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A/N: To anyone who didn't see Harry Potter yet this is my advice.

GET YOUR BUTT UP AND GO SEE IT! It's a great movie J

And now for chapter 10 (it's about time too)

"Legilimens!"

"Very good, Harry," said Dumbledore.

Harry and Dumbledore had been practicing Legilimency for two days now, and Harry had already started to get the hang of it, which was very good for a wizard his age. Harry had been progressing very well with the spell. He had been practicing at home secretly using Dudley as his new subject, which is how he had found out that his dear cousin had been cheating on Aunt Petunia's diet.

"You are improving very quickly," said Dumbledore.

"Thank you professor," replied Harry.

Harry had been hoping that Dumbledore would let him travel to Grimmauld Place for his birthday on Thursday.

"Harry, I know you would like to visit the Weasleys' for the remainder of the summer holidays," began Dumbledore slowly. "However, I am afraid that I can not allow this so early in the holiday. I know that you're very disappointed by this news; however we need to ensure your safety."

Harry was disappointed, but he tried not to show it. His emotions were given away in a few moments however, when a vase of flowers in the corner of the room suddenly wilted, reflecting his emotions perfectly.

"Harry," said Dumbledore slowly. "Did you notice those flowers wilting?"

Harry nodded wondering to himself why the headmaster was talking about flowers suddenly.

"If I am not mistaken, you have just demonstrated wandless magic Harry," said Dumbledore.

"Yeah, I know sir," replied Harry, unconcerned. "It happens a lot lately sir, especially when I'm angry or sad. Also in my third year I blew up my aunt without the use of my wand."

Dumbledore had an expression of mixed surprise and pride. He soon recovered though.

"Well, Harry," he said. "I will look into this matter of wandless magic, and I will speak with you on the matter in our next lesson. In the meantime, however, I wish that you would not tell anyone about this little development of yours."

"Okay sir," said Harry wondering what the problem was. He was still too upset about not getting to go to Grimmauld Place for his birthday in three days to care.

Harry wandered out to Mrs. Figg's living room where Neville was waiting for him. Together they set out with Remus, who was back thankfully, to the clearing. Halfway there, Remus asked Harry what was bothering him.

"Nothing," Harry lied.

"The truth please," replied Remus. "My guess is that you can't go to Grimmauld Place yet."

Harry looked stunned for a moment, before remembering that Neville knew about the Order, since his Gran joined it earlier this summer.

"Yeah, well Neville and I will celebrate our birthdays apart from our friends then," Harry said gloomily, before he realized what he had said.

"How do you know when my birthday is" asked Neville sharply. Remus was looking at him knowingly.

"I asked Dumbledore," said Harry dumbly.

Remus just had a hint of a sad smile on his face

Neville was just looking at him wonderingly.

Harry pondered what he should say. He didn't want to have to explain the real reason why he knew Neville's birthday. He didn't know what to say. Harry looked up, and saw that both Remus and Neville were looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to reply. He looked around and noticed it was only him, Neville, and Remus. If anyone had a right to know it would be Neville. And Harry needed someone to talk to, and Remus, although he knew, was much older, and didn't understand fully Harry's experience. Neville would be good to talk to because he could he would be to Hogwarts with Harry, where Remus would not. Hermione would probably start crying, and Ron would go off into a rant, and wouldn't understand what Harry was feeling. Harry looked around to make sure they were alone and when he saw that they were, he spoke.

"Well, remember the prophecy that Voldemort was trying to steal from the Department of Mysteries in June?" Harry started. Neville nodded.

"The one about you and Voldemort?" asked Neville.

"What?" said Remus. "How do you know that!"

"Yes Neville, You are right," said Harry. Then he turned to Remus and explained. "When we went into the Department of Mysteries in June, Neville was there as well remember?"

Harry sighed. He just wanted to get this all out fast before he felt the tears well up in his eyes, as he remembered that day.

Remus nodded, and Neville who looked confused, also nodded.

"Well, the prophecy smashed in the Ministry, so Voldemort never got to hear it, but Professor Trelawney made the prophecy to Dumbledore, so he knew exactly what it said, and he let me listen to it. What it basically says is that the one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July to parents that have escaped Voldemort three times. Voldemort will mark this person as his equal, and one of us must kill the other, because neither can live when the other survives. One of us has to get murdered, and the other one has to be the murderer."

