Hey! I Finished the 2nd chapter now.....hope the story's good so far.......Please R&R!!!!! Oh and thanks to General Failure who posted a review, I really appreciate it and glad you like it so far.

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Chapter 2: Return to Grimmauld Place

Harry awoke the next morning to find that his scar was burning slightly, he was covered in cold sweat, and his bed sheets were jumbled all around him. He had a dream last night (not really a dream.....more like a premonition), one that he'd not had in quite some time. These realistic premonitions of Harry's haven't been happening as frequently since he had been clearing his mind every night before going to bed, just like Snape had taught him during their Occlumency lessons last year. However, he must've forgotten to clear his mind last night, with the buzzing excitement about leaving Privet Drive the next day.

In the premonition, Harry recalled seeing Lord Voldemort sitting in a very battered, thrown-like chair. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, which seemed to have grown in numbers since Harry's last encounter with his evil enemy. He also remembered Voldemort calling Wormtail to enter the room who came in through a draped entrance holding a velvet cushion with a shiny silver object sitting on top. Then Voldemort went on the say, "Yes......we must do away with the boy soon or else all will fail." Voldemort picked up the object that was lying on the cushion and it was then that Harry saw what it was, an axe. Finally, the last thing Harry could remember was Voldemort letting out a very cold, sinister laugh and that was when he woke up.

Harry now sat upright in his bed, still cold from shock. Voldemort was still looking to kill him after the many times Harry had escaped his terrible wrath. Who would he tell about this omen? He didn't want to send letters to anyone for he feared that they might be intercepted. And he could just picture himself at the breakfast table that morning, telling Uncle Vernon about his dream. "What's that eh?? Having dreams about people wanting to kill ya? What's the matter with you boy?" he probably would say. No, he'd just have to wait until Mr Weasley came to pick him up.

He waited for the pain in his forehead to subside then he got dressed, packed his wooden trunk with all his supplies and prepared for the Weasley's arrival. After he was finished, he went down the stairs for breakfast.

"Look who's finally decided to grace us with his royal presence," came the sharp voice of Dudley.

"Erm.......mornin' Harry," Uncle Vernon managed to force out of his mouth. "Have some eggs."

Harry sat down in his usual chair and began serving himself some bacon and eggs. "Vernon, darling," said Aunt Petunia in her high voice. "Little Ickle Dudleykins and I are going out to buy some nice new clothes for the dinner party tonight. Would you like us to buy you anything?"

"What?" Harry said with surprise. "You're having a party? How come I didn't know?"

"Of course we're having a party boy. Now that you're gone for the rest of the summer, we can have all the houseguests we want without you lurking about the house.....No Petunia dear, I won't be needing anything from the store," Uncle Vernon replied. "Now Dudley,......"

But he was cut off short when they all heard a loud honk outside, followed by a knock on the door. Harry began to get out of his chair to answer the door but Uncle Vernon stopped him abruptly, stood up, and made for the front door himself. As soon as he opened it, Harry could hear Mr Weasley's voice. "Hello there, umm....what did you say your name was again??" he asked cheerfully.

"It's Vernon," came his irritated voice.

"Oh, right you are. Well hello Vernon, I suspect you've been treating Harry well? Where is the lad anyway? Not keeping him locked up are you?? (he chuckled) Well I should hope not!!" he paused for a while. Uncle Vernon glared at him with a somewhat subdued fury in his eyes. "Umm.....well," Mr Weasley started again, changing the subject. "Now, these boxes here (pointing to the mail box). What exactly is their function......very curious aren't they," he continued with wonder, opening and closing the lid several times. Mr Weasley was so used to receiving post by owl that seeing the mailbox sparked his curiosity.

In a very agitated tone Uncle Vernon began, "Erm....I....HARRY!!!!! GET OVER HERE NOW!!!!"

Harry was just finishing his orange juice. When he heard Uncle Vernon's yell, he immediately put down his glass and ran out of the kitchen where he found his uncle very red in the face and looking very annoyed.

