A/N: So here's the second chapter. I don't really need to explain anything as the title tells all. Review and tell me what you think of it

Chapter 2: The Arrival

It was night and Harry was still sitting on his bed, holding an aching head and pondering over the message. What did it mean? If it was from any of his friends they would have at least signed it. But sitting there he felt very useless, if someone needed his help he shouldn't be lying around but he didn't even know who had sent it. His mind was drifting to sleep.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, sunlight was streaking in from the window. Harry put on his glasses and sat up in bed. It was about noon and he felt his stomach rumbling in a voice reminiscent to Ron's. Harry went down to the kitchen. To his dismay, the Dursleys were seated at the table. When he came in there raised an unusual amount of tension. His uncle was reading the paper but was unusually still so Harry could guess that his mind was racing for an excuse to scold Harry. His aunt was washing the plates in a furious manner and Harry was forced to think that he had committed a sin by coming down from his room and it seemed, his limits.

Harry walked over to the fridge and looked in. there were many eatables there but Harry knew that he was not to touch them. So he grabbed an apple and was heading out of the room when his uncle finally burst out, as Harry had known he would:

'When are you leaving this place?' he asked 'you've already eaten half the contents of the fridge. I thought you were leaving for good this time'

'I am' said Harry 'but I don't know yet when they're coming to take me'

'Well' said Aunt Petunia 'tell them to come right away. You're having a bad influence on Dudley'

Harry stormed out of the kitchen. The dursleys were so stupid, even now when they knew that Dudley was not turning out to be the perfect boy they had wanted, it was considered Harry's fault. He wanted to get away from this damn place. But he was sure that he would somehow repay the Dursleys for the attitude they had had towards him from the very first day. But how could he do anything at all when he wasn't allowed to use magic? As Harry was mulling these thoughts over in his mind an owl arrived. Harry hoped it was from Ron, but it wasn't.

The letter was from Hogwarts. He had feared this from the start of summer and didn't think he could bear to open the letter. But there must be a reason why his letter had been sent so early. So he removed the crest and looked inside. There was not one but four letters in there. Two were the ones telling the date of return and the booklists and the third was from McGonagall.

Dear Harry, (Harry was much surprised)

I know that you are passing through a very difficult ordeal because of what happened last summer. But you must understand that Professor Dumbledore would have wanted to see you happy. I am sure that you will not tell me what you and Dumbledore were doing that night but I must tell you that before he left, he told me that he had an idea that he might not come back. Had he known what was going to happen in the school he would mot have left at all. And also before he went he asked me to give you a letter which is enclosed. Should this letter fall into the wrong hands there might be grave consequences so I have sent this owl with maximum security.

Lastly, I think you will not be coming back to school this year, but remember that the school doors are always open for you and any time you change your mind we will accept you.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Harry looked out of the window and saw what McGonagalkl had meant by extra security. There were two thestrals standing in the shadow of a tree. Harry quickly snatched the last letter and opened it, dreading what he would find.

Dearest Harry,

If you are reading this letter than I no more remain in this world. If anything happened to me in the cave you and I are about to visit than I have no regrets. You must have found the Horcrux and by now destroyed it as well. It pains me to know that you must now carry this burden alone. No one besides you and me and maybe Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger know about the horcruxes. The reason I am writing this letter is that I am sensing some disturbance in the magical world. Something is going on, which is not related to Voldemort or you. It is something I have never felt before and I fear what it would turn out to be in the future. It is a feeling the likes of which never has been heard before. The dark side is also gaining strength at an astonishing rate though I do not know how. You must be cautious of anything unusual and be careful during your quest. Visit my office and look in the top-most drawer of my desk. There I keep a record of all that happened to me before our venture into the cave. There are some parts which you don't know about and had I lived I would never have told you but the circumstances have changed. The password to the drawer is 'Harry and Headmaster' (a tear rolled down Harry's face) forgive me but I could not think of anything else. This letter has the highest security measures and no one except you must read it or they would suffer extreme discomfort so I request that you burn it after you have read it.

In the end I would just want to say that Harry, from the day your responsibility fell into my hands I have considered you as a son. I have loved you as I have never loved anyone else and know that my death must have caused you severe pain for which I ask you forgiveness. And now just an old man's advice: 'everyone has a certain destiny and they must fulfill it whether willing or not. And you r destiny is clear, may you be safe always from the hands of evil.'

Farewell Forever.

Truly yours, Albus Dumbledore.

Harry felt a pang on his insides as he was reading the letter but now he did not seem to have any insides at all. The emotions overwhelmed him and his head drooped, silent tears falling on the floor. Had Dumbledore known that the Horcrux would be a fake…..Harry couldn't think much more.

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Harry was sitting on the same bench he had sat on the previous day in the park and was glad that this time there was no Dudley to interfere. He was reading Dumbledore's letter again and again. Now that he had gotten over the first shock, he now was pondering over the disturbance in magic Dumbledore had written about. These last few days; he thought; I've thought more than I've ever done in my life. Harry smiled and then heard a knock on the window. There was a bird there. As Harry approached the window he could have fell over in surprise. There perched on the window was not an owl but an eagle.

'What the….' Harry said and boldly opened the window.

The eagle flew in and sat on Harry's bed. Harry finally noticed in his bewildered state that there was a small scroll in the Eagle's beak.

'Err…' said Harry 'why are you here?'

Again he was shocked as the eagle dropped the scroll. Harry nervously approached and took the scroll. The eagle seemed to mean him no harm so Harry sat down beside the bed and opened the scroll.

Mr. Potter: please come down to the place where there are many sitting places shaped and which looks like a garden at night. When there is no one else. The place is in front of your house. This is very important. We mean you no harm.

This was too much for Harry, first a call for help, then an eagle and now a desire to meet him. Was it a trap perhaps set by the deatheaters? But the deatheaters would know that the place was called a park. He went over in his mind his choices and decided that he could not ignore it. He would take his wand and hide first to see who the mysterious person was.

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It was midnight and Harry Potter was eagerly waiting in the shadows of a tree. Not a single voice could be heard in the park. The darkness was so deep that Harry couldn't see his hands. And that in itself was odd as the streetlamps were always lit at night. Harry had been waiting for half an hour. The person whom he was to meet was not late, Harry was simply early. He had sneaked here at eleven o' clock.

Then suddenly, Harry could hear a voice in the dark. No, not a voice, voices. Harry eagerly listened but the voices could not be discerned at this distance. So he cautiously moved closer to the sound.

'He must have been here by now' said a hoarse voice which sounded like that of a very old person. And then another spoke, but it was not English, sounded like French or German or...

Just as Harry was listening, the most astonishing thing happened. There in the middle of the park, a bright light appeared. And Harry gasped at what he saw.

A/N: so how'd you people like the chapter? hope it was good. just a small request to all those who at least read it, if you liked it, how much time would it take to write one review? till next time Ciao : )