soldiers in an army of wood. Their dark green leaves canvassed them from the moon.


"Where are we?" He heard himself say.


"We're 3 miles away from headquarters. You didn't think we'd be dropped off in front of the door, did you? You never know who is watching the port-key system. Wouldn't want to lead 'em right to us, now would we?" Moody said staring hard at Harry, his blue eye twirling to face him.


"Come on everyone! Mount your brooms! Harry, I'll carry your trunk and Hedwig's cage." Mr. Weasley said as ropes shot out of the end of his wand tightly securing the cage and the trunk to his broom. "Right, everyone set? Ok then, off we go!" he said after each of them nodded in reply.


"Ok Harry and Ron, you're in the middle. Fred and George take the sides, and Arthur and I will be above and below you." Moody said in his usual gruff of a voice.


Warm air rushed against Harry's face as they flew. It blew his hair and caught in his robes. Higher and higher they went, their speed increasing with each escalation in height. The air became surprisingly chilly and Harry found himself shivering. But he became conscious of the fact that he didn't care much anymore. A shock and a realization had come over him. He was on his way to Sirius's home. How could he face it? They were bringing him to the very place where the memory of Sirius was everywhere. His heart ached and suddenly he felt more alone then ever before. The urge to just turn around and fly away plunged into his mind. But they were descending now and the little dilapidating street of Grimmauld Place was becoming clearer and clearer. There was no turning back. He could not fly away now and even if he could, where would he go? Back to the Dursleys and their cruel words? No. There was no where to run, though his will to leave only became stronger as they got closer. Even harder to resist as they landed across the street. And as they stood there staring at the open space between houses Number 11 and 13 the memories came back to Harry more painfully then ever before.


"Well, here we are…" Came a voice in his ear.




Author's Note: Well, here is the first chapter. Not quite as fixed up as the first, but I'm so tired I don't really care. Next chapter up as soon as possible.