"Oh, hi there Mr Weasley, how have you been?" Harry said nervously, knowing that his uncle was still behind him and was aware that he didn't like being questioned by wizards about simple objects such as a mailbox. It made him feel uneasy.

"Why, hello there Harry my boy. Good to see you.....my, you've grown quite a bit this summer. You boys just keep getting older by the minute!"

"Is Ron here Mr Weasley?" Harry asked anxiously, wanting to see his friend.

"Of course he's here, he's waiting in the car. Why don't I come in and help you with your stuff and we can be on our way." He stepped through the doorway and into the Dursleys' living room without Uncle Vernon's consent.

Uncle Vernon did not like the idea of him entering his house, as he remembered the last time when the Weasley family had come to his house before through the fireplace. He shuddered remembering how they had left his living room covered in black soot from the fire, and how his son's tongue had been turned long, slimy and purple in colour. However, he thought for the sake of his own family, the sooner Harry left, the better.

It wasn't too long before Mr Weasley was down the stairs, navigating Harry's floating trunk out of the house with his wand, and Harry following close behind holding Hedwig in her cage. "Right.......well, it was good to see you again um..... Vernon," he said as he tipped his hat and walked off to his car with Harry.

Ron, who was sitting in the front passenger seat waved happily to Harry as he passed. Mr Weasley had just finished putting his trunk in the back and opened the back door so that Harry could enter the car. "Well, in you go then Harry," he said and Harry got in, placing Hedwig's cage gently next to him.

"Hi ya Harry," Ron said in his bright, cheerful voice (that became deeper with maturity) as Mr Weasley turned the key to the car.

"Okay everyone.......here we go!" Mr Weasley said. He pulled the car out of the driveway of Number 4 Privet Drive and drove off down the street as Harry watched all the similar square houses slowly disappear into the horizon.

Finally, remembering the vision he'd had last night Harry started to open his mouth to tell Mr Weasley, but thought maybe he'd better not. He didn't want Ron worrying about him for the rest of the summer. He would wait and tell him later, when they were alone. Instead Harry went on to say, "So how is everyone Mr Weasley?"

"Oh they're fine Harry, just fine. I'm sure Ron's told you about Fred and George's shop. And Percy......well every since the Ministry's been back on our side, he's come back home. Molly's delighted......can't tell you how much she's missed him."

"Yea Harry, Percy's back! And he's acting like his old self again!!" Ron contributed, with very little enthusiasm.

They had been talking for a while when Mr Weasley took a turn into the Burrow's driveway. He parked the car and began helping Harry lift his trunk out of the car when Mrs Weasley came running. She looked very upset. "Arthur! Thank heavens you're here!! Moody's just told us that we need to get back to Grimmauld Place right away. The children have already gone by Floo Powder......we've got to hurry." Mr Weasley quickly put Harry's trunk back and got into the driver's seat once again. Ron, who was very confused got in the back with Harry while Mrs Weasley sat in the front.

Mr Weasley quickly pulled out of their driveway and began their swift journey to the secret headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. On the way there, Harry could hear Mr and Mrs Weasley whispering very discreetly. He and Ron were able to catch a few words here and there but most of it did not make much sense, and they knew better than to interrupt them.

Finally, a few minutes later they arrived in the unwelcoming neighbourhood as the secret house appeared out of nowhere. "Now boys," Mrs Weasley began in a very mothering tone. "I want both of you to go up to your rooms straight away and stay there for a while. Hermione will be arriving soon and I'll send her up to meet you."

Following her orders, both Ron and Harry unloaded his belongings out of the car and entered the very grimy household. As they entered, they saw that everything was as it was the last time they were there. As they slowly went up the stairs, they could hear muffled voices in the kitchen. They opened the door to their room, dropped Harry's trunk on the floor and crashed down on their beds.

"Well I wonder what's happened." Ron said with much surprise in his voice. "I mean, the summer's been quite normal........what could've happened that we need to be back here?"

Harry, again remembering his dream thought maybe the Order found out about Lord Voldemort's plot to kill him with the axe. But Harry wondered, what was so different about this axe. Why was it so important to use against Harry instead of just magic? Still not wanting to tell Ron, he kept the dream to himself. Just then there was a knock on the door and in walked a girl with long, bushy brown hair.

