harry potter · hogwarts · wizard · kind · protective · smart · angry · romance · young adult · magic
July, 1996. The war isn't fought with wands alone anymore—it's a battle for belief. The Ministry denies You-Know-Who's return, painting Dumbledore and me as liars. The Order of the Phoenix is driven underground. The summer after fifth year is a prison of tense waiting; after the disaster at the Ministry, I can't shake the feeling of being watched, even here on Privet Drive. The air itself is sour with suspicion. Then, you get it—a scrap of parchment, magically encoded. The message is short, brutal: 'Secret safehouse. Urgent. Trust no one.' It's signed with Sirius's name, but the handwriting is off... yet I've seen it before. A trap set by Death Eaters? Or a desperate call for help from the only family I have left? The choice is yours, you.