Harry Potter

Forward Motion

Chapter One: The Letter

Disclaimer- I own nothing of JK Rowlings! Those are all the wonderful creations of her very mind!

Authors Note!

Alright, all I have to say is I revised the Letter! Happy reading!

BIG THANKS TO- Stoneage Woman, whom without my stories would be gibberish!

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Harry looked down at the blank parchment. He scratched his head making his unruly hair worse than before. A lamp on his desk spilled a pool of light on his face making it look ghostly and white under his think mass of black hair. His glasses were half way down his nose as he stared down at his parchment. AnHis green eyes were swimming with frustration. He sighed and again scratched his head worsening his hair.

His room was littered with rubbish and other possessions, several of his spell books were pilled on the floor next to his wizard robes. His trunk was sitting smack in the middle of his room. Inside several quills, and a stack of parchment where lying on the floor of the trunk. A book about dark wizard objects lay on top of his shorts and socks. A single page was marked, it was the only page Harry, Hermione and Ron could find on Horcruxes. Although Hermione had been very against it, the group had taken the book from the library.

Harry stood up abruptly, tired of staring down at the blank document. He stalked over to his trunk and threw his robes and spell books inside scattering them about his other possessions. Then he dug a quill from beneath the rubbish and strolled back to his desk. Then he let out a frustrated sigh and retreated to the trunk tearing out an almost empty inkbottle. He took his seat impatiently ignoring his magnificent snowy white owl as she clicked her beak irritably.

"Headwig, please I need to concentrate." Harry grumbled rubbing his right temple.

The bird ruffled her feathers defiantly. Then she clicked her beak one last time before turning her back to her owner. Harry shook his head smiling at his owl's low tolerance.

"Alright fine, but be back in at least half an hour. By that time I think I'll have some letters for you." Harry opened the latch on Headwig's cage; the owl mounted his arm and pecked affectionately at his ear. He carried her to the window then unlatched the frame and watched her swore through the sky. Then he slowly dragged himself back to his desk. However, as soon as he reached his seat there was a clicking sound coming from his window.

"Headwig? What are you doing back so soon?" Harry laughed at his owl but stopped when he saw the urgency in her great amber eyes.

He rushed to her and found a note tied to her left leg. He cast a questioning look at his owl but Headwig only pecked at his hand motioning for him to open it. Slowly he untied the gold ribbon that held the parchment in a tight cylinder shape. His eyes widened as he looked down at the letter. He realized he had seen this hand writing many times, especially in his sixth year at Hogwarts. It was his Headmasters handwriting, Dumbledore. He turned his head to look at Headwig but she had already taken off into the night once more. He turned back to the letter and began to read the fine writing of his perished Headmaster.

Dear Harry,

I come to you with a message, one you must hear. For only with this information, may you complete the journey you bare. From that fateful day, when Voldemort took your parents away. And left you with nothing, but a scar to your dismay. Throughout your life you've carried the burdian, never failing always returning to the quest to began.

You heard the prophesy, the words whispering in your mind. You know you must defeat Lord Voldemort for neither can live while the while the other survives. You must take on your journey the ones you truly trust, but surprised my occur secrets my combust.

New friends you will meet, and they will help you defeat, the one who lives to destroy. Trust you must make, chances you will take. To complete the journey you've began, you must take fate into your hands.

Betrayed you believed that two men did commit. You thought them to be nothing but lying little twits. But now you must hear, and you must believe. They are a help to you, they are a gift you've received. Potions to Defence, you hated him. Although now I ask you to simply believe in him. And the one who you went to school with, he is no kind of man you may fool with. He was blinded by the Dark Lords ways, and now his family pays the price. Voldemort took them as sacrifice. But the blonde boy survives, and help to you he will be. Put faith in him, as you did in me.

Changing shape or changing form, nothing can stop him, he will preform. This is his sacrifice to you, accept it and forgive him too. Lives will be shattered, though repairs will be made. Have faith in those who wish to help you, be brave.

Under The Gum Drops Secrets Lie, For Neither Can Live While The Other Survives.
In Time You Will Discover, And All The Secrets, You Will Uncover.

I am, yours most sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry reread the letter three more times. His chest rose with excitement each time he read it. Dumbledore was alive he had to be, how else could he write this letter to Harry. Unless, Harry's chest fell as he though about the situation. Dumbledore was dead, Harry had been there and witnessed the murder. If anything this was an imposter's note, but who would go to all this work?

Harry jumped as his owl reappeared at his side. He smiled his owl always had a second sense for when he needed her. Right now, he defiantly needed her; he pulled out another bit of blank parchment and began to scribble like mad on it.

Ron,

I know I will be seeing you later tonight but this cannot wait. I've just now received a letter from Dumbledore. Yes, I know you're probably thinking I'm mad but I swear it's real. Headwig brought it in after only ten seconds of being out. I don't know how he did it but I know it was him. Please believe me. I'll see you at Padfoot's place.

Harry

Then he pulled the old parchment he'd been staring at out and began to write another to Hermione. He rephrased it slightly but basically put in the same information.

Hermione,

I know you'll never believe this but I've just received a letter from Dumbledore. I know you're thinking I've finally lost my mind but just hear me out when I see you. Until then I guess I'll just have to wait.

P.S. Tell Ginny I say hi.

Harry

Yes, things were defiantly going to heat up between Hermione and Ron this year. He sighed thinking of how it would affect there friendship. They were going steady now, would that mean he'd be pushed out of the picture? In addition, if they broke up would that mean another cold shoulder treatment; Harry didn't know if he could survive another.

"Take these to Number 12, and when you get there stay there, I'll be sending my things before I leave and I doubt you'd like aperating with me."

