A/n Yay! This is my first chapter of my brand new fic; it has so many plot twists you'll be reading it backwards before it's done. I'm so happy. Oh and I'll try to be chapters ahead on this story, posting every weekend okay? Oh, and I need 5 reviews per chapter or I wont go on, just to make sure you all read that

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Chapter 1- My Tea's Gone Cold. . . .

            July 30th. Harry potter lay alone in his room, facing the ceiling. In one hand he was holding up a small brown picture frame, and in the other he was slowly stroking the picture. The current picture was of Fleur Sophie Delacour, Harry's ex-girlfriend. Last year she had perished at the hands of Lord Voldemort, who was after her necklace.

            Harry slowly laid the picture on his bedside table and stood up, it was around eleven O'clock at night, but the Dursleys were up and moving downstairs. They had just gotten in from a road trip to River Wangt, which was actually Hermione's hometown. Harry was usually not kept at home alone, but the Dursleys seemed to have changed over the previous school year.  When Harry first got home he said that he'd do dishes and all his chores whenever, just not to bother him at all, and on his birthday they better no try to get him to come out of his room. He was waiting in anticipation for them to start screaming about ungratefulness, but they didn't. In fact they followed his description to a tee. He came downstairs on Mondays, Wednesday, and the weekends to do his chores while Dudley did them the other days, and for his birthday, (today) they Dursleys left pre made lasagna and garlic bread for him and put heating directions on it.

"Harry!" Dudley said, knocking on his door. He poked his head in, "we're back from River Wangt. Wanna hear about this girl I met?" He honestly sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush, but Harry needed to be cheered up and a laugh at Dudley's expense was the best thing for it.  Harry stood up, obviously bigger than Dudley in height, and with more muscles. If Harry wanted to he really could take Dudley this year. Throughout the summer Harry had grown, he was about 5'11" and his muscles were a lot better. He did a lot of working out in his room, and his abs was flat as a washboard. Harry followed Dudley to his room, one of which he had never been into.

"You know what Dudley, I've never been in here." He said. Dudley sneered,

"With god reason." Just when he thought things were getting better, but then again Harry didn't mind. He looked out of the window, no profiles of owls yet.

"So Harry, did you have fun at your school for freaks?" Dudley asked, Harry smirked,

"You know you'll get in trouble for talking about it."

"You're not going to tell on me though. So what did you freaks do?"

"Us freaks had a bad year, drop it tubby, anyways I thought we were here to talk about your girlfriend." Harry added the emphasis on the last word. Dudley sat down on his king sized bed, making it sink to the ground almost a foot. Dudley had gained weight over the year, and at this rate the only alternative Harry could see was liposuction.

"Okay, this girl out there, she lived by the hotel. She was really pretty; she had big brown hair, and these dark brown chocolate eyes that radiated with a sense of worry about everything. She was beautiful, and really smart. I gave her my number and I got hers and she said she'd call me at twelve."

"Really Dudley, what was this girl's name?"

"Hermione Granger, she really was pretty." He said. Harry had the feeling he'd been waiting to tell someone this story for ages. Harry had been a little shocked when he said Hermione's name but then again, he was easy at hiding shock.

"So, did you and this girl . . .. " Harry trailed off purposely, just to see how far Dudley would go in his story. Dudley smiled,

"Twice." He said. Harry smiled, as did Dudley, again.

"I'm going to sleep, call me when she rings."

"Why?"

"I wanna hear this." Harry said blankly and walked away. He was positive Hermione didn't fancy Dudley, and even more so that she knew who he was." Harry walked back into his bedroom, picking up the picture. He tapped the top corner twice and Lily Potter's picture appeared. She didn't seem too old, eighteen at the most. She was waving profusely and smiling, her earrings glistening in the light. Harry had yet to recognize the place where she was, but it was beautiful. It had a scenic overlook that mapped out a far and vast distance, no defining establishments were in the background.

He put the picture on a small tack that was hanging on his wall, it was the first thing you saw when entering his room.

Another knock rang on the door, a skinny and somewhat pale woman poked her head in this time; it was Harry's aunt Petunia.

"Harry, I just wanted to let you know we're home and not to try to attack us-" She cut off from what she was saying though and ventured into the room. Slowly she reached the wall and picked up the picture of Lily. The picture had stopped waving, but it was still smiling politely. Petunia pulled the picture closer to her, her throat obviously swelling up. Harry didn't know how he knew it, but he did know the bond hat kin had. Even the Weasley's had a bond with him, no matter how much Ron complained about Percy, he knew he would jump through hoops for him. Petunia placed the picture back n the wall,

"How'd you get that?" She asked. Harry didn't answer before she asked another question,

"Do you think you could get me one of those?" She asked. This was weird, for the first time in his life the Dursleys were acting humane toward him and he didn't know why. He had overheard a conversation one day, Vernon was telling them to be a little different toward someone because they looked like they had been through a lot over the year, but he somehow doubted it was him.

