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.~:Chapter Two - Secrets Reveled:~.

   Harry was just finishing his Transfiguration essay when he heard his Uncle Vernon. "Get down here this minute, boy, and make Breakfast! Dudley's starving!" Harry silently laughed to himself. Dudley had enough fat on him to last him for a year.

   Harry sighed and put his essay away in his trunk before heading downstairs. When he entered the kitchen, the Dursleys' didn't even raise their heads. They completely ignored him. Harry didn't mind. He preferred it when they ignored him.

   Harry walked over to the stove and started to cook up breakfast. He was acutely glad that Dudley was no longer on his diet. He lost only two pounds from when he started it last summer to the beginning of this summer. So Aunt Petuina decided to stop it since it wasn't doing anything.

   The Dursleys' were all sitting at the table watching the news when Harry came over carrying their breakfast. He had just set it on the table when a special report came on.

   "...More attacks have been counted as the death toll is slowly starting to rise. Every victim seems to be in a state of pure horror. As to who's behind these awful attacks no one is sure. We will have more on this news-breaking story as it comes in. In other news today..."

   Harry stood still staring at the screen. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? Or was he just imagining it. It was a good thing he had placed the plates on the table or other wise he would have dropped them.

   "How horrible. I hope the people behind this are caught before they start coming our way." Aunt Petuina said, as she started to dish out the food. Harry just sat down and ate his breakfast quietly.

   "Don't worry, Petuina. The police will handle it." Uncle Vernon said, taking a sip of his coffee.

   Harry suppressed a laugh. The police couldn't do anything to stop Voldemort. Only Dumbledore and the rest of the Wizarding world could do anything about it. But unfortunately, Fudge was being a stupid idiot and decided not to listen to a word he or Dumbledore said about Voldemort being back.

   Harry finished his breakfast and was about to start cleaning up when Uncle Vernon stopped him. "You listen to me, boy. We're having very important guests coming over later this afternoon and after what happened a few years ago with the Mason, I don't want you anywhere near here. After your chores are done I want you to clear off for a couple of hours and if I hear anything about your abnormality from the neighbors, you'll get it. Do I make myself clear?" Uncle Vernon eyed him evilly.

   Harry looked at his Uncle. "Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry felt relived. He could finally get out of this god-forsaken house for a while.

   He started for the sink. Then, suddenly, the kitchen window burst magical open and two owls flew in through the window. Aunt Petuina started screaming at the top of her lungs as the two owls started to circle the room. Uncle Vernon grabbed a broom and tried to hit the owls.

   Harry noticed both owls were carrying letters and he noticed that the smaller owl of the two was Pig, Ron's owl. "Stop!" Harry yelled to his Uncle who continued to try and hurt the owls with the broom. At that moment, the larger owl dropped its letter into Harry's hands and flew out the window. Pig came down and perched on Harry's shoulder, still carrying his letter.

   Uncle Vernon's face turned bright red with anger. "How dare you bring those abnormalities into our home! Get that dame bird out of here and then get to your chores!" Harry didn't need to be told twice.

   Grabbing Pig, he was out of there faster then you could say 'owl'. Harry went to his room and closed the door. Then he untied the letter from Pig, who hooted with pride, and sat down to read the letters. They were from Hermione and Ron.

   Taking Ron's letter, he opened it and began to read the hardly legible writing:

Dear Harry,

   How are you? I hope things with the Muggles haven't been too bad. Mum's still asking Dumbledore if you can come, but he says that your safer where you are for the time being.

   Dad's been working like mad. He's been trying to convince as many Ministry members as he can that You-Know-Who has returned, but they all seem to think he's mad. Who knew there were so many idiots working there?

   Anyways, that's all the news I've heard so far. More like I over heard so for. Mum doesn't want us to know anything. I guess she thinks we wouldn't be able to handle it. Well, hope to see you soon!

                                                                                         Ron

   Harry sat back and stared at his letter. He knew that Ron hadn't heard about all the attacks and, in truth, was happy Ron didn't know. Ron would probably overreact and start having nightmares about Voldemort coming into the Dursleys and killing him. It was safer that he didn't know.

   Harry then turned to Hermione's letter and opened it. Luckily, he could read her writing, as it was very neat and tidy.

Dear Harry,

    Oh God, are you all right? I haven't heard from you but I hope that's just because the Dursleys' won't let you send any letter and not because something's happened to you. I heard about all those attacks and Dumbledore confirmed that there caused by You-Know-Who. I heard he's going mad hunting for you.

   I heard he wants to kill you to prove that he's as powerful as before and that you wouldn't stand in his way again. Oh, Harry, Please be careful.

