HI DE HO ALL! this is my lil sis charlotte's first fic and she's having some probs with her account, so she asked me to publish it! it's actually a really good story (and im not being biased because she's related to me!) and she's wriiten about 20 chappies with ALOT OF TEARS near the end! Truely heart-renching! So please read and kindly review! hugs and punches, sophie xoxoxox

Hi! This is my first fan fic, so be nice and review! um..by the way i would just like to say that there are more chapters to come soo ...keep reading! Enjoy!

HARRY POTTER AND THE HENDIZ OF MORTAL

Chapter 1: THE LAST DURSLEY OWL

Harry had that dream again. Where he was opening his very first letter from Hogwarts. He saw the name, scrawled neatly at the bottom, Albus Dumbeldore..

And woke up panting with a face glazed with tears.

He was having nighmares every night now.

Harry shivered and rolled unto his side and slid back into a fitful sleep, only to awake to the shrill chatter of Aunt Petunia from the kitchen early next morning.

Harry glanced groggily out the window. He could already see it would bea cold and tiring day at Privet Drive.

Harry lay on his bed, gazing at the ceiling feeling very sleepy and lethagic. Downstairs Harry could hear Aunt Petunia gossiping to Uncle Vernon.

"Have you seen them? Vernon, have you? They are the worst looking couple I have ever seen in my life! The man is so scruffy looking and has scars on his face! Oh! but the women (or girl) has… eurgh! Short horrid pink hair!" She snorted to herself.

"They bought that old house! You know, that black one with white shutters? And, oh! that funny looking green door! It's abnormal and so are the people that live inside it!" yelled Petunia, sitting down with a cup of tea while her hands were trembling.

Though Harry suddenly felt excited!

Pink hair, scruffy looking man? There are only two people in the world that could ever fit that description!

Without a second thought, Harry ran downstairs.

"What are their names?" asked Harry of Aunt Petunia in a hoarse voice.

Petunia eyed him suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?" she replied sniffily.

"Um well…you know I am very interested with...people who live in this neighbourhood. I like to know them. It's the least I can do!" said Harry. His aunt and uncle goggled at him as though he was an alien life form.

"You! Want to know people? Don't make me laugh boy!" guffawed Uncle Vernon, already laughing.

"They didn't say anything at all about their names, but I've heard they are the weirdest you've ever heard!" shuddered Petunia.

"I bet Petunia, they have just escaped from prison! I bet you anything! Ohh, I do hope they leave. Weirdos." said Vernon, reading the latest newspaper with a disgusted look on his face.

Suddenly there was a loud SCREECH!

A ragged-looking elderly owl flew in the window, leaving Vernon to shout at this: "YOU AND YOUR BLOODY OWLS, BOY!"

It flew over Harry and wearily dropped a letter at his feet. He untied it then ran up to his room, where he read the following:

Harry!

Guess what I know! This might be a little odd but…YOU'RE LEAVING THE DURSLEYS FOR GOOD! I know it's weird, but the Ministry thinks you would be safer with us! You'll live at our house! This time you'll be like my brother …but yeah Mum says we have to come and collect you in about a week, but I don't know how fast this shoddy bird can deliver. Well, Bill is nagging me about packing for the wedding. It's been so bloody annoying around here lately, as everyone is so excited about it. Especially Fleur. Not like I've noticed or anything.

See you soon,

Ron

Harry grinned with pleasure. He could not believe this! He was leaving Privet Drive forever!

But Dumbledore said I wasn't allowed to leave, he thought morosely.…then it hit Harry.

Dumbledore.

It was still such a great shock….That there was no-one to help him now. He would have to figure it all out by himself…

Harry had shut the realisation of the great wizard's death out for the last week. The sleepless nights worrying restlessly about the future had been enough pain to be getting on with.

He stared at the letter.

It stared back at him.

He wondered what it will be like to never stare back at those half moon spectacles again.

He wondered if he was going to be safe at the Burrow.

He wondered and he wondered and wondered until his eyelids drooped and total darkness surrounded him and his mind. For once Harry slipped into a comfortable sleep, devoid of worry, instead, brimful of happiness about the future for a change.

I will update really soon! hope you liked it.