Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters. This is just a simple, non-profitable, fan fiction. I just screwed up the plot for fun.

Note: You have to read the fifth book to understand this!

Oh Stupid Scar!

It's summer after Harry's 5th year - strange things happen…..

"Great, I'm back in this bloody place."

Harry's life wasn't going pretty well. His fifth year at Hogwarts was probably the worst year ever. His DADA teacher was poison-minded, Draco was prefect, Sirius died and he had to face Voldemort again - Can it get any worse?

Well, at least it was so bad every second of his life. He had great friends, and friends are usually important in life, right?

Harry laid down in bed, trying to be optimistic. Maybe next year would be better. Maybe next year he can play quidditch again. Hey, at least the Dursleys are showing a little more respect than usual..

He fell asleep.

"Master?"

Harry sat up, his vision blurred.

"Master, you okay?"

For some reason that voice sounded familiar..

"Why are you calling me master? Who are you?" said Harry.

"… Are you feeling alright sir?"

"I don't know, I can't see very well."

"Maybe you need glasses."

"I have glasses, don't I? Where am I? I was at Privet Dri-"

"What? Master! You need help."

"Huh? For the last time stop calling me…"

Harry woke up. His vision was back to normal and he saw himself in his room, sitting up in bed. Harry stayed in the same position, confused and stayed silent for a while.