So here it is, my own HP story.

I don't own Harry potter.

Chapter 1: What the HELL just happened?

Albus Dumbledore sat in a darkend room staring into a crystal ball, ghostly illuminations rising from it. Seer's we not the only magical people in the world to use the artifact to peer into the unknown...

What he looked at in the ball was a scrawny boy of soon-to-be 15 he was obviously malnourished but aside from that fact there were many other noticible characteristics about the boy. The shaggy black hair for one, the remarkable lightning bolt shapped scar that sat upon his forehead, but perhaps the most noticible and indeed maybe even the easiest thing about him to overlook was his eyes. Bright, luminous, emerald eyes.

It is not a well known fact that a wizards eyes are an excellent measure of his or her power. This boys eyes were perhaps one of the most promising sets in wizarding history.

Some called them "Windows to the soul"... Dumbledore likend them to "Mirrors of power".

The aged sorcerer sighed and stood up. Plans had to be set into action. Things were getting far too out of hand and he was getting far too old to deal with them the way he had before.

It was time for someone to continue his work, and his crystal ball held the image of the one he had qualified to do it.

Harry Potter.

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Said wizard sat glummly in his room. This whole summer, as far as he could tell, was absurd.

Lord Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard in recent history had risen once more and what was he doing? Scrounging for news papers and stealing looks at the news on the television whenever he could. Not that he didn't want to take a more active role in helping fight the Dark Lord, he wasn't allowed really. During his summers he had to live with his relatives, the Dursley's, who completly and utterly blocked him from the magical world.

As far as he could tell, Voldemort was sitting on his ass doing plenty of nothing.

Which had him frustrated to no end.

Even if the Dark Lord had been doing things exclusivley in the wizarding world, Harry wouldn't know.

Why is that?

Because his friends hadn't owled him. All they had sent were little vague messages that only served to piss the young magician off.

Things such as

"Dear Harry,

Were not allowed to say too much but I hope your doing ok.

Sincerly,

Ron"

It really made him wonder why they put forth the effort. And what was all that rubbish about not being allowed to say much. Even if he wasn't allowed to tell them anything, he would've done it anyway.

Frustrated with the way things were working out, Harry decided to go for a walk, snatching his wand from his bed post on the way out.

Stepping into the cool night air, Harry let out a more relieved sigh. It felt good out in the open, not cooped up in his room on Privet Drive. He mulled things over in his mind as he walked down the quiet road, street lights dimly lighting him and the rest of the street. He was starting to like things better when it was dark. No one is usually around to bug him, it's quiet, it's cooler, and gave him more room to think.

He didn't particularlly think about anything specific, he just...thought. Thought about Hogwarts, thought about Voldemort, thought about what might be for lunch, thought if he would get to eat said lunch, and heaven forbid, he thought of girls. Ofcourse he had thought about getting stronger to face Voldemort, how could he not have, but it's not like he could just hop on the Knight bus, take a trip to Gringotts, withdraw several million galleons and take a dandy of a trip through Diagon and Knockturn Alley. Dumbledore and the ministry would be quick to pick up on that.

He could alway's pick up some extras the next time he went to Diagon Alley, it was only about a month away anyway.

It was about a mile down the road he noticed two things about his current position that he didn't quite feel comfortable with. One, Dudley and his gang were in the park, not a football field away. Two, there was a pair of damp foot prints next to him that followed him whenever he walked. The problem was that Dudley and his friends didn't seem exactly sober and that a magical stalker wasn't exactly something he needed, let alone infront of muggles like Dudley. He needed to do something...

The wizard behind him could be a death eater and he didn't want more blood on his hands, even if it was people he didn't like. What else was there to do but make an encounter with the wizard?

He turned around and headed back towards the Dursley's when he felt an unexplainable chill in the air around him. A chill that he recognized all too well.

Fuck.

As if this stalker wasn't enough, Dudley was heading home also, and by the feel of things a Dementor was near. When did it end?

He caught a glimpse of the foul creature as it made a pass around a street lamp and he found his mood replaced by a distinct disgust of the hooded monster. His upper lip curled as he reached for his wand, but he was fast interuppted by his stalker, a girl if he judged by the voice shouted

"EXPECTO PATRONUM"

A large silver dog leapt at the dementor and tugged at it's cloak with it's jagged teeth. The dark creature tugged free of the dog and fled.

Harry was right when he assumed his stalker was a girl. She was of average height with bubble gum pink hair and shiny blue eyes. Harry could only think of one word to describe her.

Cute.

He suddenly wasn't that annoyed or offended this witch was stalking him. He was actually rather flattered. But now wasn't the time to let on that he was attracted to her. He acted upon this thought by levelling his wand at her.

"Who are you?" He asked curtly.

"Wotcher Harry!" was the reply. Harry could only raise his eyebrow. "Names Tonks...mind takin' yer wand away from my face?"

"Sure, right after you tell me why you've been following me since I left my house."

"Umm...I guess I hafta tell ya since ya already found me out...Bugger...he said not to let you find me." Tonks said, looking down and shuffling her feet.

"Who said not to let you find me?" Harry demanded.

"Dumbledore. Said ya might bump into this trouble over the summer, so me n' some others are takin' shifts guardin' ya. Looks like it was worth it too. Dammit...now that ya found me I gotta send up the signel. Hold up, kay?"

Harry didn't reply, he stood there and processed what she had said word by word. Finally it worked it's way through.

"Dumbledore's been having me followed?"

"Nah...well...yea...Sorta...more guarded than followed, were not exactly changin' skivvies with you in the morning." And with that Tonks sent up a flare of bright red sparks into the sky.

"The others should be here in a bit, and don't ask any more questions, we gotta get to head quarters quick."

"Head quarters?" Harry asked, confused. This whole thing was going way too fast for him.

Several cracks resounded through the air around them and Harry found himself next to the real Mad-Eye Moody and his ex-teacher Remus Lupin.

"C'mon Potter, no time to chat and have tea, gotta get goin. Remus will take care of your belongings and let you relatives know whats happenin'." And with that Moody took a hold of Harry's hand and apparated away.

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Harry reappeared in quite possibly the dankest, darkest, dirtiest place he had ever been in, and thats including the cupboard under the stairs. As he looked around he took in the troll foot umbrella stand and the House Elf heads placed upon the wall. What the hell were they doing in a place like this, if he had to guess he'd say they were standing in the middle Lord Voldemorts welcome room.

"Professor...Where the He-" But he was cut off by a mane of red hair with arms enveloping him.

"Oh Harry, we were so worried when we heard that the emeregency sparks had been set up, I'm so glad to see your safe!" That could only be the Weasley Matriarch, Molly Weasley, the woman Harry him self counted the closest thing he had to a mother.

"Happy to see you Harry, we were worried..." Said Arthur Weasley, patting Harry on the shoulder.

When he and the others were done saying their hello's and how-you-do's to each other Harry asked

"So...Where are we?"

"Ah, I beleive that is my question to answer." Came a rugged, scratchy voice from the doorway. "I welcome you, Harry, to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed, his recent annoyance and frustration gone for the moment.

"I apologize, the house isn't exactly up to snuff."

Harry laughed as he took in the ancient house of the Black family. Finally Sirius offered to take Harry to his room.

"Hermione and Ron are waiting to see you. I dare say they'll be happy to see you!" Sirius said, his barking laughter at the end.

"Oh I bet." Harry started sarcastically "They sure had enough to say over the summer."

"Bah, It couldn't be helped Harry, Mad-Eye has been screening the mail, each and every peice, y'know how paranoid the coot is." And with that he patted Harry on the back and walked down the stairs.