Disclaimer: Looking in the mirror of Erised, I see myself holding all that
money that JK Rowling has. I see sponsorship from Warner Bros. I see
Harry & Co. And then I wake up. Damn mirror.
Chapter 1:
"SIRIUS! Come back! No, he's not dead! He can't be! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The young man bolted upright in bed. Drenched in sweat, he picked up his glasses and his vision went from blurry to clear as he put them on. Looking over at his watch, the green numbers glowed 1:00 am. The boy moved from the bed and sat down on the floor and began to sob.
Most normal teenage boys wouldn't dream of crying over a simple dream, but then again, this was no ordinary boy. Harry Potter, the young man crying on the floor, was a wizard. Not only that, he was a wizard who had defeated the darkest of all wizards several times. He was the Boy- Who- Lived. Unfortunately, he had never had an easy life. Sure, he was famous, but the fame meant nothing to him. All he wanted was a normal life and that just wasn't in store for him. The Lord Voldemort was now back and the most trying part of his life was just beginning.
Only a month ago, Harry saw his godfather disappear behind the veil in the Department of Mysteries. At the time, he was so angry that he didn't want to discuss what happened with anyone. Now that that phase had passed, he was waiting for answers. He had gotten no mail from his friends and missed them desperately. He, of course, had been writing to the order every other day saying that the Dursleys were treating Harry fine, but that he wanted someone to come and get him. Harry stood up and drying his eyes, went to get back into bed. Just as he was about to pull the covers over himself, he heard a small screech. He jumped out of bed and ran to his window hoping that it was letters from his friends. He opened the window and in flew 4 owls. They landed with soft thumps on the bed. Harry glanced at all of them and decided to take the letter with the Hogwarts crest off the owl first. Relieved of its duty, it flew out and into the night again. Harry knew what was in the letter, so he decided to wait for that one. He looked over at the other owls and began to wonder why he was sent so many packages. Then it dawned on him. It was his birthday today. He had already turned 16 at midnight. 'How could I be so stupid to forget my own birthday,' thought Harry, 'well, it is understandable. After all, I was just getting over another one of those dreams.' Harry turned to the packages presented before him. He opened the one from Pig first. Inside was a card.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday
I have been asking dad again and again when we can come and rescue you from that horrid place, but he still doesn't know. We have to wait for the okay from Dumbledore. Rotten luck you have. Having to stay with those mean muggles must be terrible. I am so sorry mate. I really have been trying to get you out of there. We moved back to the Burrow. Dumbledore reckons that we are safe there. I don't know what is going to happen to Grimmauld Place. The order moved locations because of Kreacher. That miserable, filthy, little weirdo. Do me a favour and don't tell Hermione what I just said. I don't want her ranting about SPEW again.
Nothing new has been happening around here. Except for one small thing. It's Ginny. I am worried about her. She just keeps locking herself in her room and is acting all secretive and stuff. She is starting to act like Percy used to. I don't want that to happen to my sister too. Fred and George have said that they will talk to her, but I don't think that they will. They are too busy with their joke shop to deal with the little things now. I think that she will get over it though. She was never one to sulk. Well, I must go. Write back soon.
Ron
Harry opened up the gift and found two framed photographs. One was of the DA all sitting and standing merrily in two rows. It reminded him of the picture that Moody gave him last year of the original Order. This one too had people waving and smiling at the camera, unaware of the danger that awaited them. Nevertheless, Harry was happy to see his friends once more. He looked at the other picture and saw that it was taken in the hospital wing. They were all sitting at Ron's bed and they were all laughing at something that Luna had said. That was the last time any of them had been really happy. Hopefully, the coming year would have more memories like this.
Smiling, Harry reached for the next package. He opened the letter and it said:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
How are you doing? Are you getting enough sleep? Ron wrote me and told me that you don't sound like yourself. I know that it must be hard living with those horrible relatives, but Dumbledore is working on getting you out of there. Please understand that and don't get all angry again like last year. I don't think that any of us could handle that again. Even you. Do you still get those dreams? You better not be. Try to practise your occlumency. You might not think that it is important, but it really is. We are all so worried about you.
Did you hear that they are trying to find a new location for the headquarters? Because of Kreacher (he really is a poor, misunderstood soul), the Order needs to find a new, unplottable place to hold its meetings. Apparently the Burrow is safe to go to, but we don't know for how long. I am leaving muggle London and going there for safety reasons. My parents have been ordered to go to America by Dumbledore. Things are going to be quite different this year.
Well, I Hope that you enjoy the gift that I bought for you. I though that you would be able to use this.
Love from,
Hermione
P.S.-Ron said that Ginny has been acting strangely. Do you know what is wrong with her?
Harry opened up the heavy package. Inside, there was a box full of dark detectors. 'Wow, Hermione!' thought Harry. He would get a lot of use out of these. 'These will be great for the DA. I can show them how to work them, so that then they could start collecting them. Then we will all be prepared.'
He turned to the final owl. "Hello. I have never seen you before," Harry said to the owl. It hooted quietly in response. "Let's see who wrote me," said Harry as he reached for the letter and pulled it loose.
