DESTINY'S CALLING

Chapter 1 – A Summer He Would Never Forget

"BOY! Get your abnormal self down here right now!" yelled his uncle from the living room downstairs.

Harry, who was just finishing, unpacking his belongings, back from his 4th year at Hogwarts, heard his uncle's command, sighed. Can't even spend a day here without being bossed around. Thought they would give me a few hours to myself, at least. Oh well, better do as he said, not worth it getting all worked up about something as petty as this. Downstairs.

Harry saw that his uncle was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. His aunt Petunia was outside, pretending to be watering the grass, while she was really trying to see what had happened to the next door's neighbor's daughter. Dudley, on the other hand, wasn't anywhere in sight. That's strange, thought Harry. Dudley was usually always around when uncle Vernon was about to torment Harry in anyway possible. Oh well, this might be good news then.

"Yes? What do you want?" grunted uncle Vernon, forgetting that it was he who had called Harry to him.

"Um, you said you wanted to see me?" wondered Harry; maybe those voices were getting to him after all.

"Don't you talk back to me, boy!" growled his uncle Vernon, "Your aunt Petunia and I thought that it was time for you to finally earn your living, instead of wasting our hard earned money and perfectly good living space that you had burden us with." Snarled his uncle Vernon. "We Dursleys pride our self on being, normal, hardworking, decent people, (cough liar cough) we well not any of your lazing about around our house any longer!"

"WHAT!"

To say that Harry was shocked was quite an understatement.

"Do you hear what your saying?" whispered Harry in a deadly calm voice. "I was practically your servant ever since I got here, forced to do all the work around the house, still being ignored for what I've done, except to be yelled at, while you praise your spoiled, over-weight bullying whale of a son for no reason at all!" yelled Harry angrily.

SMACK!

"How dare you," hissed his uncle Vernon, turning red in the face from all his shouting. "After all we ever done for you, this is the thanks we get? I shouldn't have had listened to Petunia, we should've gotten rid of you from the start! Right to the orphanage you would've gone, if I had gotten my way!"

Since he didn't need any forms signed to get into Hogsmeade anymore, Harry finally said what he had been dying to say since aunt Marge brought up the whole orphanage ordeal two summers ago.

"Yea well, living at an orphanage had just got to be ten times more better then living here with you, at least I wouldn't have to look at your face all summer, or see how repulsive Dudley's appetite been at least aunt Petunia's normal (clean freak who's hobbies includes gossiping and getting into other people's business, yea how normal is that?) "Unlike you two, I wonder what she ever saw in a fat muggle like you in the first place!" Harry finished off nervously, knowing that he had gone too far by using the word muggle. Uncle Vernon had always hated whenever Harry talked, but for some reason, he always seems to go overboard whenever he said anything related to the magical world. He knew what uncle Vernon was about to do, even before he even raised his hand.

SMACK!

And he was right, uncle Vernon had slapped Harry on the right cheek, again. "That's it, I had enough of your freakishly abnormal behavior," yelled uncle Vernon, turning an interesting shade of what seem to be red mixed with purple, "as long as your living under MY roof, your going to obey by MY rule, got that? It's either you start working for your clothes and food, or go get a job, got it?"

"But-" started Harry, trying to get something in.

"But nothing!" yelled uncle Vernon, "go to your room, RIGHT NOW!!"

With one last glare towards him, Harry headed up the stairs towards his room, dragging his right foot the whole way up, as his uncle Vernon had pushed him down when he had just turn to leave.

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Smallest bedroom in #4 privet drive Time: 11:15 Date: June 14, 1995

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"Owww," moaned Harry, talking to himself as he looked at himself at the mirror hanging on the wall. On his right cheek, there was a large reddish bruised from where his uncle had slapped him.

"I Shouldn't have said that to him, I knew what I was getting into, but no. I had to yell back at him. Yeah, well at least now I knew I deserved whatever I got from him."

During his 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry had witnessed the death of a fellow classmate and the rebirth of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Both of which had been because of him, and although people had told him a countless number of times that it wasn't his fault, he couldn't help but blame himself for all the bad stuff that had happened to him in his life; his parents death, his godfather's imprisonment, Cedric's death, Voldemort's resurrection…. Because of him, the wizardry world had to suffer under the threat of Voldemort…. Again.

