Chapter 1: Double-crossers.
Harry Potter awoke suddenly, with a start. He started and glanced quickly around his bedroom, to check no-one or no creature was actually present. He did this because he, Harry Potter was an unusual boy, unusual in many ways. Firstly he disliked his eight week long summer holidays and longed to be back at school. This was another reason Harry was an odd boy, because he attended Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Here, strange and mysterious happenings took place and accidents normally happened to Harry.
Once Harry was satisfied everything was safe, he rested his head back onto his pillow where his feelings of glum started to set in. At least in his sleep, he didn't have to feel these disillusioning emotions, it was like an escape, a release, and it didn't help him being back with the Dursley's, his foul, disturbed relations he only stayed with in the summer for protection against the most evil, dark wizard Voldemort. Everyone in the wizarding world feared to speak his name, and it was only in the past few months that people were starting to come to terms with his ever-determined hope of rise to power, and the fact he had never actually died as most had believed. Voldemort was rising once more, and wanted to be the most powerful wizard off all. But not if he, Harry, could help it.
The main reason for Harry's gloomy mood was due to the death of his godfather a month previously. Harry kept blaming himself for his death. However, he was coming to terms with the fact that had he known differently about the prophecy, he may have acted differently. He had honoured his godfather by naming the order 'Snuffles', the nickname which he and his friends used when talking about Sirius between each other and in letters, so if they were ever intercepted, Sirius would never be found out. As Voldemort was on the rise, this was a good idea too keep the knowledge of the order from the dark side. Therefore by naming it snuffles, no-one from the dark side could possibly find out about the order of phoenix existing to fight against the dark order, as long as there were no traitors during this attempt of Voldemort's rise to power. During the last rise of the dark era, there were double-crossers double-crossing both sides.
Harry had every right not to trust every-one, as it had taken a full year before anyone believed himself or Dumbledore that Voldemort was back and looking to regain the power he once had. And one person he trusted very little was a person he disliked very much indeed, and that person who felt just as much hatred for Harry Potter was none other than one hooked-nosed, greasy-haired, sallow-skinned Professor Slimy Snape. Harry had on numerous previous occasions thought Snape was a traitorous dark wizard, however these were all proved otherwise. As each day went by his feelings intensified and his mind made certain.
Someone was working on dark side and spying on the good, passing any new information that he could to Voldemort. His feelings were somehow different this time, and from his dreams and throbbing of his scar and rude awakenings in the night, Harry for some reason had awoken and suspected this double-crosser to be Snape. He couldn't pin-point the exact time or date when his suspicions had started, all he knew was one thing, there is a new double-crosser working for Voldemort and Harry himself had every intention of finding out who this person was and bringing him down and seeing that justice was sought.
One thing Harry was sure of this time, he was going to use the help of the order and Dumbledore to make sure there were no more dark times. Ever! He was certain now, more than he had ever been that there was as many good people as there were evil. His trust in his friends had been earned over the past five years', however it was the previous twelve months support he had got from his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger that had made Harry's mind up. Although sad about the past, he tried to think of the future and how many lives could still be saved, all of whom could live on and teach the future generations and may the memory of those lives lost live on through us.
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