A/N Hi guys, this is my 2nd FF on this site though it's quite different from my other one (Who Are You? btw if you want to read) I have finished writing this fic so I can promise u here and now that i wont jus stop writing it and abandon it.

Anyway, at time this story can be quite sad, especially the beginning but ive tried to put in some jokes to lighten it up a bit, anyway i hope u enjoy it and plz dnt 4get to review cos I really want to hear wot u hav 2 say even if its jus a 'gd post' or a 'thats shit, dnt write agen' (tho i really hope its nt the 2nd 1)

anyway enjoy

When You Think Things Can't Get Any Worse

'Oh Harry you're finally here!' shrieked Hermione, jumping up from her seat knocking both Ron and his cake to the ground in the process. 'What took you so long? You were meant to be back hours ago.' Ron shot a black look at the bouncing girl as he climbed to his feet, staring longingly at the pile of chocolate cake currently on the carpet.
'Death-eaters,' said Tonks walking into the room, as she spoke she squinted her eyes and the large gash on her cheek disappeared. Harry nodded.
'Are you ok?'asked Hermione anxiously.
'Yeah, between me, Tonks and Mad-Eye we managed to stun them all long enough to tie them up and get out the house, my aunt and uncle were pretty freaked though.'

Over the last year Harry had barely had a week where he hadn't been attacked by death eaters or dementors, coming off the victor on each occasion. However, surviving had it's downsides. Because everytime he had managed to get away, Voldemort was getting increasingly angry and often after one of these failed attacks Harry would feel his anger.
Dumbledore was now teaching Harry occlumency and he was doing alot better but there was still the odd occasion when, Voldemort was feeling really angry when Harry would sense it and when this happened he always felt a sick sense of failure. Dumbledore had been trying very hard to help him and when it wasn't working Harry felt he was letting him down.

It was then that Ron decided to stop grieving over his lost cake and joined the conversation. 'Hiya mate,' he said, 'glad to see your still alive.'
He said this as though it was the most natural greeting in the world and Harry couldnt help but laugh. Little did he know that in a weeks time he would never feel less like laughing than he had in his whole life because in a day, Harry's world would come crashing down.

Since he had finished his sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry had been spending most of his time at Grimmauld Place which they were still using as the Order of the Phoenix headquaters. After Sirius had died they thought that they were going to loose it but it turned out that he had left everything he owned to Harry, including the house and, of course, he immediately volunteered it for the Order. And despite the daily attacks and all the work that he was having to do to keep the building in working order, Harry was having the best time of his life. He was finally away from the Dursleys and with his friends. The situation, however, wasn't perfect because of the fact that the person that Harry had really wanted to be living with was now dead. He still thought about Sirius constantly and when he did he felt a horrible pain in his heart. He missed him so much and there wasn't a week that went by where he didn't cry himself to sleep at least once, though as quietly as possible so that Ron wouldn't here. However, through the day he didn't let this show, he put on a strong face and threw his mind into tasks to be dealt with, such as cleaning, cooking or hiding from the Twins who had taken to testing their new products on their unsuspecting housemates.

That night the whole order seemed to be at number 12 Grimmauld Place for dinner and Mrs. Weasley had every available wand helping out with dinner which fortunately excluded all those still in school and Fred and George and been causing more trouble than they were helping so they were quickly ordered out of the kitchen. They all sat around in the boys bedroom and they were filling Harry in on what had been happening in the headquarters of the Order since he had left to go visit the Dursleys a week ago to check they were still alive. (They had been though not too happy to see Harry again).
'Well, Moody managed to get the entire auror division to join,' said Ginny, happily.
'And Fred and George have managed to get the extending ears to penetrate the charm mum put on the door in the meeting room,' Ron added. The twins looked hugely pleased with themselves.
'You heard anything interesting, then,' asked Harry.
'Not really, everything there is to know about you-know-who is in the Daily Prophet now, anyway. He's not exactly being discrete anymore.'
Harry hung his head. Now everyone knew He was back it had been like a total masacre.
He had read that Seamus Finnigan's father had been killed only a week ago because he tried to stand up to Voldemort during an attack on his house. Seamus and his mother had both gotton away, though Harry doubted either of them would ever be the same again. During the last year at school several students had broken down in the Great Hall after recieving a letter, it had become an almost daily occurance.
Harry felt a huge surge of guilt everytime he heard some of this news because he couldn't help thinking that somehow it was his fault, though Hermione and Ron constantly assured him it wasn't. They just didn't understand.

Dinner that night was a happy affair though everyone seemed slightly tense, there was no discussion of the recent events and everytime someone did mention them Mrs.Weasley would hush them saying it wasn't talk for the dinner table.
Harry was watching Bill and Charlie who were in deep argument over some quidditch match they'd made a bet on and Charlie had refused to pay up.
Harry turned and watched Ron who was absent-mindedly twirling a fork around his finger. Harry noticed the scar across Ron's jaw-bone from when they were battling the death-eaters in the department of mysteries over a year ago and couldn't help resenting the fact that Ron never got half the attention for his scar that Harry did.

Hermione was in a deep, hushed discussion with Lupin, but no matter how much he tried Harry couldn't work out what was being said. He eventually gave up and focused on some of the rest of the people eating instead.

Glancing around the room, he realised that the vast majority of people there he didn't even know. They were all new members and though he knew that the fact there was no much mew blood was a good thing, he couldn't help but feel slightly resentful that he had never been introduced to any of them, despite the fact they were in his house.
After dinner they all went straight to bed and fell pretty much straight to sleep knowing they were to go to Diagon Alley the following day to do their school shopping.

The next morning Mrs. Weasley had everyone up bright and early. The plan was that they would go into work with Fred and George using floo powder because Harry wanted to see the shop and then they were all going to go shopping.
By 9am when everyone was up, dressed, fed and ready and they stepped one by one into the fireplace in number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Harry landed with a gentle thud and stepped forward, wiping his glasses and glancing around the shop, his mouth hanging open.
'Wow,' he gasped,'this place is amazing.'
Every inch of the walls were covered in different tricks and pranks, enough to even satisfy the biggest pranksters needs. The twins grinned widely.

Their shop was a huge success, and already they were almost as popular as Zonkos.
After admiring the store the group left Fred and George selling some of their Weasleys' Wildfire Whizzbangs to and eagar looking 3rd year and pulled out their supplies lists.
Once outside Harry, Ron and Hermione went off to get their school supplies and Ginny went with her mother promising to meet back there in 3 hours.

Within about 2 hours they had done most of their shopping apart from Harry who said that he needed some new robes as his were getting a bit short and that the others should go and get some ice-cream, promising them to meet them back at the ice-cream shop.
They agreed and Harry walked down to Madame Malkims Robes for All Occasions, he explained what he wanted and she began fitting his robes, talking to him about something he wasn't really listening to.
About 20 minutes, as Harry was paying for them he heard a loud bang and the ground shook slightly. Horrified Harry looked up and saw the glow of a bright green light.

NO!

Harry ran from the shop as fast as he could towards where a large crowd had gathered.
No, Voldemort wouldnt just turn up in Diagon Alley...
But he was sure that he had felt His joy seconds after the explosion.
Please let them be ok.
Please let them be ok.
He pushed his way through the crowd and the sight that his eyes met filled him with pure horror.
No not again.

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