Harry Potter ann The Secret of the Vails

Summary: This is my stab at the sixth installment of the HP series, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Mrs. Rowling.

Review: Yes, please

And I must also say that this is my first attempt at writing HP fanfic, so pleases be understanding in your criticisms.

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The Ticket Out

The calm breeze drifted lazily over the chicken pox houses of Privet Drive, with not a fellow out and wondering in sight. The moon was shone clearly in the star glazed sky, as the occupants of the tell same square houses were turning in for an early night.

Even the quite buzz of distant cars did nothing to cause a source of magnificent sound in the dull and steady neighborhood. For fear of being subject in an unpleasant roust.

A dark silhouette could be seen walking along on the sidewalk, going nowhere in particular, and having no particular reason for being out. The gentle lights from the street lamps cast an easy light on his face, from his unruly jet black hair, to the protuberant scar glimmering on his forehead behind estranged tufts of hair.

It was the second week of June, and the ninth day of the most boring and dull beginning to Harry\'s Summer break. Even the occasional riot and bickering with the Dursleys did nothing to quench his thirst to return to the wizarding world. The need to escape from the drone of the muggle world was itching away at his insides, and Harry had never been one for subtle patience.

He stopped shortly in front of the porch steps leading to the Dursley\'s bland, cream colored and cynical home, the house depicting its inhabitants effortlessly. The light to the livingroom could be faintly seen and Harry was pretty sure that Dudley hadn\'t arrived home yet from his exhibitions, for he would have heard and recognized the thick guffawing of his posse from a mere street away. He looked up into the night sky, perchance to see Hedwig flying back with a morsel clasped in her beak, but all was silent, with no view of wings in sight.

Harry sighed once before climbing the stone steps and tentatively standing, with his hand reaching for the door. He slowly turns the knob, expecting any level of noise to draw Uncle Vernon out and result in a tiresome game of Twenty Questions. However, he has been quite lucky this summer, because of the friendly goodbye note delivered to Uncle Vernon from Moody and the rest of the Order, as Harry prepared for his departure back to Privet Drive. This meaning that his daily verbal harassment is kept to a minimum, the extra repression and caution being of no help to the ugly popping vain on Uncle Vernon\'s vast temple.

He opens the door and silently slithers inside, casting a quick glance at the back of Uncle Vernon\'s and Aunt Petunia\'s head, from behind the sofa, as they are engrossed in some absurdly meaningless report being broadcast on television. The show being about the necessity of having a clean environment in the house as to not spread any likeness of nasty germs. It was really in all affects, breathtakingly informative.

Harry quickly shuts the door and tip toes upstairs, not really fancying having a row or even communicating with any of the Dursleys at the moment.

Hedwig\'s cage is standing on an old dresser, and a chest full of his wizarding possessions is placed almost forgotten at the other end of the would-be room, just underneath the open window.

What he would give to be with the Weasleys at the moment, away from this so-called home he has come to despise. Any place is better than being cramped with the Dursleys, knowing that his stay is because Aunt Petunia\'s pity has surpassed unusual amounts pertaining to him. The other reason being that she made a compromise with Dumbledore some odd sixteen years ago, promising that Harry could call Privet Drive home for as long as necessary in order to keep him out of reach of harm\'s way. The only positive thing now is that he\'s being well informed of the on goings of the wizarding world as much as possible, unlike being kept worrying in the dark such as last year.

Harry lays down on his squeaky bed tiredly, wanting to go to sleep but too afraid to face the new set of dreams that occur continuously inside his head. The painful memories of witnessing Cedric\'s death at the Triwizard Tournament, have now given way to more profound nightmares of viewing Sirius die almost every night. At times, the two dreams coexist together, making one horror of a nightmare, to vivid not to be real. He closes his eyes wearily, knowing that sleep, like death, is likewise inevitable.

Soon though, he\'s feeling the weight settle upon his eyes, gently pulling him into oblivion. That is until a sudden loud crack resounds, rousing him alert and up in bed.

Harry stares surprisedly at the three dark and haggard forms of Mr. Weasley, Moody, and Lupin. All looking extremely bedraggled and tosseled as they flap at the light smoke around them form having apparated into Harry\'s room.

\"Well then Harry, what say we head on home,\" comes Mr. Weasley\'s soft reply as he meets Harry in a haste hug. Moody looks at Harry with what looks akin to a smile, while lupin shakes Harry\'s hand in earnest.

Harry gives them a smile of one being rescued from the restraints of a prison, and scampers around the room to pack his belongings. Half thinking of this fortunate new turn in plans.


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Well that\'s it for now, and hope that it wasn\'t too awful and that you enjoyed it. In all honesty, I don\'t know how long it\'s going to end up being in chapter wise, but hope you guys enjoy it all the same.

Thanks
~Preety