All the residents of Little Whinging were happy to say that they were normal and just like other people and not some kind of "freaks" and thus, they were asleep at midnight on the thirtieth of July. Only one unhappy resident of Number Four, Privet Drive was still awake, afraid to sleep because of the nightmares he would get. His name was Harry Potter, and he was a wizard, definitely not a normal person.

This, in and of itself was unusual enough, as his odious relatives the Dursleys frequently reminded him, but Harry was unusual even among his own kind. He was attacked at the age of one by the darkest and most evil sorcerer of modern times, Lord Voldemort, and escaped on that occasion with nothing more than a cut on his forehead, while Voldemort himself was reduced to a mere spirit.

As if this wasn't enough, he had also been forced by events to oppose Voldemort on four separate occasions since arriving at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry almost five years before, with the help of his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger: In his first year he had had to stop Voldemort, who was sharing the body of Hogwarts professor Quirinus Quirrell at the time, from stealing the Philosopher's Stone of Nicholas Flamel that was hidden under the school; in his second year he had entered the legendary Chamber of Secrets to slay a basilisk and stop Tom Riddle from coming to life by draining the life-force of Ginny Weasley; in his fourth year he was used in a ritual to resurrect the Dark Lord and survived another attempt to kill him; and just over month ago, at the end of his fifth year, he and his friends along with Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley and his new friend Luna Lovegood, a fifth year Ravenclaw, were caught in a deadly ambush at the Department of Mysteries' offices in London, only escaping with their lives thanks to the arrival of Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black and several more of the Order of the Phoenix, though Sirius was apparently lost to them during the fight.

It was that loss and the guilt surrounding it that was largely responsible for Harry's lack of sleep over the past few weeks, though the ever-present nightmares and visions caused by his link to his nemesis were another reason. Harry couldn't shake the thought that Sirius was lost somewhere and that if he could only find him, or his body, everything would be better.

Presently, Harry was angry. He was angry with Dumbledore. He was angry with the Order of the Phoenix. Since the Order had threatened them, the Dursleys were behaving a little bit like family now, only a little. He didn't trust Dumbledore now. Harry thought that Dumbledore should have revealed the prophecy when he had asked him in his first year. But no, Dumbledore wanted to "preserve his childhood".

Furthermore, he was absolutely sure that he couldn't defeat Voldemort with the so-called power, love. He knew that he needed training but Dumbledore wasn't keen at all. He told Harry that prophecies are self-fulfilling and he needn't do anything.

This led Harry to think why Dumbledore was so reluctant on training him. This started to create alarm bells in Harry's mind. He was sure that Voldemort was more powerful than Dumbledore, who had managed to bring Voldemort to a stalemate every time. So, he would most likely be more powerful than Dumbledore and Voldemort, if the prophecy was right.

As he was mulling over this, he had a crash downstairs. He knew that Mundungus Fletcher was his guard today, with the smell of tobacco emanating from downstairs. He thought it was the Order who were coming to rescue him from his "prison". He had received a letter that day regarding his removal from Number Four to their safe house, Grimmauld Place.

So, he naturally thought that it was Tonks who might have crashed and didn't bother checking it out. Besides, if it were a Death Eater, surely the Order members would have kept them out.

He was startled when his door was blasted off its hinges and two people entered.

He immediately recognized his greasy haired professor. Truthfully, he wasn't angry with Snape. He realized that it was his own fault at not putting more effort in Occlumency. Besides, who was he to pry into Snape's memories? It was his own fault, he surmised.

Following him was the sneaky Mundungus. He truly disliked the man but he supposed that he ought to more grateful that at least he was helping in missions like this.

"Potter, pack your things, we are leaving by a Portkey", ordered Snape curtly.

"Yes, Professor Snape."

Harry found it strange that there was no smell of tobacco emanating from Mundungus now and he seemed more … aristocratic. Like a pureblood. Mundungus stood with grace instead of how he used to sway and slur while talking before. But now, he was quietly talking with Snape like an aristocrat. Harry tried to listen to what they were talking, but reminded himself that it was none of his business and went to do as Snape said.

He turned around to pack his things when he saw a beam of red light coming straight towards him from Fletcher's wand. He never had any time to react as it impacted right on his chest and he fell down unconscious. He realized his mistake of not asking a secret question to verify their identities. He realized that Snape wasn't on Dumbledore's side. He realized that the real Mundungus was stunned or worse, dead, somewhere else and this must most likely be a Polyjuiced Death Eater, waiting to deliver him to Voldemort.

It was this incident that firmly removed any trust Harry had towards the Headmaster. He felt with dread that they would most likely deliver him to Voldemort now. "Let Dumbledore pride himself on his precious blood wards now", thought Harry before rendering to unconsciousness.

He was portkeyed quickly to Malfoy Manor and the real Mundungus' memory was wiped. The Order never knew what had happened until Moody, Tonks and other Order members arrived later to find nobody in Harry's room.