A/N: This is my second FanFiction concerning Harry Potter. It is in his fifth year, following The Goblet of Fire, it's as close to the books as I hoped it would be and with a slight twist, coming form me, of course.

Disclaimer: All Names and Places of Harry Potter's Wondrous world belong to the very talented Jo Rowling and not to me with a few exceptions.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: End of Summer Week end

There is nothing like a Saturday Evening pretending like you don't exist. This was the case for Harry Potter, nephew of Mr and Mrs Dursley who had a son named Dudley (which would make him Harry's cousin). The Dursley's were never fond of Harry, not only because of his lightening blot scar, or his possession of a wand, or that his godfather was a convicted murderer, but is truly innocent...It was for all these reasons and more.

Harry Potter was a wizard, a famous wizard at that. He was famous enough to have his picture on a Magical Wizard Card. Those cards could only be found in Chocolate Frog treats, one of the many enjoyable wizarding treats. So much goes on in the wizarding world that muggles (non-magic people) ignore. Also, there were some things in the wizarding world that even wizards ignored such as Harry who was brought up without knowing his true identity.

Harry, in his room with a candle who was running out of wax, scribbled his Charms essay on Quidditch. He enjoyed it so much he was positive he would get a better mark and a longer report than Hermione. Hermione Granger was one of his best friends in the world. She always had the unbelievable marks, even if her mother and father were muggle dentists. He had already written six feet of parchment when they were supposed to do only 4.5 feet long.

He also had another best friend, called Ron Weasley, in which Harry thought had the best family in the world. Mr and Mrs Weasley were the friendliest adults he had ever known, and Fred and George Weasley, the twins, were also quite good friends with Harry. There was also Charlie Weasley, studying dragons in Romania and Bill Weasley who was currently in Egypt working with goblins. Harry knew Ron's older brothers pretty well even if they rarely came. However Percy was a little bit like Hermione; he works for the Ministry of Magic and tends to be a little bossy. He did not forget that last year he had given all his prize money from the Triwizard tournament to Fred and George. He hoped very much they would open a Joke Shop in Hogsmeade, that's what they really wanted to do.

"Good night, Dudley, dear." said a dim voice from outside Harry's door.

"Night, mummy." said another much graver voice.

Suddenly, the door sprang open and Harry had all his wizarding needs lying around everywhere. Aunt Petunia, who had opened the door, stared at his belongings which couldn't go un-noticed.


"You will get all your things cleaned up!" she said strictly. "You're going to Mrs Figgs tomorrow!"

"Why?" he said as he wished he could have added a heavy sigh, but he knew better.

"We're leaving tomorrow..." she simply said and left the room.

Harry figured they must be going on this sort of vacation that was probably too good for him, so he forgot about it and dreaded going back into that house with the smell of Cats.

* * *

"...And so, Quidditch will always be loved and admired by all Wizards and Witches because of the usage of Charms." Harry said to himself as he drew the last letter onto his parchment.

He was quite confident about this report; he measured once more and was even prouder when he saw on the measuring tape 8.3ft. He rolled up the parchment and slid it into his trunk. He looked outside at the dark night's sky, and then he glanced upon his watch that was broken and figured it might be late.

He looked into his mirror and then at his hair which was very messed up. He tried flattening it with his hands; it wasn't really working, though. Suddenly, a small silhouette appeared in the mirror, two eyes starring at him, two purple, bright eyes with very thick eye lashes looked upon him. When they both blinked, Harry had done so as well and then they were gone.

Was that Voldemort? No, it could not have been he. Those were not his eyes, they were women's eyes. He thought for a split second about his mother and the mirror of Erised, he wished he could just look upon it one last time, just once.

"You are definitely tired, Harry..." he said to himself as he took off his glasses and put them on his bed-side table. He blew out the candle and lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He wanted to go to sleep but an owl had burst into his room. It wasn't small and annoying like Pig, which was Ron's owl, it was a simple barn owl.

