You know the drill I don't own Harry Potter etc etc…..blar blar blar. Well this is my first fanfic let me know what you think even if you think it's a load of rubbish all comments welcome so enjoy!

Chapter 1 Back Again

If you looked down the tiny street that was Privet Drive you wouldn't think that there was anything unusual about it. That's the way the Dursleys liked it anything that may have been seen as "abnormal" to them was avoided like the plague. Unfortunately for them they had a wizard living under their roof. Granted it was an underage wizard but 3more days would sort that out. Going back to the Dursleys hadn't been nearly has hard as Harry thought it would be. He imaged they would be as harsh as could be, making him do all sorts of disgusting housework, as he was leaving so soon. He marvelled at how cruel they could be to him. When he thought they could be no worst they all ways ceased to amaze. However on this occasion, maybe because they could sense Harry would have no tolerance, they remained almost civil. The death of Harry mentor, his father figure, Albus Dumbledore had hit him hard. When Sirius died, as much as the pain was great he had only known he existed for 2years, Dumbledore on the other hand had always protected Harry since he was born. Without him Harry felt truly alone, without protection. He knew he would take his time at the Dursleys to morn Dumbledore after that he would do his best to forget his grief. Dumbledore would want it that way. Harry had argued long and hard with Ron and Hermione to let him go to the Dursleys alone. As much as he wanted them there he knew that things would go a lot smoother if he was alone.

"Boy get down here now" a voice bellowed through the house. Harry knew that to be his Uncle Vernon. Harry proceeded to walk down the stairs wondering what could have made his uncle speak to him when these days he tried to pretend Harry didn't exist.

"What in the blazes so you mean by this boy owls through my window. I will not have your abnormality for all to see under this roof." Uncle Vernon shouted as a majestic owl was zooming around the kitchen.

Harry tried to stay calm but could feel anger boiling to the surface. "If you told me who the letter was from" Harry indicated to the letter Uncle Vernon was holding in his fat fist. "I could tell you why they sent it."

"Don't you get smart with me boy" said Uncle Vernon his face getter redder with each word, "Its from that podgy looking women that we always see at the station picking up her brats. Says she wants to come over to discuss your future. Like a good for nothing hooligan like u has one I don't know" uncle Vernon shouted trailing off at the end.

"She probably wants to tell you about the death mission I'm going on as soon as I turn 17" shouted Harry losing his temper.

For the first time in the whole conversation Aunt Petunia spoke up from the chair she was sitting at in the corner of the room. "Your going after him aren't you the one that killed your parents" There was an air of worry in her voice that calmed Harry immediately. He had never heard his aunt show the slightest bit of worry about him. Maybe after all she did care have some sort of knowledge of the world he lived in. Harry quickly drove this thought from his mind. She had never give a damn why would she start now.

"Yes I am" Harry said lowering his voice a little forgetting any anger he had had a few seconds ago.

"Tell the women to pick you up on your birthday we can make a few moments to see her" whispered Aunt Petunia.

"What do you mean tell her to pick him up" bellowed Uncle Vernon. "I will not have this house full of weirdo's do you here me."

It seemed that Vernon however had no say in the matter and was quickly silenced by a look from his wife. As Harry walked out the room he had an uneasy feeling. Had he just sensed a little bit of concern for him. Not in this house he told himself and decided to go back up the stairs to tell Mrs Weasley everything was ok for them to pick him up in a few days.

Harry woke the next morning feeling terrible as he had for the past month. Dreams of Dumbledore, Sirius, Cedric and his parents filled his sleep every night and he would for the first time ever been glad to see Madame Pomfrey if just to get a potion for dreamless sleep. He supposed he could in three days brew his own but without the Half blood Princes textbook he doubted he could do it. A pain shot through his chest as his anger for Snape surfaced. Just to think that he had liked the half blood prince, found comfort in reading his book, all he had learned from him. As much as he tried he could help but have a certain amount of respect for his old professor and he hated himself for it. Snape was a murderous traitor and that's how Harry wanted to remember him.

Harry decided that he would stay in bed forever and not bother getting up but as this thought raced through his mind there was a knock at his door.

"Would you mind if I came in Harry………. for a second" His Aunts voice rang shrilly through the door. Well if he had to speak to her he might as well get it over with.

"Yes Aunt Petunia what can I do for you" Harry replied as the door slowly opened. Harry didn't know what he had expected but it certainly wasn't this. Petunia Dursleys stood in Harry's door way with a box in her hand looking upset. Yes upset Harry had never seen her wear this expression in front of him before and it was unnerving to say the least. "Is there something wrong"

"Well I think I had better tell you something before you leave Harry" Aunt Petunia said without looking him in the eye as she settled on the end of his bed. She took a moment to regain herself before she began.