Chapter 1: The Library

Boris Chekhov was a retired KGB wolf soldier who had moved to Little Whinging in 1990 after the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1989. He had heavily supported the communist ideals that the country had up until then.

He believed everyone God's green earth was equal.

So Boris Chekhov had went against all of the library's regulations and rules, and had hid a copy of The Communist Manifesto in the back of the History section, and hoped that one day someone like him would go back there one day and read it, and he hoped they would grow to love communism as he did.

On the 23rd of June, 1991, Boris Chekhov died in intensive care in a London hospital, after being stabbed 9 times in the chest at a bar. Witnesses said Mr. Chekhov had been arguing with Sam Dustman, who is now one of the prime suspects.

I knew that it was only going to be two months at the Dursley's before I would return to my real home. I knew that in a relative sort of way, 2 months was almost nothing. But as the Hogwarts Express was slowly pulling away from the school, My heart clenched in a truthfully painful way.

I may have only attended Hogwarts for 10 months, but I had grown to love the castle with all my heart, I loved the magic, I loved the splendour it had, and I loved my friends.

Speaking of them, Ron and Hermione were arguing as usual, something about Ron chewing a chocolate frog with his mouth open or something of that sort, I hadn't been paying much attention, I was off in my own little world, thinking about Hogwarts, about the summer, and about Quirrel.

Headmaster Dumbledore had said that it was his mother's love that had saved him, that had incinerated Quirrel, Dumbledore had said that Quirrel was being kept alive with Voldemort's magic. But how can magic like that magic even exist? Black magic? I knew that certain emotions fuelled magic, as my mother's love had fuelled the protection.

I was shocked that love could turn a man to dust, sure the man was evil, but it still scared me to this day. I decided i would sleep on it, and maybe I'll wake up to a awnser.

"Harry?" a voice questioned me, and i stretched as i woke up. I turned to look at Hermione, who's faced looked slightly concerned, "We're approaching the station, you should get changed." she said.

I was still wearing my Hogwarts robes, thirsting for my last breath of magic before i was locked up with a bunch of muggles for the summer.

After changing in the train's bathroom, and grabbing our trunks, the train finally pulled up to the station and we pushed through the crowds to Ron and Hermione's families, the Dursleys would be waiting on the muggle side, of course.

I shared a tear-filled goodbye with Hermione, and exchanged a smile with Ron, before the Weaslys left through the Floo, and Hermione's family exited and drove off to somewhere in central London, before i also exited to the muggle side and went to find Uncle Vernon.

He was waiting in the carpark by the car, with a truly nasty look on his face, i walked up and got in, no words spoken, and he drove off to surrey with his face in a pinch.

Vernon did not beat me, he was not that bad of a man, i suppose that was his only honourable feature, that he did not stoop low enough to start beating children, unlike Dudley, of course. The car ride was long, and completely silent with only the radio and the sound of the highway in my ears.

We finally arrived to Number 4, Privet Drive, and entered the house, unsuspectingly, Vernon grabbed my trunk from my hands and put it the cupboard under the stairs, the first words he uttered were "No more magic till September, or else you'll be the one in this cupboard." he said.

"Yes, Sir."

I walked up to my room, no more books?! No more studying, if I was unable to at least get my charms, potions and transfiguration books, no more doing summer homework, McGonagall would have my hide.

Dammit now I need to get my books from that trunk, somehow.

I plotted for a couple days with no more idea other than, you guessed it, magic, that would be hard. With nothing else to do, i decided to approach Aunt Petunia about going to the local library.

Whilst i didn't always read, it would at least be something to do.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where she usually was, drinking tea and watching TV or something of that sort. "Aunt Petunia?" i asked, she turned in her chair to look at me. "What!?" she asked, with a sneer worthy of Snape on her face.

"I'd like to go to the local library, if that's alright?" I pleaded, and she looked like for a second that she was going to reject me. But lucky me, I got permission

The library consisted mostly of textbooks, and a couple fiction books that I had read when I was younger, so I went to the most interesting section, History. I liked History, I liked reading about wars, I liked the saying "If no one read history, we would all repeat the same mistakes", I believed in that.

I had already read most of the books, except for the last shelf, which was at the back of the isle, I browsed it and found almost nothing interesting, but a the lowest shelf, in the farthest corner, a bright red book stood out to me.

I grabbed it off the shelf, the cover was much more interesting than other history books, it was a simple hammer crossed with a sickle, both in gold, and the title read The Communist Manifesto.

(A.N: and that's the first chapter folks, I'll try to write as much as i can, please leave reviews :) )