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KCB-Umm, "Cliffie"?

Emm-Duh, cliffhanger?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Where have you been the past however many months it's been since I discovered the wonderful world of cliffies???

KCB-Anyway…back to thestory. I HATE THIS COMPUTER!!!! I CAN'T TYPE ON THIS COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Disclaimer: We don't own these characters. We are writing FANfiction, so therefore we are FANs. If we were J.K. Rowling, we would be rich and Sirius would not have died! Sirius!!!! NO!!!!!!!

Chapter 3

Death Eaters

It was now, when he was staring into the masked faces of the Death Eaters, that he realized two things. One, he was supposed to stay in his Aunt and Uncle's house so the Death Eaters couldn't harm him. Two, he couldn't use his wand, because he was still underage. Now that he was probably a good mile from his house, if you could call it that, what would he do? He could try using magic, but he would probably be expelled for it. He weighed his options: Be expelled or be killed and let the entire world down, since the Prophecy had stated that he was the only one who could kill Lord Voldemort. He thought it would probably be better to be expelled, so he took out his wand and shouted the first spell that came to his mind-Tarantallegra. His spell hit one of the Death Eaters and his legs started moving uncontrollably. Harry took this chance to run. But run where? The Dursleys wouldn't help, that was for sure. His mind jumped to Mrs. Figg. She was an old neighbor who usually watched Harry when the Dursleys were away, but Harry had learned last year that she was a Squib, someone borne of magic parents but couldn't use magic. Did she know that he had left? Maybe she had a fireplace and they could Floo somewhere. Floo powder was by far his favorite method of traveling, but it was better than staying and letting himself get killed or captured by the Death Eaters.

He made up his mind and ran in the direction of Mrs. Figg's house, shooting spells over his shoulder now and then. From a few grunts he could tell he had hit some of them, but there were still at least 20, and all of them were constantly firing spells at him. It didn't look like they were trying to kill him, but they were still either trying to stun him or knock him to the ground. They were gaining, with their spells getting closer, and he was still pretty far away from Mrs. Figg's. Harry turned down an alley to avoid their spells, but that was a mistake. It was a dead-end. Harry waited, his wand ready, when he realized that the Death Eaters weren't coming. Had they not seen him duck in here? Then he saw a shadow walking towards him. He was ready and waiting to stun him. But as he was about to fire the spell, the figure stepped out.

"Wait Harry!! It's me!" it cried.

"Professor Lupin!"

"You know Harry, I haven't been your teacher for a while," he told Harry. "You don't need to keep calling me professor."

"It's a force of habit, sorry," Harry replied.

"We're just glad to find you alive, Harry. You gave us quite a scare," a new voice responded. It was Mr. Weasley, Ron's father.

"Yes, what were you doing out of the house?" Remus asked.

"Uncle Vernon made me mad because he locked up all of my school stuff in the cupboard again," Harry answered.

"Why?" Lupin and Mr. Weasley asked at the same time.

"Errol flew into his face." At this Mr. Weasley's ears turned red.

"Well," Moony started, trying to change the subject, "I guess that doesn't really matter. Come on, let's get back to the Durselys."

"No!!" Harry protested.

"Harry, they are your family," Mr. Weasley reminded him.

"And besides, all of your school stuff is still there." Lupin winked at Harry, who immediately understood what he meant.

"You mean I get to leave?" he asked hopefully.

"Yep," Tonks, who had just apparated and was still sporting pink hair, answered. So while the other Order members went to collect any fallen Death Eaters, Lupin, Tonks, Mr. Weasley, and Harry left for the Durselys.

"Who are you and what do you want?!" Petunia shrieked as she opened the door.

"Please, Mrs. Dursley, we only want to get Harry's things, then he'll come live with us for the rest of the summer," Remus told her.

"Oh, well, in that case, come right in. Harry's things are right in that cupboard."

"Thank you Mrs. Dursley."

"Harry, do you have anything you want to take from your room?" Mr. Weasley asked. Harry's mind jumped to the compartment underneath his bed.

"Yeah I do, I'll go get that now," he replied. By the time he came back downstairs with the remaining contents of his room, Lupin and Mr. Weasley had unlocked the cupboard and packed his trunk.

"Just give that stuff to me Harry," Lupin remarked. "I'll put it in your trunk." It only took a few seconds, since, Harry suspected, Mr. Weasley had magically expanded Harry's trunk to fit everything, and then the three of them were flooing back to Grimmauld Place, the closest thing Harry had to a real home.