I don't own Harry Potter. I'll come up with something witty to say later. Right now, I'm not in the mood.

Some parts come directly from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets chapter three.

Chapter Six

The days following Harry's birthday were very quiet for those at Grimmauld Place. Sirius and Remus hadn't recovered from the party and tried to sleep it off. But Harry being full of energy typical of a twelve-year-old; bounced off the walls from eating all of his chocolate in one day forming a sugar high he had never experienced. He really liked the feeling... that was until the sugar wore off and he was exhausted from all the activity.

Soon enough it was the third day since his birthday and Ron and the twins were expected to show up any second. He was very curious as to how they were going to 'rescue' him from The Most Noble House of Black (yeah right, noble my arse). He thought with the twins around they would have an adventure in the making planned. Never in a million years did Harry think that they would use the front door. It was a good thing that Mrs. Black was gone or nearly the whole house would be awake.

Sirius always was a heavy sleeper and kept sleeping. Harry was still awake in the living room, reading Hogwarts: A History. Remus, with his werewolf hearing, picked up every sound the three boys were making. He crept out of his room though a secret passage that lead straight to the entrance hall. He smiled when he saw that the door was going to open right behind them.

"May I help you three?" Remus stood in the shadows so that the boys couldn't see the laughter in his eyes. It would be a whole lot less funny if Harry hadn't warned him this might happen.

"We... well... we were hoping to see Harry and take him to the Burrow for the rest of the summer," the closest twin stuttered. Remus was close to bursting, so was Harry, who was standing on the other side of a hidden door. But there always was a problem with that door... if too much weight was on it the latch broke. And as Harry was leaning on it, he fell forward.

"Hey, guys. Nice to see you." Harry laughed nervously. He got off the floor and grinned at his favorite uncle (as if there was competition as Pettigrew and Vernon were the competitors). "I thought you were asleep."

"I thought the same of you. What are you still doing up?" Remus looked at the too small boy with his worried amber eyes.

"I had way too much sugar today. And now I can't sleep. I blame you and Sirius for that, you know. You should never give a twelve-year-old that much chocolate when he never had that much before. I'm going to be running on sugar for the next two weeks maybe longer."

"Harry, why don't you go wake Sirius up while I talk to your friends?"

"Why can't you go?" Harry pouted.

"Because he'll bite me."

"Won't he bite me?"

"No, he actually likes you. Now, go get him. You're making things harder for yourself." He said this very sternly and winked at Harry who smiled as he went up another secret passage. While the house may be a bit creepy at times, he loved living in it. Not even Sirius could find all of the passages and he lived there for seventeen years.

Harry crept silently in his godfather's room. It wasn't necessary because the man, or rather dog, was a log when it came to sleep. But it was more fun this way.

"Padfoot, it's time to get up." The dog didn't move. "Padfoot, Snivellus is here to kidnap me and make me his personal potions slave." The dog growled but didn't move. Harry tried one more time. "Padfoot, Moony's going to steal all of the dog biscuits and eat them during the next full moon by himself." The dog twitched but did nothing else. One more try and he was going to pull out the big guns... er wands. He really didn't want to do that. "Padfoot, Moony is going to cook breakfast until I go back to Hogwarts." Another twitch but nothing else. Harry grabbed Sirius' wand and cast a water spell and in seconds Padfoot was soaking wet. This woke Sirius up and transformed back into his human self.

"What the bloody h- what was that for? Couldn't you have thought of a nicer way to wake me? Just poke me or something next time."

"I tried but you wouldn't wake. Hurry up and get dressed. The Ron and the twins are here and want me to come with them. I need you to scare them a little. It'll be fun; I promise."

"Since when do I trust Potters?" Sirius mock glared at Harry as Harry laughed.

"You've been trusting 'Potters' for nearly twenty years. We Potters are a very trusting bunch and you'd regret not trusting us."

Twenty minutes and sixty winces later the four boys were on their way to the Burrow. They sent the whole trip laughing and joking. Harry told them about his birthday and Dobby's warning. They said the same thing about Dobby as they did the first time.

