Chapter 4- Turning 17
It was two minutes to 12, midnight. Harry Potter paced up and down his small room. He couldn't take any chances he had to be alert. In two minute it would all be over he would be a fully qualified wizard. As exciting as this prospect was it also meant he would no longer have his mother's protection. Old magic that Dumbledore had evoked would be finished; Harry would be in even more danger, if a person could be which Harry doubted. He had however promised Dumbledore to return one last time. Harry thoughts wondered on to the letters he had found. He couldn't think of anyone it could be it disturbed him a lot. He wondered if his father knew. He doubted it; he wouldn't want Ginny to be writing to someone who was clearly in love with her. Just thinking of Ginny made him feel sick he couldn't wait to see her. Even though he had ended it, and he had no intention of going back on that, he longed to see her. Just to make sure she was safe, she was in a lot of danger now. She did have her family to protect her and she was a very accomplished witch in her own right but this didn't make Harry feel any better. She was a high priority target.
Harry had little time to dwell on this it was midnight at last he had come of age. Harry knew that the Weasley's would not be coming until morning however with the protection gone he was staying up until their arrival. Take no chances CONSTANT VILLIGENCE! He laughed a little thinking of his old professor. He suspected Moody and several other order members would pick him up as well. Being the chosen one really was a pain in the ass sometimes.
A sudden thought brought Harry back to reality. The whole house was silent. Too silent, no snores from the Dursley's the clock in the entrance hall seemed to have stopped ticking. The wind which had been smashing into the house all day, making it shudder, had calmed. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end, ridged. Something wasn't right. The silence wasn't natural. Harry started to feel increasingly uneasy by the minute. There were two things he could do wait for whatever was going on to crash through his bedroom door or go and find out what was going on. Never one to wait around he decided he had to know. Being patient wasn't a characteristic that Harry possessed he couldn't wait around. Holding is wand tightly, so hard that his knuckles had turned white, he reached for the door.