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Harry Potter and the Final Fight

Chapter 1

A dark silhouette could be seen through a closed, curtained window in the back of Number 4, Privet Drive. From the build of the moving figure, it was evidently male. In fact, it was a sixteen year old boy named Harry Potter, who lived with the only family he had left: the Dursleys. The boy was walking across the little room to a desk that could not be seen through the window, but was through his green eyes, which were covered by his round glasses; the wooden desk had a letter sitting upon it.

Prongs Jr.,

Appear the day of the seventh month dies at the entrance to Padfoot's place at the time you get this on Saturday. Bring all of your things. I'll be there.

Moony

Harry then turned around and began his nervous pacing, again. He had read this letter several times after its arrival at 5 p.m. that day. It took him a while, but he finally understood it: Remus Lupin wanted Harry to Apparate to the door of Grimmauld Place at 5 o'clock on July 31st. Harry had already calculated everything with the nervous energy building inside of him. July 31st would be the day that Harry would take his Apparation test, and it was also his seventeenth birthday.

Harry, his legs sore from pacing for about four hours straight, collapsed onto his messy bed, causing his things to bounce, and some rolled onto the floor. His old bed was covered with things he was going to bring with him on the trip to find the seven horcruxes. He turned his head to the stack of defensive spells in the corner of his small room.

Harry was almost ready to go on his hunt for the horcruxes, but was interrupted by this letter. He figured that the Order knew what he, and his two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, were going to do on his birthday. But now, he needed to go to his dead Godfathers' house to talk to people who wanted to oppose his decision of going with his teenaged friends. He didn't think that he would ever want to go into the house; too many memories haunted him here at Privet Drive, let alone in the house of Black.

The Order would probably say something like, "You should go with Mad-Eye or Kingsley; Kingsley could get off work at the Ministry, so you can't use work as an excuse." Also, they probably say that the three of them should go back to school to learn more spells and curses. They really didn't need to; they each had many books, including a copy of Standard Book of Spells (Grade 7), which Hermione had already memorized.

Harry sighed. He wanted to only go with his friends; they were the ones he trusted his life with, and would die for him if need be. Besides, he needed to be with them; he didn't know if he would survive to tell them good-bye otherwise.

He looked at his alarm clock; it read 9:00 p.m. in its bright, red numbers. His head ached more by just looking at it, and his legs were sore, so he decided that he would go to bed. He heaved himself up, walked around his school trunk, which was almost full of things needed for the hunt, and flipped the switch on the wall. The lights went out, and the only light came from the sliver of light under his door, and the orange, street lights through the closed window. He cautiously walked to his bed, and grabbed his blanket. He yanked it off to the side, and all of his things fell off with a clatter.

"Shut up, boy!" shouted his Uncle Vernon from the floor below. Harry didn't react to his Uncles' command; he just climbed into bed, fully dressed with glasses still in place, and fell asleep within seconds.