Thanks to those who are now following this story, also thanks to GryffindorPrefect13 for first review! So, I know a few questions might come up as you read the next few chapters, they would be answered as the story goes on. I hope you enjoy chapter one.

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Chapter 1

Summer 1995

Harry sat outside the widow of his aunt and uncles house at number4 Privet drive. All he wanted to hear was news. News about Voldemort, news about what his friends and godfather were up to, news about the ministry, just news! They sent him letters occasionally, but they never gave details of anything they were up to, or what the ministry was saying. He had seen Voldemort comeback, he had fought with him, yet no one thought he had a right to know what was going on! And so, Harry sat outside the window, in the rose bushes trying to listen to the muggle news in order to pick up anything that might be related to his world.

Harry hated being at his uncle and aunts house. When he was younger, he would always have to spend two weeks with them each month before he went back home where he lived with his godfather, Sirius Black. Once Harry started Hogwarts, he would spend the beginning of his summer break with them before going home. It was not until he was thirteen that Sirius had explained why it was he had to go back all the time. It was because of the blood magic. His mother had sacrificed herself for him, thereby saving him and in order to keep this protection he had to stay with his Aunt Petunia for a small while.

"If it was up to me, you won't have to see their stupid faces ever again" Sirius had said that day. He never liked his uncle and aunt, no one did, not even his uncle Remus, and he generally liked everyone.

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes making his glasses go askew. The news had ended and there was no mention of anything. Did Voldemort just disappear?

He could not wait to go back home. Because of Voldemort's return in May, Dumbledore had asked Harry to stay a month at his Aunts and Uncles. Never in his life had he been here for so long and it was actually starting to get to him. He walked away from the bushes, disregarding is uncles yells about Harry snooping around his house.

The soon to be fifteen year old decided to take a walk on this nice June evening. The gentle breeze moved his hair about and Harry ruffled it even more. He was always told that he looked just like his dad and based on all the pictures and memories he had seen over the years, Harry had picked up the same habit James had. He had walked past the park, ignoring his cousin Dudley and his friends. Thanks to Sirius teaching a few tricks to defend himself, Dudley had stopped bullying Harry since they were twelve years old.

On his way back to number 4, the sun had set completely and the moon had risen. Harry felt a weird tightness in his chest causing him to cough. The feeling stayed for only a minute and after feeling slightly dizzy it was gone. Harry continued at a faster pace so he could get back to his Uncles and Aunts, get into bed and pray the first of July came quickly so he could go home. He walked for another minute or so when suddenly the air around him got colder, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He knew what it was before he saw it.

Dementors.

He was seven when he followed Sirius to the ministry. Being the little wanderer that he was he had walked off and gotten lost, finding himself in a large room that was holding a notorious criminal being guarded by a dementor. Harry never forgot how awful it made him feel. Luckily, Sirius found him in time but his dreams since then were plagued with the God-awful things. When he was thirteen and in his third year, his boggart had turned out to be a dementor and saw his uncle Remus, who happened to be the Defense professor that year taught him the patronus spell.

Harry ran. He wandered what it was that dementors were doing in the muggle world? What did they want from him? Were they controlled by Voldemort now? His heart beat heavily in his chest as he tried to outrun them, but it was no use. He felt the overbearing effect the dementors had come over him. His worst fears began to cloud his vision, his mother's scream, Cedric's death, nightmares about Sirius dying, Voldemort….It took all he had to fight it. He thought about the things that brought him joy, his happiest memories. He raise his wand and sent out his patronus. Harry watched with bleary eyes as his stag chased away the dementors. He sat on the floor trembling. What in the world just happened?

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Harry stood frozen in place after the howler from the ministry disintegrated. He could not believe what he just heard. They could not expel him, he was defending himself!

"Even that freak school can't stand you. What did you do?" His uncle yelled looking quite harassed that a parliament of owls had invaded his home.

Harry ignored him and went up the stairs to the room that was reserved as his. He heard his uncle screaming for him to return, but he didn't. He hurried into his room. He had to get in touch with Sirius, he wondered if he knew already, if Dumbledore knew. Where they going to come get him. He found parchment and quickly began to scribble away, but he didn't need to. He heard him already

"Where is he?" Came the urgent voice of his god father from downstairs and Harry ran out of his room to meet the former marauder halfway on the stairs. Sirius hugged Harry tightly and tried to calm the boy down as he shook. He wasn't crying, he just seemed to be in shock. He was expelled, he had a trial, and his wand was going to be snapped!

"It's okay Harry" Sirius said leading him up to Harry's room so he could pack the few things he had brought with him.

"They can't expel me!" The fifteen year old yelled as he threw things into his trunk. He had brought all his homework with him so he could get them done now and have the rest of the summer off.

"You are not expelled. Dumbledore is going to fix this, stop panicking." Sirius said.

Harry ruffled his hair as he looked at the near empty room and sighed. He knew Sirius was doing everything possible to not freak out right now. Harry was practically a son to him, he had raised the boy since his parents were murdered and so to think that dementors had attacked him in a town that was supposed to be safest for him, was quit scary. Harry knew Sirius would never let him out of his sight again. In a way it made the boy glad because that meant he would not have to return to number 4 ever again.

