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JulieAnn · 02-11-2007, 12:10 AM

AN: Because I have most of this story already written, I can post a lot more often, while I continue writing the end (I am bad for writers block

) Also anything in italicized and in blue is a memory or a dream, or something along those lines (usually a memory).

Chapter 1: The Burrow

School had ended for the summer, the train had taken them home and no one was sure there would even be a school to reopen in the fall. Dumbledore had been murdered, and without his protection, most people in the wizarding world were afraid that Voldemort would take out his wrath and frustrations on the school and its inhabitants.

Harry had decided that he could not spend the rest of his life being scared for his loved ones, constantly wondering who he would see die next in his nightly visions, and wondering if the pain from his scar burning would finally drive him to insanity.

After losing the argument with Ron and Hermione about needing to go alone, packing, trying to convince them some more, winning the argument with Ginny for her to stay safely with her parents, losing his temper with Ron and Hermione, getting care packages and hints from the staff and DA members who came by the Burrow, Harry had finally given up and agreed that he needed Ron and Hermione with him on this journey.

It was early June, and the morning dawned as dark and dreary as Harry’s mood.

“Fitting,” he thought with more than a small hint of sarcasm, “what a perfect day to start out.” He and Ron dressed and headed downstairs for some breakfast.

He shot a quick angry glance out the kitchen window, irrationally hoping that the sky had cleared in the time that it had taken him to get ready and come down stairs. He rolled his eyes as it began to drizzle. “Fine!” He burst out, causing the people already in the kitchen to look up at him in alarm.

He sat down at the table, scowling at the plate that was immediately placed in front of him.

They had all agreed that traveling light was in their best interest, therefore had decided to enchant their bags to hold more than would appear, while still being lightweight. Their bags were so lightweight in fact that they were floating midair and kept bumping into people.

Hermione, already in the kitchen, was trying unsuccessfully to eat a piece of toast. She kept looking up at Harry nervously, as though silently asking him to reconsider this insane mission. Harry, with difficulty, resisted the urge to yell at her that she didn’t have to go with him, no one was forcing her.

Sighing at his lack of patience, Harry looked around the room at all of the people that he had grown to love over the years. They had all experienced loss, and they were all hurting. They were all counting on him to end the terror, the uncertainty, to destroy Voldemort once and for all. Harry suddenly and with a sense of finality realized the burden that had been placed on his shoulders was one that no one, especially a 16 year old boy, should have to carry. To succeed where many full grown, powerful Witches and Wizards had failed was near impossible, and judging by the looks on the faces of the people surrounding him, they had realized this as well. Failure however, was not an option.

Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table pretending to read the Daily Prophet, however, his eyes hadn’t moved once from the page that he had opened.

Ginny, sitting next to her father, was scowling, looking up every few minutes to cast dirty looks in various people’s directions, always ending back at Harry.

Mrs. Weasley was moving about the kitchen speaking with people in a very false overly cheery voice, all the while tears could be seen brimming at the very edge of her eyes, always threatening to cascade over.

Fred and George had come by the night before and decided to stay to see the group off in the morning. They were trying to get Hermione and Ginny to laugh by bewitching the bacon and eggs to do a risqué can-can dance across the table. Normally this would have had the girls, and everyone else for that matter, in fits of giggles, but this morning, it had no effect except perhaps to help Hermione lose what little breakfast she had been able to eat.

“Sorry Hermione” said Fred sheepishly, “We were only trying to help.” added George as he vanished the mess on the floor.

There was a quick knock on the door causing everyone inside to jump. Tonks and Lupin entered the room, and although the mood was somber, Harry could see smiles begin to light up the faces of several people upon seeing the couple. Those smiles however froze on their faces when they got a good look at Tonks.

Nymphadora Tonks, a metamorphmagus whose powers tie closely into her emotions, apparently couldn’t decide if she wanted to be happy that she was finally in a relationship with Lupin or depressed because of the death of Dumbledore and the prospect of Harry, Hermione and Ron setting out to attempt to do what no one had been able to do as of yet.

