Harry James Potter stared out of his bedroom window of Number 4 Privet Drive, with barely hidden anger in his Avada Kedavra green eyes. He watched as some of the kids from his neighborhood ran around in the street laughing, and playing with one another. Their laughter only made him more angry, for not only could he ever be that normal, but he didn't think he ever could be that happy and carefree. Not when a war of great proportion would soon break out, among the Wizarding Population. It also didn't help that none of his friends were responding to his letters, not even Dumbledore for crying out loud.

It was his 5th year summer all over again, here he Harry Potter the one Voldemort actually wanted to kill, was being left out of the loop again. And, it also hurt because Sirius his God Father, the only thing he really had left too family was gone, murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange. Voldemort had made him believe that Sirius was in trouble, and instead of thinking it through he acted like a well, a Gryffindor. He had rushed into it head on not thinking about the fact that it could be a trap, and not only could he have gotten himself killed, but also his friends. Harry knew if he had only thought about what he was going to do, that he would have realized it was a trap. If he had only thought about it, Sirius would be alive, and Remus wouldn't of had to lose another best friend. Harry knew for a fact, that in some way, shape or form Remus blamed him for the death of both his father and Sirius, and Harry didn't blame him. It was his fault that Sirius had died and it may not have been entirely his fault that his father died, but if he had of not been born, his father and mother would both be alive.

It also didn't help that the Daily Prophet was making a mockery of his name again, saying that he had almost killed five Hogwarts students on his hunt for a hidden object in the Department of Mysteries. Which wasn't far from the truth actually, but it didn't once say that the five who went with Harry had agreed to go with him.

Or the fact that now that Sirius was gone the Dursley's had made fit, to avoid him like he was radioactive. Which he didn't really mind all that much but it did get lonely. Even though if they had talked to him it would be to order him around. Harry sighed and turned to Hedwig's empty cage, already missing his pets company while she was out hunting.

Harry glanced out the window, and was surprised to see how late it had gotten. The kids laughter had died a long time ago, as the skies darkened. Harry glanced at the clock that rested on his bed side table it was 6:52. He rubbed his face with one hand, and sighed. Before plopping down on his bed, with a sigh of relief as his back hit the soft mattress and covers. He stared up at the dark ceiling, his green eyes seemingly glowing in the growing darkness. Harry reached for the book that he knew was on the floor next to his bed, when he grabbed it, he turned to turn on his lamp. He fumbled slightly in the darkness but found the lamp, and turned it on. He squinted slightly when the light flooded his room, but it only lasted a second. He opened his book, it was a muggle book by the name of Moby Dick. It was fascinating, too put it in a few words. During the start of the summer, when his friends hadn't been forthcoming with their responses, he had taken to reading his Course Books, and some books that Dudley didn't want to read. He had learned that the things he had been neglecting were utterly fascinating, especially Potions.

Harry knew now why knowledge was the best weapon, and he had promised himself that he would strengthen his weaknesses, instead of relying on pure luck or Dumbledore to get him out of situations. So Harry over the summer, had started reading both Magical and Muggle books expanding all different categories. Strengthening his vocabulary and knowledge greatly. But, he hadn't just worked on his brain, he had also started working on his body. By, running everyday when the sun was just making its arrival known in the sky. He ran at least 2 or 3 miles every morning, at first it was hard, but as the weeks went by it got easier and easier. Some days he didn't run, instead he did yard work or pushups and sit ups. This continuous routine of working out had leaved his once scrawny body, lean and fit. Harry sighed softly, and refocused his thoughts onto the page he was on.

And, that's what he did for the next couple of hours, long after the Dursley's had gone to bed. And, the moon and the stars had come out to grace the sky with their presence, lighting up the dark world around him with a beautiful ethereal glow. Only when he heard an insistent tapping on his bedroom window did he look up. Harry glanced at his clock, and saw that it was 11:59, which made Harry quickly get up and open his bedroom window. The minute the window was fully open, owls came flooding in, they dropped the packages and letters onto his bed, before taking off back into the night. Harry stared at the packages with a childish excitement, he may have grown a lot during the summer, but that didn't mean he didn't still like presents.

Harry quickly sat at the head of his bed, leaving the window open for Hedwig. He counted all the packages, and the total number was Six in total. He opened Hermione's first, and wasn't shocked to see that a book had rested beneath the packaging. He quickly opened the letter Hermione had sent him as well.

'Dear Harry,

Harry you couldn't believe where I am right now. You remember back in third year, when I had been really jealous of Ron for being in Egypt. Well now I'm in Egypt, and Harry it's so fascinating, I mean how the Ancient Egyptian wizards built the Pyramids, is simply stunning. I mean think about the sheer amount of magic it would take to make the Pyramid of Khufu. Even though the only reason why I'm here, is because my parents had to lie to Dumbledore, saying it was a business trip. Anyway, I'm getting off topic, I hope you like your present. I owl ordered it, because I couldn't find anything you would really want here. And, I hope you have a wonderful Birthday Harry! Can't wait to see you on September 1st.