Once he was all packed. Sirius helped him carry his things down the stairs. Sirius thanked the Dursely's for having Harry for the month. Harry grunted a goodbye as Sirius enlarged the fireplace, placed Harry's things in before he and Harry stepped inside and flooed home.

Once he came out of the fireplace, dusting sooth of is cloths, Harry found himself wrapped in familiar arms.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley" He said and she tightened the hug. He knew she only did this because she thought of him as one of her own, so Harry allowed her to squeeze the lights out of him.

"I'm so glad you are okay Harry" She told him, giving him a once over to make sure he was completely fine. Once she was satisfied, she stepped aside and Harry was bombarded by his friend's hugs. Ron, Hermione and Ginny threw out questions about the dementor attack and Harry started to give them answers, as it was their routine. The group picked up something belonging to Harry and began to make their way towards his room. They stopped at the door when Harry saw who had come to stand in the threshold.

"All that hard work paid off, didn't it" Remus said happy to see Harry was okay. Harry chuckled. Learning the patronus had been horrible, but he was glad he stuck to it.

"Saved my life right?" Harry said. He walked over to his uncle and gave him a hug as well. If Harry had to pick a favorite person, it would be Remus. He didn't know why or how, but the werewolf seemed to understand him so well. When he was lost or confused, Remus always knew what to say to help him make up his mind. He was just that kind of person, not just for Harry but for Sirius and Everyone.

The kids went up so they could talk about their summers and get the full details of the latest events. Soon they were called down to dinner, and after eating Harry was able to get Sirius and Remus to give him updates on Voldemort. It wasn't long before Harry and the other teens were shooed off to bed by Molly Weasley.

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Once in the comfort of his own bed Harry had fallen asleep easily, but it was not an easy sleep as he was tormented by nightmares about dementors and Voldemort. Harry woke up in a cold sweat. It was two in the morning, he could see the moon shining brightly outside his window, and it was so bright he decided to go close his curtains. He slowly got out of bed noticing is chest had gotten tight as it had done earlier that day. He felt dizzy and his head began to hurt very badly. Assuming the pains were the aftermath of his nightmares, Harry continued to his window. He looked up at the moon, feeling a strange warmth in his veins. His eyes stayed fixed on the heavenly body as if he was on a trance. A snore from Ron, who was sleeping on the other bed brought him out of it and slowly Harry closed the curtain and returned to his bed. He laid there wide awake. His mind feeling blank and tired and his body tingling. It was not until the sun was about to rise that he was able to close his eyes and sleep.

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"Dumbledore was brilliant" Sirius said for the fiftieth time as they walked back into Grimmauld Place. Harry had gone to his trail that morning and Dumbledore had appeared out of nowhere and handled the situation, meaning Harry could go back to Hogwarts. However, the boy in question did not seem too happy about this turn of events. In fact the whole day he had been fighting a headache and nausea. Now he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Harry are you feeling okay?" Remus asked as he put his cloak away. Sirius was by Harry's side in a second. He had suddenly gotten pale and he had bloodshot eyes.

"I..I'm fine. Just..need..sleep" Harry said as he slowly made his way to the stairs.

"Try and get some rest, okay prongslet. I'll come by and check on you soon" Sirius called as Harry disappeared in the hall.

"Looks like he's coming down with something. A fever might develop soon" Remus diagnosed. Sirius sighed.

"There are fever reducing potions in the kitchen, as well as the dreamless sleep potions. I just restocked them. I'll have molly make him some soup before she heads home. I'm not sure what it is but maybe he caught something in the muggle world" Remus said and Sirius smiled at him.

"Remus, go home. The sun is going to set in an hour or so, you need to get ready for tonight. I'll have molly stay and watch Harry-"

"No, stay here with him. I'll be fine. He needs you more"

"Merlin Remus, it could just be a cold" Sirius shook his head laughing "Prongs and Lily will be glad there is a mother hen in you. You always get so worked up when he gets sick" Remus didn't reply, he only looked away and Sirius assumed it was the moons pull that was getting to him.

"Go home, he'll be fine"

Remus did as instructed and headed towards the fireplace. With one last glance up the stairs, he went back to his cottage.

By the time Sirius was on his way to Harry's room, Ron met him at the top of the stairs and Sirius could see the fear in his eyes.

"Something is wrong with Harry!" He panicked. Sirius ran into Harry's side and saw him. He was withering in bed moaning in pain. His skin was burning hurt and from the looks of it was asleep. Sirius ran to his side trying to get him to wake up, but he wasn't responding. He ran to the kitchen to get the fever reducing potion and brought it up to Harry. Molly saw his panic and he told her what was happening. Both adults went to Harry's room and again Sirius tried to wake the boy up so he could take the potion. He opened his eyes and drank what was given to him, but the minute the potion settled in his stomach, he started to throw up blood.

Sirius's pale skin got whiter. This was not a cold, this was something worse.