Shitza: Back again, sorry for taking time, but you know why, I'm stuck at school mostly now and updates are going slow. Also, wanted to surprise you all with an extra long chapter.

Tári: You shouldn't sit here, you should be upstairs doing homework!

Shitza: Give it a break, can't you see I'm busy. Besides, there isn't that much so far, only notes I have to read through and I'll do that in some minutes. (turns to you) I just wanted to say, this is not going to be a day-by-day fic', it may seem so, especially if you read this chapter. Hope you'll enjoy.

Ps. My writers' block seems to be over, Yay!

Chapter 4 Sunrise till Sundown

Draco woke up with an irritating prickle in his brain, telling him it was time to wake up. He groaned and sat up, the blanket he had over himself fell of. He groaned again, the windows were open, it was raining outside and a lot of that rain had managed itself in to his room. He sighed, faced his palm to the open window. In a matter of seconds the rain vanished. He had the power to control water, but not any useful powers as he had seen it. The only thing he had found useful was that he at least didn't have to travel around in rain, if he didn't want to. He yawned widely before checking his watch. It said 8:30am.

Sighing he got dressed and walked over to his table. There he took a parchment and wrote...

Dear Blaze,

Having a painful time here at the Headquarters. Back with those bloody alliances and thing don't look good. Voldemort's on the move, Dementors are roaming freely through the whole Britain and I thin I've seen more Death Eaters in Diagon Alley then there are normal ones. Things are really going downhill here.

Yet I hope you may enjoy your own time, for the time you have left. Hope you find something new, now that Salem has fallen. We might see each other at Hogwarts, I don't know. It's a long way for you too travel. Thanks for the help, by the way. I owe you for that, hexing Nott in the face. I wish you could have seen his expression when he woke up. He, he, right as he deserved it.

Hope you write back soon, be careful with the owls, you know why. I'm borrowing Ravenclaw's pigeon for this, you know, her large flying bird. She's going to kill me for that.

Yours truly,

Draco

He whistled on Eador as he saw the giant eagle pass by, chasing small birds, this time Ron's owl Pig. Eador flew through the open window and landed on his arm, digging his talons into his flesh. Draco tried to ignore the pain as he wrote the address and tied the letter to the large birds leg, single handily. Eador took of again, yet on his way he cut Draco across his arm. Draco swore badly and murmured things like "Ravenclaw should teach that bird manners".

In that exact moment Hermione entered. She saw Eador take of, through the open window. She also managed to see him get cut. She sighed, conjured a bandage, which she carefully placed around his wounds that had started to bleed. He groaned once more, he loved Hermione, but he hated when she had to be mother over him.

She carefully inspected his arm, making sure she hadn't missed anything. "Better?" she asked.

"Feels so." He answered. She smiled and kissed him on the mouth.

"Cassandra wants to call up an early meeting. Will we see you there?"

"Well, I guess so. Only thing, if Gryffindor falls asleep on it, count me out."

Hermione shook her head, her hair flying wildly. "See you down there, I have the rough job of awakening Mr Gryffindor.

She was about to walk through the door, when Draco said.

"You go downstairs, I'll go and wake him up. I just want to make sure he'll arrive in time." He said as she gave him a worried look.

Later that day all heirs were assembled by the kitchen table. Harry yawned from being awoke so abruptly, Neville seemed to have gone in some kind of trance. Or may he was faking it all to get some last minutes of closed eyes. Cassandra and Hermione seamed to be all awake. Draco, they couldn't read since he had his eyes close, yet they were pretty sure he was thinking instead of sleeping. Ron looked like a wreck, having been roughly awoken by a beetle, which had crawled into his mouth. Draco's idea, he had said that if he'd fall asleep again, there would be another one.

"What's the rush?" Ron asked Cassandra, sleepingly.

"Well, there have been new reports of Death Eaters on their way, and I thought it would be a good idea to get prepared. For example, well surprise them, we'll fight back. I've already planned everything, so listen carefully. Ron will be strategist, Harry, leader, Draco, defender, Neville, healer, Hermione, blow of disasters and me, I'll be knower. Now any questions?"

"I have one, Cassandra. I think you're going to far ahead, I mean for following weeks there won't, and I tell you won't be any kind of attacks, unless you will count in Ron who'll get bitten before the end of the day." Neville said, yawning.

"WHAT?!" Ron said, now fully awake. "Bitten by what?"

"Can't tell you, Ron. To big of a secret."

Ron looked around, scared by anything that might move. When he thought bite, maybe a spider, a snake, he hated the thought.