Your Friend, Hermione.'

Harry chuckled slightly, only Hermione would make a trip to Egypt a total nerd fest. He turned to look at the book more closely, and saw that it was a magical book about all different sorts of categories, ranging his school curriculum. Harry smiled, knowing he would read the book and finish it in about three or four days. He turned to Ron's and saw that, Ron's letter was on top of the package, with his name written across the parchment in messy scrawl. Harry opened the envelope, and unfolded the letter to read it.

'Hey, Harry,

Sorry, I haven't been able too talk to you mate, I've been with the birdies (Nymphie made me phrase it like that), at you know where. Anyway, I want to wish you a Happy Birthday, and I hope you like your gift. Oh, and Fred and George put something with it so Beware. Hope to see you on September 1st.

Your Best Mate, Ron.'

Harry raised his eyebrow slightly at the letter, so Ron was with the Order, and Harry couldn't have joined him. Anger started to bubble in him, but he pushed it down, and instead opted to open the package that had laid beneath the letter. Ron's present was a practice Snitch which Harry appreciated. He turned to the medium sized package that layed next to it. He opened the the letter, from Fred and George. Wanting to find out exactly what was in the present, from the known pranksters.

'Harry,

We just wanted to say, thanks again for the money. And, we will be back at Hogwarts, this year. We can test our products on ickle First Years. We have also given you 15% of the income on any WWW products sold, you are our Silent Partner so too speak. And, don't try to send the money back, or we will prank you! By the way, we want to talk too you when we get back to school.

See You Soon,

Gred and Forge

P.S. Since it's your birthday, we've decided not to prank you until next year! See you soon Ickle Harrykins!'

Harry chuckled at the Twins antics, they could have been in Slytherin if they had wished. He opened the package and smiled at the large supplies of Honeyduke's candy.

Harry turned to another package, and opened it. He saw right off the bat, a beautiful book, with golden letters scrawled across the front in a different language, Latin he assumed. It read 'Libellus De Morte Et Immortalitate.'

"The Book of Death and Immortality." Harry whispered to himself, awe shining in his eyes. He moved the book slightly, and a letter fell out of the books many pages. Harry quickly picked it up to read it.

'Harry,

I hope you like my gift, and I believe it will help you with your quest onwards. Even, if you don't know what it truly is yet. Just know this Harry, I will always stand beside you.

Selíni.'

Harry stared at the letter in shock, the animosity of it, intrigued him. He stared at the name at the bottom of the letter. He knew it was Greek, but he only knew a select few words in the language. If it was in Latin he would know since he had become quite fluent in it. He now kicked himself mentally for not studying Greek instead. And, even if he did want to study the language he wouldn't know what form of Greek it was in. Harry frowned at the letter wondering what it meant, about not knowing what his quest was. Wasn't his quest to defeat Voldemort in the name of the Light? But, even to himself it sounded foolish, what had the Light ever done for him, really.

They had constantly criticised him when he did something wrong, believing him the next Dark Lord. And, when he did something right, they herald him like he was Merlin himself. But, even then Harry could see the doubt in their eyes. He could see it even in his friends eyes, whenever he grew angry. The doubt that made him believe that he really was, like Tom Riddle. Harry had often, compared himself to the young Lord Voldemort, and he could see why the young boy grew up into what he was today.

The Light, had used him, just like they were using Harry. They both were orphaned by the Light, with Muggles that didn't care for them. They both were outcasts even among the Wizarding Population. Both Parselmouth's, which meant they were both pinned as being Dark. Harry knew if the Light had cared for the young boy that had craved love his entire life, then he wouldn't have been as evil as he was today. Maybe, even Lord Voldemort wouldn't exist today.

Harry sighed, and turned his attention back to the packages on his bed. He had moved the other opened presents onto his night stand. He grabbed another Package, and knew it was Neville's. He opened the package carefully and saw a beautiful flowers in a pot. Some were trumpet shaped while others were saucer shaped. The petals were a beautiful ice blue, streaked with Sapphire Blue. The stem and leaves were a beautiful light green, the seemed to shine. Harry turned to the letter and quickly opened it.

'Harry,

I hope you like your present, I couldn't think of anything else too give you. The flowers name is برگزیده زمستان, it's Persian. It took me awhile to write the Symbols correctly but I think I did a good job. It's means Winter's Chosen One. I thought it was fitting, again I hope you like it. Happy Birthday Harry!

Your Friend, Neville.'

Harry smiled at Neville's letter, it was a thoughtful gift, and Harry put it into his mind too thank Neville, the next time he saw him. Harry gently put the flower on his windowsill, and the flowers seemed to glow in the moonlight. Harry stared at it for a good 5 minutes, he turned to look at what he knew was the Hogwarts yearly letter.

