In the early morning in Little Whinging, Surry, a thick, dense, fog was rolling across the neatly manicured lawns. To the residence of privet drive there didn't appear to be any cause for such an irregular fog, because that's what it was, it was unnatural and if there was one thing the people of privet drive didn't tolerate it was anything that was unnatural. There was only one person on the street that knew the source of the dense fog. Harry Potter had learned during his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that such an unnatural fog could only come from the reproduction of Dementors. You see, Harry Potter was not a normal soon to be sixteen year old boy. Harry Potter was a wizard fresh out of his fifth year at Hogwarts.

Whilst most people on Privet Drive would be asleep at this time of night Harry had been sitting at his bedroom window for over an hour, too afraid to go back to sleep for fear of the nightmares that plagued him every time he closed his eyes. Harry had watched his godfather, Sirius Black die just one month earlier in the department of mysteries and the nightmares continued to haunt him.

As Harry though about that night he felt anger building within him, anger at Bellatrix Lestrange, anger at Voldemort and, most of all, anger at himself for falling for a trap, for putting his friends lives at risk and making Sirius come out of hiding.

Of course Harry new that Sirius's death wasn't really his fault, that blame should go firmly where it belongs 'Voldemort' thought Harry, 'this is all his fault'.

A small explosion sounded on the other side of the room, startling Harry. Turning around he saw that an ink well had exploded on his desk covering the papers and spilling down onto his old rickety chair. This had been happening more and more over the summer and it was beginning to worry him.

After cleaning up the spilled ink, leaving stains that his aunt would cringe at, Harry sat down and began to write a letter:

Dear Professor Dumbledore

I'm sorry to bother you during the holidays but I don't know who else to turn to. I'm having a problem with my Magic; things keep blowing up whenever I get angry. Could you please write back as soon as possible, I'm worried that Voldemort might be behind this.

Thank you

Harry Potter

Harry sent the letter with Hedwig as soon as he'd put it in an envelope and sealed it, then settled back into bed to try to get a few more hours of rest.

An hour or so later Harry was up again looking out of his bedroom window, across the rooftops of the surrounding houses and out into the distance thinking about everything that had happened over the last year Umbridge, his trial, Dumbledore ignoring him and most of all of Sirius.

A bright flash of light appeared in the room startling him, realizing that the sun had risen in the distance whilst he had been lost in his thoughts Harry turned around and saw a magnificent bird sitting on his bed post, it was the size of a swan and its feathers appeared to be made of actual flames. Harry hurried to pick up the envelope that the phoenix had dropped on his bed and read the loopy handwriting that simply said 'Harry'.

Opening the envelope Harry began to read:

Dear Harry

I am pleased that you have chosen to confide in me with your magic problem, rest assured, there is nothing wrong with you, I will explain more when we meet which if I am not mistaken is tomorrow on your sixteenth birthday.

I will be at your Aunt and Uncles house tomorrow at noon to pick you up, please make sure that your trunk is packed and ready to be taken to Headquarters, we will have to leave quickly, it does not do to dawdle during dark times such as these.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked up to find that Fawkes the phoenix had already left leaving the room empty except for he and his pet snowy owl Hedwig, she must have come back whilst he was sleeping and was now resting in her cage.

Harry decided that it was now late enough to get up for the day, so getting up and leaving the room he headed for the shower.

When Harry arrived downstairs the Dursley's were just sitting down to breakfast, none of them so much as looked up when he stepped into the kitchen.

"Uncle Vernon?" asked Harry

Vernon Dursley grunted in response to being addressed by his nephew.

"My headmaster is coming tomorrow to pick me up, I'll be gone for the rest of the summer, I just thought I'd let you know"

Uncle Vernon finally looked up from the newspaper he was reading for long enough to say "well, he better not let the neighbors see him" snidely.

"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll look normal" although even Harry couldn't possibly imagine how his headmaster, who had an obsession with brightly colored robes and Honeydukes best sweets, could possibly pass for a muggle.

The day passed slowly for Harry, because the Dursley's were ignoring him, he no longer had to do chores so he decided to sit and finish his Transfiguration homework. All of his teachers had assigned homework over the holidays with the instructions that should they obtain the required O.W.L scores to take their classes then the homework was to be handed in when they return to school in September.

