So hi guys!
Yes, you see right, I got down to writing again and there is a revised version of my old Harry Potter FF with the latest status thanks to the information from Volume 5 o.o
So, I wish you a lot of fun

It rained; it had been raining all summer vacation. And Harry Potter hadn't left his room for that long. The whole time he was lying on his bed thinking about what had happened in the last few weeks of school. Not only that his best friends at Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, almost died thanks to his naivete - no! Thanks to him, and really only thanks to him, his godfather Sirius Black was dead now and he would never see him again, the only person from his family who was really worth something to him. Like the whole of last week, when he was back from Hogwarts at number four, Privet Drive, he blamed himself.How could you be so stupid and believe an old, shabby house-elf who hasn't left an old, crumbling house for decades? Harry alone was so naive. Even though Dumbledore had tried to talk him out of it, deep down Harry knew the truth. He stared up at the ceiling with red eyes. A click from the window startled him. Maybe it was an owl Hermione had borrowed, or Pig, Ron's owl with a letter! Even the week in which he hadn't seen his best friends felt like an eternity. But in half a sprint to the window he paused and said annoyed:
"Not again!"
In the last few days, after it became known that Lord Voldemort was once again free, owls kept coming in with letters apologizing for not believing him and making stupid comments on his article in the Quibbler. There was already a whole pile of such letters under the window.Almost routinely, he opened the window and took the letter from the owl. But unlike the others, she stayed on the windowsill, as if she wanted to deliver the answer to this letter too. So Harry quickly opened it and read:

Dear Mr. Potter,
In the past few months some things have appeared in our Daily Prophet about you that may not be entirely true.
I just wanted to apologize to you once on behalf of the whole publisher, as we portrayed you as a selfish liar who just wanted to draw attention to himself. However, as the Minister of Magic read in the last few days, every statement you made was true and he, whose name may not be mentioned, is actually with us again.
In order to make up for these possibly hurtful statements on our part, I would like to offer you a lifelong subscription to the Daily Prophet so that you can continue to be up to date.Simply send back the enclosed declaration of consent with the owl who also delivered this letter to you. Enclosed is also a free copy from today.
In the hope of an early answer and your forgiveness, I remain with best regards,

