Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J K Rowling

A/N: Going down the rebellious teenager in this story, a bit of humour and confusion, throw in a few interesting twists and just see where this story leads me.

Chapter 1: Need for Independence

Harry sat, yet again, lying in the flower bed waiting for the slightest bit of news to reach him. The sun was blisteringly hot but he was trapped. Not long into the summer holiday he had suspected he was being followed. People tripped and bashed into things, but nothing was to be seen, only heard, they were magical, but with the wards, no one who meant him harm could touch him.

Giving up, he had really had enough, Voldemort was back, but he, Harry bloody Potter, was once again abandoned, shoved to the side and ignored! Year after year something life changing happened, but of course, the solution was to shove him back with his neglectful relatives. That solved everything! But no, that wasn't enough, just read the wizarding newspaper where an update on his delightful state of his mental health was printed for everyone to see. Off course, having never had a real interview from any reporter, it was all a load of crap. Spectacular, if life couldn't get any better.

Sighing, he pulled himself to his feet, he'd been going round the cycle of guilt and grief to anger in the blink of an eye. Again and again, the slightest things set him off, lack of food was only making him more irritable, at least he was free to walk around the neighbourhood instead of trapped in his room. Honestly, he was surprised in the lack of accidental magic, it wasn't the first time everything in the immediate vicinity began to shake, any incidents would cause more hassle than it was worth, the ministry was hardly painting him in a positive light. Fudge was going to get himself killed eventually, worthless idiot believed in burying his head in the sand, the light was doomed from the start.

Why Voldemort was so insistent in killing him was another thing which needed research, clearly he was important, the Dark Lord doesn't come after a baby for no reason. Such things would never have been worth his time, no matter how often his parents ticked him off. Walking back inside to his room, he collapsed down on the bed, Harrys dreams were plagued by the graveyard, and the lack of sleep wasn't doing him any good.

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Waking up drenched in sweat, the night was just starting to creep in, he'd managed to grab four hours sleep at best. Groaning as he pulled himself to his feet, he had yet another headache, ever since Tom came back his scar had been itching and stinging painfully at random times in the day. Particularly after one of those dreams, one were he was Tom. The more he tortured people, the worse his scar ached. It was more than a little annoying, he'd resolved to order as headache potion with Hedwig just this morning, but in his explosive mood, completely forgotten, and now she was out hunting.

Live and learn he supposed, he could deal with a little pain for now. Looking towards his clock, it wasn't long after 10 in the evening, and once again, the Dursleys had conveniently forgotten to give him any dinner, great. Pulling out his friends letters, he might as well write a reply, if anything, their letters were suspiciously devoid of any worthy factual information. They were up to something, at least Hermione searched around for topics to write about, Ron had sent him one and a half pages of complaints and grumblings because he actually had chores to do. Really, he had to be the worst person you could moan about chore to, seven hours he had spent working for the Dursleys today, Ron would never have survived, Ron would never have survived lunch. Dudley was on a diet, and as such, the whole family was suffering, his Aunt was fast running out of ideas to make lettuce taste nice, or taste of anything. At least he got bigger portions; Dudley didn't wolf his dinner down anymore, just waited till he could leave to grab fast food from one of the shops down the road.

Dipping his quill in the ink, time for a three page long complaint about chores for Ron and a few lies at how he was using his time constructively for Hermione. He may not be using it constructively now, but one week into the summer holiday and he was slowly dying of boredom. He had no intension of just sitting around like a good kid that they insisted he was, armed with an invisibility cloak and his vault key, he had a few goals he wanted to achieve first.

Never again was he going to be caught so unprepared for a duel with anyone, DADAs was his top class, he might not be able to practice the magic, but at least he could revise it. If anything, it would give him a head start for next year, chances are, the new defence teacher would be useless. He also intended to study charms and transfiguration, maybe, maybe a bit of potions, he hated the teacher, not really the subject. But the teacher was doing nothing to help his grades. Besides, he wanted to become an Auror, and for that, he needed potions. Whether he could survive another three years with the bat or indeed, whether he survived, at least he could try achieve his goal.

A/N: So that's the basic beginning, dimension travel bit will happen later, I am going for a more independent, rebellious Harry here, and have the next few chapters planned out x)

But not typed up yet, currently working on the fourth chapter of To Hope To Win. I've been wanting to write a story like this for a while, the fanfiction, One Last Gasp, is what inspired me to start writing fanfiction in the first place :P