Disclaimer: I do not own HP or the characters all I own is this storyline (unfortunately)

It was a hot summer evening as Harry Potter stared out of his window. The houses of Privet Drive were cooling down after the heat of the day.

The air was filled with the smell of barbeques and the laughter of people in their back gardens.

The raven-haired teen sat on his bed depressed; staring out the window lost in thought, about his godfather, Sirius. It was his fault he had died. Harry had stopped eating and sleeping and his friend's letters lay in an unopened pile on his desk. The Dursleys had not once spoken to Harry since the incident at the train station. They left Harry in his room and didn't bother him and that was the way Harry wanted it.

Harry was broken from his thoughts as a tawny owl swooped through his open window, and dropped a letter on his bed. He was about to throw it on top of the pile when he saw the Hogwarts crest on the back of the envelope. His OWL results... Harry quickly tore open the envelope with a sense of dread growing in his stomach. Harry pulled out the sheet of parchment and looked at his results.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Here are your OWL (Ordinary Wizarding Level) results. The grades are as follows: O (Outstanding), E (Exceeds Expectations), A (Acceptable), P (Poor), D (Dreadful)

Your results are:

Transfiguration: E

Charms: O

DADA: O

Potions: O

Herbology: O

COMC: O

Astronomy: E

Divination: A

History of Magic: A

Highest result since Albus Dumbledore

Total of OWLs: 9

We congratulate you on your score.

Happy Holidays!

Harry threw the letter away. He was of course pleased with his results but it wouldn't bring Sirius back. Harry grabbed a piece of parchment and hastily wrote:

To Moody and gang,

Everything's fine here. Dursleys are being their usual self's. What's new?

Harry

"Hedwig, I've got a job for you", Harry called.

The owl flew over and stood still as Harry tied the letter to her leg. Once he was done Hedwig gave a hoot then flew out the window. As soon as she was gone Pig swooped in and dropped a letter in Harry's lap. Noticing Ron Weasley's handwriting, this time Harry threw the unopened letter on top of the pile and continued to think about Sirius.

"BOY!!"

Harry was again broken from his thoughts as Uncle Vernon banged on his door.

"What?" Harry snapped in an irritable manner.

"Someone wants to see you," Uncle Vernon retorted and stomped away.

Harry was curious. Who in the muggle world would want to see him?

The door opened and in walked Remus Lupin. His robes were in their usual tattered state. He looked older then when Harry had last seen him. Probably because of Sirius, Harry thought.

"Hello, Harry," Lupin smiled at him.

"Oh, hi Professor," Harry said.

Lupin shook his head.

"No, Harry. I haven't been your Professor for three years. Call me Remus."

"Ok, Pro... I mean Remus."

"So, Harry how have you been?" asked Lupin leaning against the wall.

"I'm fin...," Harry started to say but Lupin interrupted

"And don't say your fine since it is obvious you are NOT," Lupin said in a gentle but firm way.

"Why did you bother asking the question if you already knew the answer? And why are you here anyway Professor?" Harry glared at him.

Lupin sighed.

"I'm here to take you back to headquarters, Harry," Lupin said.

"Wh-What? Grimmauld Place? I can't go there!" Harry choked out.

"I'm sorry, Harry. There's nowhere else. You don't have a choice."

"I can't go back. You can't make me!"

And with that Harry jumped up and as fast as he could sprinted out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house.

Footsteps from behind him told Harry that Lupin was following him. Harry hopped over a small wall that led into several alleyways. Harry cursed himself for not eating that morning. He was running out of energy and couldn't help but slow down. The footsteps behind him were gradually growing closer and closer.

Once Lupin was about a meter behind him he reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Harry shook his hand off and dodged into a different alley. Lupin grabbed him again and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here," came a cold, drawling voice which was followed by laughter.

The alley that Harry had made the mistake of running into had about ten Death Eaters all masked and wearing black robes with their wands pointed at Lupin and Harry.

Dum da dummmmmm!

I'll try and update soon please tell me what you think.

Until I see you again

xxxxxxxMandaxxxxxxx