Things Change prt1

The great famous Harry Potter was on his Firebolt flying to London with only his truck stuffed to the gills. At this time he was the most vulnerable he had been in his life, because for the first time he was alone in the dark vast sky. Despite his love for flying he, Harry, was quite miserable, for he was heading to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place. To make matters worse he only came of age just a few minutes ago. So no more magical protection from the Dursleys.

Harry began to descend back down to Earth, getting closer to the ant sized street lamps. He was not completely focused on what lie ahead of him. Many things were swarming through his mind, he was no longer underage and safe nowhere; Snape had killed Dumbledor on the Astronomy Tower; Malfoy was a Death Eater because he had replaced his father; and he was never going to return to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts express. The last thought made him ache through his body.

Thump. Harry landed on the soft earth and set off in a quick pace with his Firebolt clutched in his hand. Only ten minutes had passed before he was at his desired location, Sirius’... no his house.

Harry was debating in his head at the top of the doorstep to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place with his packed and shrunken trunk, and his Firebolt. He gazed at all the little cracks in the door and on the wooden frame, that Sirius probably caused no doubt. He had shaken himself and quietly swore underneath his breath for being here. He had vowed that he’d never come back here again. But here he was, and there was something he had to do; research on Voldemort and this was the safest place he had known. Since Hogwarts and the Dursley’s would be the first place Voldemort would look for him.

Against his better judgment, he grudgingly opened the door and walked in a few paces. He was some what shocked to see Ron, Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione there. The entire house went silent with Harry’s presence, all the Weasleys were seated at the table with the remains of Exploding Snap and Hermione was sitting on the next to a wall reading. None of the Weasley brothers had changed since Harry had seen them last nor did Mrs. Weasley. But both Ginny and Hermione had; Ginny’s hair was lighter, she was almost two inches taller, and she had more curves. Hermione’s once bushy hair ad become straighter and she only had a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. As Harry took them all in Charlie stood up, knocking over his chair and motioned to Harry to follow him.

Harry left his trunk and Firebolt near the door, and then grudgingly followed Charlie. Charlie led them up two flights of stairs, past the portrait of Mrs. Black and the beheaded house elves and into the first bedroom on the right. The room was so dark and only lit up with one candle, giving it an eerie glow.

Charlie spoke in a low growl that was only just audible, “Why are you here? I thought you made a promise or a vow to never come back here again. I have heard of what you did to Ginny. As you know that I since I am the eldest, that I am most protective of my only sister. So you better watch your back, Potter.”