A/N: Hi all. This is my first ever fan fic, and i would greatly appreciate it if you would read and review it for me.

Moonlight shone on the roofs of the many monotonous houses of Privet Drive and it's surrounding streets. It was after midnight, and all of Privet Drive's inhabitants slept peacefully in their beds, dreaming about more ways to better their neighbours. All except for one. Harry Potter, of number 4, sat upright on his bed, not remotely tired.

His room was a mess, and he had no thoughts about tidying it. His thoughts dwelled in the same place they had for the last 2 weeks since he had come home for the summer; the events that took place in the Department of Mysteries. No matter how many times he told himself to think of something else, something happy, Harry couldn't. He didn't deserve to be happy when Sirius was dead, he told himself. And no matter what anyone told him to convince him otherwise, he knew it was all his fault.

Harry had been sending letters to Grimmauld Place every 3 days since he came home, but they had always been really simple, saying things like "I'm fine, Dursley's are treating me all right." He hadnt wanted to talk about anything, and he didn't want anyone to talk to him. Professor Lupin obviously realised this, because he had never mentioned anything about the previous year in his letters. Now, on the other hand, Harry decided it was time to talk. His mind had constantly been buzzing sine hearing the prophesy, and he had a lot of questions he wanted answered. He decided to write to Professor Lupin.

Dear Professor Lupin,
I am aware that we do don't usually write letters to each other, but after Sirius...well, I need someone to talk to, and you are the only one that will really understand. If I told Mr. or Mrs. Weasley they would fuss, Hermione would worry, and I don't think Professor Dumbledore has time to listen to me with every thing else that is going on. Even though he has explained to me why he has been acting weird towards me all year, I guess I still don't really understand. I need to tell someone everything that has happened to me over the past year, and you're the only one who I feel I can trust. I don't understand why half of it has happened and I thought you could explain it to me.

I suppose it began during the forth week of the summer holidays. I knew that Voldemort had once again regained full power, I had seen it happen, and yet no one felt that I should have any idea what was going on, in case my precious mind couldn't cope with it. I was kept in the dark for four weeks, and the only news I got from Ron and Hermione was short, and had nothing helpful in it whatsoever. I'm telling you Professor Lupin, the silence nearly killed me. And then the two Dementors from Azkaban attacked Dudley and me, and I fought them off using my Patronus, breaking the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, but I didn't care. I found out that Mrs. Figg from around the corner was a squib, that I was being watched and looked after by Dumbledore, but I didn't know why. I had just been attacked, and I wanted answers.

I spent the next four days in a temper, mainly because I received news that I was to attend a hearing for my use of underage magic (I was probably going to be expelled), and also because I had sent notes out by owl, asking what was going on, and telling them that I had been attacked, and still no one cared to tell me what was going on.

Then you and the rest of the advance guard turned up at my house and flew me to number 12 Grimmauld place, headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, and still I didn't get any answers from Dumbledore, the one person who I wanted to talk to. As far as I knew he was completely avoiding me for no apparent reason, at the time when I was most in need of his counsil.

Sirius and you gave me some information, and I was thankful, but you didn't tell me everything, which made me more thoughtful then ever. You told me of a weapon Voldemort was seeking, yet you did not tell me what it was, and neither did Dumbledore. Perhaps if I had known, Sirius would still be here, perhaps not. I'm not really sure of anything anymore.

I went to my hearing, and it seemed to me that I was going to be expelled for sure, yet just in the nick of time Dumbledore turned up and said what he had to say, and still he did not look at me or pay me any attention. Fortunately I was let off the hook, just.

After returning to Hogwarts I realized that hardly anyone believed that Voldemort had indeed returned, even though they had Dumbledore's word on it. It seemed that they would much rather believe the lies and snide remarks told about me in the Daily Prophet, calling me a delusional little attention seeker, which I guessed was down to the Ministry. No body wanted to believe that Voldemort was back, that their lives were in danger, and once again I grew used to people whispering and pointing at me as I walked past.

Life at school was hard, with the Ministry trying to take control of Hogwarts through Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, who was watching my every move. Things went from bad to worse once she was appointed High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. It gave her the power to change rules, and it got the Ministry closer than ever to taking over Hogwarts.

I was having dreams about a long and deserted corridor. At the end of it was a door, and I longed to reach the end of the corridor and open it. It seemed important that I knew what lay beyond it.