He opened Hedwig's cage and let the barn owl have a little bit of her water and food. She was not pleased at all with that and shot a murderous look at Harry. He ignored her and took the letter and sat on his bed to read it.

Dear Harry,

How's your summer going so far? I am now in Bulgaria right now, so I won't be able to go to Ron's house this summer. Mr, Mrs Krum and Viktor have been great to me and I got to see many sites here. Did you know that the Hellenes built the beautiful coastal towns of Apollonia, Anhialo and Messambria? I'm thinking about writing an essay to Professor Binns. Do you think he might be interested about Bulgaria's history? I hope you had a merry birthday regardless of the muggles. I hope this Bulgarian chocolate will help. Happy Birthday!

Hermione Granger

Harry seriously didn't think Hermione would have gone to Bulgaria, but at least she had a good time. He quickly un-wrapped the package that came with the letter and it smelled so good, he couldn't resist eating one...or five.

Harry settled his gift on his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment.

Dear Hermione,

I am having a relatively good summer, compared to the others I've known. Dudley is still on a diet meaning I have to follow it as well. I am thanking you very much for the chocolates and I hope Krum will invite me someday so I can get more of these delicious chocolates! I won't be able either to go to Ron's because I didn't get any letter of the sort from him and I am staying at Uncle Vernon's muggle friend's house for the rest of the summer. It will be torture, but I will see you and Ron in Diagon Alley or on the Hogwarts Express.

Harry

Harry folded the letter and took Hermione's owl and attached it to its leg. When it flew off into the night, Harry looked at it then back at Hedwig who refused to look at him.

"I'll get you some more food in Diagon Alley." said Harry as he affectionately pet her around her neck. "We're going to Mrs Figgs tomorrow, so be good or I won't be able to go back to Hogwarts..."

She pecked the tip of his fingers in a friendly way and then went back to sleep. Harry went to his bed again and fell asleep almost instantly.

* * *

"Get up! Get up, boy!" yelled a voice with banging noises on Harry's bedroom door.

Harry moaned and got up from his bed, he noticed he was fully dressed and had forgotten to change into his pajamas last night. He opened the door and saw a large man with a thick mustache.

"Now you listen, and you listen good." said Uncle Vernon to Harry pointing his finger in front of his face in a nervous tone. "I told Mrs Figgs about your strange habits and belongings. That poor woman is frightened, so you better behave or you'll be out of that school before you can say 'Rubbish'. Understood?"

"Yes." said Harry wanting very much to tell him to Bogger off.

"Get your things ready." he said quickly. "You're leaving in half a moment. And I don't want to see any of your garbage lying around!"

"It's not garbage!" said Harry even if he knew he shouldn't have.

"It will be if you leave it here!" yelled Uncle Vernon once more and he was out of sight.

Harry rolled his eyes and hid everything of his into his trunk which was now full to the edges. He grabbed Hedwig's cage which startled her and looked around his room. He saw nothing he needed, the room now looked normal and boring to him which was what he wanted.

He walked down the stairs with much difficulty, since what he was carrying was so heavy. He placed his trunk and Hedwig's cage on the ground to tie his shoes on. Uncle Vernon was the only one standing there, and it looked like Aunt Petunia and Dudley were still sleeping soundly in their beds.

"You know the way..." said Uncle Vernon to Harry as he was about to leave.

"Well, good bye." said Harry in a low voice.

Naturally, Uncle Vernon did not answer back and just closed the door after Harry had stepped out.

He walked to the side walk and looked down the street. He walked across the road and down to the stop sign saying: Privet Drive. As he turned the corner, two elderly ladies were walking by and couldn't help notice Harry's trunk and cage with an owl in it.

"That poor dear..." said one of them. "I hope he has a home."

The other one nodded and they walked passed him still keeping both eyes on his belongings. Harry let out a small laugh, in which they did not hear and walked up to Mrs Figg's door. He rang on the door bell and waited.