July 24th
Summer after 5th year
Chapter 1
Harry wakes up from another night more about Cerdic's death.
Sweat is pouring down his face and his scar is burning.
'At least it wasn't about Sirius' death,' he thinks.
Looking up at the clock on the wall, he sees the time.
'1:20. Great. Another restless night,' Harry thinks getting up.
Opening his bedroom door, he walks out closing the door behind him.
He walks down the hall to the new weight room.
Uncle Vernon put it in for Dudley but Harry is the one who uses it every night to cool down.
Harry walks into the room and goes straight to the punching bag.
His left fist followed by his right one.
He continues this for 10 minutes hitting harder with each punch.
Then he stops and takes off his shirt to move around better.
Doing this for a little over a month firmed his body and created muscles on his still thin figure.
Sweat is starting to roll down his forehead to his rock hard abs.
Harry goes back to the punching bag.
Draco walks through the halls of the Malfory's Manor lost.
He knows where he is but... he doesn't know where he is going.
In life, that is.
Lucius raised him to follow in his footsteps, which meant following Voldermort.
Draco's not sure that he should walk that path.
The appearance of a house elf in front of him stops him and his train of thought.
"Do you need anything, Master Malfory?" She asks.
'I wish they didn't call me that,' Draco thinks then says, "No. I don't need a thing."
"Then why are you walking the halls looking like you are searching for something?" She asks.
"I'm not," Draco says. "You don't know what you are talking about."
He turns around and starts to walk the other way.
"Don't worry," she says. "I won't tell Lucius."
Draco turns back but she is already gone.
'I need to get some air,' Draco thinks and runs down the hall and out of the house.
After an hour of punching the hell out of the punching bag, Harry picks up his shirt and starts to walk back to his room.
As he reaches for the handle of his bedroom door, he hears a door creak open and a low voice asks, "Boy. What are you doing out of bed at this time of night?"
"I needed to go to the bathroom," Harry says turning to Uncle Vernon. "Is that a crime now?"
They make eye contact.
Harry didn't need to look up anymore to do this now that they are the same height, 5'8".
Soon Uncle Vernon will have to look up.
"Why do you have your shirt off and are sweating?" Uncle Vernon asks.
"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" Harry asks smiling.
The shock face of Uncle Vernon told Harry what he was thinking.
"I was using the weight room," Harry says.
"Why are you doing it late at night?" Uncle Vernon says.
"Dudley runs me out if I try to use it during the day," Harry says.
"It is his room," Uncle Vernon says.
"Right. I think I'll go back to mine," Harry says then turns around and does just that.
He closes the door behind him and walks to his bed.
A foot away, he falls forward and grabs the bedpost from falling on his face.
His scar begins to burn.
He has to close his eyes to stop the room from spinning.
/ Voldermort's voice enters Harry's head," How is recruiting your son going, Lucius?"
"Very well, My Lord. He is set to become a deatheater on his 17th birthday, April 2, if not sooner," Lucius says.
"Good," Voldermort says. "Tell him to continue going against Harry Potter and gathering an army at school."
"As you wish, My Lord," Lucius says. /
Harry callappes on to his bed.