"Harry!!" Hermione said with delight to see him. "Good to see you." She rushed in and immediately embraced Harry in a tight hug.

"Oh Hermione.....um..... good to see you too," he said while being literally squeezed by her arms.

"Oh hi Ron, my how you've grown!" she said as she saw Ron.

"Oh.....erm......hi Hermione......um.......you've grown too yourself...." and instead of letting her hug him, he strangely patted her on the back a couple of times.

"Right," she said, taken aback by Ron's odd gesture. "Anyways, what's going on with the Order? Why are we here? I just got an owl this morning telling me to come here instead of the Burrow."

"Well," Ron began, "I reckon something's up with You-Know- Who........something unusual."

"What do you think's going on Harry," Hermione said as she turned to face him. It was as if she knew about Harry's dream.

"Um.....well....." he thought now was the right time to tell them. "Well, I think I know what's going on. Remember how I used to have those dreams?" he asked them.

"Of course Harry.......you were supposed to be blocking them out. I told you, you should be practicing your Occlumency," Hermione said.

"I have been! And besides, I haven't had any strange premonitions lately. It was just last night before Ron came, I guess I was a little excited.....and maybe I forgot to clear my mind before going to sleep," he continued.

"Oh NO Harry, you didn't!" she again interrupted looking very troubled.

"Hermione! Would you just let Harry finish!!" Ron said as she looked stunned at Ron's outburst and she stopped her complaining.

"Well, anyway......I had this dream that Lord Voldemort (Ron shuddered at the name, however Hermione had been used to the name by now) was.....I think at his hideout, and surrounded by a lot of Death Eaters. Then he summoned Wormtail in the room. He was carrying an axe and then Voldemort said that it would be used to kill me!" Harry waited for Hermione or Ron to say something, but they were silent so he continued. "Maybe, Moody wants us here so that there's a better chance that Voldemort won't find me before school starts. Maybe they know about the axe."

Finally Hermione began saying, "Harry, you could be right. I mean that's a very logical explanation. But what if...." but she was cut off by Mrs Weasley's yell, ordering them down for lunch. Not wanting to be late for lunch, the three of them stopped their conversation and went down the stairs joined by Ginny, Fred, George and Percy.

Present at the table were Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley, and Tonks and Lupin, who both welcomed Harry and Hermione. After a delicious lunch, prepared by Mrs Weasley, Tonks whispered to Lupin something that Harry could not make out. "Right," Lupin answered her then continued to everyone present at the table. "Now, other than Arthur and Molly, and perhaps Percy, and maybe even you two (he looked at Fred and George who'd probably been listening with their extendable ears) the rest of you are all probably wondering why you're here again." And scattered agreements came around the table as Lupin continued. "Well.......the Order has just found out though our secret source that the Dark Lord has obtained an object that will help him on his path to rule our world."

At the sound of those words, Harry's stomach gave a leap and he looked uneasily at Ron and then Hermione. He knew that they were thinking the same thing. "We don't quite know what the weapon, or object is at the moment," Lupin went on. "That's why we thought it safest if everyone stayed here, under our protection for the rest of the summer.........Now with that out of the way, who wants dessert?" he said as he quickly changed the subject.

The Weasley children, except for Ron didn't seem as upset as they should be, probably because they didn't know what the weapon was, and what it would be used for, so they all agreed for ice cream. But Harry didn't want any. His dream had been right; Voldemort was becoming steps closer. He remembered the prophecy that Dumbledore told him at the end of the school year. He had told no one about it, not even Ron or Hermione. Slowly, Harry began to recall the last part of the ominous words of the foretelling. "Neither can live.....while the other survives." And he thought to himself, "That must be it, Voldemort will be the one to survive not me. I've lasted long enough already, but now, with this axe he'll fulfill the prophecy."
There, chapter 2 is now complete!! YAY!!!! sigh's in relief lol, please Review if you get the chance!