Chapter 1 A Misty Morning

Harry Potter, a sixteen-year-old teenager, sat on his bed in his dark

room at Number 4 Private drive. Partly still asleep unless his head, aching with pain from his old scar, a souvenir from his tragic loss of his parents, would have awoken him only minutes ago.

Harry was a very unusual boy, though to the outside he seemed normal as any of us. He was a wizard, and a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts, still he wasn't looking forward to it like he used to. The memory of his

godfather, Sirius Black, who died only two months ago, was still burning painfully. He didn't want to go back. He didn't deserve to live. It should have been him, not Sirius who died during that tragic incident.

Guilt surely is a hard thing to progress..

And there was also the Prophecy. The Prophecy, made by his Divination teacher Sybill Trelawney. That was another reason for not going back. 'Why me', had been a common question in his confused mind. 'Why me?'

He could hear his cousin and his uncle snores coming from the rooms around him. He looked at his digital watch and saw that it said 04:01am. It was the early morning and he hadn't realised it yet. He stood up, taking his glasses and putting them on, to get a clearer vision.

The first thing meeting him was a small feathery ball shooting into his room by his open window, hooting happily. It was Pig, Ron's owl. The little creature had a small package with him and a letter

that read...

Hi Harry, happy happy birthday! Hope you are all right and that they are treating you well. I'm in Romania at the moment and won't be home at least 'till the last two weeks left of the Holiday. Going too Diagon Alley on august 21. Can you come, Hermione's coming. If not, see you at the Hogwarts Express at September 1.

Ron

Ps: hope you will enjoy the gift. It's something I found here in an antiques store. Couldn't believe my eyes when I found it since they are really rare. Paying you back from the omniculars you bought me, cause it cost a fortune.

Harry detached the small package from Pigs leg. Free from his burden Pig soared out. Unwrapping the package he found a small emerald with a note.

Harry, this is an Emerald stone of Friendship. It's said that deep bonds can be made with this, even if friendship seems impossible. It's temporarily, so use it well. For example: Get Malfoy too clean your shoes. ;)

Ron

Another owl came swooping in, as he had forgotten to close his window the previous day This time it was Hedwig, his own female, snowy-white owl. She too had a letter and a parcel. This time from Hermione, his other best friend at Hogwarts.

Dear Harry, happy birthday!

Hoping you are fine, and that you haven't gone through any trouble lately. Lie low, since you never know whenever You-Know-who will appear. Don't forget what happened last year with the Dementors, and so on. I'm in Malaysia at the moment, researching on different cultures and stuff. You should see the old temples and other buildings they have here, it's really fantastic.

I'm glad Hedwig turned up the other day. I hope that she didn't frighten you being away for such a long time. It's a long way to fly for an owl, yet I trust her in this.

Love Hermione

Harry detached the parcel and carried Hedwig back to her cage. He had been wondering what she had been up to, being away from him this long. Inside the cage Hedwig immediately began to drink some water before going to sleep.

Harry went back too the package he had received. Opening it he found a large heavy book, with the cover, Advanced Spells and Enchantments for Tricky Situations. It's typical Hermione sending him a large heavy book. It was a wonder that Hedwig had managed to fly back alone with this weight.

Harry put the two letters beside all the others he had received over the year. On the shelf he saw his first birthday cards, all the letters from Sirius and the rest of the Order of Phoenix- members.

He looked out through the open window, only to discover the great fog lying over Private Drive. Looking up the sky he saw four owls flying towards him. One of them, an elder one was carried by the others. Unmistakeable Errol.

Harry stepped out of the way, so that the four owls could have a nice landing on his bed. Especially the ones who were carrying Errol. Harry saw that each of the four owls were carrying their own packages and letters. Harry quickly detached them and let the four owls fly again. Well, Errol was an exception. As soon as he came outside the window he fell down on the ground. When Harry walked too see what had happened he saw the obstinate owl walking back the way he had come from. Harry thought about going down and pick him up, but in the way Errol behaved he guessed that would have been impossible.

He stood a while at the window, watching Errol walking away. He dearly hoped that none of Mrs Figg's cats had decided to take an early walk for bird-hunting.

Turning his thoughts back to his presents he sat down on his bed. He took the first letter, this had come from a chestnut coloured owl. It read...

Dear Harry, Happy Birthday, generous pal. Thanks again for the gold. Here's a small token from our appreciation, our newest invention. Have fun with it!

Best wishes Fred and George Weasley

With the letter a large box of golden crackers followed. When Harry accidentally burst one of them a large firework, followed by at least a hundred mice, three cats and a dog. All, whom were chasing one and another. An improvement of the crackers Hogwarts gave you at Christmas.

Harry

Happy Birthday my dear friend. Hope you will have a pleasant day and a lot of funny presents. Will see you sooner than you expect. Be ready by your doorstep to leave tomorrow, as we are picking you up to live at the Headquarters, for the rest of the Holiday.

Lupin

Ps: Don't forget Sirius funeral. The Minister of Magic has finally made his name

clear. To bad Sirius didn't live too see this day. He would have liked it.

The Minister of Magic was, according too Harry, a big fucking jerk with donkey ears and a pigs tail. That man never did anything right until he had the facts right in front of his eyes and still couldn't see it. Luckily for him that his name had been cleared, or Harry would personally hexed him. The sorrow of losing his godfather was something he hated too discuss, and thereby it would not be it.

Dear Harry. Happy Birthday. Hope you are all right and that the Muggles are not threatening you. Eat well, stay healthy and don't be up too late. Enjoy your day.

Molly

With that followed the usual sweater, green with flaming Phoenix on, and a box

with homemade fudge.

The last letter came from Hogwarts and Hagrid.

Hello Harry, Happy Birthday. Hope the scums are nice to ya, or just threaten them with the usual. See you back at Hogwarts. Come visit me as many times as you like.

Hagrid

Dear Mr Potter. Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts express will leave from King's Gross Station, platform nine and three quarters, at eleven o'clock.

Yours sincerely Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.

Standing up again looking out the window he came too a decision. The time at Hogwarts would maybe not be bad if people stopped worrying about him that much as they did. Looking at the sky, not the street, he didn't see however the dark figure watching him.

(Hogwarts)

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore, sir. "

Finally having arrived, Miss Cassandra Ridgeback, only heir of lady Ravenclaw, in utter panic

searched for the old wizard. But all around her the halls and chambers were empty. Her voice was heard like a silent echo soaring towards the high ceilings.

"Professor Dumbledore! Anyone, please help! "

But no one came. The castle was empty and breaking into tears she sat down on the cold stone floor. All her hopes to slowly ebb away.

TBC

Not many changes done to this chapter, except for a few grammatical corrections. But I really can't understand what I thought last time when I wrote Cassandra's part...

Shitza