'Dear Mr. Potter,

Please note that the new school year, will begin on September 1st. The train leaves at 11:30 sharp from Kings Cross Station, and the Headmaster has decided that it would be in the best interest of the student body, to have a Resorting. The resorting will begin after the First Years have been sorted. Fourth Years and Above will be resorted in to their new houses. I wish you all the best of luck, for this new year to come.

Sincerely, Professor Minerva McGonagall; Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'

Harry frowned slightly at the letter in his hands. "Odd." He muttered to himself, he was never aware that Hogwarts could have a resorting. He shrugged, when was a year ever normal for him at Hogwarts. He turned to last letter, and he saw the familiar scrawl across the front and he felt his breath hitch. "Sirius." Harry whispered softly, tears already forming, thinking about his beloved Dog Father.

'Dear Harry my Beloved God Son,

Harry if you're reading this, it means that I have been killed. Hopefully by protecting you from harm. Harry I know if I have died by protecting you, I don't want you too blame yourself. Because, I know you are, I did it for you. Because, I couldn't imagine you being killed, I wouldn't allow it. I want you too know Harry, that when you were a few months old, your father James. Had given me something too give you on your Sixteenth Birthday, fearing his death. It's the Potter Family Ring, stating you as its Heir and Lord. But, unbeknownst to James, Lily also gave me a ring. Because, despite popular belief, Lily was in fact a pure blood. Her sister Petunia is a squib. Her family name is Cain, she gave me the ring to pass down to you.

But, there is another reason why I have written this letter for you. And, that reason is Harry you shouldn't trust the Light. They have a plan for you that is of great evil, Harry I am begging you, make sure the people you call friends are really your friends, your allies. Harry this is of utter importance, you must not trust Dumbledore. He has a plan for you, that I fear for. Harry, Dumbledore has been lying too you for so long, he has been keeping you in the dark for too long. Break away from the Light, Harry make your own side, too fight both the Dark and the Light. I know you can do it Harry, I believe in you. I love you Harry, and I wish I could have been there, too see you grow up, and marry, and have little Marauders of your own.

But, just know I love you Harry, as do your parents. We wish only the best for you. And, if you do not believe this letter talk too Moony. He will verify everything that I have said. I love you.

Love, Sirius Black

P.S. Harry check your Bank Accounts, it's just a feeling I have. (Oh, and Harry this is the most Serious I have ever been, and it sucks. Being serious is awful, because there is no fun involved. And, remember this your enemies aren't who you think they are. But, Harry all that I have said is the truth, I love you.)'

Harry stared at the letter shocked ingrained in his eyes. He couldn't believe any thing the letter had just told him, but he also could see the many truths behind it as well. Harry felt the conflicting emotions stir inside of him. How could he believe a letter, that tarnished everything he ever believed in. But, he also could see all the facts that the letter held. He had been kept in the dark for too long, and he was starting to get sick of it.

He didn't want to fight a war, that he knew nothing about. Even now he still didn't know why the Light and the Dark were fighting, he knew it had something to do with Muggleborns, and Wizard Heritage. But, that is pretty much it, he knew nothing else except for the basics. And, even then he felt like there was something much greater at stake then what he had been told.

Harry knew he wasn't going to get any answers from Dumbledore or the Order, so Harry told himself he would owl Moony, and get answers once and for all. Even if what he learned destroyed everything he had believed in, since he was 11, he didn't care. And, if this letter turned out if be fake then he wouldn't think anything else of it. Except he would always be wary of the Light, but he had always been. Ever since the Triwizard Tournament.

But, he also couldn't believe that his mother was a Pure blood. Not that he didn't believe she couldn't be, but everyone always said she was a Muggle Born. Why would they lie? And where did Evans come from then? Was it a cover for the family. Harry didn't know, but he hoped to find out soon.

Harry turned to the two boxes that had come with the letter, and resolved to take them to Gringotts to test if they were real or not. He grabbed them both, and put them on his night stand with the other presents. Harry got up quickly and changed into his pajamas before, getting under his covers and laying down. Harry took his glasses off and stared up at the blurry ceiling. Harry sighed softly, and turned on his side staring at his bedroom wall. Harry felt the sweet darkness of sleep start to take over, and right before he let his mind drift off completely. He told himself, that soon he would get answers, no matter the consequences.

And, with that Harry drifted off into a deep slumber, not aware that what he would soon learn, would shake everything he had ever known out of order. And, with it change the Wizarding World forever.

A/N; I hope you liked the first chapter, my idea for this story came from another. That stories name is Dark Revelations, I hope I haven't done a bad job at the first chapter or that I did too much from the story. And, I hope the thoughts Harry had were believable, as well as the Letters. And, I'm also wondering who can guess who Selíni is first.

The pairing for Harry is up for suggestions as well.