And then I had the dream about Mr. Weasley being attacked by a snake...... I was the snake. I knew that it wasn't a dream, but a vision. I went to Dumbledore. He believed me, and sent the Weasley kids and myself to Grimmauld place where we would be closer to the hospital. During the whole ordeal Dumbledore only looked at me once, briefly. But during the split second where we had eye contact I felt like I wanted to attack him, to kill him. It felt like the snake that attacked Mr. Weasley was inside me, like Voldemort was possessing me. I didn't want to be around anyone for I feared that the part of Voldemort inside of me would hurt them.

I was sure he was possessing me, but Ginny made me see strait. Having been possessed by Voldemort before, she told me what it was really like, and I was relieved. I spent a very merry Christmas at Grimmauld place with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, you, Fred, Gorge, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius. For a while Sirius seemed happy, but once we all returned to Hogwarts he was left alone, cooped up in the house he had always hated. He couldn't go out because he would be recognized and caught. It was against his nature to be forbidden to help with the war against Voldemort.


We weren't learning anything in our Defense Against The Dark Arts classes with Umbridge, so we had started "Dumbledore's Army" where I taught people how to defend themselves properly. A rule was passed by the High Inquisitor that meetings of any groups, clubs or teams were banned, but we went on in secret anyway. We were found out, and I, as the leader, was brought to a meeting in Dumbledore's office with Dumbledore, Umbridge and Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. They were going to expel me, but Dumbledore claimed that he was running the club, so they threatened to take him to Azkaban, the wizard jail. With some quite spectacular magic, Dumbledore got away before they could lay a hand on him. Unfortunately, with the Headmaster gone, the job was given to Umbridge, who went out of her way to make life hard for any one who believed "Dumbledore's lies".

As the weeks passed I grew more and more restless. I was still having dreams about the corridor, but somehow I never got far enough to see where it lead, though I did learn that it was in the Department of Mysteries, at the Ministry of Magic. I was worried also for Sirius. Hermione was right about him, he seemed to be becoming more irresponsible. Hermione thought it was because he had been cooped up too long, and I secretly agreed. I didn't want to tell him any news, incase he got worried about me and decided to play hero. I didn't want him to risk his life for me.

Near the end of the last term for the year I had another dream. In it I managed to get through the door and all the way into a room filled with rows and rows of shelves. On the shelves sat millions and millions of glass spheres. I dreamt that I went row ninety-seven, and down the end of it was none other than Lord Voldemort, torturing Sirius, who was obviously in pain.

I didn't even stop to think, I was certain it was another vision like the one about Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I had thought everything through properly I would have realized that it was all a ploy of Voldemort's, that he was putting these thoughts in my head on purpose to lure me to the Department of Mysteries. If I hadn't have gone, Sirius wouldn't have had to come to rescue me. Why didn't I realize?

Do you know what? When I saw Sirius fall through that veil in the department of Mysteries after fighting with Voldemort's Death Eaters, I half expected him to come back through it. After all, it was only a veil that hung between an archway. He fell through it having been hit by a stunning spell, but why didn't he come out the other side? He just disappeared and I don't understand why he didn't just walk back through the veil. He must have heard me calling for him like my life depended on it. He was my Godfather, the closest thing I had left to a family, and he didn't come. And then you told me he was dead, but I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it. There was nothing stopping him from coming through that veil. I wanted to go and help him, but you held me back. So I guess my biggest question of all is, what is that veil, and how did Sirius die from falling through it.

But then there is the prophecy, which is the whole reason Voldemort wanted to lead me to the Department of Mysteries in the first place. I had no idea that all those glass spheres I saw were prophecies. The prophecy Voldemort wanted was one about the both of us. The only ones who can pick up the prophecies are those of whom which the prophecies concern. As Voldemort couldn't exactly just walk into the Ministry, he wanted to trick me into getting it for him. With all the fighting going on with you lot and all the Death Eaters, the prophecy smashed, and I never got a chance to hear it. But later, back in Dumbledore's office, he told me all about the prophesy, he told me what it said.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hands of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Me. But there are things I don't understand. I am not nearly as powerful as Voldemort, yet I'm supposed to have the power to vanquish him. I don't have that power and I don't know how to get it. All these people are relying on me to kill Voldemort, but I just don't see how I can. "Either must die at the hand of the other," it says, but what if I can't kill him. What if he kills me? According to the prophecy I'm the only one that can do it, but what if I can't?
Please, I need your help and I need your answers,
Write back soon,
Harry Potter.