Harry Potter and Dumbledore's Army

Author's Note: This is a 7th year story with Major Spoilers from book six. DO NOT READ BEFORE READING HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!

Also, (to my fellow authors) please do not give up on fan fiction or any of the couples you like… frankly I'm still going to read stories that don't fit with book six… (I personally love snape stories even though he is an ass now…. )

P.S- quick update on chapter one to fix my misspelling of Khakis. Did you know that Kakis is a Chinese fruit tree? I didn't.

Harry awoke with a sudden chill. These past few weeks were all alike. Restless days, rough nights and the creeping feelings of depression. He had been so close and at the same time so far. If only….

"Harry! Hurry down here!" Screeched Aunt Petunia from the bottom of the stairs.

"It's as if she doesn't know how to climb stairs…" Harry mumbled aloud. He dragged himself out of his bed and threw on a scruffy shirt and some dirtied khakis.

When he had returned home from Hogwarts after Dumbledore's funeral Uncle Vernon was happy to welcome him back with all of the malice and hate he was used to. With Dumbledore gone Vernon felt there was very little requiring him to keep Harry for a moment longer.

"Ah, Harry, not dead yet I see. Go make breakfast you ungrateful git." Unfortunately for Uncle Vernon Aunt Petunia wasn't as horrible or ignorant. She knew that even without Dumbledore around there were plenty of witches and wizards waiting for Harry to report the slightest problem.

And so with misery and anxiety gripping at his heart, Harry spent half of his last summer at Number Four Privet Drive. It is true that the occasional owl came from Hermione and Ron (and even one or two from Ginny) but Harry still felt loneliness overpower his love for his friends.

"It's almost over… One more day and then I will never have to see the Dursleys again." Harry thought as he fried the bacon and scrambled the eggs. Unlike the summer before Harry was fully packed and simply waiting on time. At the strike of midnight Harry made his was down the stairs and out the door of the Number Four Privet Drive for the last time. From there he lit his wand and waited for Stan Shunpike to appear with the Phoenix Flight to take Harry to the Burrow.

Stan, like many, felt the backlash of tightening security in the wizarding world. Though he was released and declared innocent, the wizards and witches of England no longer trusted him and shunned the Knight Bus. With the loss of business Stan almost fell into ruins when a friendly donor owl'd him a proposition for a new, more secretive business.

"'Ello 'arry. 'Ows it been? Off to the Burrow of course?" Harry smiled at the gangly young man in front of him. He nodded and took his seat mid way through the bus. The Phoenix Flight was not quite as big as the Knight Bus had been and it lacked the sparkling chandelier but it made long trips comfortable and quick. Harry had quickly invested a small fortune in this new enterprise and saved Stan from ruins. The helping hand was enough to create and strong and unbreakable friendship between the two men as well as create a system of transportation for Dumbledore's Army.

As lights and towns passed rapidly by, Harry thought about his friends and the year ahead of them. With Dumbledore's death Harry had determined to disappear into his quest without a trace. Of course this was one of the most ridiculous of all of Harry's plans and lead to quite an earful from Hermione. So with little choice Harry had re-instated Dumbledore's Army. Only this time the army consisted of the closest friends to Harry; Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna. The D.A was like the new Order of Phoenix except that a number of the members weren't old enough to apparate.

"Have you already taken Neville and Luna to the Burrow?" Harry asked Stan suddenly. He had completely forgotten to owl them back to confirm dates and time for pick up.

"Ay 'arry, boy they were rather angry to see me though. Muttering about no warnings or something. They both arrived in time for dinner though. 'Ermy-own-ee say 'ello 'Arry. She was already at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley asked me to give this to you." Harry took the letter from Stan's hand and sat back to read it.

Harry Dear,

I hope that you have considered my last letter. Of course you know that no one else will even consider returning to school this year unless you choose to as well. Dear I don't think I could have six more of my children drop out of Hogwarts… Not to mention what a strain that would put on Headmaster McGonagall. She, of course, will keep the school open as long as there is one student who would like to be taught… Keep in mind all of the other students who are waiting on you to return before they do… I'm sure we will talk more when you arrive. Get some sleep deary.

Harry chuckled as if by some sort of magic, he drifted off to sleep. He could see where Mrs. Weasley had originally written two, then four then finally six. 'She considers all of the D.A her children…' he thought as his eyes fell heavily into a peaceful sleep.