This story is basically the sixth book. I once wrote the sixth book (if you check my profile) but that died. I haven't written in awhile. In my opinion, JKR's sixth book sucked. So it's my turn to write.

Note: This DOES include homosexuality. Deal with it.

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Chapter One: The Kiss.

It was only the first few weeks into summer 'vacation,' and already Harry hated it. The Dursleys were getting accustomed to not bothering him, which Harry could tell, was getting to them. Vernon would open his mouth to say something nasty, look directly at his hated nephew, then look away, remembering a very unpleasant face.

That unpleasant face was not all that bad, at least, not in Harry's opinion. Mad Eye Moony was a bit mad, but his heart was in the right place. Probably what frightened his uncle the most was the torn up appearance of the man and the fact that he was a wizard.

Yes, Harry was also a wizard, much to his relatives' disapproval, not that he could say that he honestly cared. The Dursleys were crude and unpleasant to begin with, but add in a hated nephew and they were only worse. They hated Harry mostly because of his wizard origin, but if anyone asked, they would come up with other reasons, true or not. No one in the muggle world knew of his powers except the Dursleys, who kept it a dark secret.

Luckily, Harry (Potter that is, his mother was a muggle born and his father was a pureblood) stayed at 4 Privet Drive for only a period of two months during vacation, usually less, when the Weasleys invited him over.

Ron Weasley was Harry's best friend. They met on the very first day of their very through year and did everything together. Mrs. Weasley began to treat Harry like another son and Hermione Granger, Harry's other best friend, as another daughter. Harry looked up to Mrs. Weasley like a second mother, since he really didn't have a first.

Well, that wasn't true. His parents died when he was only a year old, murdered, actually. They were killed by Voldemort, the most villainous wizard of all time. Voldemort and the death eaters, his followers, had killed many people in his time, but only one did Harry know very well. Sirius Black, his godfather, was murdered only the year before by a death eater and his cousin: Bellatrix Lestrange. Still distraught, Harry continually had nightmares over the event. He had seen a boy die the previous year before that. Who was going to die this year?

Pushing the sad feelings away, Harry attempted to focus on all the good times they had together, as Hermione instructed in a letter previously. Hermione was a very smart girl, top of their year. And with her intelligence came maturity, and more often then not she was acting like Harry's and Ron's mother. She meant well, although it could get annoying when she came up to them, telling them to do their homework.

He loved his friends, dearly. As the years got on, he became closer to some of the other ones. Ginny, Ron's only sister, used to have a crush on him. But after giving up on him, she moved her romances on, but strengthened their friendship. She helped the trio in their time of need the previous year when Harry was desperate to save his godfather. Somehow, Neville Longbottom, a nervous and clumsy Gryffindor, and Luna Lovegood, a dazed, innocent Ravenclaw got involved in the mess as well. They were not close or anything, but it was nice to have someone else to talk to or ask for help.

And then there was-OW.

Of all the stupidest things Harry ever did, this had to top them all. He stepped onto hoe that lay on the ground and the long handle went sailing up into his face. His glasses flew off, but luckily didn't break, although they got a little dirty from the ground. The damage was minimal, although there was a throbbing pain above the bridge of his nose. Plus, there was an annoying screeching in his ear. Oh wait, that was Petunia Dursley, his aunt.

"Put the hoe away and get in here, boy. Your uncle wants to speak with you. And wipe your feet on the mat!" Harry blinked with a moment of daze. "Well? Hurry up!" Petunia snapped, before disappearing from the doorway.

Petunia was his mother's sister. His mother was a witch in a muggle family, and Petunia herself had no magical powers, as far as anyone knew. She did, however, know Albus Dumbledore, his headmaster, but there seemed to be no connecting relationship between the two. The woman had a long neck, a pointy nose, and sharp eyes. When Harry was younger, he thought she was part bird and wondered why she didn't fly. But that was when he was younger.

Picking up his glasses and the hoe, Harry opened the tool shed not far off. It was built over the year when Harry wasn't there, and only after a few months it was filled. However, the tool shed had very few tools and was used almost as a closet for Dudley. There was the bicycle that Dudley never rode, the books that Dudley never read, and the telly he never watched. Dudley Dursley was the Dursleys' son, a fat, spoiled brat. His parents thought he was an angel but never saw the gang that followed Dudley around and made excuses for his poor grades.

Harry locked the door to the shed and headed back towards the house, rubbing his feet on the mat as he did, or else he would have gotten in trouble. Petunia and Dudley were no where to be seen, but he heard rumbling in the living room. Vernon was stomping around angrily.

