I own nothing, J K Rowling IS Harry Potter. All my 'ideas' are basically ripped from stuff I enjoy; Harry Potter (duh!), Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, Dragonball, The Matrix, The Lion King, 24, and anything else that even remotely looks far too creative for me to just make up! Don't say I didn't warn you alright!

I think the first 'big' thing I changed was in this ch…oh, no it's not. Sorry, it's in the next chapter! All I did in this was take out the bit about Harry grabbing his broom. Since he hasn't got it back yet, he can't pack it!

Chapter 2 – A Not So Pleasant Incident And A Few Surprises

The next two days went by rather quickly, as Harry, spurred on by Snape's comments, paid a lot more attention to Potions. He was in the middle of reading about how to brew Veritaserum, when a faint tapping broke his concentration.

Harry looked up and spotted Hedwig outside his window, in some degree of distress. He quickly opened his window to let her in, and noticed that she wasn't flying very steadily.

Harry's mind raced back to what had happened last year when Professor Umbridge was reading his mail.

"What happened girl? Don't tell me that someone attacked you on your way to deliver my letters" he asked.

Hedwig kept silent, so Harry tried again.

"Okay, were you attacked on your way back here then?" Harry asked and Hedwig hooted softly. Harry carried her to her cage and carefully put Hedwig on her perch and filled her tray with treats and water.

Harry then lay back on his bed, wondering why someone would bother reading his mail, after all, he only included his OWL results so what could they be after? Frustrated Harry paced around his room lost in thought. 'They attack Hedwig, knowing that she wouldn't be carrying anything too important. Voldemort knows that I know that Sirius is gone, so it can't be him unless…'

Harry didn't get a chance to finish when he thought he heard a muffled crack coming from outside. He raced over to his window and peered outside, but to no avail. The rain was too heavy and through the darkness he couldn't make out anything, 'maybe a guard like Mundungus was last year' Harry thought. But he did switch his lights off, just in case.

Harry shuddered. He didn't like this, he hated not knowing what was going on. The only reason he could come up with as to why anyone would attack Hedwig, was to see where Harry lived during the holiday's. It was this thought that bugged Harry the most, he couldn't sleep. The Dementors that attacked Dudley and himself last year were sent by Umbridge herself, so Voldemort couldn't know where he was.

Harry felt a prickle along the back of his neck, and a sudden urge to pack everything up, which he did rather quickly. He found that the cleaning spells that Tonks had used last year weren't too difficult, and he could do them reasonably well, but the shrinking spell he had more problems with. He eventually managed to shrink his trunk, but it took him three tries to shrink it enough. He pocketed his trunk, grabbed his invisibility cloak and silently crept out of his room.

Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs he froze, someone was in the living room. Harry threw his cloak over himself and silently snuck into the room to see who it was.

It was only his Uncle, or so he thought until he heard the man speak

"Darn muggles, don't they have any floo powder anywhere? Surely Potter has some somewhere, maybe in his room. It was him who I saw bring his owl back in, he should be asleep by now."

Harry had heard enough, he threw off his invisibility cloak, raised his wand and shouted "Stupefy!"

The man looked up, startled, before the spell hit. Harry watched with some satisfaction as 'Vernon' went flying backwards into the kitchen until he crunched into the sink with a sickening thud.

Harry searched the man and took his wand, 'for safe keeping' Harry told himself. He then was unsure what to do. He couldn't just leave the intruder here, and Harry couldn't send anyone an owl as Hedwig was still injured.

Harry scratched his head, "how can I contact someone quickly with no owl and no floo powder?" he thought out loud.

"What's that boy?" the real Uncle Vernon had heard the commotion and was down to investigate.

He surveyed the scene and his eyes enlarged dramatically when he saw the man slumped by the sink, "BOY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Uncle Vernon roared.

Harry flinched, but didn't need to answer when his Uncle realised that he was seeing himself and his eyes bulged even more. He looked over at Harry, dumbfounded.

"Polyjuice potion. You can become anyone you want for an hour, as long as you have the right ingredients."

Harry then quickly explained how he, Ron and Hermione had used it before, several years ago.

Uncle Vernon just stood there, "Vernon, what's going…?" Aunt Petunia had appeared, and stopped mid-sentence when she saw two Vernon's. Harry explained how Hedwig had come back injured, that he heard noises downstairs and came down to investigate. How he thought it was his uncle until he heard the man speak. Both his Aunt and Uncle were speechless throughout his story.

