Chapter 1: Seventeen
The connection had been restored, for what reason he didn't know. The dreams, Voldemort was back in the dreams. Hatred spread through him from his heart through his veins, as Voldemort cold voice rang through the room and bounced off the walls creating and eerie echo.
"I am correct to assume that the plan will unfold smoothly?"
Another voice he knew only to well, it belonged to a former Hogwarts student an enemy as slippery as the crest this former house bore, a serpent.
"Yes master, Snape will be assisting me"
Draco Malfoy's usually boasting voice was timid when he spoke to his master. More hatred pulsed through his veins at the thought of another plan carried out by Snape and Malfoy; the last one had left Dumbledore, the kind a genius headmaster, dead.
"Very well Draco, however this time I would like the plan to be carried out by you alone. Prove to me and the others why you deserve to be called a Death Eater."
"Yes Master"
"You may go Draco"
Slowly Malfoy backed out of the dark room.
Harry Potter awoke with a jolt drenched in a cold sweat. His scar ached slightly as he turned to look at the alarm clock on his side table. It was 2:30 am; he was officially 17, now of age in the wizarding world. This calmed him a bit and small amounts of joy hit him. He raised himself quietly out of bed, opened his school trunk, having decided upon urges of Ron, Hermione and Mrs.Weasley, and not having any clue to where the horcruxes were, packed his trunk to return to school for his last year. He picked up his wand and flicked it at the window, which opened on its own. It felt good, never having to worry about, if attacked not being "allowed" to defend himself. Like what had happened in the summer of his fourth year, with those dementors. Suddenly Hedwig swooped in and landed on Harry's strewn about bed spread. She had two parcels with letters tied to her leg. He gently untied them and saw Ron's handwriting on one and Hermione's on the other. He opened Ron's letter first.
Harry;
Happy Birthday! I got you something when we were in
Diagon Alley visiting Fred and George at their shop a
Week ago, hope its okay. Mum wants to know if you
want to come stay for the rest of the summer, at The
Burrow. Since headquarters for the order, is being
moved, since Snape knows, where it is now. Send an
owl back ASAP then we'll talk about how we'll get you here.
-Ron
He opened the little parcel to find some Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and two boxes of Fred and George's Skiving Snack Boxes. He chuckled to himself, he remembered when those were still in the "testing" phase and mostly Fred and George tested on themselves, or first years they paid a galleon too, with interesting results, and one angry Hermione. He then opened Hermione's letter as Hedwig flew over to her cage to get herself some water.
Harry:
Happy Birthday! Now you are of age! You never have
to worry about illegal spell casting again. I hope you
enjoy your present, I have the same one, I found it very
useful. I hope to see you at Ron's, I leave tomorrow.
Love Hermione
Harry opened the parcel and rolled his eyes, it was a small handbook, the title read: THE RESPONSIBILITIES YOU HAVE: Now that you are of age. He placed it in the bottom of his trunk. Now he needed more sleep. He'd send an owl off to Ron in the morning. He flicked his wand again and the open window closed itself.