Chapter 3

Harry Potter lay on his bed. He started up at the ceiling. He could hear his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon talking quietly about something downstairs. He didn't bother get up to see. They wouldn't tell him anything. They hated him. He could hear Dudley, his cousin, snoring from the other room.

Harry didn't care what his Aunt and Uncle were whispering about. Just like he didn't care about anything these past 3 weeks. Had it been that long? It seemed like yesterday to Harry when his Godfather was killed. It was his entire fault too. If he had just stayed put.

"No, Harry, don't do this to yourself again," he muttered. He knew Sirius had died the way he wanted to. He talked to Lupin the week after summer started. He helped Harry a lot. He guessed it was because Sirius and Lupin had been best friends forever. Harry didn't know how he would feel if Ron or Hermione died. If anyone of the Weasly's died. They were his family now too. Others were something different from family, more than that.

Harry's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Uncle Vernon bellowed for him to come downstairs.

Slowly Harry dragged himself out of his bed and down the stairs.

"You've done it now boy, look at this, look at this," Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia sat at the kitchen table. Uncle Vernon waved some parchment under Harry's nose.

Harry grabbed the parchment and started to read. The first one was addressed to his Aunt.

Dear Mrs. Dursley,

We are well aware that you know about the danger Harry and our world are in. We also know that you care otherwise you wouldn't have him there at all. A certain family who Harry cares for very much is in grave danger. They have some children who need somewhere safe to go. I know you will do what you can to protect them and keep them as well as Harry safe. Keep them in your sight. Don't let them leave. I'll send word as soon as I can.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry read the letter again trying to make sense of it. A family close to him was in danger.

He looked to the next piece of parchment to see Mrs. Weasly's scratchy writing.

Harry Dear.

I love you. I want you to know that. You are like one of my sons and you must know that. You we never an orphan. You were my son.

I'm sure you have read Dumbledore's letter. I know I can tell you Harry. You must know. Voldermort is coming. We are too much of a threat. I am sending Ginny, Ron, Hermione and the twins to your house. Watch over them. Especially Ron and Ginny. I know you are close to them. When they find out it will shatter all of them. Don't tell them anything when they come. Who knows? We might make it through some how. Please. If we don't make please give each of them the letter I have written them. Harry I love you son.

Mrs. Weasly.

Harry.

You know you are like my son. And that Molly loves you dearly. Take care of my family. I know I can trust in you. Take care of yourself. I know you will be triumphant.

All my Love

Arthur Weasly

Harry reread the letters over and over again. NO! This couldn't be happening. Not them. Not the Weasly's. They were all that he had left. He cried. He cried harder then he had in a long time. He couldn't just stay out. He had to go. He had to go fight. But he knew. He knew it wasn't his time. His battle. But he couldn't just sit there.

He suddenly remembered his aunt and uncle sitting there.

"Don't worry," Aunt Petunia looked at him kindly. Harry had never seen her like that. Kind to him. "We'll watch over you."

"Petunia we can't. What the hell do you think you are doing? Did I agree to this? I will not have those monsters in my house," Uncle Vernon shouted, his face turning bright purple.

"Then you can leave," Aunt Petunia scowled. Harry was going to faint. His aunt was sticking up for him? The one who hated him and probably wished he was dead?

Uncle Vernon looked as shocked as Harry felt.

Before anything else could be said Harry heard a tap at the door. Aunt Petunia left a scowling Vernon at the table.

The next thing he knew, Harry was standing at the door, staring at his friends. Staring at the world falling apart.