When he had finished his uncle just said "well, what are you going to do now?"

Harry couldn't answer that question, so he just replied "I don't know."

He tried to think of something, anything, then it hit him. "Mrs Figg!" Harry blurted out.

"Arabella Figg, what's she got to do with anything?" his Aunt asked.

"She's a squib, someone who doesn't have any mag…funny stuff, despite both her parents having it" Harry explained, careful to avoid the use of the word 'magic'. Uncle Vernon snapped up the telephone and rang Mrs Figg. Needless to say, it wasn't long before a somewhat out of breath Mrs Figg was in the living room. Harry told her what had happened, and she had the same look on her face as both Harry's Aunt and Uncle had.

Once Harry had finished retelling his story, Mrs Figg sighed and said "well, I can't say I'm not surprised. I mean with…him running around now, I'm surprised he hasn't tried something like this before now. You'd better stun him again, he looks like he's going to wake up soon" Harry nodded and did just that.

"If it is Polyjuice, we'll know soon enough, I mean the hour must be over soon" and as he spoke those words, Harry looked over and saw the man changing. It was similar to waiting in Professor Moody's office while the fake Moody was revealed to be Barty Crouch, only unlike then, Harry recognised this person straight away.

"Wormtail" he spat.

The adults looked on with confusion, so Harry explained what had transpired from his third year at Hogwarts to the present. All of them looked shocked, especially Aunt Petunia.

"So this man is the same man that betrayed your parents, and you didn't let anyone kill him. Why?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"I didn't think my Dad would've wanted his two best friends be locked in Azkaban for murdering him, despite the fact that that's what Sirius was chucked in there for in the first place" Harry told them.

Then an idea struck him, it might not work, but Harry had to try. He grabbed his trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it back to normal size. He threw back the lid, and rummaged through his trunk and pulled out a mirror, the one Sirius had given him during his last year.

He held it up and said "Sirius Black."

Nothing happened.

Just as Harry's face fell, he had another idea, he held it up again and spoke "Remus Lupin", the mirror glowed slightly and the surprised voice of Harry's old Defence Professor could be heard through the mirror.

"Harry? What's wrong, has something happened?" Remus asked, and for the third time that night, Harry recounted the events of the day.

When he was finished, there was silence before Lupin spoke again,

"Harry, I think there's more to this than we think. I'm flooing over straight away and bringing Peter back with me, then Dumbledore can figure out what to do next."

The sound of the fire roaring startled everyone but Harry, and as Remus dusted himself off, he looked over to Harry and smiled.

"You can't come with me to Sirius' yet, but soon, okay?"

Harry nodded, and gave Peter's wand to his former Professor before Remus grabbed Peter's arm, a little more roughly than was necessary, then dropped it again. He clutched his own hand before saying, "that…that's a silver hand, isn't it!"

Harry looked confused but nodded. Remus grabbed some floo powder from his robes and gave it to Harry.

"Get anyone else okay, I'm not feeling too flash."

Harry nodded still puzzled, but ran over to the fireplace, stood inside and said clearly "12 Grimmauld Place" and proceeded to disappear in a bright green blaze of light.

Harry still felt dizzy as he stepped out of the fireplace. He looked around, and wasn't surprised when he heard Mrs Wealsely's voice float through to where Harry was

"Remus, is Harry alright, I do hope that…Harry! What are you doing here? Where's Remus?"

Harry held up his hand and said "he's still at my Uncle's place, but he needs someone to come pick him up, I don't understand it, but for some reason he couldn't grab Peter. He asked me about Peter's silver hand and..."

"Oh, Harry, don't you see, silver is incredibly harmful to werewolves! I'll go and get him right now. I'll take you back too, you can come back in a couple of days all right? Ron and Ginny aren't here yet, nor is Hermione. Arthur and myself only arrived here today"

Harry was about to protest but he didn't get the chance as Mrs Weasley grabbed his arm and dragged him into the fire and told him to say the address the same time as she did "4 Privet Drive", and the familiar feeling of giddiness returned as Harry staggered back into his Aunt and Uncle's living room. When Harry finally regained his sense of direction, he looked around and saw that Molly, Remus and Peter had disappeared. Mrs Figg was gone, and his Aunt and Uncle had gone back to bed. Harry was alone, once again.