   I'll keep you posted if I find out anything more. But until then watch out for yourself.

                                                                                     Hermione

Harry sighed. He should have known Hermione knew something was up. But for some reason didn't feel un-happy that she knew. He guessed it was because she wanted to try and help him and she wasn't overreacting like Ron would have.

   "Oh, well." Harry stood and paced the letters in his trunk where he kept all their letters. He then headed off to start his chores.

   Through the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon, he worked, with only the thought of his walk to keep him working steadily. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could leave. Although his wounds still hurt, he tried his best to finish up quickly.

   By some miracle, Harry was able to get all of his chores done without getting hit once by Uncle Vernon. He just had one more thing left to do. Wash the car. He went into the dark messy garage and grabbed a bucket full of warm, soppy water, a sponge and the hose.

   He heaved it all out to the driveway and started to wash the car. He washed in silence, trying not to think about anything. Especially what happened last night. He hoped that his letter reached Sirius soon. The thought of what happened last night happening again was just too hard to bare. He really didn't what to have to do it again.

   He was just putting everything away when Uncle Vernon came out into the garage. Harry thought he was going to hit him because of the look on his face, but was mistaken when he heard his Uncle say, "Hurry up, boy! Our guests will be here any minute and I want you long gone before then. Get a move on!"

   "Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry quickly finished putting everything away the walked swiftly away from the house as his Uncle went back inside.

   Harry sighed in relief. He was so happy to be out of the house. Finally he could actually do stuff without being watched closely by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petuina. There was no one to yell at him or hit him for dropping something, or no one to punished him hard just for making fun of Dudley.

   He walked slowly down Privet Drive deciding to go to the park. But at he walked, he realized that there was no way to keep his mind off of what had happened to him last night, when Voldemort had killed that poor man.

   Harry silently wondered if Sirius had gotten his letter. He hoped he did. Cause he just didn't know what to do anymore. What if Voldemort finally found away to reach him? He could just be overreacting, but something in his mind told him that he wasn't and that Voldemort might have finally found a way to get to him.

   Harry sighed. He was tired of fighting Voldemort. He had already faced him three times. Not including the time he fought against Voldemort's past self, Tom Riddle, or last night. In total, he had faced Voldemort five times and lived.

   He wondered what did he do? Voldemort had been after him his whole life, but why? He didn't even understand why Voldemort wanted to kill him in the first place. His parents had died protecting him. Voldemort wasn't after them. He just wanted Harry.

   "And my parents are dead because of me." Harry lowered his head and stared at his feet as he walked. Everyone around him either seems to die or get hurt. He was a danger magnet. If your friends with Harry Potter, expected to be killed or hurt really badly. First his Parents died and now it was... Cedric.

   Harry shook his head. He had to stop thinking like this. He couldn't help anyone if he started thinking like that. 'It's not your fault! It's Voldemort's'!' He thought to himself, but didn't believe it at all. Harry blamed himself for all their deaths. He couldn't help it. If it weren't for him, they would probably all still be alive.

   Harry was just about to turn into the park when out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the swoosh of a cloak. He turned just in time to see a figure disappear behind a house on the other side of the street. 'No, It can't be,' Harry thought, panicking.

   He ran to the other side of the street not looking for cars at all. He just had to get to the other side of the street. Harry got there and ran around the corner the figure had disappeared behind.

   Harry looked up and down the street. A few cars were parked here and there on the sides of the road. A bunch of Children were paying tag in the front yard of an old house a few houses down. But Harry could see nothing out of the ordinary.

   Harry felt butterflies in his stomach as he figured out who he saw. "Voldemort knows where I am." He said to himself. For the cloaked figure he had seen was a Death Eater by the name of.... "Wormtail."

   Sirius sat quietly reading the Daily Prophet in Lupin's kitchen. He sighed as he read over yet another about another attack from Voldemort. But according to this, Voldemort wasn't behind these attacks. He was.

   "I've blamed me for another attack." Sirius called out to Remus who was currently at his desk in the sitting room writing something.

   "Don't think on it, Padfoot. You know you didn't do it. Harry knows your innocent so that's all that really matters." Remus called back.

   Sirius stared at the picture of himself in the paper. "Yes, but I still don't like being blamed for something that Voldemort did." He sighed.

   He turned towards the window and almost fell out of his chair when he saw Hedwig perched there waiting. He took a deep breath, "Hedwig, don't ever do that again."

   Hedwig hooted in amusement before flying over and dropping Harry's letter in his lap. She then perched on the table and started to nibble on one of the tea biscuits.