"The world would've been a better place if it wasn't for me…" sighed Harry, now getting ready for bed, starring out into nothingness, hoping, for once since Voldemort's resurrection that his sleep wouldn't be plagued with nightmares from the third task.

Tossing and turning in his sleep, Harry's wish was granted. He didn't have any nightmares from the 3rd task, but that doesn't mean he didn't have any dreams at all… he did, but there was something about this dream in particular ...not in a bad way or anything, but there was something about his dream that seems strange. Strange in a good way.

(Harry's P.O.V.)

He saw himself laying on his bed, in the same manner as before when he fell asleep. He saw himself doing everything he had before in the same exact way, like he was in his own memory, but why, he just couldn't understand. But when it came to the point where he was questioning whether the world would've been a better place with him in it or not, the scene started to change. It wasn't of anything really, just a voice, a bodiless voice, but just the sound of the voice was enough for him but something about the voice seems familiar, like he heard that voice before. Suddenly he remembered…the last time he ever heard that voice was whenever the Dementors was around, but his mother was dead, and nothing could ever change that. But the voice… this dream…it all seem so real, and when she spoke, it kind of made him believed that it was her even more. He didn't catch the beginning of it, but he heard the ending of it. It was something along the lines of -

"-Without you, the dark lord would've gained powers beyond believed, destroying everything in his path, and all the good that the magical world had would've vanished if it wasn't for you."

Harry knew that voice. It was his mother. It just got to be. To the untrained ears though, that alone wouldn't have been enough to tell anyone who the speaker was, but to Harry, who hadn't much love spoken to him since he had gotten into Hogwarts, had taken that into heart that it was his mother.

That night was the first time Harry Potter get to have a nice, long, sleep in a long time since the third task. For once, nothing was hunting his dreams, and for that, he was grateful.

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Same night: somewhere else Place: somewhere in America

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Somewhere else, in a completely different place, a redheaded woman awoke with the same exact dream.

"James! James, wake up!" the lady cried, trying to wake her husband up.

The black haired man in question suddenly shot up.

"What happened?" he shouted.

The man turned around, facing his wife, who didn't look as though she had been having a nightmare. Usually, whenever she woke him up, she's be sweating, shaking, and sometime, even be crying. The black haired man knew something was up. His wife has the ability to see things. Things that had already happened, just happened, or things that were going to happen.... You see, these were no ordinary people. They were… no wait, they are the parents of Harry James Potter. They did die the night when Voldemort came on Halloween, and they were buried the week after. However, their spirits went up to the after-life (don't wanna say heaven in case you're not christens, but if u r, then u could just replace the word w/ that) they started yelling and screaming at Death and the Judgment guys. To make the long story short, Lily screamed and threatened them long enough to make them not go into the afterlife. It worked, but not without a price. (u'll know later)

"Lily? Are you ok? What happened," James asked, getting a little worried. "Nothing, it just that I had a dream…"

"Well duh, you wanna talk about it?" he asked. "Yeah, but lets get some coffee first, I don't think I could go back to sleep after this." She replied, heading down into their kitchen.

"Hey, wait up!" James yelled as he ran down after her. He came in as Lily brought out the coffee bean. "Since when did you drink coffee?" he asked.

"Since before I could remember."

"Ok, so lets talk, what happened? Usually whenever you get one of those dreams, you get all freaked out."

"Well, maybe it's because this isn't one of those dreams," she snapped, taking the coffee pot out of the stove.

"If it wasn't then why did you walk me up," he called back.

"Well maybe your right-"

"Aren't I always?" he asked.

"No," she said simply.

"Fine then, I give up, now tell me about your un-nightmarish dream so I could go back to sleep."

"Well," Lily started, taking a sip of her coffee, "it was just like any other dream, I supposed, but it seems different, like it wasn't even mine."

"What? Your dreaming about what other people are dreaming?" James questioned, "That's interesting."

"Yeah, but this is different. There was this boy, he looks like miniature version of you, but his eyes, there's something about his eyes that makes him seem more… I don't know, mature. Like he had seen things no one his age should've."

James was quiet for some time. Miniature version of me? Could it be? No, it couldn't, they blocked out every single memory about him away from her when they brought us back.

"Hey, lily, what you mean by 'miniature version.'"

Lily looked at him "Oh, its just that the kid looks a lot like you. Everything from the hair to the glasses, and to… just about everything. In fact, it could've been you if it wasn't for his eyes."