She was wearing a black peddle pushers with a pink Weird Sister T-shirt, but what made her appearance so completely odd was that half of her hair was straight mousy brown and hanging limply down her back, and the other half was short, bright pink and spiky.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at her.

“I know, I know, I have already tried.” She said with a sigh and a slight smile. “I spoke with my grandmother this morning, and she said something similar happened to her, but she refused to go into it.”

“Oh, yes, of course dear.” Mrs. Weasley said, trying to sound like she had not only already expected that outcome, but that it was perfectly normal to encounter someone in that predicament.

Tonks’ unusual entrance had broken the ice to some effect, and light conversation erupted around the table.

“I know everyone is asking you this, but how are you doing?” Lupin asked as he sat down next to Harry.

“All things considered, not good” replied Harry, attempting a joke and failing miserably.

“Where are you planning on starting Harry?” Tonks asked as she reached for a peace of toast, smothering it with jelly, causing the still queasy Hermione to gag and bolt from the room..

“Well, I need to go back to my Aunt and Uncle’s at least for a day in order to insure that Dumbledore’s protection lasts until my birthday. Then I am going to Godric’s Hollow.” Harry replied.

All conversation in the kitchen stopped. Lupin took a sharp intake of breath and a pained look crossed his face.

“Isn’t that where –,“

“Hush George!” interrupted Mrs. Weasley, a shaking hand covering her mouth.

Every one stared at Harry, waiting for him to speak. “Godric’s Hollow is where it all began, at least my involvement anyway.” Harry chuckled bitterly, “So that is where I am going to start. I need to find the other Horcruxes before I can even think about going after Voldemort.” there was a combined shudder of the group. “Besides,” Harry continue ignoring the group shudder, “I need to do it right and fast, the first time. Everyone wants to go back to school next term!”

“As if that is what everyone is worried about, honestly Harry Potter!” Ginny’s sobs could be heard throughout the house as she ran upstairs.

Every one looked around at each other, confused; trying to figure out what had caused her outburst. Harry dropped his head on the table, over come with grief and guilt; he couldn’t tell which felt worse.