He opened the letter. He looked at the writing and noticed that the writing looked extremely familiar. He had gotten a letter from the shut in, herself. Ginny Weasley.
Chapter 1:
"SIRIUS! Come back! No, he's not dead! He can't be! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The young man bolted upright in bed. Drenched in sweat, he picked up his glasses and his vision went from blurry to clear as he put them on. Looking over at his watch, the green numbers glowed 1:00 am. The boy moved from the bed and sat down on the floor and began to sob.
Most normal teenage boys wouldn't dream of crying over a simple dream, but then again, this was no ordinary boy. Harry Potter, the young man crying on the floor, was a wizard. Not only that, he was a wizard who had defeated the darkest of all wizards several times. He was the Boy- Who- Lived. Unfortunately, he had never had an easy life. Sure, he was famous, but the fame meant nothing to him. All he wanted was a normal life and that just wasn't in store for him. The Lord Voldemort was now back and the most trying part of his life was just beginning.
Only a month ago, Harry saw his godfather disappear behind the veil in the Department of Mysteries. At the time, he was so angry that he didn't want to discuss what happened with anyone. Now that that phase had passed, he was waiting for answers. He had gotten no mail from his friends and missed them desperately. He, of course, had been writing to the order every other day saying that the Dursleys were treating Harry fine, but that he wanted someone to come and get him. Harry stood up and drying his eyes, went to get back into bed. Just as he was about to pull the covers over himself, he heard a small screech. He jumped out of bed and ran to his window hoping that it was letters from his friends. He opened the window and in flew 4 owls. They landed with soft thumps on the bed. Harry glanced at all of them and decided to take the letter with the Hogwarts crest off the owl first. Relieved of its duty, it flew out and into the night again. Harry knew what was in the letter, so he decided to wait for that one. He looked over at the other owls and began to wonder why he was sent so many packages. Then it dawned on him. It was his birthday today. He had already turned 16 at midnight. 'How could I be so stupid to forget my own birthday,' thought Harry, 'well, it is understandable. After all, I was just getting over another one of those dreams.' Harry turned to the packages presented before him. He opened the one from Pig first. Inside was a card.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday
I have been asking dad again and again when we can come and rescue you from that horrid place, but he still doesn't know. We have to wait for the okay from Dumbledore. Rotten luck you have. Having to stay with those mean muggles must be terrible. I am so sorry mate. I really have been trying to get you out of there. We moved back to the Burrow. Dumbledore reckons that we are safe there. I don't know what is going to happen to Grimmauld Place. The order moved locations because of Kreacher. That miserable, filthy, little weirdo. Do me a favour and don't tell Hermione what I just said. I don't want her ranting about SPEW again.
Nothing new has been happening around here. Except for one small thing. It's Ginny. I am worried about her. She just keeps locking herself in her room and is acting all secretive and stuff. She is starting to act like Percy used to. I don't want that to happen to my sister too. Fred and George have said that they will talk to her, but I don't think that they will. They are too busy with their joke shop to deal with the little things now. I think that she will get over it though. She was never one to sulk. Well, I must go. Write back soon.
Ron
Harry opened up the gift and found two framed photographs. One was of the DA all sitting and standing merrily in two rows. It reminded him of the picture that Moody gave him last year of the original Order. This one too had people waving and smiling at the camera, unaware of the danger that awaited them. Nevertheless, Harry was happy to see his friends once more. He looked at the other picture and saw that it was taken in the hospital wing. They were all sitting at Ron's bed and they were all laughing at something that Luna had said. That was the last time any of them had been really happy. Hopefully, the coming year would have more memories like this.
Smiling, Harry reached for the next package. He opened the letter and it said:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
How are you doing? Are you getting enough sleep? Ron wrote me and told me that you don't sound like yourself. I know that it must be hard living with those horrible relatives, but Dumbledore is working on getting you out of there. Please understand that and don't get all angry again like last year. I don't think that any of us could handle that again. Even you. Do you still get those dreams? You better not be. Try to practise your occlumency. You might not think that it is important, but it really is. We are all so worried about you.
Did you hear that they are trying to find a new location for the headquarters? Because of Kreacher (he really is a poor, misunderstood soul), the Order needs to find a new, unplottable place to hold its meetings. Apparently the Burrow is safe to go to, but we don't know for how long. I am leaving muggle London and going there for safety reasons. My parents have been ordered to go to America by Dumbledore. Things are going to be quite different this year.
Well, I Hope that you enjoy the gift that I bought for you. I though that you would be able to use this.
Love from,
Hermione
P.S.-Ron said that Ginny has been acting strangely. Do you know what is wrong with her?
Harry opened up the heavy package. Inside, there was a box full of dark detectors. 'Wow, Hermione!' thought Harry. He would get a lot of use out of these. 'These will be great for the DA. I can show them how to work them, so that then they could start collecting them. Then we will all be prepared.'
He turned to the final owl. "Hello. I have never seen you before," Harry said to the owl. It hooted quietly in response. "Let's see who wrote me," said Harry as he reached for the letter and pulled it loose.
He opened the letter. He looked at the writing and noticed that the writing looked extremely familiar. He had gotten a letter from the shut in, herself. Ginny Weasley.