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Voldemort's Daughter
Chapter 1: The Letter
Harry Potter sat anxiously in his room at number 4 Privet Drive. It was only 4 minutes until he turned 17 and could finally be free of his ugly, rude, and mean relatives for good.
He imagined what his life would be like without Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley. He wasn't sure exactly how he would feel, but he knew it would have to be better than how he had felt all summer.
There were only 2 minutes left now. Harry checked his trunks making sure he didn't forget anything, once he was out of that house, he didn't want to go back.
Only 20 seconds left. Harry started counting down the time. 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11,10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. YES! Harry grabbed his things and ran down the stairs. He yelled good-bye, not caring if he woke up his relatives, and ran out the door. At least he had something to be happy about. He would be much better off living on his own at number 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius' house.
Harry got on the bus and told the driver directions since he had not finished his training in apparating from place to place, and didn't feel like using Floo powder. On his way to Sirius' house he wondered if he was making a mistake not returning to Hogwarts for his seventh year of school. Dumbledore would not want him to leave before he finished his education. Still, Dumbledore did not want to die either.
Harry finally arrived at Sirius' house. This was it; he could finally live away from the Dursleys. Harry walked in the door. He let Hedwig out of her cage so she could fly around. Harry looked through the house; it seemed so empty. He set his trunks down and walked through the house. He soon he found himself in the kitchen where he lit a fire and sat in a chair gazing at the flames.
When the sun rose in the morning Hedwig returned with a letter. Harry, not expecting a letter from anyone, untied the letter from Hedwig's leg and gasped when he saw the writing on the front. It was the same neat slanted writing he had seen on so many of the letters he had received. Harry quickly untied the ribbon keeping the letter concealed and read it, his heart thumping wildly.
Dear Harry,
I know you have decided not to return to Hogwarts, but I would advise that you do return. You have much to learn before you are ready to face Voldemort. Also, I have arranged for someone new to come to Hogwarts and it is very important that you meet them. I cannot tell you what to do, but it would please me greatly if you do return to Hogwarts.
Albus Dumbledore
P.S Remember, I will only truly have left Hogwarts when none there are loyal to me.
Harry finished the letter and sat down again stunned. This could not be a letter from Dumbledore. Dumbledore was dead.
Harry tried to come up with a logical explanation but failed. 'Maybe Dumbledore had written this letter before he died. But, if he did write it earlier, why was it coming to him now? And how did Dumbledore know about Harry's decision not to return to Hogwarts? And who was this person Dumbledore was talking about?'
As all of these questions raced through his head, Harry realized that the only way to find out what was going on was to return to Hogwarts. He picked up a quill and started a letter
Dear Ron and Hermione,
Pack your trunks guys; we're going to Hogwarts!