A/N – This is a story that I have co written with Varyssa before I had registered on this site. I didn't have the confidence to write so Varyssa would write with me – the first seven of these chapters are what we wrote together but now I feel I can write by myself so after chapter 8 this fic is totally from my mind!

From this story you can expect love, sarcasm and of course a new threat from Voldemort and what is Snape hiding?

Takes place in Harry's sixth year.

Red Bess Rackham – please bear with me while I get the chapters up and can then continue with the story. I understand why you didn't like Jen as she was being the main focus in the story - I will change that to make it more about Harry and the other main characters.

To Varyssa – You will always be apart of this story – thankyou for giving me confidence to write it alone. x

Chapter 1 – Rescue

The loud rapping of talons against the window woke Harry from another deep sleep racked with horrific nightmares. Sirius was in reach, if he could just get to him in time…but it didn't matter how fast Harry ran, his godfather inevitably fell through the veil, leaving Harry utterly alone in the world. He would never find anyone else to confide in, to talk to, the way he had talked to Sirius.

Reluctantly Harry rose from the warmth of his covers and rushed to the window. Hedwig's rapping was growing louder, if she continued to raise the volume, inevitably the Dursley's would wake and once again, Harry would face their wrath.

Hedwig swooped through the now open window and landed, neatly upon her perch. Not for the first time she had left and returned without any word from Harry's friends or anyone in the wizarding world for that matter. Ron and Hermione had sent their letters early on, but upon receiving no reply from Harry assumed he was still grieving for his loss and thus neither had sent anything further.

Harry stared out of the open window for a moment, feeling the night air brush against his face. The sound of a motorbike forced him to close the window again, no doubt the Dursley's would hold him responsible for their waking, even if it was only partly Harry's fault.

Resigning himself to depression once more, Harry ignored Hedwig who watched him with her wide, yellow eyes, and returned to his bed, trying to return to sleep.

He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to find a position that would grant him sleep, but now that he was awake, he knew it would be hours before his tormented mind found rest. He lay still, replaying the events that had led to his godfather's death over and over in his mind. He could hear someone moving on the landing, one of the Dursley's making their way to the bathroom, no doubt, but even that proved to remind him of the previous year when he'd been rescued by the Order of the Pheonix, ready to take him to his Godfather's house.

Another rap at the window. "Forget it Hedwig," Harry mumbled, closing his eyes, hoping he could fall to sleep. Hedwig hooted from the wrong direction and the rapping continued. Harry looked up, Hedwig was still perched in her cage, nowhere near the window. He snapped his gaze to the window and gasping at what he saw, allowed the bird entry.

A beautiful pheonix flew into the room and flew past Harry. Harry watched in awe as the bird passed him, landing on someone standing in the doorway. Harry snapped his bedside lamp on and snatched his wand up from the cabinet as he faced the intruder.

A young girl, about the same age as him had found her way into his room, closing the door silently behind her. She wore a bright pink top that almost glowed in the darkness, her black jeans allowed her to blend in with the shadows, her dark hair falling about her face, freely. The phoenix rested on her shoulder, both of them staring at Harry, the girl with some amusement.

"You're Harry Potter?" she asked, examining him with her eyes, "Hmmm, I thought you'd be…" she hesitated, "taller?"

"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my room?" he demanded, raising his wand. The girl eyed the wand with a raised eyebrow,

"We'll skip introductions then shall we?" she muttered, throwing a letter at Harry, without moving from her place at the doorway. Harry didn't pick it up, it bounced off his chest and landed on the floor before him. He refused to move, still aiming his wand at the intruder.

She waited for a moment, but when she realised he had no intention of picking the letter up she rolled her eyes, "Are you going to read it or not?" she demanded, then added, "It's from Dumbledore." Harry eyed her suspiciously, but she just leaned back against the door, waiting for him to read. Keeping his wand fixed on her he bent down and with one hand ripped open the letter. Like she had said, the letter did contain words from the Headmaster's hand and Harry's heart flickered slightly to have some connection from the wizarding world after so long.

'Harry,

There isn't much time so I'll be brief. I fear your life may be in more danger than ever before. Therefore it is my desire that you leave Privet Drive immediately. Jen will return you to Grimmauld Place, you must leave with her straight away,

Albus Dumbledore'

Harry looked up at the girl, she was examining his tip of a room, a pair of dirty underwear in her hands which she threw aside, disgusted as he finished the short letter.

"Are you Jen?" Harry asked, still keeping his wand pointed at her. She gave a false bow, the phoenix remaining on her shoulder.

"Yes, and like the man said, there isn't much time so I'd appreciate it if you 'd get your stuff and move it out of here. Unless you want to tell your family first?" Harry thought for a moment, the Dursley's hadn't been particularly bothered by the sudden disappearance and reappearance of their nephew last year. Harry lowered his wand and a smirk flickered across the girl's face,

"Good, now get your stuff, I'll be waiting outside. You might want to be quick. It's no skin off my nose if I go back without you, but if you want to stay alive I suggest you come with."

Harry struggled to take all this in, taking an immediate dislike to Jen's brazen attitude, but never-the-less realised he would be leaving with her. She watched him pick up the underwear she had flung aside and smiled, almost.

"Tell Dumbledore, we have the boy who lived…unfortunately," Jen muttered, turning on her heel and leaving as silently as she had entered.

For a moment, Harry seemed rooted to the spot, memories of last year flooding his mind. No contact for ages and then suddenly he's invited to Grimmauld Place. Harry wasted no further time in packing his stuff, he didn't like Jen but she was his only ticket back to where he belonged.

TBC