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A/N: this is my first fanfic so please be kind. R/R.

The Missing Member

Chapter 1: Revenge Awaits

Harry sat in his now favourite tatty old armchair in Mrs. Figgs house; no he knew she was a squib she wasn't so boring, in fact she was really quite interesting. Similarly at number 4 Privet Drive things were looking up, mainly due to actual contact with his friends and he was soon to leave there for the rest of the summer, always a bonus for Harry. He swivelled in his seat so his legs were over the arm of the chair, he had all the letters he was ever sent spread out around the chair cluttering the room. He was putting them in order with a simple organising spell (another positive point, magic outside school). He had separate piles for each person and had them in date order, most recent at the top.

"Who are you up to now?" came Mrs. Figg's voice from the kitchen where she was feeding her cats, as she had been for the past half hour.

"Sirius" replied Harry without realising who he just said, his heart fell as a lump rose in his throat; these were old letters from Sirius of course. Every time he heard the name of his dead godfather, even from his own mouth, emotion overwhelmed him. Though over the summer the emotion had changed from grief to extreme disappointment; he still hadn't found a way to contact Sirius, but was determined he would.

Harry sat silently in his chair with his thoughts on fast forward, completely unaware of his surroundings occasionally muttering things like "At least they'll pay for what they did, life in Azkaban" and "We finally got Malfoy, Sirius, we got him". A sudden tapping and the loud impatient screech that followed startled him. Awoken from his daydream Harry bolted upstairs to allow Hedwig in with the mail, and found to his surprise a magnificent eagle owl. He thought the bird vaguely familiar but couldn't place where he had seen it before. As he looked at its perfect, soft feathers, he found himself reaching out to touch it but with a side glance at the birds face decided against it. Harry didn't take the parchment from the bird pre-occupied with whom it belonged to. He knew instantly who owned the owl when trying to feed it, the look of disgust reminded him of one person.

"Malfoy" he spat the name out, his thoughts now audible "what could he possibly want?"

The eagle owl now appearing extremely bored with the whole effort, thrust out one of its large yet perfectly manicured talons and threw the letter forcefully into Harry's lap and with that proudly spread its wings and flew away.

Harry sat staring at the rolled up piece of parchment on his lap, torn between disgust and curiosity. Despite his good judgement the latter got the better of him. Slowly he unrolled the parchment, placing paperweights in the corners. Preparing for the worst, he took a deep breath and began to read.

Dear Potter,

As I have previously told you, you will not get away with having my father in prison and believe me revenge is sweet.

Also talking about our previous conversation, father is out of Azkaban and has all charges against him dropped, so as I have already told you, watch your back Potter revenge is near. Take a photo of your reaction Potter, I'm sure I'd love it.

Looking forward to September.

From the pen tip of

Draco Malfoy

With that there was a bright white flash and a Polaroid disappeared in a group of purple stars. Harry didn't seem to notice this, he remained sat on the bed in Mrs. Figg's spared room with tears stinging in his eyes and anger burning his insides. He felt it boil slowly inside of him.

"Nooooooo!"

Mrs. Figg came charging up the stairs surprised to find Harry all alone in the room; then she noticed his face was smudged with tears.

"What's the matter Harry dear?" she asked cautiously, Harry had recently developed a terrible temper.

"Malfoy's out" he replied eerily calm "The only thing even remotely like avenging Sirius' death was having him locked away, tainting his name, anything. Now he's out, without a blemish; cleared of all charges."

Mrs. Figg didn't respond, instead she silently left the room.