The Secret of the Sacrifice

Chapter One: Visions of Her

Harry Potter awoke with a start. The daylight was blinding him, but that wasn't the only thing. Visions of his strange dream flashed across his mind. A strange, mysterious woman with red hair. It could only be his mother. This wasn't the first time the dream had woken him up. In fact, it was a regular thing now. He couldn't understand why he kept having the same dream; his mother was dead. There was no bringing her back, and these dreams were just taunting him. He wished they would just leave him alone. He studied himself in the mirror as his dream slowly faded from his mind.

Harry Potter looked nothing like your average 16-year-old boy. His hair was jet-black, untidy and unkept,, very long and sticking out at odd places. He was tall and skinny, with clothes that were a little too big for him, as they were hand-me-downs from his cousin, Dudley. The most peculiar thing about this boy was not these things, but the lightning-shaped scar that was right in the middle of his forehead. This scar was a token of the sacrifice his mother had given to save his life. He survived with only this scar.

Harry chose to ignore the dream for now, and ran downstairs into the kitchen. He looked at the dining room table, and saw his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin Dudley all huddled around something, with their beady eyes staring at a piece of paper.

"I can't believe it Petunia! A free trip to Hawaii, it seems to good to be true," his uncle Vernon said, with a gruff voice.

"Well, we should at least try it, it can't hurt can it?" came the sweet, but not fooling voice of his aunt Petunia.

"What will we do with the boy?" screamed his uncle, narrowing his eyes, looking straight at Harry.

"Oh, send him off with to one of his friends, the Weezles or something" said his Aunt, talking like he wasn't even there.

"Actually Aunt Petunia, it's the Weasleys," said Harry, speaking up for the first time.

"Okay, it's settled then, you'll be staying with the Weasleys while we're off on our magnificent trip to America. You can stay there until school starts, " said his Uncle. Harry would much more like to stay with the Weasleys than here anytime, but he had to at least call this place home for protection reasons.

Harry ran upstairs to write an owl to Ron immediately, telling him all about him being able to stay there. He hoped they wouldn't mind; they were probably very busy working on things for the Order of the Phoenix, a secret order of a few wizards and witches against Voldemort, the one who murdered his parents. As he finished the letter, he quickly read it over.

Dear Ron,

Guess what? My Uncle and Aunt said I could stay over there for the rest of the summer! They won some surprise trip to Hawaii. Isn't that great? I hope your mum doesn't mind, she's probably very busy with things from the Order. Please reply soon,

Your friend,

Harry

Harry thought this was okay. He walked across his room to his snowy owl, Hedwig. He unlocked her cage, and tied the letter to her leg.

"This letter goes to Ron, make sure he gets it," Harry whispered to her. He opened the window and let her fly out, and waiting until she returned with the reply.