WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED HALF BLOOD PRINCE!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Chapter One: New People In Town.
Harry Potter woke up to the sound of trucks outside. His eyes fluttered opened. He felt for his glasses on the night stand beside his bed, when he was successful in finding them he pushed them onto his face.
Harry stumbled over to his window and gazed outside. Various pieces of furniture were being unloaded from a giant moving van.
" New neighbors, typical. Happy Birthday." He said to himself.
Today was his seventeen birthday, he was now legally able to use magic outside of Hogwarts.
But happy was not the word to describe his birthday, nor this whole year.
Dumbledore was murdered by a man he trusted, but no matter how many times Harry tried to the tell headmaster about his suspicions about Snape, Dumbledore said he trusted Snape.
Yet Snape ended up killing him. A task Draco Malfoy was supposed to carry out.
And the horcrux Harry and Dumbledore set out to find, was a fake. It was a fake locket, with a letter that made no sense what so ever. Who the heck is R.A.B?
Harry hated Voldemort more then ever for sending death eaters to attack Hogwarts.
He despised Snape even more for murdering Dumbledore.
Harry disliked the world for allowing this to happen.
Tonight he was leaving. Leaving to find the rest of the freakin horcruxes.
He pulled on some clothes and trudged downstairs.
He was at the next to last step when the doorbell rang.
Harry's aunt, Petunia, opened the front door to reveal a girl about the age of fourteen with long amber colored hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She wore a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and jean shorts. She was holding a note pad in her hands.
" Hi, my name is Jess, and yada, yada, yada. Ok, listen my aunt sent my all around the neighborhood to get everybody's names, and you are the eleventh house I've been to. So if you'd be so kind to just give me your names and not engage in further conversation, I'd be very grateful." Jess said without looking up from her notes, and when she did her eyes darted to Petunia's husband, Vernon who had walked in with Dudley during Jess's Introduction.
"Well...er...my name is Vernon, this is my son Dudley," Vernon patted his son's shoulder and continued, " And that's my wife, Petunia."
Jess took a pen out of her pocket and scribbled all this down. " What about you?" She asked.
" Who?" Petunia responded.
" On the steps.."
Everybody turned around, now just noticing Harry.
" Oh, he's nobody." Dudley snapped.
" I didn't ask you." Jess narrowed her eyes at Dudley, who seemed to back down all the sudden.
" I'm Harry." Harry answered awkwardly.
Jess met his eyes then tore her gaze away.
" Vernon, Petunia, Dungly, Harry." She said in a goodbye tone.
" It's Dudley." Dudley corrected finding his voice again.
"Sure it is." And with that Jess walked to the house beside the Dursley's and went inside.
" She was quite rude!" Vernon informed his wife.
Harry went into the kitchen and poured some cereal into a bowl, then went back upstairs, doing this with a smirk on his face. Nobody ever talks to Dudley like that, except, of course, for Harry.