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Chapter one

After the death of Dumbledore, Harry returned to Privet drive for the last time. His thoughts were on what he had to do now, it was his job to finish what Dumbledore started, looking for and destroying every piece of Voldemorts soul. Harry never told Hermione and Ron just how scared he was, not about dying, he'd almost died a few times in his short life, so he expected to die before this war finished. He was scared for his friends, for the Weasley's, for the staff at Hogwarts, for every creature, even for the muggles. If Harry couldn't find these horcruxes, Voldemort would live and kill forever.

He sat in his bedroom going through everything he owned, which wasn't a lot. He sorted out his trunk because he knew since he was not returning to Hogwarts, he didn't need his old books or his old school clothes. He went through his books to see which ones he might need, which spells might come in handy after he left. He started to sort everything into piles, he put books like divination, astronomy and history into the discard pile. He knew the books that Sirius and Remus had given him would come in handy, they were all books on advance spells and charms.

For two weeks Harry hardly left his bedroom, he didn't want to spend any time with the Dursleys. They knew something had happened for Harry to return home before the end of the school year, but Harry wasn't going to explain anything to them and he certainly didn't want them to know that Dumbledore was dead. Harry was sure that it was only Dumbledore's threats that kept them from going to hard with any punishment they saw fit to place on him. He'd been hit so hard by his uncle that a few times he'd ended up in muggle hospitals with his aunt telling the doctors that Harry had come home looking that way and thought he must have gotten into a fight. His aunt put on a great act of pretending to be concerned about Harry. He knew he couldn't do much, not after Dumbledore explained why he had to remain in that house and with his mother's blood. So Harry put up with it because he knew he would gone soon and one way or another he would either be dead or gone for good, he hoped gone but either way he would never see the Dursleys again.

After finally arguing with his uncle about going with the order, they finally left with Hestia Jones and Dedilus Diggle to go into hiding. Even though Harry hated the Dursleys, he didn't want them tortured or killed and he knew if Voldemort found them, they would be tortured to find out where Harry was. So now Harry was pacing around the empty house waiting for the order to arrive to take him away before the protection his mother gave him broke.

After they arrived and Mad-eye explained the plan, with Harry trying to argue about how dangerous it was, the seven Harry Potter's all left. With a lot of inventive flying and spells, they escaped. Harry and Hagrid got healed by Mr. and Mrs. Tonks before taking a port key to the Burrow only to find out that some hadn't arrived back. Harry saw Mrs. Weasley was worried even if she tried to act normal. Harry also noticed Ginny looked scared and Ginny never got scared, but Harry knew it was because the rest of her family were still out there somewhere. They stood together, holding hands while they waited. Then finally the others started to arrive back but with George losing an ear due to Snape and Mad-eye dying because Mundungus Fletcher got scared and took off.

After proving he was really Harry, they explained about Mad-eye, toasted him before Harry thought about what to do next. No one wanted him to leave, even though Harry thought it was the best plan, but he relented and stayed, until he turned seventeen.

Harry helped the Weasley's clean up ready to make the Burrow neat and presentable for Bill and Fleur's wedding. When Harry, Hermione and Ron tried to work on their plans, Mrs. Weasley kept giving them jobs that kept them separated which was frustrating Harry greatly.

Even though Harry told Mrs. Weasley he didn't want any sort of celebration for his birthday, since they were putting on a wedding, she insisted on inviting a few friends. A few days before Harry's seventeenth birthday and even though he knew it was dangerous, Harry snuck out of the house while everyone slept. Once he got past the wards, he apparated to London, to Grimmauld place. He hurried up the stair and into the house. Harry needed something, so he thought going to where Sirius lived just might give him what he needed, even if Harry had no idea what that was.

As Harry walked up the stairs towards Sirius' old bedroom, he heard a very soft noise coming from one of the other rooms. Harry knew this place was still under the fidelius charm, but he also knew that Snape, being a death eater after all, he could enter the house. So Harry grabbed his wand and quickly made his way towards the noise. He heard it again, and Harry thought it sounded like crying, like a woman crying, now he just hoped that Grimmauld place wasn't haunted by some woman from Sirius' family, even though none of them ever saw a ghost in the house before, Harry didn't take anything for granted anymore.

So Harry slowly and as quietly as he could, turned the handle and peered into the room. Who he saw shocked him and wondered what in the name of merlin was going on. Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks was lying across the bed sobbing into the pillow. Harry saw her only a couple of days ago and thought she looked happy now she had married Remus. They hadn't had a lot of time to talk, Harry wanted to speak with Remus because he'd been happy for his friend. He stood there watching Tonks cry and wondered if he should let her know he was there, then wondered if he could do anything to help.

Harry never liked crying girls, he didn't know what to say or do, but he liked Tonks a lot and now she was married to Remus, she felt like family because Remus had been one of his father's best friends. Finally Harry stepped into the room, closed the door, then gently sat on the bed. Within seconds Tonks had looked up at him she threw her arms around him sobbing into his chest. Harry still had no idea what to say or do, so all he could think of was wrapping his arms around her and let her cry, and wait to see if she would explain what was going on.