   Sirius picked up the letter and opened it. He always loved hearing from his Godson, but lately he had been so busy with what Dumbledore had asked him to do that Harry didn't send any letters.

   Sirius read only the first line of the letter and began to worry. 'This can't be good,' He thought as he quickly read the rest of the letter. "Remus, come here." Sirius said urgently.

   Remus walked into the room thinking Sirius wanted to complain more about the article in the paper, when he saw the worried look that crossed his friends face. "What is it, Sirius?"

   Sirius stared up at him. "Harry." He simply said and handed the letter to Remus. Remus quickly read over the letter and saw what Sirius was worried about. "I think you should inform Dumbledore. It seems like Harry may need help. He can't stay there anymore."

   "I think your right." He got up, went straight to Remus desk and took out two blank sheets of parchment. "Remus, hand me Harry's letter. I'm going to send it to Dumbledore."

   Remus nodded and handed Sirius back the letter. Sirius quickly wrote a letter to Harry, and then wrote a letter to Dumbledore. "Hedwig." Sirius said heading back to the owl. She looked up at him. "Bring this back to Harry, okay. And be quick." Hedwig let Sirius tie the latter on easily then flew out the window.

   Then Sirius turned towards Lupin's owl. The owl perked up when she realized she needed to deliver a letter. "Take this to Dumbledore, Annabel, quickly." He said, quickly attaching the letter to her leg. Annabel gave a soft hoot and was gone.

   Remus walked over and put a reassuring arm around his friend. "Harry will be all right. Dumbledore won't let anything happen to him."

   Sirius nodded and looked out the window. "I hope your right."

   "Albus, you're not actually thinking about stationing them around the school. No one's even suppose to know why there here, but they will if..."

   Dumbledore raised his hand to stop her. "Minerva, don't worry. No one will see them. And if they are seen I will simply explain to the students that they are here to help protect the school."

   McGonagoll shook her head. "But Albus..."

   She was interrupted when there was a knock on the office door. "Come in." Dumbledore said calmly.

   The door swung open and Professor Snape walked in carrying a letter addressed to Dumbledore. He walked the length of the office and handed the letter to Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk.

   As Dumbledore took the letter, Snape said, "It seems that Mr. Potter isn't as safe as we thought."

   Dumbledore quickly opened the letter and read it. His face went from clam to completely worried.

   "What is it, Albus?" McGonagoll said, her own worries increasing.

   Dumbledore stared down at the letter. "It seems that Mundungus Fletcher ran into a bit of trouble last night. His was killed...by Voldemort."

   McGonagoll gasped in shock. "Oh this is quite horror, but what does it have to do with Harry?"

   Dumbledore sighed. "We had Mundungus bugged, Minerva. We were able to tape the whole conversation between him and Voldemort. Harry's voice appeared on the tape and Voldemort addressed him."

   McGonagoll stood there, bewildered. "But how? Harry's with the Dursleys', isn't he?"

   Dumbledore leaned back into his chair. "Harry is still with them, Minerva. I don't know how Harry's voice ended up on the tape, but he was there."

   At that moment, a brown owl swooped through the opened window and landed on Dumbledore's desk. Annabel dropped the letter into Dumbledore's hands. He opened it to find two letters. On to him, from Sirius, and the other to Sirius, from Harry. He read both quickly. "It seems Harry told Sirius."

   "What's it say Albus?" McGonagoll asked.

   "I think Voldemort's found a way to get to Harry without setting foot in the house, but Harry won't be safe there for long." He handed the letters to McGonagoll. As she read, Dumbledore took out some parchment, wrote a quick letter to Sirius and sent it with Annabel. Then he took out another piece of Parchment and started writing to Harry.

   "What can be done about Potter's safety, Albus?" Snape asked calmly.

   Dumbledore finished the letter and looked up. "Harry's in no immediate danger, Severus. I've sent someone to get him and he'll be brought here where we can keep an eye on him."

   Dumbledore then stood and tied the letter to Fawkes and whispered something softly into his ear. Fawkes sang one note in response. "Go to Harry's quickly, Fawkes. His life many depend on it." Fawkes sang another note and flew out the window at an unbelievable speed.

   "Severus, I need you to contact our spies at the Ministry. Tell them to make sure that no one finds out if magic is used at Privet Drive. I've given Harry permission to use magic in thee event that they are attacked and I don't want the Ministry down his back if he does use magic."

   Snape nodded and headed out the door. Once he was gone, McGonagoll turned to Dumbledore. "Will Harry be safe?"

   Dumbledore sighed and stared out the window. He looked his age for once as he was tired and worn out. "I don't know, Minerva. I just don't know."

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