Chapter 2 – The beginning of the end
Harry awoke suddenly the next day, his first reaction was to grasp his scar, it took a few seconds before he realised that it wasn't his scar that was hurting, someone must have dropped something downstairs because he could hear a lot of commotion.
He jumped of his bed and realised he was fully dressed, he was still wearing his glasses, he took them off just to make sure he hadn't damaged them when he was sleeping, once he was sure he hadn't he put them back on and looked in the mirror, his hair was sticking up even more than usual, he attempted to flatten his hair a little and then he heard a scream from downstairs, Harry froze on the spot, not knowing what to do, he felt like lead he couldn't move, he wanted to go and see what had happened downstairs but something was keeping him from moving, suddenly something clicked and he grasped his wand from the bedside table n ran off down the hall towards the stairs.
As he reached the landing Harry felt his body warm up and he felt very warm, then as he reached the bottom of the stairs he could hear what sounded like a faint song, not something that the Dursley's would play but Harry was sure he had heard it from somewhere.
He pushed open the kitchen door and found in the middle of the kitchen table standing proud was none other than Fawkes the phoenix, Dumbledore's pet. Harry spun around to see all three Dursley's huddled in the corner watching the phoenix very cautiously.
"YOU!" shout uncle Vernon as Harry looked back at Fawkes, "You did this, you tried to kill us, you tried to burn us alive!"
"Me?" responded Harry, he was flabbergasted at the suggestion that he wished to kill the only living members of his family, he hated them but he would never kill them.
"Yes you," cried his uncle spit flying out of his mouth and covering his wife, she didn't notice though, she was petrified.
Harry moved over to Fawkes and started to stroke him, the phoenix suddenly turned to look Harry in the eye and he knew he was in danger.
"It wasn't me, it must have been Dumbledore," spoke Harry, he was worried now, what had happened? He looked over towards the Dursley's again, "This is his phoenix, he's called Fawkes, don't worry, it wont hurt you," Harry was telling the truth but the Dursley's only moved further away.
Harry turned back to Fawkes and saw a piece or parchment attached too a golden necklace that he hadn't seen before. Harry looked at Fawkes and somehow knew that he was supposed to take the necklace and parchment from him.
Harry unravelled the parchment and began to read it to himself.
Harry,
I don't have much time to explain to you but I'm afraid that Mr Ronald Weasley and his family, along with Miss Hermione Granger have been attacked at the Burrow by a group of death eaters, I am going to send you and the remaining victims to you know where, put the necklace on once you have packed all your stuff, you must be touching everything you wish to take with you.
Professor Dumbledore.
P.S. Hurry, there is not much time.
Harry froze, the Weasley's and Hermione had been attacked, but how, who, were they all OK? Harry's heartbeat started to rise, his head went light but he knew he had to go and pack all his things.
Harry stroked Fawkes and then watched as the Phoenix disappeared into thin air, he heard the Dursley's jump in shock as he went but Harry didn't look around, he ran out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into his room.
Luckily most of his stuff was already in his trunk, he had packed it a couple of nights ago hoping that he would be going to the Burrow soon.
Harry scooped up his remaining things and chucked them into his trunk, he pulled of Hedwig's cage from the top of his wardrobe and then he remembered that Hedwig had been at the Burrow, what if she was hurt? Harry shook his head and checked his room, he made sure he had everything and then he took out the necklace from his pocket, he was not quite sure when he had put it in but it must have been in the kitchen.
Harry could now hear his uncle storming up the stairs, he was shouting something at Harry but Harry couldn't make out what it was, he put on the necklace jus as his door swung open, he saw his uncle fall backwards as a white light filled the room, suddenly Harry felt a tug somewhere around his navel then he realised, the necklace was a port key.
Harry landed crumpled on the floor in the basement of a house that he recognised at once. Number 12 Grimauld Place. Harry looked up and saw someone standing above him.