Chapter 1: Leaving Privet Drive

Harry Potter was once again trapped at Privet Drive, isolated from the rest of the world. It had been a week since he had come here and all he had was eat, sleep or go to the bathroom. If anyone could see his eyes closely, they would recognize the pain in them.

His godfather had died some days ago and it was because of his own fault. He had been so dumb as to follow blindly after his dreams and his dumbness had led to Sirius's death.

Harry kicked his trunk very hard and lay on the floor whimpering in pain. His trunk had several marks where he had kicked it several times before.

Damn! I've got to stop doing that. Harry was still feeling depressed and frustrated when he heard a soft knock on the window. He opened the window to find an over excited owl "Pigwidgeon" carrying two letters which were already heavy enough for him.

The first letter was from Ron:

Dear Harry,

I hope the muggles are treating you well. Dumbledore has made us come to Grimmauld Place due to our being prime targets and all. Hermione is also here because Dumbledore said our friendship is well known and bound to attract You-know-Who's attention.

Well enough of the boring stuff, Fred and George are going pretty well with their shop, they're literally raking in galleons! I can't wait to visit, but Mum says we'll have to wait until you come with us.

Speaking of which Dad will come to pick you up in about three days.

See you soon mateRon

The second letter apparently was from Hermione, but unlike Ron who had altogether ignored mentioning Sirius, Harry knew Hermione's letter wouldn't be the same.

Dear Harry

How are you? I know you must be killing yourself isolated from all of us like last year and right after the loss of Sirius. Harry please, it wasn't your fault, if it was anybody's it was Voldemort's fault. Once again, Sirius died as he would've liked and you couldn't have known nor prevented it.

And now on to other matters, I'm really frustrated, I don't know if I did well enough on my OWLs or not. And since we took OWLs, we didn't receive any summer homework. Its getting really boring here, no homework and no going out. The Order is busy for obvious reasons.

I know these are the first letters we're writing and I'm sorry about that but Dumbledore forbade us to write more than one letter in a week. Dumbledore also mentioned a few other things but I can't discuss that right now. But when you come here I'll tell you everything you want to know.

Hermione

Harry knew Hermione was afraid of him exploding like last year again. The letters had only slightly broken the monotony of Harry's everyday in Privet Drive and it wasn't much time before Harry returned to sulking, sleeping and eating only.

Harry hadn't thought much about the Prophecy then but now after eight days in Privet Drive he recalled it perfectly. It didn't matter to him then and didn't matter to him now, but he was a bit confused as to why Dumbledore hadn't still arranged for some kind of training for him.

After all, he had to face Voldemort one day, not that he hadn't faced him a few times already and escaped due to sheer luck. And the DADA teachers that Dumbledore had put them through, with the exception of Remus Lupin weren't getting them anywhere. He supposed the DA had been quite useful for all of the its members, especially if they were to one day become involved in a full scale war. But the DA was for teaching others, and Harry wanted someone to teach him something so that he could at least be ready for Voldemort one day.

Harry then began to debate, whether or not to tell Ron and Hermione about the prophecy. He supposed it wasn't too dangerous to tell them about the first part but then he even decided against telling them that. He knew that they're friendships with him would suffer as they would see him with fear and sadness like he was destined to die, and then they would give him fake assurances that everything would be okay and he would finally defeat Voldemort.

Another week passed and Harry was starting to think whether Ron was telling the truth or not. And it was one night thinking this that he heard a small pop sound. He jumped out of bed, wand raised to find Mr. Weasley standing there. Hastily putting his wand back into his pocket he greeted him. "Hello Mr. Weasley!".

"Hello Harry, get your stuff and hurry up, hold on to this portkey and we'll be getting there immediately" Mr. Weasley barely whispered. Harry got up pulled his trunk out from underneath the bed which was already packed. Harry stepped forward to place his hand on the portkey, an old pocket watch. Harry wondered whether Death eaters could also apparate into his house like Mr. Weasley just did, just as Mr. Weasley said the activation word "Phoenix"

AN: Okay so this is the first chapter, hope you like it. Expect the next chapter in a day or two and it will also be longer. Reviews plz!