Vernon was Harry's uncle, who looked like Dudley, except bigger, fatter, and he had a large mustache. He had little neck and his face was always red, with veins bulging whenever he got angry. Right now, it looked like he was going to have a stroke.

"What does THIS mean?" Vernon bellowed when he spotted Harry. In his hand he clutched a piece of parchment – a letter. He handed it to Harry and instructed that he read it.

Harry -

Harry, this is MEM, I'm using codes in case this gets into the wrong hands.

Under your current location and circumstances, you probably do not have access to the wizard news. Ms. Hestia Jones and Ms. Emmeline Vance were found murdered this morning. Ms. Jones was in her bed at the time of death, killed in her sleep. Ms. Vance was working on a new type of portkey in her laboratory. We feel that you and the entirety of the you-know-what are in danger.

We, that is I, NT, RL, SS, and several others will be coming to take you to you-know-where at the time your school normally has dinner tonight. Do not pack your bags, but hold onto your wand at that something that your father gave you.

MEM, OotP

Well, needless to say, it was a little hard reading it and he stumbled over all the initials MEM probably meant Mad Eye Moody, seeing as he was very paranoid. But was this about the time? Harry glanced at the clock; it was two minutes until five, dinner time.

"Well, boy? What does it say? What does that mean, you-know-where?"

"It means," Harry grumbled, folding the letter, "That the Order is going to come and pick me up now."

"And what if I don't let you go with them?" Vernon smirked, attempting to have power over the situation.

"Then you will have to answer to me," Muttered a gravely voice. Harry looked up and Vernon turned around, who froze. There were seven witches and wizards there, all dressed in calm, dark colored robes. Well, except for Tonks who was wearing a canary yellow dress and had matching hair in a bun. Alastor Moody stepped up to Vernon's face, "I said we are taking the boy. Want to argue with me?"

Vernon made some sort of squeaking 'no' and stayed as still as a statue. "You three, go up and collect Harry's things. Bring down his wand and cloak separately." Two of the wizards from the Advance Guard looked familiar, although he couldn't place his name on them, and then there was one short, chipper witch.

"Okay, boss. But how are we s'possed to find an invisibility cloak if it's invisible? Doesn't that kinda defeat the purpose if it can be-"

"GO!"

The witch blinked and hurried off, following the others. Severus Snape, Harry's least favorite professor, and Remus Lupin, a werewolf and an ex-professor entered the room. Remus shook Harry's hand, but Snape gave no acknowledgement to Harry's existence. Instead, he passed his student and walked around, eyeing the cabinets.

"We had to destroy the portkey and we'll have to find a new one." He lifted up a toaster and inspected it curiously, "This will do. Lupin, charm it for me, will you?"

Remus nodded and took out his wand, setting the toaster on the counter and began muttering small incantations.

"Don't worry, Harry. The Weasleys and Hermione are at the Grimmauld, waiting for you. The burrow was destroyed in an attack of death eaters so they're staying there until the government rebuilds their house. Don't worry, they're okay. Couldn't send an any letters to you 'cause they lost their owl until today. Hermione's there because she's a muggle born and one of your friends. We just want to keep you guys safe." Tonks smiled at him weakly, her skin now morphing into an agreeable shade for her dress. She leaned over and whispered, "Stay clear of Sev, he isn't in all that good of a mood."

"When is he ever?" Harry said, glancing at the man. Severus had his eye on the living room, where Remus had headed and was pacing a little bit. It was clear that he didn't want to be there, although Harry supposed that he had to. When Remus came back with the toaster, he set it on the counter and began talking to Severus with a solemn expression.

The three others reappeared with the two men carrying Harry's stuff. Harry offered a helpful hand, but the two shook their heads in a 'no.' the short witch, which was probably only inches taller than Professor Flitwick, handed him his cloak and wand.

"If you have to use your wand, we'll vouch for you. I'm sure you won't get into a fickle. And let me tell you, those invisibility cloaks are sure hard to find, 'specially when you can't see well in the first-"

"Dursley, leave." Alastor ordered to Vernon, who had been standing silently in the corner. Alastor fished his eye out of a glass of water as he said this, and seemingly popped it back in as if to make a point.

Vernon waddled out quickly and they could hear him clogging up the stairs, probably to where his wife and son were.

Remus looked at his watch. "All right, everyone. We need to stay together. Get ready. . Three . . . two . . . one."

Harry was sent into orbit, twirling around as they flew by the portkey. All of a sudden they stopped and he and the short witch fell down hard. When he got up, he realized that they were no where near the house.

