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The wind echoed quietly around the house, rattling the windows some, and waking a 17 year old boy from his sleep.

Harry Potter opened his eyes, staring up at the blank wall above him.

He turned onto his side, closing his eyes again, trying to get back to sleep. He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot.

A loud bang echoed throughout the house.

Harry sat up immediately, swiping off his glasses of the bedside table, jamming them on, and groping for his wand in the darkness.

'Lumos!'

A small beam of light appeared at the end of Harry's wand. Harry threw off the blankets, shuffling quietly toward the door. When he heard a scream, Harry knew something was wrong, and threw open the door.

'No--please, leave her...'

'Lord Voldemort spares no one...'

Harry gasped. 'Voldemort!'

The young boy flew down the stairs, shouting, 'EXPALLIARMUS!' The spell was deflected, but Harry attempted again. 'Uncle Vernon! Aunt Petunia!'

'DUDDYKINS!!'

Harry stepped into the living room.

It was an eerie sight; Voldemort seemed to be glowing with a strange light, illuminating the room. The three Dursleys cowered in the corner, Aunt Petunia shaking uncontrollably, Uncle Vernon, wide eyed, both of them covering Dudley, whose sobs were muffled by his parents.

'NO!'

Harry threw himself at Voldemort, attempting to knock him down, but to no avail. He pointed his wand at Voldemort's back, who surprisingly hadn't moved.

Voldemort turned.

Harry's scar seared with pain. His eyes started to water, and he had to keep himself from falling to the floor.

'Harry Potter... We meet again!' Voldemort turned his wand on Harry.

'YOU WON'T TOUCH HIM!'

It happened all at once. Voldemort turned as Aunt Petunia came rushing towards him; there was a blast of green light, and all three Dursleys lay on the floor: dead.

'NO!'

The room was showered with brilliant shafts of light. Remus Lupin stood there, along with several other witches and wizards, wands all pointing toward Voldemort. 'Moriartre!' The people all hollered in unison, and Voldemort was thrown toward the window. There was an ear splitting smash as he hit it, and rolled into the street.

'Curse you, Harry Potter! You will die!'

Voldemort disappeared.

Harry slumped the ground. He was sobbing wildly. His cries echoed out into the night.

The Aurors and Order members came rushing toward him. Mrs. Weasley was among them, hugging Harry very hard, muffling his sobs. She rocked him back and forth until he was asleep. Molly flicked her wand gently, and Harry started to float.

'Remus, what will we do? The poor boy’s got nowhere to go.'

Remus thought for a moment.

'For now, Molly, you will just have to take him under your wing. There’s nothing else we can do. He has no more family, or relatives, and Dumbledore’s gone, so he can’t protect him…'

Remus swallowed. Losing Dumbledore was the worst thing to happen to the Wizarding World since Voldemort had come back.

'All right then, I’ll have to wake him up for slide-along Apparition.'

Molly had no need to bend down, for Harry was floating just at her height.

'Harry, dear, get up, please, we’re going to the Burrow.'

She shook him gently; Harry only stirred, but very slightly.

'All right then.'

Molly Weasley took hold of Harry’s arm, and with a crack, they both vanished into the night.