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Chapter 1: Goodbye Dursleys!

Harry Potter woke up to the bright sunlight streaming through his window. It took him a whole minute to realise why he felt so miserable and exhausted. Even thinking about Dumbledore's death made Harry's blood boil. He sat down on the foot of his bed. Though he knew in his head that he was dead, he could not help thinking about him. There was so much that he hadn't asked him. His end was abrupt and unfair, thought Harry. He had become seventeen two days ago and Harry was glad that once and for all, he could leave the Dursleys. He was so immersed in his own thoughts, that he did not notice a barn owl coming in. When he finally did notice the owl, he pulled off the letter and opened it.

When he opened the parchment, he saw that it was blank. Was someone playing a joke? He turned the paper and saw five words written in a tiny handwriting. Use it like the map. What was going on? Was it referring to the Marauder's Map? Well, he thought, no harm in giving a try. He whipped out his wand, placed it on the paper, and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." Words appeared on the paper from the tip of his wand. He began reading.

Dear Harry,
One of the members of the Order and I are coming to the your house at 10 am tomorrow. Tell your aunt and uncle that you are to stay with us for the rest of the holidays. And remember to wipe the note clean and destroy it immediately.
Remus Lupin

Well, he would soon be back to where he belonged. He was going to see Ron and Hermione again. Harry's mood was slightly lifted. He wiped the parchment clean and threw it into his open trunk. The Dursleys would be extremely glad to get rid of me, thought Harry. He went downstairs to breakfast to give them the news.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were already seated. Just as Aunt Petunia passed Harry his grapefruit quarter, (they were still on Dudley's diet) he decided to tell Uncle Vernon.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry said tentatively. His uncle said nothing. Harry tried again. His uncle grunted in response. Harry wondered how best to phrase his question. Then he said, "Er – tomorrow a friend of mine will be coming to take me."

"If it's that mad old man with the long beard, you might as well stay here. "Uncle Vernon said bitterly.

"He - he's dead." Harry said quietly.

"Then who is it? If they're planning to-"

"Nothing will happen to your house." Harry said.

"I've been waiting for this day for sixteen long years, and finally, good riddance." Uncle Vernon said heartlessly. Aunt Petunia looked shocked at this retort but said nothing, though she continued to look at Harry. He, however, finished his breakfast and went to his room. He began throwing his possessions into his trunk. He would no longer be needing his books but still decided to have them. After that, he double-checked every nook and corner for anything he might have forgotten. The day quickly passed by.

The next day morning, when Harry got up, it was 7:30 am. He dressed quickly and went down. His aunt and uncle were at the breakfast table. He gulped down his breakfast and went upstairs. He did some last minute checking for anything he might have left behind. Hearing the doorbell ring, he went down, his heart pounding.

Harry went to the door and opened it. He saw Lupin along with a pretty red-haired witch who looked not older than Lupin himself. Both of them smiled at him and Harry grinned back, in spite of himself. He noticed that they were both in Muggles' clothes.

"Hello, Harry," they said.

"Hi!" said Harry brightly.

"Harry, this is my cousin, Amanda Rosenay. She will be accompanying you for the rest of your journey. So, where's your trunk?" said Lupin.

"Upstairs," said Harry.

"I'll get it." said Amanda as she went upstairs.

Harry's aunt and uncle were unusually quiet and didn't even protest when Amanda went up. Soon she arrived, Harry's trunk was floating in mid-air.

"Right. I've got to go." Lupin said to Harry. Turning to Amanda, he added in an undertone, "Report to the meeting as soon as you've finished."

"C'mon Harry, we'd better get a move on." said Amanda lightly as Lupin disapparated.

"Yeah, OK." he said to her. Turning back to the Dursleys, Harry said, "Well, bye." Uncle Vernon merely nodded and shut the door behind his back. He began to move his trunk. Meanwhile, Amanda had stuck out her right hand and Harry saw the Knight bus coming to a halt in front of them. Harry noticed with a pang that it was not Stan Shunpike but a new conductor. Before he could start to speak, Amanda said, "Two to Godric's Hollow, please."

He said, "Twelve sickles each."

"Right." Shoving some silver into his hands, she said, "Here's your silver."

When he showed them their seats, Harry felt he could not contain the suspense anymore.

He said, "Er-Mrs.Rosenay, can you tell-"

"Harry, I'd love to answer your questions but this is not the right place." she said.

Harry sank bank in his seat defeated.

Looking at his face, she added, smiling slightly, "Remus told me that you looked exactly like James. I didn't quite register that until now."

"You didn't know my parents, did you?" Harry asked, surprised, as the bus took another huge turn, throwing Harry and Amanda forwards.

"Oh yes, I did." she said and a faraway look came on her face. "I went to Hogwarts with your mum and dad." she said. Then peering through the windowpane she added, "Here we are." Harry glanced through the window and saw a beautiful little town with a signpost near it saying "Godric's Hollow". As Harry got down, His head was swirling with thoughts. What were they doing in Godric's Hollow? Did his parents live here? Had he, Harry, lived here as a baby? Harry scarcely noticed where he went.

They stopped in front of a huge mansion, which looked like a castle. Stepping close to the door, she whispered something, which was evidently a password, because the door sprang open.

"Come in." she said.

When Harry went in he saw a large hall, which reminded him of Hogwarts' Great Hall. The room was furnished with comfortable-looking cushions. The place had an uninhabited air about it, though it was sparkling clean. Portraits adorned the walls. There was a stairway to go upstairs and Harry couldn't just count the number of floors the building had. Unable to contain himself anymore, he asked, "What is this place?"

"I've got to hurry, Harry. The meeting must have begun already." she said. Then she called out, "Eliza! Eliza!" A pretty red-haired girl with emerald-green eyes, around Harry's own age came down the stairs. Amanda said, "Eliza, this is Harry Potter. Harry, my daughter Eliza." She smiled at him and Harry nodded. "Eliza, show Harry where he sleeps. I've got to go." she said and hurried inside. "Fine, Mum." she called out and turned to Harry. "Come and I'll show you your room." Harry nodded and followed.

"What's this place?" he asked.

"The new headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." she said, matter-of-factly.

"The new headquarters?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Yes."