I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! JKR DOES! I'M JUST WRITING BECAUSE I'M BORED!

A/N: This is my first fic I don't know how long it is going to be its all just a bunch of ideas and plot lines all in my head I hope your will enjoy it. Please be gentle.

Chapter 1

July 1st 9:00 pm

He was tired. He was lost. Most of all he was angry. Never in his life had Harry felt such an anger rise up within him, he thought of Sirius and all he could remember was his shocked face when he fell through the Vail. His anger was fueled by the thought of him dying, his father-figure dead because of a foolish mistake. "No more deaths, not any more." Harry whispered to himself as he sat on his bed at Number 4 Privet Drive knees drawn to his chest, tears that had once streaked his face had long since dried, "Why is it that whenever I have someone who care for me that they get taken away? First my parents, Remus, Sirius, it never ends." As he sat pondering his situation his resolve hardened he realized that he could no longer wait and hope for the best. He had to train and he had to advance his magic to new levels if he was to have any chance at defeating Voldemort. "Well tomorrow is the beginning of the end for Voldemort, he will realize his mistake." He started to chuckle when thought of this, Voldemort's Fall from Power would be Harry Potter's Rise to Preeminence.

July 2nd 5:00 am

As Harry awoke he found that he felt better, the sharp pain in his chest had loosened and it was now a pull ache which was fine by him "it will help me remember what I lost." he said to himself, as he arose he looked at himself in the mirror. He no longer looked emaciated as he once was "Well at least I know I look good without a shirt" he said to himself with a smirk. 'I need to work-out though I need to get into better shape, I may be toned because of Quidditch but that won't be enough if I have to run.' he thought to himself. "Now where in the bloody hell are my sweats?!" he growled as he dived into his drawers looking for some clothes to work-out in.

2 1/2 hours later....

Harry entered his room looking like he had been in a downpour "Well that went better then expected." His musings where interrupted by a yell from the downstairs "BOY!!! WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST?!?!" "Fuck....." was all Harry said before running downstairs to cook for his "Family". As he was cooking breakfast he looked at his Uncle and Aunt who where staring at him with a curious look on their face.

"Boy? Is something wrong? Why do you look like you went for a swim?" Harry stared back in shock 'Well that was unexpected, they're asking me about my feelings. Alright I'll bite' he thought "Had a very rough school year Uncle a rough one that I hope to never relive again." It was his Aunt who spoke first "May I ask what happened? " he looked at her and for a moment he let his emotions surface into his emerald colored eyes and spoke the only two words that needed to be spoken, the only words which would make her remember her sister and her untimely demise "He's Back." And with that he served breakfast for his stunned relatives and went to shower.

July 2nd 5:00pm

He was exhausted but he felt that he would make progress if he kept this up this pace. He was glad he didn't have to do many chores anymore. His Aunt and Uncle had told him all they wanted was for him to cook and clean the house and that Dudley would do the rest. "Must have realized that I had to prepare for Voldemort and I can't very well beat the bastard with a lawnmower now can I." He smiled at the thought of running over the madman with a lawnmower and how he would react to meeting his demise from a muggle tool rather then magic "one can only wish it was that easy." He stood from his bed to go study some spells when his cousin knocked at the door "Hey Harry? Can I come in?" he asked. "Ya sure" Harry replied as he went to open the door he had a thought "Wait, hold on a tick.....why the hell does he want to come in???" he hesitated for a few seconds but decided to just open the door and see what happens.

As Dudley lumbered in he sighed looking into his eyes Dudley did the one thing he has never done, he apologized. "Harry I wanted to thank you for saving me last year, I know I've been a rotten bastard but I want to help you." He looked up at his cousin for the first time as an equal and was surprised that Harry was looking at him with an indescribable look. "Help me with what?" was all Harry said in a monotone voice.

Dudley was starting to feel a little worried thinking that he would be thrown out of the room by Harry he knew he deserved it but he wanted to make things better and hopefully redeem himself to his cousin. "I overheard Mum and Dad talking, They are worried that you will die because of Him." Harry still was skeptical but decided he would hold off judgment till the end "And what help can I get from you? I didn't know you had vast knowledge of Hexes, Curses, and Charms."

Dudley was insulted that he was being spoken to like that but, he continued hoping that he would be taken up on his offer. "I don't, but I can train you and show you how to Box and fight dirty, I saw you this morning out running I can help you bulk up if you want." he said uncertainly he looked up at Harry and saw that he was grinning. "Alright then I'll go out to run and be back at 7 every morning cook breakfast and after we can go and you can go teach me." Harry said and held out his hand. Dudley walked towards him and they shook hands and as Dudley left he heard Harry whisper "Thanks Dudley."