Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, J.K. Rowling does. She owns everything I own nothing.

Summary: Harry greaves over the loss at the end of Ootp, and decides Voldemort must pay. He gets help from Dobby, Winky and a few others and learns new spells, charms, and hidden abilities. Harry soon learns to change his pain into something that can fuel him.

Since this is my first fanfic, I won't ask you to go nice. No, tell me what you think, how I can make it better and why I suck so bad.

First chaper uploaded: 3-15-04.

As soon as the car pulled away from King's Cross the fighting began. Uncle Vernon's veins throbbed in his temples and his face changed from a light shade of red to a dark Griffindor red after each time he repeated, "how dare those freaks threaten me!" Aunt Petunia was just nodding her head at Uncle Vernon's comments and turning to glare at Harry every couple minutes. Duddly, getting excited with Harry getting in trouble, began to hit Harry and shove Harry into the car door.

As Uncle Vernon turned the car onto Privot Drive, Dudley shoved Harry extra hard into the car door, causing Harry's door to pop open. Harry not wanting to fall out of the moving car was forced to grab Dudley's massively fat arm. In one swift movement Uncle Vernon stommped on the breakes, turned in his seat and punched Harry in the face. Harrly let go of Dudly and grabbed his face with one hand and slowly pulled the car door shut. As they continued down Privot Drive Uncle Vernon's face slowly returned to its reddish pink and he stopped ranting. Harry slowly pulled his glasses out of his face and felt blood run down his cheek to his lips. Aunt Petunia seeing the blood began to yell at Harry, "DON'T YOU DARE GET BLOOD ON MY SEATS OR YOU WILL BE WASHING THEM WITH YOUR TOOTHBRUSH!" 'Oh Yeah', Harry thought, 'like its my fault. I think I need stitches.' Harry turned in his seat to look at Duddley and licked the blood off his lips. Duddley looked horrified and looked away. The rest of the trip was in silence.

The following morning Harry was woken up at 5:30 a.m. by Aunt Petunia beating on his door and yelling for him to get out of bed. Harry gingerly placed his broken glases on his bruised and swollen face and looked for clothes. He decided to wear a shirt three times too big and the one pair of muggle shorts that fit and rushed downstairs. Aunt Petunia was standing in the kitchen waiting for harry with a long list, "Here is the list of your chores that will be done today. Your starting with the dishes and if I find a single dirty dish, I will empty the cubbards and you will wash them ALL!" Harry's jaw dropped as he read the list; dishes, weeding the lawn, mowing the lawn, painting the shed, and cleaning Dudley's bedroom. Aunt Petunia gave him a glare as she left the kitchen and Harry slowly began to wash the dishes.

As Harry collapsed into bed having just finished cleaning Dudley's bedroom, he looked around his bare room and decided to unpack his trunk. He flopped off his bed and crawled to his trunk and slowly lifted off the lid. He took out his muggle clothes and tossed them onto his bed, treats for Hedwig went next to her cage, and grabbed a cloak to hang in his cubbard when something fell out of it. Harry looking down, noticed a piece of mirror on the floor and burst into sobbing tears, "last gift I ever got from Sirius and I break it, what kind of a godson am I?"

Harry slowly unwrapped the cloak and looked at the broken mirror. He wanted so bad to see Sirius, to hug him, and tell him that he missed him. 'If only I wasn't so stupid! I should never have put my friends or loved ones in danger. VOLDEMORT WILL PAY!' With that thought running through Harry's head his eyes began to change. First they went from their normal bright green to all black, then the green began to force the black away until they were normal again. Harry's anger slowly faded away and he was left feeling more awake and full of energy. He placed the mirror on his nightstand and continued unpacking. As he pulled out another robe something small and golden fell out of his robe pocket and rolled under the bed. Harry started looking at his robe and realized that he last wore them... last wore them the night Sirius died. 'Never again Voldemort. Never again!' Harry flopped onto the floor again and reached under the bed to grab the lost object, pulling it out he realized what it was, "time turner." Regret hit Harry and hit him hard, tears formed in his eyes agan but he quickly pushed them back. He would not dwell on the past any longer; no, he would make Voldemort pay and Harry had a plan.

Dobby,

I don't know if house elf's can read so I am telling Hedwig to go to Remus if you look confused and he will find you and explain what I am trying to say. Dobby, I wish to hire you as my house elf, you will be given the same wages as Hogwarts but you will be working for me... Working not your Master. I know you have helped me out alot in the past and I hope you can continue to do so. I also need Winky's help too. Remus if your reading this stop Dobby or Winky from coming here, I need their help first. Dobby & Winky, if you both decide to work for me send Hedwig back with a sock, if you don't wish to then you can return Hedwig empty.

In case you agree Dobby, I have enclosed a list of things I need you and Winky to complete. Remus please don't tell Dumbledore about this, I have my reasons and promise to explain everything to you, you alone, when I get a chance.

Your Friend,

Harry Potter