"Well, if there aren't anything more important I think I'm going back to my room again." Draco said, leaving the table.

"Well, I think I have to get finished by that essay for Snape. He'll pull my grades to the bottom if he founds out I haven't finished it yet." Harry said, rising from his seat.

"Merlin's beard, I haven't finished that one either!" Neville said, seeing what would happen if Snape really would find out.

"Ron, hem, hem! Hermione said staring at him.

Ron looked around like a confused chicken before understanding.

"Oh!" he said and walked out.

Hermione silently crept away and closed the door. On the plus she put a silencing charm on it, to prevent anyone from hearing their conversation.

Cassandra watched her, stunned. She had no idea what was going on.

Hermione sighed, turned around and said.

"You should be more careful on the way you tell people what to do. You sure enough don't want to have too many rumours around, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Harry finished that essay long ago, Neville too. I've seen both essays finished to the last line. Draco needs to get some air, knowing him he will think about this clearly and see if there is anything that might help him in any of his plans. Ron, well it will take him some hours for the message to sink in, but honestly Cassandra, you can't go and tell people what to do."

"I didn't..."

"You did, that was not any kind of suggestion, that was an order."

Cassandra looked down on her knees, tears trickled down from her blue eyes.

"I never wanted anything like that, that was not my purpose. What will I do?"

"Do what you want, but don't be too much of a Know-It-All as I was. If that continues people will leave you no matter how nice you really are, or how good your purpose is. They'll grow tired of your endless rights and turn their backs on you, believe me, that happened me too."

Cassandra said nothing, just sat by the table, staring at her knees. Hermione lifted the Silencing Charm and walked out. Outside she met Ron, who hadn't walked away, instead he had tried to listen to the conversation, using a supply of various spells, he had succeeded to hear whispers of it. Hermione smiled when she looked back, seeing Ron slip into the kitchen. No matter how much those too went on, they would still remain friends.

By lunch, when things had settled down, Hedwig arrived, together with old Errol and the replacement Frost. Frost was a grey old, he looked old, but was actually very young for being grey feathered. Also, Draco's family owl arrived, carrying his master's letter. Hedwig carried Neville and Harry's letters. Frost arrived with Hermione's, Ron's and Ginny's. Errol was carrying Cassandra's. Cassandra looked rather taken aback by seeing old Errol as he firstly flew right into the glass window, second, he fell down into a bowl of sugar and thirdly, after spilling a jug of milk over himself, he fell down into her lap, splashing milk and sugar all over her.

Ron shook his head and carefully took Errol from the completely stunned Cassandra. The Ravenclaw took the letter and excused herself by saying she needed to get cleaned. Ron carried Errol over to his cage, clearly telling the owl it was time for him to stop delivering letters, now that he didn't even manage to carry them.

Harry read his letter, which was written a bit different then usual...

Dear Mr Anemone-Potter. We are pleased to inform that the start of term begins on September 1 this year. Also we would like to add that the NEWT tests are up, also for the same subjects you took last year, individual timetables will be added. Also, we have added some new safety systems at Hogwarts, about these you'll find out when you arrive. We'll be delighted to here your response soon, by owl. Please, note that the Hogwarts Express will go 11am, at King's Cross, platform 9¾

We'll be especially delighted to have you back.

Your Sincerely Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress

Harry folded the letter and looked at his list of new books, there were a lot, and he wondered what subjects he would take. He also wondered what had happened around Hogwarts, he was pretty sure that there would be more new students then usual.

He heard a gasp across the table. Noticing it was Hermione and Draco, he wondered what was going on?

"I'm Headgirl!" Hermione squealed pulling a stunned Cassandra into a hug.

Draco smiled, "Well, it sure looks like we are together in this. I'm Headboy."

Hermione hugged him to, and kissed him. Ron looked away, disgusted. Harry wondered what Dumbledore had as a plan for this? It seemed to be... why hadn't he...

"Oh, cheer up Harry!" Neville said. Dumbledore has a good reason for it and this is meant to happen. Be grateful you don't have to pull more weigh to your shoulders.

Harry shook his head, Neville was right. He shouldn't be angry because of a stupid badge. Ironically he had started to sound just as Fred and George. He wondered when the rest of the Weasleys would turn up, Ron had the day before mentioned something about all of them visiting the Diagon Alley, if things weren't too heated up.

"When are we going to meet your parents Ron?" He asked.

"Later today, mum said she'd owl about the time. We'll have to disapparate to the Cauldron."