His eyes? It could be a coincidence, but wait, I have to make sure before I go tell the Guardians.

"What about his eyes?"

"Nothing really, just the color. It was exactly like mine, and it was strange. Not the little boy, well he's strange too, but the dream. First he was saying something, then I was saying something, and then we were all talking about something."

"Huh? I thought you said it wasn't your dream," he asked, confused.

"Yeah, it wasn't, it was like I was there, in his dream, but I was also there, in my dream."

This night just couldn't get any weirder.

" Huh? So your saying there's two of you?"

"No, it just that the lady in the dream looks exactly like me, not like how the little boy looks like you, but exactly like me. Same face and everything, and in the dream, I felt it."

"Felt what?"

"Love, well not that kind of love, like you and me love, but like motherly love. Like I just want to reach out to him and just hold him."

Little boy who looks like me, green eyes, motherly love? Maybe the spell is wearing off, I mean, it has been 14 years, after all.

Snap Snap

Lily was snapping her figures in front of his face.

James looked up, "What?"

Lily gazed at him strangely, "A penny for your thoughts?"

"It's nothing, nothing at all, I'm just going back to sleep," James said, as he headed up the stairs, in his mind, thinking about the little boy with emerald green eyes. But in his hearts of hearts, he knew what Lily was dreaming about.

It was their son, their beautiful baby boy who isn't so little anymore. You see, he was allowed to remember unlike Lily, whom memories of Harry and their magical world were all erased.

If only things were different, he thought.

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Morning: June 15, 1995 Somewhere far away from where Harry's parents are Time: 5:30

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That morning, Harry had finally woken up before anyone else with a smile in his face. Something that is rarely ever seen at Privet Drive. Sure his face was still sore from last night, but he couldn't really feel it anymore. The dream he had the night before had refreshed his mind, therefore, he wasn't tired for once. But the only problem was, he forgot what the dream was even about. (That happened to me a bunch of times. Spent the whole morning after that trying to remember what my dream was about )

Looking around the room, he noticed the large amount of unused books on the shelves. Getting off from his bed, he folded his blanket and stacked them neatly on the foot of his bed.

At an early age, Harry had learned to always look after himself. He had learned to cook and clean at the age of four. After all, It wasn't like the Dursley's were going to. They didn't bother doing anything for him if he was fully capable of doing it himself.

Some relatives I have, Aunt Petunia didn't even let Dudley play outside the front yard by himself till he was ten, Harry groaned to himself, putting his glasses on.

His eyes caught one book, it was thicker then the rest of the other books on the shelves and it seemed to be the most untouched of all. Going towards it, he figured out why. It was called Getting into Shape: Both Physically and Mentally. (There is no book called that, I made it up. So if u were planning on looking it up, DON'T) He wondered how it got there, Dudley never cared about getting into shape. Mentally or physically. Oh well, this could be useful, he thought, reminiscing about the third task.

He got the book out, and laid on the floor, opening it to the table of content.

Part one: Getting Into Shape Mentally

Chapter 1- Why would you want to do that?

Chapter 2- Clearing your mind

Chapter 3- Breathing in and out

Chapter 4- Meditation: Why that helps?

Chapter 5- Karma and your inner self

Chapter 6- Focusing your energy

Chapter 7- Connecting to the soul, body, and mind

Part two: Getting Into Shape Physically

Chapter 8- How does this tie in with part one?

Chapter 9- Starting point/Warm-ups

Chapter 10- Setting your goals

Chapter 11- Slowly getting there

Chapter 12- Pushing your body

Chapter 13- Reaching your goals

Chapter 14- Highest point

After he finished reading the content, he realized he could really use this book to his advantage. If I actually use this book, he thought, I might actually have a chance of helping the light side, after all. He had been in the wizarding world long enough to realize that they relied on magic a little too much. Without their wand, most wizards and witches were defenseless. He doubt most purebloods would even know what muggle self-defense was, or if they could even defend themselves without wands and weapons. Oh, I could definitely use this, he pondered. On the plus side, he could use the first part of the book to challenge his mind, and get ride of those awful dreams of his.

Quickly, Harry tried to skim though the book to get a feel of what he needed to do. It didn't take him too long, as the book only has about 140 pages.

After he finished skimming it, he looked up at the clock, and saw that it was only 6:45, and he didn't really need to get up till 7:50 to start preparing breakfast. He decided he should start something new this year. If he wanted to help out in the war, he should start getting ready now, in the summer time, where he didn't have to worry about school or Voldemort. Well at least not that much.