Harry still had not received his O.W.L scores but he was confident that he had passed Transfiguration and so decided to do his homework early.

Later that night before he went to sleep he tried as hard as he could to clear his mind of all thoughts and emotions, he'd been doing this a lot lately, he was determined to master occlumency so that he could not be tricked by Lord Voldermort again. As Harry finally managed to clear his mind he drifted of, into a peaceful sleep.

When Harry woke up the next morning it was already ten o'clock, with a start Harry realized that he only had two hours to pack all of his things and get ready to leave for the rest of the year.

Harry headed for the shower, throwing the small piles of cloths that littered the floor in his trunk along the way.

When Harry returned from his shower and finished packing his trunk it was almost time for the Professor to arrive. When Harry arrived downstairs with his trunk and owl cage in hand, he found that all the Dursley's were out, most likely to avoid a run in with Dumbledore.

The doorbell rang just as Harry was putting his trunk by the front door, he looked up at the clock to find that it was noon exactly, opening the door Harry found professor Dumbledore standing there wearing an old maroon, pinstriped suit that wouldn't have looked out of place in the 70's with his long silver beard tucked into his belt and his hair tied into an extremely long pony tail.

"Good afternoon Harry" the professor said.

"Good afternoon, come in sir" replied Harry

Dumbledore stepped over the threshold into the house and said "we will be taking a port-key to Hogwarts for the time being Harry" as he pulled out a phoenix feather "please, grab hold of the feather and your trunk and we will be there shortly". Taking the owl cage himself Dumbledore and Harry both grabbed hold of the port-key, felt a hooking sensation behind the navel and were gone in a flash of brilliant sound and color.

When they landed they were standing in professor Dumbledore's large round office, all of the portraits on the wall were pretending to be asleep, but you could see one eye open every few seconds if you looked close enough, Fawkes was sitting on his perch by the window that overlooked Hogwarts grounds.

"Please, take a seat Harry, so that we can discuss this, for lack of a better word, problem, you are currently experiencing with your magic"

Harry took a seat in front of the huge claw footed desk and looked up at Dumbledore who took a seat behind his desk with a look of anticipation, this was the conversation he had been looking forward to ever since the beginning of the summer.

"Have you ever wondered why a witch or wizard comes of age when they turn seventeen in the wizarding world?" asked Dumbledore

Harry looked up with a confused look on his face and asked "sorry professor?"

"No need to be sorry my dear boy" replied professor Dumbledore with a twinkle of amusement in his clear blue eyes "you see, a wizard is not truly of age until their magic reaches full maturity, most wizards and witches magic matures on or around their seventeenth birthday with very few exceptions. I believe you are one of these exceptions Harry".

"What does that mean Professor?" asked Harry

"It means Harry, that we can expect great things from you in the future, all of the people who have matured early have gone on to do great things, Merlin, all four of the founders and even my self are among those people".

"But, Professor, That's… That's not possible, how… I mean I'm nowhere near as powerful as you are, or the founders" stuttered Harry.

"I believe Harry, that you will be more powerful than all of us, including myself and the four founders, just as soon you gain the knowledge to use that power" replied Dumbledore looking to see Harry's reaction. "Your magic has matured earlier than anyone else's in recorded history. How early a persons magic matures is usually an indication of how powerful that person is".

Dumbledore's words were swimming around in his head, trying to make sense of what of he was saying. He must have miss understood him, how could he, Harry Potter be more powerful than Albus Dumbledore, he was the most powerful wizard alive not Harry.

Seeing the disbelief on Harry's face Dumbledore continued 'you will see an increase in the power of your spells as soon as you begin using your magic, I believe it best that you begin advanced lessons, so you will be staying here, in the castle, for the rest of the holidays so that you can practice magic without provoking the ire of our ministry of magic. Guest quarters have been set up for you and you will join me here everyday at 9.00am. I trust that you can get yourself settled in, if there is a problem I believe your friend Dobby will be more than willing to help".

Harry stood up at the obvious dismissal and headed for the door to the office.

"Good night Harry" came professor Dumbledore's voice from his position behind the large desk.

"Good Night professor" Harry replied.