"And for those who might still be to young to do that?" Cassandra asked.

"Cassandra, none of us are beneath seventeen and all of us have passed the test. Weren't you the one who was supposed to be clever?" Draco asked.

Cassandra shrugged. "I'm not as clever as Hermione here."

"Oh yes you are" Hermione interfered. "You have read the library about ten times in a year. I haven't read it even twice."

In that moment both Aunt Petunia and Remus Lupin entered. Remus had been on watch during the night and there were rings under his eyes to prove it, yet he was smiling. Aunt Petunia on the other hand looked down, deep down as if the weight of the world laid on her shoulders.

"Harry, we are going over to Privet Drive." Lupin said.

"What for?" he asked.

"To collect the last things of yours and to get Petunias last stuff.

Harry sighed, what could have been such a good day had become worst then ever.

(The streets of Privet Drive)

Harry appeared, having apparated, right inside a bush. Chocking, from having swallowed some of the leaves, he struggled out, to fall out in some neighbour's garden. He clambered out to the open street, where Remus stood. Minutes later Petunia appeared, having been transported by a Portkey. She didn't look that happy of being back. She had divorced from him, he had thrown her away. Still many of the things in the house belonged to her and she needed those things. She needed to sell them, she didn't have any job at all, she was trapped on the streets.

Remus walked over to the front door of the house and knocked. No one opened.

"Allohomora" he said pointing his wand at the keyhole.

There was a click and the door opened. They walked inside to what seemed to be a field of war. Clothes and dirty underwear laid everywhere. Empty bottles of beer cans lay in the chairs and on the tables. Harry went to get his stuff, his room was the only thing that was untouched. Petunia went to see how her Dudley had it, she received a shock seeing photos of him and some naked girls. Disgusted, yet not too much surprised she stormed out. Harry packed the last of his stuff and headed down. In that moment there was the sound o a car arriving home. Harry stood stunned by the stairs, Petunia and Lupin stopped taking the silver from the cabins. The familiar voices of Dudley and Vernon were heard, followed by an intense giggling.

"That's my boy" Vernon said. "Finding himself some nice girls.

The giggling grew louder. Harry rolled his eyes. His cousin sure had had a lot of fun while he had been gone. Aunt Petunia on the other hand couldn't believe what she heard, yet she tried to ignore it. Dudley had always, and she meant always been an exact replica of his father. Once he had been her little Duddlykins, but that had disappeared right after him becoming a year old and receiving all of those birthday gifts. She had tried to remind him of her being his mother, but she had mostly ignored her, everything she did was wrong. All he or his father did was right.

Her hands were clenched and she shook of that feeling of anger. She had always been the slave of the house. Never anyone had given her any credit at all. She hadn't realised this, until now.

Harry looked curious at his aunt, who was shaking out of anger. He wondered what she was so angry about.

"Home sweet home" his uncle said from outside, fumbling with the keys, until he noticed that the door was open.

"Dudley, you didn't leave the door open did you?" he said.

"No, of course not!" Dudley said tickling one of the girls he had with him.

Aunt Petunia walked out, enraged by seeing her ex-husband like this. Truth to be told, it had been she who had owned most of the things inside, and she was disgusted by the fact how her husband had treated everything around. Since her parents and her sister had died, she had used all that money for making the perfect house, to what purpose. Nothing, was the answer she received.

"Vernon, you great donkey, how dare you even treat my properties like trash!" she said angrily.

"Pe-Pe-Petunia" his uncle said thunderstruck. "What are you doing here!"

Then, his uncle regained his usual temper as he saw Harry standing behind his aunt.

"WHAT IS HE DOING HERE, YOU WITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"He's with me, and don't call me witch, I have no more magic then you..."

"DON'T SAY THAT BLOODY WORD HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I say what I want and Harry's with me. I came here to reclaim what's rightfully mine."

"Yours, may I remind you that I, for gods sake, owns this house and everything in it."

"Not everything, Vernon. The silver is all mine and so is most of the furniture. I have all rights in the world to reclaim it, you great stuffed weasel."

His uncle was angrier than Harry ever had seen him. He saw his aunt back a few steps, pretty unsure what to do. Knowing Vernon, she knew what would happen. She had crossed that deadly line.

His uncle grabbed her arm, hard. He took a large belt from one of the couches and began slashing it at her. his aunt screamed, it was terrible to watch, then...

His uncle was blown back, the dust whirled as he was thrown right into a bad built wall. He looked stunned, so did everyone else. What had happened?