Roxanne Tayler
Editor-in-chief

"Pah, they just want me not to spread anything wrong about their newspaper! But well, it shouldn't be my disadvantage!" Harry said grimly and reached for the quill and inkwell that were on his bedside table and filled out the enclosed slip of paper , tied it to the owl's leg and it disappeared again with a significant rustle of its feathers into the sulfur-yellow sky, from which it would soon thunder and lightning. Suddenly he realized that he had to write the letter to the Order of the Phoenix again, in which he assured the members that everything was in order. So Harry sat bored at his desk and wrote the short message.As soon as his snowy owl Hedwig was back from the hunt, he would send her away with the letter.
Suddenly a choked scream made Harry jump. Why had Aunt Petunia screamed if suddenly innumerable wizards in black robes and masks were not appered in front of their faces in their hygienically clean kitchen? Immediately unrestrained hatred rose again in Harry. He sprinted to his school case, took out his wand, and sprinted down the stairs. The Dursleys were sitting in the living room watching the news, but Aunt Petunia had backed up to the door and held her hands in front of her oversized horse teeth in shock. But then she was pushed aside by her son, who, his hands pressed in panic on his fat bottom, stormed out and past his cousin into his room. Harry dashed forward, jumped into the living room, and pointed his wand at the person in the long wizarding cloak standing in the middle of the room."STUP ...", but he got no further, because the magician had already reacted and disarmed him with a quick "Expelliarmus". His wand flew out of his hand and Harry himself stumbled back a few steps. Only then did he realize who he almost shocked:
In front of him stood Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts and arguably the most powerful wizard Harry knew.
Hello Harry, "he said, smiling weakly." Good day to you too. I'm sorry that I had to disarm you, but otherwise you would either have shocked me or I would have had to use a Protego spell and that would have destroyed this wonderfully furnished room a bit. "
"Pro ... Professor Dumbledore! Sorry, but I thought ..."
"You probably thought the Death Eaters had got this far and wanted to finish what they couldn't do two weeks ago?"
"Yeah ... I'm really sorry ..."
"You don't have to, Harry.I should have announced myself beforehand. So your reaction was perfectly justified. ", then he took out his wand, flicked it slightly out of his wrist and the exact same Chintz armchair as he had a year ago at the hearing at the Ministry of Magic appeared.
"Oh yes, the reason for my presence. This one," he sat down on the chair, rummaged through his robes, pulled out the annual letter that every Hogwarts student received and pressed it into Harry's hand. "I thought if I come here anyway, then I can give it to you personally." He placed the armchair directly across from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who are now back on the sofa next to hers with ashen faces Mann had settled down and reached for one of the pastries, which were neatly placed on a plate on the living room table in the shape of a pyramid."How dare you?" Rumbled Uncle Vernon, slowly regaining his composure. "First you scare my family almost to death, then you place an almost falling apart piece of bulky rubbish in the middle of my living room and then you dare to eat some of the pastries my wife spent tedious time in the kitchen for? Who are you anyway ? "
The director looked a little perplexed at first, then he put the cookie back in its place, leaned back, put the tips of his long fingers together and looked alternately at Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon over them.
A booming silence fell over the room and inwardly Harry hoped that Dumbledore would take his uncle apart in the air for this insolence, even if he knew his headmaster wouldn't do that. Aunt Petunia hissed:
"Vernon, shhht!"
"No Petunia I will not be silent!It's really going too far! Every year dozens of owls come here and bother us all summer vacation, my sister gets inflated, flying cars damage my house, this baggage makes me think of a raffle to lure me out of the house and that one ", and he goes with it The hand waved to Harry, "to get out of here and now one of them just appears here in my living room, disturbs me with my messages and spreads out an old, crumbling piece of bulky waste! I won't take that any longer! "
"Well, Mr. Dursley, your anger is understandable and I didn't mean to offend you. To introduce myself, I would like to quote from you what you said exactly five years ago. I'm the 'crazy old fool you don't pay for it." wanted to teach Harry his magic tricks', Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Director of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."The sheer anger that even Uncle Vernon could not escape from was gradually in his voice." The only reason for my disturbing presence is that a recent occurrence in the world of us 'abnormal' a notorious black magician has reappeared, like Harry has tried in vain to make you realize this last year and that's why I planned to put a protective spell over your house, which you don't seem to need because you would scare Lord Voldemort, "Aunt Petunia winced," just like that, as they intend to do with me! "He jumped up with incredible speed for his age and tapped his wand briefly on the chintz chair, whereupon it disappeared." I won't bother you anymore, I just have to clarify something with Harry, what we can do in his room too. Good day! "With that he rushed out into the hallway and up the stairs to Harry's room, his cloak billowing.Harry glared at Uncle Vernon for a moment, then ran after Dumbledore. When he got to his room, his director had already sat down in his chair again and was writing a letter with a scowl. Harry immediately noticed how untidy his room was, all his school books were scattered around the room and there were ink pots and pens everywhere. When Dumbledore noticed him, he tapped the letter briefly with his wand and mumbled: "Evanesco", whereupon the same disappeared.
"Well Harry, you have to forgive me for becoming a little abusive, but the Order and I have been very busy lately. Lord Voldemort knows how to cover his tracks."
"That's not bad. On the contrary. Someone had to give Uncle Vernon their opinion. But does that mean you've lost track of Voldemort?"
"At the moment, unfortunately, yes, but now that the entire magical world knows, it won't be long before we find him again.Still, we have to protect you. So I would like to make the following suggestion for you: You pack your things together, keep them all together and in the event that Voldemort or his Death Eaters should show up here, you will immediately travel to Grimmauld Place number 12 with a portkey. I know you don't want to go back after what happened because there is a lot that reminds you of Sirius, but I'll tell you one thing: after this loss, it is not easy for all of us. We lost one of our best friends too and we feel just like you. "Harry doubted that, because the members of the Order of the Phoenix all still had relatives who