Figuring he had about an hour to waste, he decided to go outside and run for a while. He remembered what the book had said, doing something where no thinking is involved helps clear the mind.

He remembered in primary school, where he had P.E. Every Wednesdays they would all have to run 6 laps (a mile) around the playground in under 12 minutes. He used to love running, as Dudley couldn't ever caught up to him. Plus Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon never punished him for being better at it then Dudley.

"Running fast never get you anywhere, unless you're a criminal running away from a crime!" Uncle Vernon had said to Harry whenever he saw his P.E report.

It actually helped that he didn't really have any friends to hold him back then. Well actually, he did, but she was long gone now. Needless to say, he was the fastest runner in his grade.

Looking back at the clock, he figured he had plenty of time, so he got up, went to the restroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and tried combing his hair down. The last part didn't work, it never did, but that didn't bother him. As he got out of the house, and put on his hand-me-down shoes, he noticed that the sun was up. The air was clean and fresh in the morning, as Harry did his warm-ups. He didn't want his muscles to tighten up afterwards. He remembered how stiff his muscles could be if he didn't do his warm-ups right before he ran.

As Harry took off, he wondered how he could ever learn how to do self-defense.

With a sudden groan, he realized he had to get a job.

And why was I yelling at Uncle Vernon, he wondered. It wouldn't hurt anyone if I actually listened to him, would it? Oh well, if I get a job, I could pay for my self-defense classes, and maybe get some new clothes and shoes.

Because whatever he had on running right now was weighing him down, and Dudley's old shoes were way too big, and worn out for him to run properly.

This had better be worth it, he thought as he turned around Privet Drive and into the park near the Dursley's.

Running around the track, Harry wondered how he even got his crazy idea in the first place.

Oh right, to help rid the world of evil.

The heroic boy-who-lived, savoir of the wizardry world, destined to defeat the world of evil. But for what else?

It was times like this when Harry wished for a family most. Someone who cared for him, someone who'd yell at him for coming home late, and maybe even love him. He knew someone did before, two very special someone's in fact. How he hoped and hoped that this was all a nightmare, and one day he would wake up with his parents by his side. He had seen other people with their family, they were so happy, and carefree. Like the Weasleys. He remembered how Ron would complain about how much Fred and George would use him as a test subject, or about Percy and his ambitious ways. He'd even complain about Bill and Charlie. But he knew that deep down, Ron cared and loved his brothers very much.

A couple of blocks down from the Dursley, Harry saw a sign posted next to the local gym.

Want money? Need a job?

Don't think you have a skill?

Come in and see what's in store for you.

Harry slowed down a bit. Hmm....maybe that could work.

He went into the building, looking for someone to talk to.

"Hey you, little boy," Harry jumped as he turned around to look for the voice.

"Whoa, sorry if I startled you but are you looking for someone?" It was a teenage girl. She was a little taller then him, dressed in jeans, and a white tee- shirt that said Hula Hut Beach Rental.

"Yeah, actually I was looking for-"he was cut off by her throwing her arms around him.

"Harry? Is that really you? Do you remember me? It's Jen!"

"Huh? What? Jen? Where have you been? I haven't seen you since we were like eight!" Harry said happily to his childhood friend.

"Yeah," Jen said with a big smile on her face, "we're moving back! Me and my mum."

"Finally got rid of your dad, huh?" Harry said, remembering her telling him how her father used to hit her and her mother.

"Yeah, well mom finally got her senses back, and divorced him", she answered back. "Well, look at you," she said, eyeing him up and down, "You haven't changed a bit. Still the scrawny little boy as always."

"Hey," he said, with a little pout on his face. "I grew," he started.

"But not that much," Jen finished, measuring herself up to him.

"I remember you used to be taller then me, by like five inches." Harry eyes dimmed just a little.

"Well, you see, the Dursleys never really-"

"The Dursley? Well that explained it," Jen said bitterly. "Why your still with them is a mystery to me."

She never really liked the Dursley's. Dudley, in her opinion, was the worst. She remembered how he used to have a crush on her. That was the only reason he didn't beat her up for being Harry's friend. Still, it didn't keep him from beating Harry up.

He shifted a little on his feet. "Jen, you know the Dursleys are my only relatives. If I had any other, then I'll be with them in a second."