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JulieAnn DA Secret Keeper RWFC B'day Blast officer SS100 Triumphant Snidget Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: Thanks so much Mich for the Avvie and the Siggy!! You Rock my Socks!! Posts: 2,545 Hogwarts RPG Name: Athena Evans (A twin) Third	Chapter 1: The Burrow AN: Because I have most of this story already written, I can post a lot more often, while I continue writing the end (I am bad for writers block ) Also anything in italicized and in blue is a memory or a dream, or something along those lines (usually a memory). Chapter 1: The Burrow School had ended for the summer, the train had taken them home and no one was sure there would even be a school to reopen in the fall. Dumbledore had been murdered, and without his protection, most people in the wizarding world were afraid that Voldemort would take out his wrath and frustrations on the school and its inhabitants. Harry had decided that he could not spend the rest of his life being scared for his loved ones, constantly wondering who he would see die next in his nightly visions, and wondering if the pain from his scar burning would finally drive him to insanity. After losing the argument with Ron and Hermione about needing to go alone, packing, trying to convince them some more, winning the argument with Ginny for her to stay safely with her parents, losing his temper with Ron and Hermione, getting care packages and hints from the staff and DA members who came by the Burrow, Harry had finally given up and agreed that he needed Ron and Hermione with him on this journey. It was early June, and the morning dawned as dark and dreary as Harry’s mood. “Fitting,” he thought with more than a small hint of sarcasm, “what a perfect day to start out.” He and Ron dressed and headed downstairs for some breakfast. He shot a quick angry glance out the kitchen window, irrationally hoping that the sky had cleared in the time that it had taken him to get ready and come down stairs. He rolled his eyes as it began to drizzle. “Fine!” He burst out, causing the people already in the kitchen to look up at him in alarm. He sat down at the table, scowling at the plate that was immediately placed in front of him. They had all agreed that traveling light was in their best interest, therefore had decided to enchant their bags to hold more than would appear, while still being lightweight. Their bags were so lightweight in fact that they were floating midair and kept bumping into people. Hermione, already in the kitchen, was trying unsuccessfully to eat a piece of toast. She kept looking up at Harry nervously, as though silently asking him to reconsider this insane mission. Harry, with difficulty, resisted the urge to yell at her that she didn’t have to go with him, no one was forcing her. Sighing at his lack of patience, Harry looked around the room at all of the people that he had grown to love over the years. They had all experienced loss, and they were all hurting. They were all counting on him to end the terror, the uncertainty, to destroy Voldemort once and for all. Harry suddenly and with a sense of finality realized the burden that had been placed on his shoulders was one that no one, especially a 16 year old boy, should have to carry. To succeed where many full grown, powerful Witches and Wizards had failed was near impossible, and judging by the looks on the faces of the people surrounding him, they had realized this as well. Failure however, was not an option. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table pretending to read the Daily Prophet, however, his eyes hadn’t moved once from the page that he had opened. Ginny, sitting next to her father, was scowling, looking up every few minutes to cast dirty looks in various people’s directions, always ending back at Harry. Mrs. Weasley was moving about the kitchen speaking with people in a very false overly cheery voice, all the while tears could be seen brimming at the very edge of her eyes, always threatening to cascade over. Fred and George had come by the night before and decided to stay to see the group off in the morning. They were trying to get Hermione and Ginny to laugh by bewitching the bacon and eggs to do a risqué can-can dance across the table. Normally this would have had the girls, and everyone else for that matter, in fits of giggles, but this morning, it had no effect except perhaps to help Hermione lose what little breakfast she had been able to eat. “Sorry Hermione” said Fred sheepishly, “We were only trying to help.” added George as he vanished the mess on the floor. There was a quick knock on the door causing everyone inside to jump. Tonks and Lupin entered the room, and although the mood was somber, Harry could see smiles begin to light up the faces of several people upon seeing the couple. Those smiles however froze on their faces when they got a good look at Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks, a metamorphmagus whose powers tie closely into her emotions, apparently couldn’t decide if she wanted to be happy that she was finally in a relationship with Lupin or depressed because of the death of Dumbledore and the prospect of Harry, Hermione and Ron setting out to attempt to do what no one had been able to do as of yet. She was wearing a black peddle pushers with a pink Weird Sister T-shirt, but what made her appearance so completely odd was that half of her hair was straight mousy brown and hanging limply down her back, and the other half was short, bright pink and spiky. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and stared at her. “I know, I know, I have already tried.” She said with a sigh and a slight smile. “I spoke with my grandmother this morning, and she said something similar happened to her, but she refused to go into it.” “Oh, yes, of course dear.” Mrs. Weasley said, trying to sound like she had not only already expected that outcome, but that it was perfectly normal to encounter someone in that predicament. Tonks’ unusual entrance had broken the ice to some effect, and light conversation erupted around the table. “I know everyone is asking you this, but how are you doing?” Lupin asked as he sat down next to Harry. “All things considered, not good” replied Harry, attempting a joke and failing miserably. “Where are you planning on starting Harry?” Tonks asked as she reached for a peace of toast, smothering it with jelly, causing the still queasy Hermione to gag and bolt from the room.. “Well, I need to go back to my Aunt and Uncle’s at least for a day in order to insure that Dumbledore’s protection lasts until my birthday. Then I am going to Godric’s Hollow.” Harry replied. All conversation in the kitchen stopped. Lupin took a sharp intake of breath and a pained look crossed his face. “Isn’t that where –,“ “Hush George!” interrupted Mrs. Weasley, a shaking hand covering her mouth. Every one stared at Harry, waiting for him to speak. “Godric’s Hollow is where it all began, at least my involvement anyway.” Harry chuckled bitterly, “So that is where I am going to start. I need to find the other Horcruxes before I can even think about going after Voldemort.” there was a combined shudder of the group. “Besides,” Harry continue ignoring the group shudder, “I need to do it right and fast, the first time. Everyone wants to go back to school next term!” “As if that is what everyone is worried about, honestly Harry Potter!” Ginny’s sobs could be heard throughout the house as she ran upstairs. Every one looked around at each other, confused; trying to figure out what had caused her outburst. 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