Harry noticed that Neville and Remus were looking sympathetic, and he wanted to finish before Neville started reacting to what he had said, and Remus got to sympathetic.

"The person in the prophecy, you know, the person who has to kill Voldemort, could have been one of two people. It could have been me, or it could have been Neville. Dumbledore told me that we were both born at the same time, and we both fit the description. He also said that when Voldemort attacked me that he chose me as his equal, and not Neville. The reason we're training together though, is because since the prophecy also could have been about Neville, that we would be strongest against the Dark Side when fighting side by side."

Neville and Remus were silent for a few minutes before they said anything. Remus had heard this story before, but it sill broke his heart to hear it again from his best friend's son. Finally Neville spoke.

"Oh my god, Harry. You've got to kill Voldemort?"

Harry nodded.

"I've got to fight the Dark side?" asked Neville.

"Only if you want to Neville," said Harry softly.

Neville was silent for a few minutes more.

"I'll help you Harry," he said suddenly determined.

Harry smiled and replied with a soft 'Thank You'. Remus went over to Harry, and gave him a hug.

"I don't know how you survived with that knowledge and no one to tell. I'm glad you told him, Harry. I've already told you I would help, but I'll say it again. If I'll always be there to help you." Harry smiled softly and muttered a thanks.

"And I think we should visit a portrait or two later on." said Remus with a wink, making sure Neville didn't hear him. Harry smiled back, as he knew Remus meant the pictures of his father and Sirius that hung in Harry and Remus's secret room at Number Twelve.

Half an hour later than they should have been, Harry and Neville followed Remus into the clearing, to find that Moody and Tonks were not in the least bit happy about their lateness. Harry had given Neville and Remus instructions not to tell anyone about the prophecy, as they couldn't risk anyone from the Dark Side finding out.

The rest of the afternoon, Harry noticed that Neville was showing an extraordinary bit of new determination for learning the skills needed to fight the Dark Side. Harry watched, and was happy that at least one good thing had come out of him revealing his secret. Neville had better aim, and better concentration, and he was picking up the spells a lot faster than normal. Harry was very proud of Neville. Neville continued on like this throughout he afternoon, and through to the next day.

Harry was walking to Mrs. Figg's house to say goodbye to Neville. When they got there, Dumbledore opened the door.

"Come in please," he said to them. He waited until they were safely into the house before speaking again.

"Harry, if you would please say goodbye to Mr. Longbottom, and then come and see me in the office."

"Okay sir," replied Harry a little confused.

He said his goodbyes to Neville and wandered into where Dumbledore was waiting for him.

"What is it sir?" Harry asked once he had gotten inside of the office.

"Harry," began Dumbledore. "Do you remember the little incident yesterday with your ability to use wandless magic?"

"Yes"

"Well Harry," continued Dumbledore. "I believe I have already told you that you can't tell anyone about this development, although I presume that you will tell Ron, and Miss Granger as soon as you see them next. I must ask you not to tell anyone else, even inside the Order, because you never know who will turn traitor. If Voldemort were to find out that you had the ability to use wandless magic it would ruin the advantage of the Light Side. Wandless magic is a very rare thing, and it will provide you with a great advantage when you inevitably encounter the Dark Side. It can be very useful, and it is best that no one knows until they have to. I do encourage you to practice though, because you never know when you might need it."

"Yes professor," said Harry.

"I was also wondering, Harry, whether you have been having strange visions. They are usually a symptom of the beginning of wandless magic." Said Dumbledore.

"Yes, When Hermione came to the Dursley's I could see her from in my room, when I was trying to clear my mind."

"Interesting," replied Dumbledore. "These visions should be going away, and will disappear completely as soon as you can control your magic."

"Okay, sir," said Harry.

Harry left Mrs. Figg's house with Remus as his escort and walked back to the Dursley's house. It was about 5pm in the evening, and the sun hadn't even started to set yet. Harry told Remus that when they went back to visit their 'pictures' that he had something to share with the three marauders. Remus looked a bit confused, but nodded.

When Harry returned to his room, he could hear his aunt making dinner. He decided to practice a little of his wandless magic. Harry stared intently at the quill on his desk, and tried to make it levitate. After a few seconds he could see it start to float but then it dropped back onto the desk. Harry tried t think of all the other times he had used wandless magic. He had not needed to use an incantation. He had been feeling an extreme emotion though. Perhaps he had to concentrate on what he wanted to do, and what he was feeling.