"I know," she said hoping that the Dursley's had gone a little soft on him, but seeing the clothes that he was wearing, she knew that they weren't. Harry was wearing the same glasses he had had since he was eight.

Suddenly, she remembered something, "Hey, why were you here, again, you said something about looking for someone?"

"Yeah, about that, well, I saw the sign on the wall about the job thingy, and I was wondering if there's one out there for me," he said looking at his shoes the whole time.

"Hey, look at me."

Green eyes met brown, and Jen remembered long ago, when she had a crush on him. The tingling feelings suddenly came back as he smiled up at her.

"If I, Jen White, could get a job," she said with a mock snobbishly voice, "then you, Harry Potter most certainly will, especially if I'm the one that get to decide," she finished with a laugh.

"You!" Harry asked, surprised. "No wonder, 'little boy'… do you call every guy that comes here that?" he said with a cheeky grin.

"No," she said lightly slapping his arm as he wince in mock pain "It's not my fault you shrunk."

"I did not shrink," Harry argued back, "I just didn't grow as fast as you."

"Yeah, well let's get down to business," Jen said as she lead him to a little circular room. She handed him a form with the words TEENAGE APPLICATION TEST "Fill out that form, and give it back to me when your finish, okay?"

"K, hold on."

Name: Harry Potter

DOB: July 31, 1981

Age: 14

M/F: Male

Any experiences: Well, at my Aunt and Uncle's house, I did the cooking, cleaning, ironing, gardening, and sweeping.

Circle the kind(s) of stuff you prefer to do/ work with:

Writing Art Cooking Cleaning Babysitting Plant-life Painting Deskwork Book Keeping Animals Neighborhood Help

For how long are you planning on continuing this:

1 month down Summer time 6 months 1 year up

Check the days you are able to work:

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday

What time to what time: any times fine by me

"Ok, I'm done," Harry said as he finished his last sentence, "What do I do now?"

Jen looked up from the paper she was reading, "Hold on, let me see."

Harry waited as Jen read over the paper, and slowly wrote down some stuff he couldn't read.

"There, I've got the perfect jobs for you!" she said triumphantly.

"Really?" Harry didn't think he would get one this fast. "Hold up, what you mean jobs."

"It just mean that you're getting more then one job this summer."

"I still don't get it," Harry replied, confused. "Well, you see, how you signed up for everything, but the desk job and book keeping, and how you said you'll work for the entire summer, like 24/7?"

"Yeah, is that a bad thing?" Harry asked.

"No, it's just that normal people tend to limit their work loads during the summer," Jen replied back, "but knowing you, you probably want spent as much time away form the Dursley's as possible, am I right?"

"Yeah, right as always, but that's not the only reason." Harry said, annoyed. "Uncle Vernon's making me pay for my own things, but I'm ok with it, I guess. At least now I can pick out my own clothes, clothes that actually fit, mind." He explained.

"True, but bring me along when you decide to go shopping, alright?"

"Alright, but why?"

"Cause you, Harry Potter, have no fashion sense," Jen told him, remembering how she made the mistake of asking him to choose some clothes for her when they were little.

"Funny," he said sarcastically.

"What? You know it's true."

"Fine, fine. Lets get back to my job, then," Harry said, giving up.

"Alright, but you know your just trying to change the subject, right?"

"So?" Harry said simply.

Fine then, be that way," Jen teased, "I just won't tell you what you've got to do, and you'll have to spent your whole summer working at the Dursley's."

"Hey, no fair, come on, tell me. JEN! You can't do this to me," Harry pleaded.

"Harry, Harry! I was just kidding, gosh, can't you take a joke?"

"Yeah, but when it comes to the Dursleys, it's no laughing matter." Harry replied with a pout.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind next time." Jen replied, looking at the clock, "Hey, it's almost 7:45, hey Harry, you want to-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence, as Harry cut her off, "Are you kidding? I have to be back at the Dursley by 7:50. I'll be back later. See you." Harry yelled as he ran out of the gym.

As Harry quietly tiptoed into his Uncle's house, he looked up at the clock, and saw that just made it by 30 seconds.

Harry looked as though he had run a marathon. His hair was sticking up everywhere, - in actuality, it was always like that - and he was sweating a lot, considering how it had been a while since he really actually ran that fast.

I'd better clean up before uncle Vernon sees me, though Harry.