A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. As I forgot to put in my first 3 chapters, I don't own anything Harry Potter; I just mold it to work for me. I really wish you people would review more. They just make me feel like you really enjoy it. And it barely takes three seconds. Without further ado, chapter 4.

The rest of the evening followed uneventfully. Several owls arrived for each member of the Order. The members sat in dining room and locked the door. Harry hated the way adults did this.

He was nearly of age, but they treated him like he was some stupid first-year. He went up to his room, and sat on his bed. He peered around the room. He had never noticed how little he really had. The only item he ever left at the Dursley's was his calendar counting off the days until returning to Hogwarts. He tore this off the wall and threw it into the trash bin.

He was so bored. He hated being bored because it led to being even more bored. He paced around the room, then decided the only was to occupy the time until midnight would be to sleep. He lay down on his bed, fully clothed and his eyelids began to droop. He didn't realize how exhausted he really was. After the many emotional tolls he had been subjected to, his mind was overwhelmed. His eyes closed and his mind shut down. The last thing he remembered seeing was the street lights outside flicker on.

Harry was awakened by a gentle shake on his shoulder. "Harry, it's time to wake up." He rolled over to find Tonks sitting at the edge of his bed, her hand on his shoulder. He rubbed his eyes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"What time is," he yawned, "it?"

"11:45," she replied. "We need to get going, we need to be ready to go at midnight." She pointed her wand at his trunk and levitated it downstairs. "Fifteen minutes," she reminded him. He stumbled into the bathroom and splashed water in his face to wake himself up. He pulled on his sneakers on and walked downstairs. The guard was gathered downstairs in the living room.

"Ok, Harry, we have to wait until the signal," said Moony. Harry glanced at his watch, it was 11:55.

He sat down on the couch and asked, "What will the signal be?"

"Well, we'll know when it comes," replied Lupin.

"You mean you don't even know what it is?" asked Harry.

"Well," Lupin rubbed the back of his neck, "yea," he responded weakly. Harry let his raven colored head hit the cushions. Lupin turned his wrist so he could see his watch. "Ok, everyone, one more minute." Harry sat up and walked over to join the group. He closed his eyes. The realization dawned on him. In less than one minute, he would be leaving the source of most of the horrible things that happened to him. "Ok, its midnight," announced Lupin, interrupting Harry's reverie.

Harry stood erect. He felt a powerful tingling in every vein in his body. A warm feeling swallowed up his heart. He involuntarily smiled and closed his eyes. A note on old parchment popped out of thin air in front of his face and he snatched it up. He unfolded it and read,

Dear Harry,

Today your mother's blood has sealed your safety.

You no longer have to return to your aunt's house.

-Concerned for you, Harry

He handed the letter over to Lupin, who read over it and passed it through the group. "I think that is the signal," said Harry after the note was handed back to him.

"Well, I guess we can go," said Moody, his magical eye darting across the room. They stepped into the front yard and locked the front door back behind them. "We're going to Apparate to Grimmauld Place. Grab on to Remus' arm. Harry latched himself onto his third year teacher's right arm. He felt the same feeling he had almost a year ago, when he had Apparated to Slughorn's house. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar street of Grimmauld Place. He closed his eyes and remembered the note Dumbledore had written. 12 Grimmauld Place appeared between numbers 11 and 13. He opened the door and crossed the threshold into his house.