A/N This chapter has been edited- only gramtically though.

Chapter 5 – Privet Drive

"Boy, get down here now" Harry heard, as he got up from his dismal bed with a terrible backache.

"Or what?" Harry yelled back at his fat uncle, or as his aunt would call him, pleasantly plump.

"Or what, I'll show you or what!" Harry heard, as loud thumps on the floor started and then came closer.

"You won't be showing me anything, or Moody will hear about it. Now we don't want that, do we?" bellowed Harry, to his uncle through his newly locked door.

"Don't you dare threaten me with your kind" Harry heard as the thumps, which were getting closer and closer, stopped.

Harry pressed his ear against his tightly locked door, and listened for any sound or movement from his uncle. Nothing, he heard nothing.

Naturally, he wanted to know why his bating of his uncle to argue him hadn't worked. He slowly unlocked the door and peered out of the doorway with stealth and looked left, no one was there, he looked right, and again no one was there. "What the?" thought Harry aloud, "to the lounge!"

Once Harry crept out of his room, down the rickety stairs- jumped the few squeaky ones- and then scurried across the hall and into the kitchen, he heard "Vernon, you must understand. If the boy does not want to remain here, but he has no choice, he must be here. Once he turns seventeen, he will be out of your life forever. You see, there is an ancient spell bound on this house that was made by that Dumbledore man. That spell will protect this family from that crazy man!

"But didn't that man die?"

"Oh Vernon, why else do you think the boy is here?"

"No, you have it all wrong dear. I wasn't talking about the Voldeshorts man, I meant the Dumbierdor man. Didn't he die a few weeks ago at that school?"

"Oh my god! The spell is broken! I have to go tell the Order! I have to get out of here!" Harry thought nervously. Immediately Harry lunged forward, and then ran as fast as he could out of the kitchen, back across the hall, straight back up the stairs, not even bothering to miss the squeaky ones.

Harry burst open his door and dived for a piece of parchment and quill and wrote:

"To a member of the Order of the Phoenix,

You must come and get me. I am in grave danger. I will explain once you have gotten here. HURRY!

Harry."

Once he finished tying the piece of parchment to Hedwig's leg, he spoke "Take this to a member of the Order, someone we can trust, like a Weasley or Remus. You must hurry. I will give you all the owl treats in the world, if you go as fast as you can, now go!"

As soon as Hedwig was out if sight Harry made a scramble for all of his personal belongings. Over the time space of three and-a-half minutes, Harry had managed to gather almost all of his old school books. He was missing one. His potions book, the Half Blood Prince's book, Snapes book, and then it came back to him. He had left it on top of the two-way cupboard in the Room of Requirement.

As Harry sat there, in his small, yet spacious room, he lost track of time thinking about whether the Half Blood Prince had helped or hurt him more this year.

"I did pass my potions and I sliced Malfoy up thanks to one of his curses," thought Harry, ", but he killed Dumbledore."

"Harry…Harry…Have you got your trunk packed?" heard Harry as he awoke from his mental argument.

Harry replied "I…Huh? Oh, my trunk, yeah it's packed".

"Good, now tell me, why do we have to go so quickly? You are supposed to stay here until you become of age" Harry recognized this voice. It was Remus.

"We must leave now! Professor Dumbledore cast a spell on this house that was ancient magic. The spell stopped any evil from coming inside this house and from harming me. Now that Dumbledore is dead, the spell is broken!" whispered Harry.

"How do you know the spell doesn't work?" questioned Remus.

"Well you see, once Dumbledore and I had come back from doing something, which he asked me not to tell anyone. On the night of the attack, he cast a body-bind curse on me, and then threw my invisibility cloak over me, because he heard Death Eaters coming. But once the traitor killed him, the spell broke and I could move," replied Harry.

"Does Voldemort know?" asked Remus.

"I don't think he knows yet, but he will know soon," said Harry in an urgent tone, "We must leave!"

"Do you have everything then? Because we are leaving now," rushed Remus.

"Yes, just give me a second to cram it into my trunk", whispered Harry, as he tried to cram the rest of he school equipment into his trunk, and then shove Hedwig into her cage.

"Ok, seeing you aren't of age yet, grab onto my arm" Remus said.

"But what about all of my stuff?" queried Harry.

