DISCLAIMER: It's all JK Rowling's. The only characters I created were Danielle 'Dani' Shade and Tom Toflen
'Book 7' (7th Year)

Chapter OneLetters

It was a normal day at 4 Privet Drive. Harry Potter, a wizard who had just completed his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was unpacking his things from his trunk. The first thing he heard was the familiar voice of his Uncle Vernon, calling him downstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute," he said, putting his homework under the loose floorboard in his room and walking down the stairs. His uncle and cousin were standing there, staring at him, with what looked like former tears in rolling down their beefy cheeks.

"What is it Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked them cautiously. He didn't know what had happened, but he didn't want them to think he had done anything.

"What did you do to my mum?" asked Dudley, and Harry looked at him, confused.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to her!" said Harry.

"Daddy! Get it out of him!" demanded Dudley, however Uncle Vernon was silent.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry said, tapping his uncle on the shoulder. Suddenly, as if he had just rose from the dead, he awoke and looked around.

"Daddy? What happened?" asked Dudley. Harry just walked back up to his room, glad that his uncle was okay, because otherwise he'd be stuck with just Dudley.

Just as Harry reached the top of the stairs, Uncle Vernon called him back down. "What is it, Uncle Vernon?" he asked at his arrival at the bottom of the stairs.

"My wife has disappeared. Do you know where she is?" asked Uncle Vernon. Harry shook his head and walked back up the stairs.

About a month later, Harry was doing his homework at midnight when he heard his alarm clock go off. However, it was set to go off at six o'clock (he had to make breakfast). Since he was already awake, he just turned it off, curious as to the reason it had been on. As he looked out the window longingly, he saw four owls soaring towards him. The first landed on his shoulder, and he recognized this one as his own Hedwig.

"Hello Hedwig," he said, grabbing the letter she was holding.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are proud to inform you that you have been selected as Head Boy. The Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and yourself will have responsibilities including putting together Hogsmeade visits, feasts, and balls. You also will be able to give detentions out with a valid reason, and take away points (though no more than ten at a time).

The password to the Heads Common Room along with the other house common rooms and prefects bathroom will be given to you upon your arrival at Hogwarts.

Sincerely,

Prof. Dumbledore

Prof. M. McGonagall

Harry was stunned. Head Boy, me? But Ron was the prefect! Then again, the same thing happened to my dad....hmm...

The other two parcels were from Ron and Hermione, and the last was from Hagrid. Hermione had finally gotten an owl the previous year.

He opened Ron's letter, which confused him.

Harry!

Nothing happened to you, right? I mean, You-Know-Who attacked your street yesterday, it was in all the Daily Prophet articles. You-Know-Who didn't get you, did he? He better not have or he'd be getting a piece of my mind!

Anyway, hopefully you're reading this--as long as you are it's good...one of the deaths reported yesterday was the one about some Petunia girl, I think it was Petunia Dursley--isn't that your aunt? Maybe you'd be better off at my place. My mum said it's fine to have you. Let me know via-owl and we can plan when to pick you up.

Ron

Harry was shocked. His Aunt Petunia was dead? He had been out all day yesterday, but his aunt had remained at 4 Privet Drive--and that was why they couldn't find him. He figured Voldemort had probably attacked and Aunt Petunia hadn't told him where they were in fear of her husband's death.

Harry picked up Hermione's letter, which was similiar--a bit.

Harry,

You are okay, right? Voldemort attacked, I read about it in the Daily Prophet. Your name wasn't mentioned, but your aunt's was, so I figure you're okay.

I made Head Girl! Isn't that great? It said in my letter you're Head Boy--congrats! We get a compartment all to ourselves and our own common room and all!

I'm at Ron's place right now--the new HQ for the Order. We can join once we're out of school--you better JOIN!

Anyway, I'd best be off. Lots of books to get from Diagon Alley!

Love, Hermione

Harry reread the last part--the LOVE part. I know friends write that sometimes to each other, but still--I mean, she's never written about that before. Maybe I'm overreacting. Yes, that's it--I'm completely overreacting.

And with that, he fell back on his bed, confusing even himself.