Half an hour later Harry had just successfully levitated his feather quill, and made it zoom across the room, and onto his bed, and he still had it in the air, until his aunt's shrill shout broke his concentration.

"Harry!" cried Aunt Petunia shrilly. "If you want to eat you had better get down here right this instant!"

Harry sighed, and made his way down t the kitchen.

"It's about time you got here boy," said Uncle Vernon irritably. "What were you waiting for, you ungrateful brat? A special invitation inviting you to come and eat supper with us?"

"Of course not," replied Harry sarcastically. "I know I am not nearly privileged enough o have the great honor of being invited to dine with you."

"I don't like your attitude you ungrateful pig!"

"Well now I feel just terrible," replied Harry icily.

With that he ate his diner in a flash, since Uncle Vernon looked about ready to rip his head off, and bolted back to his room leaving his uncle behind, purple faced. Harry smirked as he went back up to his bedroom. He had decided to practice his wandless magic some more. Once he got to his room he looked around, and then made his way to his school trunk. He looked inside for a book he could try and levitate. He pulled out his History of Magic textbook and tried to levitate it. After five minutes of concentration, Harry had accomplished nothing except making great beads of sweat run down his face. He decided he might need something a bit lighter. He threw his textbook back into his trunk, and pulled out a copy of the Quibbler, that Luna had given him last year.

Harry went straight back to concentrating on the book moving into the air, and found that since the magazine was lighter, it was somewhat easier, and he was able to levitate it. He soon had the magazine moving in the air. Harry found that it was quite easy to control wandless magic once you got the hang of it. He now wanted to make the magazine fly over to his bed. He set it down on his desk, and concentrated once more and saw the magazine float over to his bed. Just as he was about to set it down on his bed a loud clatter at the window broke his concentration, and he saw the Quibbler lying open on the floor. Harry looked up at what had caused his lack of concentration, and saw Hedwig and Pig waiting to be let in. It appeared by the irritated look on Hedwig's face, and ruffled feathers on Pig's face, that Pig caused the noise by flying straight into the glass.

Harry rolled his eyes and let them in. Both owls laded with a plop on Harry's bed, and held out their legs. Harry untied Pig's letter first for fear that the owl might hurt himself, and put him in Hedwig's cage. Hedwig looked annoyed at this, and merely held out her leg without looking at Harry.

"Oh come on girl," pleaded Harry. "You can't be mad at me!"

Hedwig hooted at him as he untied her letter, and flew to her cage where she glared at Pig. Harry smiled and turned to the two letters in his hand, and wondered who was writing to him and why. He opened the first one.

Dear Harry,

I have just arrived at your new house with the Weasleys'. I haven't gotten to write you a while, and I wanted to know how you were doing. I was wondering if you had asked Dumbledore about coming here for the rest of the holiday. I haven't seen him since I got here and I don't think you have either, but I didn't know if he wrote you or something. Lupin is living here too, obviously, and I haven't seen him a lot either, although I suppose that could be because full moon was this week. Ginny talks about you a lot, and every time Ron and I have seen her she seems to be giggling, and she mutters something about 'Harry has to see this'.

I can't wait to see you again though. I hope the muggles are treating you right. I'm sorry this letter is so short, but I've been told as usual that I'm not to say much. I'll send this with Hedwig or Pig as soon as I can.

Hermione

Harry looked up from the letter and smiled. It was good to know that Hermione had gotten there alright; however he was sad that he wouldn't be able to see them soon. Harry sighed, and opened the next letter which lifted his spirits immediately.

Dear Harry,

I hope you're okay at the muggles' house. We were all hoping you can come see us soon, but Lupin said that it might not be safe. Any ways I wanted to tell you that you have to see Ron and Hermione together. They are so funny. Hermione says she still likes Krum, and I think Ron still likes Lavender, but we shall see what happens. I bet it will take them a full year to realize they like each other. Or maybe not until they after Hogwarts. Poor souls. Hehe.

Also wanted to let you know that if you still want to talk about what happened in June or anything really, that you can talk to me. I would imagine you would rather talk with Ron or Hermione, but I wanted to let you know that I'm here. When I asked Hermione about how you looked when she saw you, she said you looked a bit down. Don't tell her I told you that please, or she'll kill me, because she doesn't want you to get mad. Please don't get mad Harry. We're all concerned about you.

