My first FanFic hope you enjoy it

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the books i don not own and i'd appreciate it if you didn't copy any of the other stuff with out asking although i don't expect it to be good enough for someone to want to copy any of it.

Harry walked down the dark streets of Privet drive headed towards the dilapitated park nearest to his aunt and uncle's house. It was late and he had been kicked out of the house earlier in the dayby his Uncle Vernon because the Dursley's were having a party and they didn't want him interupting with his freakishness as his Uncle had so gently put it. At first he had just sat out back behind the house but when that had got to boring he had decided to walk to the park which was where he was headed now.

Harry stepped over the low chain that surruonded the park and walked over to the lone swing that remained unbroken by Dudley and his gang. He slowly sat down and began to think of his sixth year at Hogwarts it was the one and only year where he had not had to fight for his life and he was glad for the reprieve. Voldemort had tried to kidnap him by sending him dreams of him torturing poor Remus in a location not far away from Hogwarts (though Harry never did figure out exactly where) to attempt to lure him out and away from Hogwarts.

Of course, the second he had these dreams he went to Dumbledore who would contact Remus to assure Harry he was okay and prove that he was alive. This of couse did not please Voldemort Harry's scar hurt for a week afterwards when the dark lord had figured out that Harry was not coming and he got even more dreams than usual Voldemorts way of punishing he guessed.

Now Harry was back at the Dursley's for the summer again the order had threatened them so they left Harry alone and he left them alone which was how he liked it. When he first got there he did his homework having nothing else to do. When that was done he re-read every single book he had and memorised them too he could probably remeber them better than Hemione with how many times he had read them. When he finally got fed up with that he even volunteered to do chores around the house both inside and out which they had no problem letting him work on.

Harry stood up from the swing he had been sitting on and began to walk out of the park it was pretty late by this time and he figured that the Dursley's party would be over by now. He got to the edge of the park and was about to step over the chain when he spotted something odd. There not three feet away from him in the pale light coming from the moon was a magical flower Harry recognized from a picture in his sixth year Herbology book. It was a Marionettus it stood there looking almost like a red muggle rose except for the fact it did not grow from a bush, it had black lining on each individual petal, and it had a clear solid round drop of shining crystal in the center.

Harry cruoched and exmined it for a few minutes trying to remember its magical properties when it finally clicked why he could not remember them the book had said that due to its rarity its properties were unknown only that it created a crystal in its center which no muggle flower could do. slowly he reached out to touch it hesitating only for a second before he touched it. As he did it seemed to crumple under its own weight the crystal fell from the flower hitting the ground right as there was a resounding CRACK and a bright flash of light knocking Harry on his back.

He lay there for a moment wondering since when did flowers explode and trying to get his bearings. Then right before he could stand up to see if he could figure out why it had explode he heard a small giggle and something landed right on his stomach with a small plop.

thanks for reading you can probably guess what this story is about if not you'll find out in the next chapter just trying to put a new spin on an old plot R&R thanks

-Amai-Leid