Chapter 3

The Begnning

Harry woke the next day with a thumping head ach, and an overwhelming desire to crawl under the bed and not come out. When he arrived back at Privet Drive, he had nearly broken the car door by shoving it open so hard that it actually came back and shut again. He had scanned the entire street before moving away from the car and towards to boot to help his Uncle with his school things. His Uncle had helped him get his trunk up the stairs, and once he had entered Harry's room, he had stood surveying his nephew with his giant red face. He looked as thought he was going to say something, then thought better of it and just muttered 'the bird cage is at the bottom of the stairs, dinner shouldn't' be too long' and walked out, closing the door behind him. Harry may not have liked the Dursley's, but he had never wanted them dead. He didn't wish death on anyone, apart from Voldemort.

That disgusting excuse of a wizard had no taken every single part of Harry's family away from him and left him with nothing. Sure, Harry knew he had friends, people who loved him and would do anything for him, but Harry's own parents had trusted Sirius enough to be the grown up one for Harry if anything happened to them. And he was gone, and it was partially his fault he was gone. Like Dumbledore said, he couldn't take all the blame, the only other person to blame was Voldemort.

Harry sat up in bed and put his glasses on. Having his glasses on seemed to lessen the headache a little, but it was still there, a dull roar at the back of his head. Harry tried to rack his brains, tried hard to think of what he was dreaming about before he had woke up, but there was nothing there. If Voldemort sent him dreams, he always remembered them. All Harry had been seeing in his dreams of late were the last moments of Sirius's life, before he fell through the veil.

Determined not the think of that, he got out of bed, pulled some clothes out of his still packed trunk and dressed in haste. He knew that it was quite late in the morning. He arrived in the kitchen to find the Dursley's all sitting round their table with various drinks, watching the television. Harry came to a halt in the door way as he listened and watched. On the television, a women reporter was standing next the yesterday's scene outside kings cross.

"One witness, who requested to be anonymous, told us of the terrifying tale. He said that a man appeared out of nowhere, and stood waiting with a stick in his hand. When one family walked out of the station he attacked. He was pointing the wooden object towards the group, and sparks were shooting out, the cars the victims were hiding behind had huge craters in them. One of the victims of the attack shot sparks back, but it did nothing. Other people, some dressed in all black wearing masks, others in what appear to be cloaks, started to appear. One person in particular, an old man, began to retaliate"

The screen shifted back to another news person sitting in the studio.

"Have you any news on what all this could mean? Have the police been able to answer any questions, there was more than one eye witness, surely they can't ignore this?" The news reader asked.

"The police have been very cloak and dagger, about this, if you excuse the term, but what we do know is someone called Harry Potter is involved. The attacker spoke quite clearly saying that this Harry Potter, who ever he may be, would not 'evade him this time'. Quite clearly, this unknown attacker, who disappeared, was attempting an assassination"

Again the screen shifted back to the news room.

"What about the weapons used? Things like this have happened before. There have been so many eye witnesses of strange occurrences, flying cars, the unresolved murders 15 years ago?"

"We can only speculate at this time, but the weapons used, as unusual as this sounds, seem to be wands. The police are just as baffled as we, as is the nation. It seems that its highly likely the we have been very closed minded to what is happening around us. The station staff have video clippings of what happened both outside and inside the station, and we will be bringing those to you later today"

And the television switched again.

"Thank you for that, we will bring you more updates later, and more eye witness accounts, but the one thing that is at the forefront of most people's minds is, who is Harry Potter, and what had he got to do with yesterdays magical events? This is Tammy Broderick, reporting for Central News"

Harry was frozen in place. It wouldn't take long for muggles to realise they were in the middle of a war, especially now they had brought back the memories of 15 years ago, when the first war began. Muggles would now be on the look out for anything dangerous. With the video clippings, Harry's world was done for, how could they stop those tapes? Did the ministry have any influence to get the tapes? And the neighbours! How long would it be before the neighbours remembered there was a Harry Potter living at number 4, who disappeared for months on end? Would they phone up and say they knew where one lived? Would the news people show up at Privet Drive? Would his Aunt and Uncle tell all about his world? Hundreds of thoughts were flowing through Harry's head, so much so that he didn't realise all of the Dursley's were watching him, open mouthed. Harry decided that it was a bad idea to be downstairs, he had lost his appetite anyway. He turned round to go back down the hall when his Aunt Petunia called him back.

"Harry, whats going to happen?"

Her tone of voice made Harry turn round and walk back to the door frame. She sounded frightened, lost, like an abandoned child in a storm. Harry knew how she felt, because that was how he felt, and ironically, the first he was going to do when he got back up stairs was to write to Grimauld Place, and find out what he could, if anything. Harry sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes where they shone from underneath his glasses.

"I have no idea" He answered shortly. He sounded just as tired as his Aunt.

"What do you mean you have no idea? This is all down top your lot, I remember how it was 15 years ago, all those funny deaths that were blamed on terrorists, it had nothing to do with anybody but you and your freaks" Harry's Uncle stood up and walked over to the window and leaned his palms on the sink.

"What are we supposed to do with you? The whole nation now knows that there is something wrong with you, that…that your marked for…death or something. What do we ruddy well do when one of our nosy neighbours phones and says there is someone by that name living here! What do we do then, I ask you?"

Harry thought it was best to let his Uncle carry on until he shut up. He didn't have it in him to argue this morning, he just wanted to go back to bed. He looked over at the table. His bony Aunt was sitting with her head in her hands and Dudley was sitting staring at the table.

"Well boy?" His Uncle asked, pushing away from the sink with his arms crossed in front of him.

"I have no idea, what else can I say? I don't know whats going to happen, do you really think I wanted this? Do you really think that this makes me happy, having a mass murderer after all my life? ALL THIS IS BECAUSE SOME WITCH MAD A PREDICTION, IM STUCK WITH NO FAMILY BECAUSE OF A PROPHESY! DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT MAKES ME HAPPY?"

Harry turned on his feet and stormed up the stairs, back into his bedroom and he slammed the door. Hedwig woke with a start and made a loud hooting noise to let him know she wasn't happy. She ruffled her feathers and went to stick her head back under her wing, but Harry stopped her.

"Don't you go back to sleep, I need you to take something to Grimauld Place"

He walked over and undid her cage. He knew she would come out of her own accord. He bent down and rummaged through his trunk until he found some parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill. He slumped down behind his desk and began to write;

To who ever is there

What is going on? Its been all over the muggle news and the muggles know my name! they know that I'm involved and that wands are real, and they're talking about what happened 15 years ago. Whats going to happen? Please contact me soon.

The Dursley's are being fine

Harry

Harry folded the latter and called Hedwig from his head board to his arm. She flew over to his shoulder and sat there, where she nibbled his ear affectionately. He walked over to his trunk and pulled out the owl treats which had be rummaged to the top of the mess. He feed her a couple and stroked her a couple of times, then tied the letter to her leg.

"This needs to go to Sir… Grimauld Place. It doesn't matter who gets it, as long as someone does, OK?"

The Owl hooted once and took off through Harry's open window. Harry was left alone. He had been alone so much, especially towards the end of the term. He couldn't forgive himself for Sirius. No matter who said what, how little he thought about it, it was always there, hiding in the back of his mind. The pain of loss, a pain he knew all too well. As he watched Hedwig disappear into the morning sun, he swore to himself, he swore that he would avenge his Godfather, he swore that he would be the victor in the fight between himself and Voldemort, and to contradict himself, he swore that he would never play the hero again.