Mrs. Weasley was as furious as before. Harry was never happier that he was prepared for the Weasley temper. It started out well enough. And then...

"Have you any idea how worried I've been." After all the years Harry knew Mrs. Weasley, he was still slightly afraid of her. He gave the others a look that told them to remain silent for as long as possible. "Beds empty! No note! Care gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I lived — you wait until your farther gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy.

"You could have died, you have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —"

And she went on and on, sometimes repeating herself. He knew that he would never willingly cross Mrs. Weasley. He was glad that she held a soft spot for him with all the trouble he will and had caused. It wasn't long after Mrs. Weasley ended her tirade before her husband returned from work. Harry never seen Mr. Weasley truly angry before and was glad of that fact.

This time he was truly exhausted and went to bed in Ron's room instead of helping de-gnoming the garden. Ron gave him a glare but Harry was too tired to care. The moment his head it the pillow he was asleep.

Harry was sitting in a high backed chair. It was hard for him to breathe and he was very weak. He fought sleep; fearing that it might be the last time that would be awake. He could hear a scuttling sound in the distance but he ignored it. But what ever was making the noise was coming closer. It sounded like tiny paw prints. Good, in this creature he was way too weak. He could possess it and get rid of the being he was in now.

Suddenly, the paw prints stopped and the steps of a tentative human could be heard. He slid his body off from the chair and went toward the noise.

"Hello, Milord. Your most faithful servant has found you at last!"

Harry woke screaming. His scar was burning. His scar shouldn't have been burning. He was practicing Occlumency. He was closing his mind to outside forces. Voldemort was supposed to be too weak to enter his mind for another two years.

The most unfortunate thing for Harry was the fact that his screams carried all the way down stairs to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the Weasley brood. He really didn't want to explain how a twelve-year-old could have visions of Voldemort.

He told them that he had a nightmare. That there was noting to worry about. Harry knew they had every right to worry. Pettigrew was with Voldemort. There was no reason to deny that to himself. But there wasn't a need to worry the Weasleys, not yet anyways. Sure, it'll get out eventually but for now, he was going to relish in the peace. Even if it was fake.

However, he could talk to Sirius about it. He had to know. He of all people deserved at least that much. He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 1230, Sirius was bound you fully awake at that time. Harry took out his two-way mirror and called out Sirius' name.

"Hey, Pronglet. Miss me already. I thought I wouldn't hear from you for at least three days. What's with the sudden desire to talk to me?"

"I had a vision and it wasn't good..."

"But I thought you could stop those. You hadn't even had any of those scar pains that you warned me and Remus about. Are you sure it was a vision?"

"Positive. Occlumency is difficult to maintain at young ages. My shield must have been weakened from being up all night. We have to be careful. I can't have Voldemort coming back before my Fourth Year. Who knows who could be killed in the meantime? It's going to be hard since we don't know how Voldemort is keeping himself alive. Nagini wasn't with him so it's safe to say that he isn't helping... yet."

"Harry, maybe you should come home. It might not be safe at the Weasley's house."

"I'll be fine. Voldemort is too weak to do anything. And he won't let Wormtail out of his sight. He needs him too much but can't trust that he won't leave him again. He needs all the support that he can get; no matter how clumsy it is."

"I'll tell Remus when he gets home. He went out to help Tonks move out of her parents' house. For some reason they didn't want me to come along."

"Aunt Andi is still mad at you for calling her 'Dro'. She's almost as sensitive of her name as her daughter."

"Aunt Andi? Harry you never met her before. How did you know that I called her Dro?"

"We've owling each other. She insisted that I called her aunt even though we're distant cousins. She tells me stories of you from when you were a kid. Many of them could be considered blackmail stories."

"Pronglet, what did she tell you? There all lies I tell you. She was more of an older sister than a cousin so she would make things up about me."

"I hear Mrs. Weasley calling me down for lunch. I'll talk to you in a few days. Bye!"

"Harry! Harry, get back here!" But it was too late he was yelling to thin air.

A/N Well, Harry's at the Weasley's so the story is going to start to pick up soon. Next he's going to meet Gilderoy Lockhart.