Summary:

The Harry Potter 7th years are returning for their last year at school, with a little more than magic on their minds, such as the tremendous war between The Dark Lord and the Order. So it would strike the HP7Y's as odd when one of the Dark Lord's most faithful supporter's son shows up, pretending to have changed. Especially since Draco Malfoy had been expelled the year before, and had very narrowly murdered Albus Dumbledore. Even more surprising is the fact that Malfoy had seemed to take an odd interest in one of the biggest members of the Order. Hermione Granger.

Chapter Rating: K, but the overall is T, for now.

Summary of chapter: Harry is finally leaving home to go to the Burrow, after a well deserved break from the Dursley's. But he's having strange dreams again, that are suspiciously taking the forms of, Dundundun, FLASHBACKS!

Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter series...Ok, forget it. I just don't, Ok?

Chapter 2

Summers

Harry rushed to the window, snatching up the letter from Hedwig as quickly as he could.

'Harry James Potter.' The inscription written in green ink flashed brightly before Harry's eyes.

Requirements:

The Standard Book of Spells, book 7-Bathilda Bagshot

Harry's eyes scanned the pages, seeing the same books as the previous year. His eyes caught at a new book.

Animology, A Study of Animagi and Their Properties, Oswald Dagworth

Animology? Harry thought. I thought being an Animagus was extremely difficult? Why are we studying it? He looked worried, before reading the attached slip of paper.

All students will be required to carry with them an identification ring. This has been designed to:

a) secure your identity from death eaters masquerading as the wearer by use of the Polyjuice Potion

b) secure your entrance into Hogwarts

If the identification ring is not worn anywhere on the school campus excl. the lake, the student will be no longer a member of Hogwarts. It is virtually impossible to take the ring off. The specific word for removal of your ring will be presented to you at your arrival at Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall,

Headmistress

The word burned itself into Harry's mind. he still wasn't used to the fact that McGonagall had taken Dumbledore's place as Head, even though Dumbledore was alive.

It was better for him, they all said.

Harry wondered why Hedwig had gone to receive the letter, instead of an official owl.

Harry looked at the return date for school.

September 8. It wasn't too far ahead.

He'd only have7 days.

He considered asking the Dursley's for a ride to Diagon Alley, even though he, in technicality, could drive, although completely devoid of his driver's license.

He was legally a man now.

Dudley had been driving for six months now, but the Dursley's couldn't be bothered to pay the Driving Instructor the 25 pounds per class the attractive blonde required.

So it was either bum rides off Dudley (33 pounds per ride) or stick it out and walk.

Harry chose the latter.

But how was he going to walk to London from Little Whinging? He considered owling Ron, but thought better. He surely could sneak out of the house and take the train? He decided to, almost immediately before an owl banged against the window.

It was large and tawny, with soulful eyes that stared at Harry.

DON'T MOVE! DAD'S COMING FOR YOU! DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!

Ron

Harry rolled his eyes. The irony.

He sat on the bed, his eyes on the ceiling above him. It was frightfully bare, although immaculate and white like the rest of the Dursley's house. He had tacked his pillowcases to the small window that provided a beautiful view of Dudley's new 5 series BMW. It was white, and damn good. It had been Dudley's dream car for as long as Harry could remember, and now he had it, and Harry didn't even have a bicycle.

But there was no point in being moody.

Dudley was a prefect at Smelting's, and Harry was quidditch captain at Hogwarts.

All of his thoughts of leaving the Dursley's and going to Godric's Hollow were abandoned.

Dumbledore was alive!

'Albus, it does not make any sense for me to take over your reign as Head of the School!' Answered Professor McGonagall, her eyes wide.

'Minerva, it is in my very best interests that I am leaving post. I will most undoubtedly be near assassination at all times, regardless of my being Head, or not, and it is less likely for any student at Hogwarts to be wrongfully murdered if you are Headmistress, my dear.' Dumbledore said.

Minerva McGonagall transformed from anxious and worried to dead serious.

'I will do my best to help you, Albus.' She stated resolutely.

'Excellent. Now, Minerva, I was wondering if you could do a little, scouting for me? Investigate the Weasley's, once again.' Dumbledore said.

'But Albus, I thought you trusted the safety of the Weasley's?' McGonagall said, distrust creeping into her tone of voice.

'Minerva, Harry is a man. There's no telling what he may, or may not do. He might be tempted to leave the Dursley's for good, and therefore Arthur and Molly need to send him a message to stay where he is. And, Minerva...' He paused.

'Yes Albus?'

'You must not be seen.' Here he took a deep breath, 'Or recognized.'

Harry blinked sleep out of his eyes. All at once, is vision had cleared completely.

'Damn.' He muttered, pulling his glasses from off of his face.

A Tale of Two Worlds lay beside him, the photograph pasted on the cover smirking at him. Harry smacked the photo doggedly and rolled over in his bed. A loud crack startled him again from his rest.

'Damn!' He repeated, more loudly. He noticed that it was only about 4:30 a.m.

He shut his eyes. A huge crack sounded, blended with the sound of splintering glass. Harry shot out of bed, surveilling the damage. Big glass, lot of glass, glass, glass, glass. Oh, crap. Harry rushed over to the window, where another stone whistled through the air. He instinctively ducked, but not before he saw the stone stop dead and fall to the ground.

He moaned and was prepared to turn his head, but not before he saw something pop up before his very eyes.

It was the brightly coloured head of Ginny Weasley.

'Hey, Harry.' She said, smirking as she saw his faded blue cotton pajamas. Harry ever so lightly blushed before smiling, joyfully.

'Hi Ginny.' He said.

Ginny smoothly stepped aside, letting Mr. Weasley walk up from behind her.

'Reparo.' He said smoothly. Harry's window became whole again.

'I figured it would make more sense if he sawGinny first. If he saw you, Dad, he might go haywire and shoot. You never know with muggles.' Fred (or George) popped up in front of Mr. Weasley.

'Hi Harry.' Fred grinned.

'Charmed.' George said, elbowing his twin brother out of the way.

'Why aren't you guys at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?' Asked Harry, after being noogied by Fred and George.

'Harry, my man, d'you seriously think that without death threat we'd be here in Muggle areas?' Asked George, tapping his head.

'Hell yes.' Fred smirked, crossing his arms.

'Where's...Ron?'Asked Harry.

Ginny pushed aside her brothers to speak to Harry.

'He's--Ouch George, you're stepping on my foot!--He's at home! Mum made him stay at the Burrow. Was rather pissed at her, but then, what the hell else can you do with mum? Ginny asked, matter-of-fact.

'Watch your mouth.' Mr. Weasley said, all the while looking delightedly at Harry.

'Harry, we're leaving soon. Not by apparition--' He directed his head towards Ginny, 'Or side-along, some of us being not-too responsible--' His eyes lingered on Fred and George for a minute, 'But by Proverbial Conquest.' Mr. Weasley said.

'Proverbisl What?' Harry asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

'You'll see.' Ginny grinned mischievously.

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