Disclaimer- I don't own HP characters ... just the plot...

A/n- Sorry for the long wait again!...I was busy with school work…this is midterms week and I should be studying, but got tired of it….so I decided to update! What a great decision, I know…

The story continues from the end of book 6…

The trio did not find anything more with the ball, Harry kept it and they went their usual ways…back to normal life.

Harry sat on his four poster bed at Hogwarts, stingy tears ran down his eyes. He still could not believe it, Dumbledore and Sirius were really dead. He felt utterly confused, and lost. He felt as if he was drowning in a dark abyss of nothingness, with no way to see the path before him. The noise of the door creaking open snapped him out of his trace.

"Hi Harry"

"Hi Luna"

"I'm awfully sorry about Dumbledore. You should really pack up and get ready, everyone's already boarding the wagons."

"Yeah, ok" he took out his wand and made a sweeping movement, all his belongings flew into his trunk in a jumbled mess. He shut it with a loud snap, and heaved it out. Outside Ron, and Hermione were waiting for him near one of the threstral drawn carriages. Harry looked at the thretrals reminiscently,

Flashback:

I wish I could see them…

You do?...

Oh! No ofcourse not!

End flashback

"So, how do they look? Now that you can finally see them?"

"Oh Harry, please don't say it like that, you know we didn't mean for anything like this to happen when we said he wanted to see them a year ago."

Harry boarded they carriage without another word, Ron and Hermione followed him in. Their journey to the station was uneventful. They boarded the train and was soon at King's Cross Station.

Back to the Dursleys' thought Harry bitterly.

"We'll see you soon" whispered both Ron and Hermione. Harry nodded to them and headed towards the purple faced Uncle Vernon. Before getting in the car he looked back at the friends he was leaving behind, Hermione was following Ron and his family, she caught up Ron; Harry turned around bitterly, at least she doesn't have any spells to fulfill, she isn't forced to go home. As the Dursley car pulled away he caught a glimpse of Ron and Hermione kissing at a corner shielded from the rest of the group. He looked away straight ahead at the road. He knew this day would come someday. He imagined how awkward it would be for him to hang out with them now. Does this mean there's no place for me here? Must I be the one to go down?...

Before he could finish his whining too many things started to happen in succession. A stray out of control car suddenly hit the Dursley Volvo, which flew up and landed on its side. Harry whipped out his wand on impulse, which was no use, because the same car seemed to be determined to raze the Dursley car. It smashed into the already overturned car, sending it flying again, this time it landed upside down, Harry apparated his way out of the car before more damage was done.

As it turned out, the criminal car was not as interested in the Dursley's car as it was in Harry. As soon as he was standing on the pavement, the car revved back and went full speed at Harry, who smoothly apparrated again, this time he dissapparated on top of the crazy car to see who was the whacko driver. To his surprise the driver was a normal muggle! He realized the muggle was under the imperious curse. He quickly stunned him and jumped off the car.

Today was not his lucky day because as soon as he landed, hordes of black cloaked figures came flying at him. Thinking they were dementors, he yelled "EXPECTO PATRONUS!"

But it had no effect because there wasn't a grain of happy thought in his mind. He fell to his knees as someone hit him with a spell. They're not dementors, then they must he death eaters, he thought as darkness engulfed him.

"Get up" said an all too familiar snide voice.

Harry looked up to see a familiar face he expected. Suddenly his blood boiled and he wanted nothing more than to take apart the man in front piece by piece.

Harry stood, shaking from anger "Snape" was all he could manage to say.

He thrust his wand directly at Snape's heart, he opened his mouth about to form the curse. At that precise moment someone laid a hand on his shoulder, startling him.