"We have to lose any possible trails the death eaters might have on us, so we're going through different keys," Moody explained. Not far off was another portkey, which happened to be a pair of old gym socks. They repeated the traveling process three more times until they ended up a dark graveyard. There, was a very old looking gravestone covered in moss. "Everyone, quickly!" Moody barked.

This portkey was the worst of them all. Unlike entering the Grimmauld through the fireplace like they did last time, they went through some kind of doorway. Harry pulled his head up to see what was going on as they traveled through space and they came to a door, which opened and catapulted them in.

It turns out that it was the door to the house. All of them, including Severus and Moody were thrown to the floor. As Harry got up and put his glasses back on, he noticed Severus helping Remus up from the floor and that his hand lingered on Remus' arm for a second or two. But his attention quickly went elsewhere as two screaming girls came hurling themselves at him.

"Harry! We missed you! Are you okay? Are you alright? Ron, Harry's here!" The girls shouted and pulled him off the floor.

"Hey mate, how's it going?" Ron said, clapping a hand on his back.

"I'm okay, but-"

"Harry, I'm sorry, but this is important. Can we have a word before you go talk to your friends? I promise you'll see them soon," Tonks said, putting a hand on his shoulder and directed him away from his friends and into the kitchen.

Seated around the table was nine people, plus two chairs: One for Tonks and one for Harry. The Advance Guard was there, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Their expressions were all unreadable, but there was definitely no sign of happiness on any of them. The murders had definitely put a toll on all of them and seemingly aged them by ten years.

"Harry . . . over this past month, a lot has happened," Mrs. Weasley began, "A war has started . . . between the death eaters and the aurors and Order."

"There are fifty-seven deaths so far and thirty-eight casualties. The Ministry is having a field day," Mr. Weasley added. "All the schools are taking precautions now and a lot of magic is being added. You'll be getting your school letter soon and I'm sure it's going to be a lot different. There is a lot going on and we are actually having a draft. Don't worry, no one in school is going to be drafted, although I might," he said with a worried expression.

"Harry, my name's Courtney Sherbet," The short witch said as her introduction, "But that's not the point. The thing is, we don't know what Voldemort is up to, even with Severus' help," She motioned to the man who glowered at her, "We don't know where he is, which makes it even worse. Severus?"

The man sighed, wishing not to have to address Harry, "As far as anyone knows, Voldemort is gone. Not dead, but disappeared. I have gotten hold of Bellatrix and even she does not know where he is, or so she says. We do know he is alive and well, however. He is getting control on the trolls in the mountains and working with dementors. The place is pure chaos."

"Yes, but aren't you getting a new Defense against the Dark Arts professor," Mrs. Weasley inquired. "Isn't she starting up a dueling club?" Harry inwardly hoped it wasn't an Umbridge clone.

"Indeed, but I don't believe the students will be up to their standards since they learned nothing last year. If I-"

"Harry, listen. We also have something else to tell you. It's about Sirius-"

"No, Tonks, not right now. I'm sure the others will want to hear about it. Together." Remus said, softly. "Later."

"Wait, what about Sirius?" Harry said, speaking for the first time in several minutes.

"Later," Remus said firmly. Severus looked like he was sucking on a lemon. "Harry, I don't think you understand the seriousness of this war. Even I didn't, for awhile. No one knows who to trust anymore; nobody. But . . . I think that's enough for now. I'm sure your friends will want to talk to you."

Harry nodded and rose, then opened the door to leave the kitchen. There was suddenly a pile of redheads at his feet, Ginny on top of Ron with Hermione 'tsking' behind them. "We didn't hear anything!" Ron said immediately.

"He's right, we couldn't. We tried." Ginny said, nodding, "It's just not the same without Gred and Forge around. Come on Harry, let's go."

"The twins have just opened a joke shop, it's down in Hogsmeade. They are making a lot of money and they're doing really well." Ron said, coming up along side Harry. "Mom was mad at first, but now she's proud of them."

"So, Harry, how were the Dursleys?" Hermione asked, her arm locked with Ginny. Hermione, although best friends with the boys, still had a feminine side to her. She and Ginny became the best of girlfriends (Not homosexual girlfriends) and Hermione acted like an older sister to her.

"Stupid. As usual. My uncle nearly had a stroke when Moody walked in. But other than that, it's okay. Did you guys know about the war?"

"Yes, we did. We're sorry we couldn't write to you, they wouldn't let us. Moody said we'd get tracked and this was the only time he'd send a letter. We're really sorry, Harry. Oh. . but you're not going to believe this," Hermione said, her eyes widened, "Someone ordered the dementors to give Lucius Malfoy the kiss!"