"I'll get you one Aunt Petunia, when I go back, and I'll mail it the normal way." She nodded a little and left the room. Harry looked at his clock, by now it was twelve thirty and he didn't expect any more visitors. He opened his window up and laid down/.

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            Harry's alarm clock went off at Midnight; he rolled over and knocked off his bedside table.

"Oh." He grabbed his head. He had a small headache. He was just in time to see a silhouette of owls in the distance.

            As they grew closer Harry recognized Hedwig, Pig, Hermes, and Errol. Wondering why all three of Ron's family owls were coming to him Harry noticed Errol and Hermes were carrying a huge package. When the owls made it to the window and dropped the packages on the bed they made a mad dash to Hedwig's cage, which Harry had happened to magically enlarge during his school year. Harry picked up the package Hedwig left, it was from Sirius,

Harry

How are you, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you much, but I promise that I will be there at Hogwarts this year. I tried to come and see you after the unpleasantness last year, but every time I came you were still unconscious. I hope you like this present, it's a Reserve, ask Hermione about it, of course she'll know what to do with it. Cheer up a little, remember this year you get to pick a brand new Quidditch team!

Siriusly Sirius

Harry smiled at Sirius's letter; he was right, Harry should cheer up. He had Quidditch to look forward to. Harry opened the package carrying the Reserve; it was an amulet with orange mist swirling in the middle of it. Harry placed it around his neck and discarded the packaging.

Harry grabbed up the package from pig, which was the second biggest. Harry opened it and noted the writing was Hermione's, which was weird.

Harry

How are you, I really hope to see you at the Weasley's. (Hopefully you haven't read this one first, I may have ruined the surprise) Anyway, I'll talk to you there, for now I just wanted to give you this book, a little light reading for your trip, it'll be a long one. Actually, I think I'll see you when we get there, until then

Love from

Hermione

Harry reread the letter, and then opened the package, it was A Guide To The Making of and execution of Quidditch's best moves. Harry placed the book in his school trunk and discarded the paper, he reached for the last package, obviously from the Weasleys, it was the biggest but it was soft. Harry wondered what was in it. He detached the letter to read it,

Harry

How are you, I hope your not brooding or anything, because I'd hate to see that. Sorry for the short notice, but look out of your front window when you finish this, don't forget your school things, wink, wink. This package is a gliding cloak, when you put it on you can glide around, (It's for you if you need to escape out of your window.) I'll see you in a minute Harry

Ron

Harry opened the package with the cloak and laid it on the bed. He gathered up all his stuff and quickly threw it in his trunk, taking out a piece of parchment. He grabbed a spare pen he kept around the room and scribbled a quick note to the Dursleys, nothing big, but they had been civil to him this summer. Harry grabbed his trunk, lifting it up on his bed and put his cloak on. It was weird, the trunk no longer felt heavy at all, as a matter of fat he could lift it with ease. Harry walked to the window, opening it wide to let all the owls fly out,

"Hedwig, I'm going to the Weasley's, I'll take your cage okay." He whispered as his owl passed him. She nibbled his ear a little in understanding and flew out of the window. Harry snatched Hedwig's cage and leapt out of the window.

            He expected to hit the ground with a thud, but it didn't come. He was slowly floating to the ground. Harry gently touched the ground and walked around to the front of Privet Drive, careful not to let any neighbors see him. Harry saw a large black limousine sitting in the driveway of Privet Drive. Harry dragged his trunk to the limo and tapped on the glass. The door opened and Ron hopped out,

"Harry, mate, it's good to see you, how are you?" he asked quickly. Hermione jumped out and hugged Harry. Ron sat there grinning madly as Harry struggled to breathe,

"Hi to you too Hermione." He mumbled out. Ron pushed Harry's trunk into the limo and helped Hermione back into it. Ron climbed in and then Harry had never been in such a plush limo and well, it was huge. The inside had various things in it, a refrigerator, and a small mini bar. Harry looked at the large glass that separated the passengers from the driver's.

"Is your dad driving?" He asked Ron. Ron shook his head,

"No, Dad got promoted, they merged the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts and the Magical Cooperation branches and out of everyone dad was the most able, so he is the head of the new Office of Magical and Non-Magical Cooperation." Ron said. Harry let his thoughts wonder to what Hermione and Ron did alone inside this limo for the whole time.

"So should we get going?" Harry asked. Ron smiled and tapped on the glass. The limo pulled off.

A/N I know the Dursleys seem OOC, but there is a reason, and don't think I forgot about Dudley's crush on Hermione, it all shall come up next time. Bye

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