I have to go now because Snape just came storming into the kitchen, late for a meeting, and he's raising hell about something. I think it's important because someone's just been sent to fetch Dumbledore. I think I'll use some of Fred and George's new products, and try and find out what's going on. Ron and Hermione and the others are listening from behind a statue, but they're shaking their heads, so think I'll bring down some of the new gadgets, and see what we can find out.

Hope to see you soon!

Ginny xo

Harry looked up from his letter, feeling happy that Ginny was willing to talk, even though he suspected that it would be hard to talk to anyone. Then he turned his attentions to what the letter actually said. Snape had walked in and caused a great racket over something. He wondered what it was. Harry found himself hoping that there wasn't another Death Eater attack anywhere. He briefly wondered if it had anything to do with what he had seen in his dream a couple of nights ago. They had been planning something. An escape. Harry hoped the Order had stopped them. He figured the Order knew about it, since Ginny's letter was probably written about the same time as when he had had his dream.

Harry walked over to his bed, and stepped on something. He looked down, and saw that the issue of the Quibbler that he had been trying to levitate was still lying on the floor. It was open to a page with a bizarre illustration. It was an animal that looked like a cross between a human and a sheep. It had a Human body, but it was covered in white fluffy wool coat, and had hair coming out its nose in ringlets. There was an article next to the picture that told the story of what happens to people who are bad wizards. That is what they look like in their after life. Harry laughed at the thought of the Death Eaters looking like that.

Harry then practiced some more, and seemed somewhat easier when he was happier. He thought he owed his happiness to Ginny. Even thinking about that made him send a textbook across the room. After another hour of that, he looked at the clock and saw that it was midnight, so he decided it was time to go to bed.

Harry felt like he had been sleeping for a few minutes, when he felt himself being roughly shaken awake again. Harry grumbled and rolled over trying to get back to sleep.

"5 more minutes," he mumbled sleepily.

"Get up Harry," said a voice somewhere above him.

"Wha sa matter?" Harry asked, still tired. He sat up, and something seemed to register in his tired brain. There were people in his room in the middle of the night. He felt around for his glasses, and once he found them, he turned and looked at the clock. It read 12:45. Something was not right.

"Whose there?" Harry asked starting to panic. He heard someone move right beside him.

"Harry it's me," a familiar voice said. "Wake up, it's urgent."

Someone turned on a light, and he saw Remus standing beside his bed, looking at him.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry.

"There has been a massive break out from Azkaban, and all of the Death Eaters that Dumbledore caught in June have been broken out. Snape has warned us that it's not safe for you here anymore. We have come to take you back to number 12."

Harry realized that that must have been what they were talking about in his dream a few days ago. He the looked around his room and saw Tonks struggling with packing his clothes. She got them all to fly into his trunk, but they overflowed. She seemed to begetting annoyed, because she waved her wand, and shrunk everything, creating plenty of room. Then she turned around and smiled.

"Hello Harry," she said. "Good to be seeing you. The rest of your guard from Diagon Alley are waiting for you downstairs. And Neville is here too. Dumbledore wanted you both to move to Grimmauld Place so you could continue your training together."

"Someone has left a note for the muggles, so you don't have to worry about that Harry," said Remus.

"I don't think they'd notice I was gone," Harry snorted, still trying to process this information. In his mind he registered that he would be getting to go see all of his friends, including Ginny. That made his heart leap. He would also be there for his birthday. Then the rest of the information clunked into place. A band of Death Eaters were after him.

He walked downstairs with Remus and Tonks. When he got there he was greeted by Fred, George, Kingsley, Mundungus, Moody, and Neville, who was looking very frightened.

Harry smiled at him as he strode into the kitchen.

"Hello Potter," grunted Moody.

"Hello," replied Harry.

"Oy Harry!" shouted Fred, only to be hissed at by everyone else for being to loud. He hung his head in fake shame.

Once they had all been disillusioned, all of them had mounted their brooms, and began the journey to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry sighed thinking he would be with his friends when he woke up in the morning. They flew off into the night.

To all my reviewers: I am so sorry that this took so long, ducks angry e-whacks but you can expect chapter 11 to be up this week to make up for it.

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