Disclaimer: ok ok...I know that: Harry Potter, names, characters and related indicia are copyright and trademark Warner Bros. But don't sue me, I'm not doing this for money I'm doing this just so that my mom can yell at me that I should turn of the computer and do my homework. I know very well that J.K. Rowling is the one that created the characters I'm just borrowing them to see what I can do with them. Also I have used lyrics that also don't belong to me so don't sue for that either. Him- Heartache Every Moment.

Chapter 10 Floo-network

Harry woke up and opened his eyes. There was a lot of noise coming from outside. He looked through the window; the view that greeted him was one of absolute chaos. The house in front of him was on fire, people were gathering all around, sirens could be heard from not afar. High above in the sky, not unnoticed by the crowd, the dark mark shone brightly green.

So, it was true, Harry thought. It was all true. He had not dreamed, he had been once again in Voldemort's mind while he did his bidding. He could not believe he had been powerless to save them. He had been a few feet away yet he had not been able to do a thing.

He got down quickly, not having to dress, since he'd stayed in the same clothes for the past two days. The firemen had arrived and were trying to extinguish the fire. As it was a magical one, water did nothing to diminish its strength, it mainly to just make it stronger. People from all over were coming to ogle. Harry managed to get as close as possible.

So this is how it had have been, to see the house just next to yours with the dark mark above it. So this is what they all feared. And it was up to him to rid them of this pure evil.

From ashes to ashes And from lust to dust In your sweetest torment I'm lost And no heaven can help us Ready, willing and able To lose it all It was Spica. She was standing less than a few feet away, next to her sister. Because of the flames, he could see their faces as clear as in day. They were blank. Just like their mother, they showed no sign of emotion. He could not believe it.

When he had seen Cedric die he would have broke into tears had it not been for the desperate situation, yet they were just standing there looking calm at their burning house, the bodies of their parents inside.

He didn't know what to do. Go and say something to her, or just let her go through her strange grieving, he was debating in his head. He was just to go to her when a large number of powerful bangs were heard all around. He glanced about; all around witches and wizards in ministry robes were appearing. He turned his head to see what was happening next. That's when his gaze locked with Spicas'. His scar hurt more than it had all night. The urge to throw himself at her, to bear his teeth into her was overwhelming yet her eyes, so similar to her mothers, and yet not quite as bright, kept him on his spot.

Rapidly, the ministry personnel began clearing the crowd.

'Wotcher, Harry.' A familiar voice called from behind, startling him. He turned his head so fast he almost cricked his neck. Before a he could say anything, the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt asked from behind.

When did you meet Mr. Potter, Tonks?' it was a plain question but Harry knew it was really a warning for Tonks to behave as if they hadn't met.

'Not once, but what more is wanting? He's got the scar, the black hair, green eyes, that's him isn't it?' she covered, in her jovial manner. While the others Aurors were dealing with the damages, Mr. Weasley, who had appeared with the others, pulled Harry to a side.

"Go back to the house. The hearth has been connected to the floo-network for a little while. Here have some floo powder. Meet you at the headquarters.' He gave a glance around seeing if they were spied upon. No one was paying them any attention. 'You just have to say "Black House". Now, get going.'

Mechanically, Harry followed Mr. Weasley's orders. He did not look back once. He did not want to see the image that was going to haunt his nightmares from now on. At least it would, if Voldemort backed off a little, to give him time for some dreams of his own.

In the hearth there was a green fire crackling. Harry stepped in, uttering the words 'the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black'. Once he got through the rough traveling, he ended up sprawled undignified on the kitchen floor with the whole Weasley clan over him, including Percy. Looks like the middle Weasley was finally back with his own.

A.N.: Hope at least somebody is reading this cause I lost a lot of time writing it. the next chapters are not yet beta-read, but I have at least ten more chapters finished, from then on Harry gets back to school and it will be harder to write as I will... well let's not divulge all the secrets yet. From then on ideas are more than welcomed for pranks and adventures to happen.

And what would you think if I wanted to bring Sirius back? I can develop the plot with or without him, but I had some nice scenes in mind in case I'm bringing him back. I think it would make the story funnier. Well please answer this question.