His aunt wobbled back on her feet, Remus walked over and helped her up. "What happened?" he asked her.

His aunt stared at the werewolf. "I don't know" she said uneasy. Harry knew, or rather to say he knew, but didn't believe it. It had been magic, the same kind of magic he had used whenever he had been scared or frightened. But that was impossible, his aunt couldn't be, or could she?

"Let's get back to the Headquarters" Remus suggested. Harry nodded, his aunt didn't say a thing. She was just shocked. Remus collected the last of her items and helped her back through the Floo powder. Harry quickly disapparated.

Back at the Headquarters, his aunt stumbled out the green flames, which slowly changed colours behind her. going from green to the usual. In the kitchen several order members waited, for example Moody and Tonks, who gave each other a look before rushing over to help her. Remus appeared later and Harry, who had apparated several metres wrong, appeared coming from outdoors, where he had landed. Luckily no Muggles had seen him.

He arrived back while Remus Lupin explained what had happened.

"So what was it then?" Tonks asked while the others heirs arrived at the same time, from being beaten by Ron in chess for the fifteenth time.

"It was magic, Tonks. Magic" Harry answered receiving many confused looks coming from Remus, his aunt, Moody, Tonks, Ron, Neville, Draco, Hermione, Cassandra and the other members that where assembled.

In that time, Pig arrived from a daily stroll, he was also carrying a letter from Ron's mother saying...

Be at Diagon Alley in an hour from now.

Love, your mother

Ron looked at the others.

"Questions later, I guess. Mum wants us in the Alley, looks like things have calmed down."

"That was far of the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say" Cassandra commentated.

Ron groaned and returned to his room, to get his Hogwarts list. The others followed suit, mysteries had to wait to tomorrow. Or something like that.

(Diagon Alley, an hour later)

They met the rest of the Weasley family right outside Gringotts. They went separate ways to get money from their vaults. Harry was led by a goblin called Bocko. Ron went, with the rest of his family to their vault, led by Tenthook. Draco went with Griphook and Neville had explained it as he didn't need a guide, he could go by himself. The goblins had been very sceptical towards this, but they had agreed in the end. So Neville went down, closely watched by a dragon, which had been given the instruction to fry him if he tried anything.

Harry filled his pocket with gold, enough that he would be able to live with it for more then three years without returning. Yet an intuition told him that he would need it. He returned back, being the first one to arrive back he waited for the others to come. The sun was going down, yet the sops would be open a little bit longer. It was then, he heard, an explosion and a lot of screams.

Diagon Alley was under attack.

To reviewers: Wow, so many reviews, you guys are great. Thank you so much.

blaze potter: As you see, the character arrives here and there. I do like to put you up, but we'll see more of you in Hogwarts promise. Thank you for reviewing, hope you liked this chapter. Guess it feels weird to read about yourself as a fic' character in another authors fic'.

Nightwing 509: Well, hope you liked this, about Voldemort finding out the whole Prophecy gives him the advantage, doesn't it. Well see how it goes.

animagus092: I never said that, about the heirs being related to Merlin, no way I did that. Anyway, if you haven't already then check your mailbox, I do response to most of my mails.

Ps: I did like your review.

robo22: I hope there wasn't much in this. Thank you so much for taking time and telling me, I hate my way of spelling and I try to improve. But also the best misses and I certainly can't be counted as the best.

Alanpatty07: I started school the 18th this August, so you can say I've had my hands full. And I'm glad you won't be killing me, that's a relief. Also my writers' block is over, Yay. Hope you liked this chapter.

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CrystalSparks: of course, read my bio and it says I'll be happy to give you all answers and I'll tell you as much that can be told. 1, Blaze, Draco's pen pal is a character between me and blaze potter, another of my reviewers who asked me if he could enter this fic. It was a fun idea and works good so far. 2, They will get along, some friends just like having small goes at each other. 3, Can't answer that here, if you really want the answer mail me.

Ps: the rain stopped a while ago, Yay!

Spacko: Thanks, I'll do so, when things are going downhill with all the spells. Hope you liked this chapter.

End Notes:

Shitza: Long chapter, hope you liked it. Thanks so much for all support, this fic' will be long, probably longer then last one, but I'll try to be quick updating. September's here, the fruits are growing sweet. Tomorrow the harvest time in the garden will probably start, so I'm of. I'll try to update soon, don't worry I will never abandon anything I write, unless it is worse than even imaginable.

See you all soon, hopefully.

Shitza