The owl's eyes grew at the mentioning of the wizards way of travel. She'd once apperated with him when Hogwarts was over and he had to get home. After she'd arrived at the house she had fallen on the floor twitching.

Moreover, with a lightning fast take off Hedwig was out the window and soaring to Number 12. Her wings glowed white as a ghost as she flew under the light of the moon. After she was out of sight, Harry picked up the letter from Dumbledore again. He shook his head to tired to deal with its complications, and a headache in his left temple began to throb. He gently rubbed it willing it to go away. Then slowly he got up and began to pack the rest of his things loosely into his trunk. He laid the letter from Dumbledore carefully on top of all the other things. He set Hedwig's cage next to his trunk.

"Incarcerous," Harry pointed his wand in the direction of his trunk and cage. Thick ropes strung themselves around the objects. He sighed and slumped to the ground next to his trunk staring out his window.

"Potter," Harry turned around to see his large cousin Dudley in the mouth of his doorway. "There's some old woman here to see you."

Harry nodded and smiled to himself. He'd know the Order wouldn't let him leave by himself even if he could apperate. By the sounds of it, old women meant Tonks.

Harry followed his cousin down the steps and into the entryway where a crippled old woman was standing.

"Wotcher Harry," Tonks smiled nodding to him. "All packed and everything?"

"Yea I've got all my things upstairs, want me to go get them?"

Tonks raised her eyebrows, "Nothing a Little Old Lady couldn't handle." In addition, with that she bolted up the stairs singing a refrain of 'When The Saints Come Marching In"

"Who's that atrocious woman?" Uncle Vernon snarled as Tonks continued to sing.

"Oh how I want to be in that number oh when the saints go marching in…"

"Just an Old Friend," Harry smiled

"No doubt she's a wizard then, despicable." Uncle Vernon snarled.

Harry sighed not bothering to correct his uncle's mistake. "So I guess this is it then," Harry said.

"What do you mean by that?" His Uncle asked looking out the window to the neighbor's yard.

"Well I guess it mean I won't be seeing you again." Harry stated not knowing what he expected his Uncle to say.

"Ah yes, music to my ears. I'd say it's been fun but it really hasn't" Uncle Vernon hissed.

Dudley entered the room, "It's been fun, arse. I can't say I'll miss you much."

"Right back at you, Big D." Harry replied not waiting for him to respond he shouted up the stairs for Tonks.

"Give me a break how fast do you think a preg…. a woman can move." Tonks looked uneasy as she hopped down the steps. "Ready Harry? We've got to get out of here before 10:00 or we've got a pretty high chance of being attacked."

It hadn't occurred to Harry that Death Eaters would come to his Aunt and Uncle's house but the more he thought about it the more realistic it sounded. "I'm ready when you're ready," he looked over his shoulder at his aunt and uncle.

"Where are you going?" His Aunt questioned, though without a hint that she really cared.

"I'm staying with Tonks and a few other people at my Godfathers old place." Harry didn't care to mention that it used to be his Godfather's house till he passed away leaving it to Harry who gave it to the Order of the Phionex. However, he figured that would leave for to much discussion and he desperately wanted to be free of the prison that had held him for so many years now.

"Harry we have five minutes and I'd prefer to leave a little early." Tonks looked about the room as if expecting to be attacked any second.

"Bye then, if I'm ever in the neighborhood I'll drop by."

"Don't waste our time," His uncle replied bitterly.

Tonks grimaced at his cutting tone.

Harry nodded. He'd never expected his aunt or uncle or his cousin, for that matter, to care when he left. They were as happy to discard him as he was to see the last of them.. Tonks nodded at Harry, it was time to go. He looked back at the people who had sheltered him as long as he could remember thinking it would be much more touching if his mother and his aunt had been on better terms.

"Don't get yourself killed, Potter." Dudley nodded as Harry stepped forward and turned disappearing with a loud CRACK!

"Keep in touch," Tonks whispered as she to disappeared with a loud CRACK holding tight to Harry's belongings.

The Dursleys sighed of one accord. The wizard was gone and not coming back. The neighbors would no longer be staring into there yard or peeking over there fences. No more of Dudley being locked in a snake's cage or a car flying up to Harry's second floor window to sweep him away in the middle of the night. There would be no more Aunts being blow up like balloons or other wizards appearing in the fireplaces. Moreover, certainly no more Dementor attacks, and not another crazy old wizard would appear in the middle of the night to talk to them about Harry. No this all ended the second Harry left there doorstep; at least that's what they thought.

The Dursleys all began there late night schedule. Dudley placed himself in front of the wide screen TV in the living room while his father sat in his lounge chair, picked up a car magazine, and began to page through it. Aunt Petunia geared up in yellow rubber gloves a hair net, an apron and a pair of red rain boots to begin her nightly kitchen duty. Then when they were all settled, the ten o'clock sirens went off. Nevertheless, the Dursleys didn't hear them tonight instead they heard a sharp CRACK followed by five more, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! The family all jumped. Surely Harry wouldn't return and not with others. Slowly Uncle Vernon got up out of his chair and crept to the walkthrough, standing on the threshold were six witches and wizards. Uncle Vernon gasped as his wife came from the kitchen into the walkthrough.

"Petunia, STOP!" He shouted holding out his arms and waving them wildly around in circles. She stopped and screamed as she looked upon the six standing in front of her. One of them flew forward, grabbed Petunia's hair, and held his wand to her neck.

His features glowing and his mouth twisted into a greedy smile revealing his teeth that seemed to be tarnished with blood. His eyes flickered as he looked around the room.

"Where's the boy?"

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