"Oh, yes. Righty oh then" Remus said, as he made all of Harry most lively possessions disappear with just a flick of his wrist.

"Now grab onto my arm. We will be apparating," Remus added as he saw the questioned look on Harry's face.

As Harry did so Remus spoke "Ok, on three do a quick spin on the spot. One… Two … Three". Harry jumped around and with one last glimpse of his old bedroom he felt his navel being pulled back and then shut his eyes.

Once Harry opened his eyes, he saw a blur of red. "Oh, Harry, how good it is to see you" Harry heard as he was pulled away from the red blur.

Harry turned around to see the beholder of the firm grasp and hard pull and he saw Arthur and Remus. "Now what's this I hear from Remus, about some sort of curse being broken since Albus died?" Questioned Arthur.

"Ok, just as I said to Remus. Professor Dumbledore cast a spell on number four Privet Drive that was ancient magic. The spell stopped any evil from coming inside the house and from harming me. Now that Dumbledore is dead the spell is broken!" repeated Harry.

"How do you know the spell does or doesn't work?" Arthur questioned, just like Remus.

"Remus asked the same thing. Once Dumbledore and I had come back from doing something, which he asked me not to tell anyone. On the night of the attack, he cast a body-bind curse on me, and then threw my invisibility cloak over me, because he heard Death Eaters coming. But once the traitor killed him, the spell broke and I could move," replied Harry.

"So you're telling me that this curse can be disabled is the caster is… decease?" gulped Arthur.

"I think so, I have never really been told about what happens to the magic that wizards cast once they die," replied Harry.

"Nor have I. I will follow this up with Minevera. Now, lets get you back to the people who want to discuss their holidays with you," said Arthur as he guided Harry back to Ron and Hermione.

"So what have you both been doing for the last few weeks?" spoke a casual Harry.

"It's been alright," they both said in unison, "Erm Harry, why are you here so early?"

"I'll tell you another time, I don't feel like reciting why I am here for the third time today," replied Harry.

"Fair enough mate," replied Ron.

After several hours of chatting and drinking butterbeer Molly spoke "Ok, all the kids off to bed now".

Slowly, Ginny walked up the stairs with a sulking look on her face. "Ron, Hermione and Harry that means you to," spoke Molly.

"But Mum, me and Hermione are of age and Harry is almost of age so we really don't count as kids anymore" said Ron defiantly.

"Ron, to me you are all my little children, now off to bed," replied Molly.

Before Ron could object he was ushered up the stairs of Grimmauld Place by Harry and Hermione.

"Harry, come on, get up. Mum said breakfast is ready. I want to eat it before it's all gone," Harry heard as he opened his eyes to see Ron.

"No Ron, you just want to eat it all," joked Harry as he got out of his bed, put his bathrobe on and set off for the kitchen with Ron.

"Anyone we know?" Ron questioned Hermione as she was reading The Daily Prophet. "Umm… Yes, I'm so sorry, Harry" apologised Hermione, as she handed the newspaper across the table. Harry glanced at the newspaper to see the headline in big bold letters

'Three muggles were found dead in Little Whinging, Surrey last night."

Harry read on.

"Three muggles were killed last night at a residence in Little Whinging, Surrey -- Rita Seeker reports. Reliable sources tell us that You-Know-Who, himself, was at the premises, when the family of three were attacked at eleven o'clock last night. The Dark Mark was sent up into the sky only minutes after You-Know-Who and his followers arrived. It is reported that the husband was killed instantly with the most powerful unforgivable curse. It is also reported that the wife, however, put up good fight for a muggle. Auror's found the last body, a seventeen-year-old boy, sprawled onto of the dining table with deep lacerations around his neck and arms."

After Harry had re-read the last article several times, Ron said "What is it?"

Harry passed the paper over to Ron, who read it with a shocked look on his face.

The occupants of the room were like statues, still and silent. The group of three could still not comprehend what they had just read. They did not fully understand what had just happened. Harry's only known family were dead.

I changed the end a while ago. I threw a Petunia twist in it and I got really annoyed when I was told that JKR said she would never be a witch. So I had to scrap 4 chapters and re-polt them all.

Do not fear though, I have planned up to eleven chapter so far, I amof thinkingdoing25-30 chapters.

I will post chapter six in a few days once I finish it. It may be longer because I have to get it edited.

Josh