ORIGINAL QUALITY
Chapter One- Ignorance Was Bliss
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it, sadly to say. But if I did then I'd be rich and fat sitting on a veranda in Italy eating chocolates and pinching cute waiters butts. sigh But I do own the idea I've written down with these characters I do not own, and any people I mention that have never previously made an appearance in the first 5 HP books. Thank you, and please don't sue. I'm poor.

The sudden laughter in the rooms below startled the quiet male teenager, locked inside his room on the second story meditating. He quickly calmed and returned to his thoughts. His relatives were having company that night. He'd been drilled into remembering that he wasn't to leave his room or make sounds under any circumstances- which included drowning, fire, and bathroom runs. Not that he'd planned on it anyway. He wanted nothing to do with any acquaintances of his contemptuous relatives.

The leanly built teen's black and untamable hair looked oddly natural in its jaw line length, curling slightly at the ends in defiance. The haunted green jewels many primitively described as eyes looked out on the world trapped behind thick black circular glasses frames, underlined with dark purple crescents from lack of sleep. The small but unique lightning shaped scar on his forehead was partially revealed as he distractedly flicked the hair out of his eyes. It seemed to have a mind of its very own. The exhausted and thin looking young man, though obviously having grown up quite a bit within the last month and a half away from school could readily be identified as only one person- Harry James Potter.

He returned to his meditative state- the only form of rest he'd had since he'd returned 'home'. And thanks to this, he'd only had the occasional nightmare or vision. Taking every word Professor Snape had told him during his previous Occlumency 'lessons' to heart, he'd spent day upon day working on his weak mental shields. He'd stumbled upon the most remarkable way to do it, building a figurative brick wall, one brick at a time. Somehow it had gotten easier with time. In the beginning it had been so hard, it felt as if he'd physically had to lift the bricks himself. Each weighed a staggering amount. In those first few days he'd only accomplished 'laying' four mental bricks in a line to start his wall. He'd wanted to give up after that, so frustrated over the painstaking process. He'd finally fallen asleep that night, both mentally and physically exhausted. When his scar warned him of an oncoming vision he'd almost not cared. It was like he was watching it from a distance, like a person had been carrying a grey mist, approaching his miniscule four brick wall.

Then something amazing had happened. The thing carrying the vision the vision approached the wall, he on the other side watching impassively, gearing up for the rough hours ahead. Then the person tripped, falling to the ground and the misty vision fell to the ground and disappeared. Harry had woken up immediately in complete shock. What had just happened? His scar flared as he felt a Crucatious curse was being used, but the small fire in his temple was nothing compared to anything previous, but it still remained. His dinky mental wall... had worked. Immediately he'd started again, forgetting to return to sleep. This time instead of cursing everything and anything as he moved he began to chant.

It had started out small, little tunes he'd picked up from overhearing Dudley's radio blasting all day. After a few days it became his own music. He poured his heart into it, singing about everything he knew- which led to him chanting even school things. Hours upon hours were devoted to light and emotional charm spells flowing together and some adventures he'd had. Suddenly the impossibly heavy brick he'd been holding changed. Harry had stared at it, falling heavily to the ground and leaving a deep imprint in the soil. Had the color changed? It now seemed to flow between a regular brick and something... else. It was something more than just a brick in a mental wall now. He glanced up at his wall- the bricks now beginning to starting to define what it was clearly, stretching form one end of the meadow to the other. Suddenly he looked around him. Indeed, he was in a meadow, the bricks he'd been using were coming from a pile of rubble that seemed to have once been a house behind him. Why had he never noticed this before? But then a thought struck him- was his mind the meadow? Determination now on his face he vowed to himself to make the wall surround the entire plot, and nothing was going to stop him. He almost dropped the twice as heavy brick again when he finally saw the wall he'd been building- every brick had changed to match the magical one in his hands. He'd smiled for the first time he'd been back for the summer. Without a wand he'd done something magical, even if it was in his own mind. Suddenly he seemed less weary and continued his chanting, almost cheerfully laying the impossibly heavy bricks. It was hours later while he was resting did he notice with no small amount of surprise a partially burned nameplate on one of the ruined bricks. It gleamed in shimmering gold letters, scourging into his mind, "Potter". He was at his old house- reusing the ruins to build a wall around his mind. Smiling again he returned to work.

When Harry hadn't been building his mental wall he'd had his nose buried in books. Text books mostly to be exact. Hermione would have been proud- he'd memorized every previous year's book and had sent Hedwig out to Flourish and Blotts to get every book he could think of. Advanced and regular level books in Legimancy, Occlumency, DADA, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, along with mental, wandless, silent magic's and even magical theory. He'd received a few days later owl after owl carrying books- as well as a letter from the store. They'd thanked him for his quite magnanimous purchases and had sent him the bill- which they'd already charged to his vault in the Gringotts Wizarding Bank. He smiled at that thought; the amount would barely even put a dent into the money pile up inside that guarded room of magical steel.

Harry had tucked in with a vigor and excitement that would have left Hermione in his dust. Everything seemed so much easier to understand then it ever had before. It suddenly made sense why Hermione would get all her charms right on practically the first try every time. You had to understand what you were doing, not just the magical part; which he'd always had down to a science, but the mental reasoning behind it all as well. He sent away all the owls after they'd rested with a small letter of thanks to the owners.

Whenever Harry was delivered food he barely tasted it, reading and memorizing every word like it alone would sate his starvation. He'd even read 'Hogwarts- A History". His wall seemed to be half completed, circling around the property in a surprising 4 foot tall wall. But he understood he'd need more. His chants became more confident, exuberant and highly intricate. The magic in the bricks changed again, quadrupling the original weight (which was only doubling the secondary weight). But he could only smile and continue- he was getting stronger.

The one day a week shower Harry had gotten today had met him with a surprise. Taking the shower without even glancing at himself, since he'd believed he knew what he'd find when he looked. Then he looked at his hand, and it was exactly like his mental one. He's thought all those aches and pains had been from all the mental strain... not actual physical. His hands were richly tanned and calloused in his mind from all the hard work, and the hand before his eyes had looked exactly like that, not the pale and soft delicate hands they used to be. His eyes traveled up his arms slowly, and then had to stare at them too. Muscles, so clearly defined and hard were lying just below the deep gold of his skin. He looked at his wash board stomach, the legs he used to keep his back properly held under the intense strain of the mental bricks- they were all rock hard and almost perfectly defined. He'd jumped out of the shower and stared at himself in the mirror.

His skinny bean-pole body that was pale as paper and could barely hold himself up in a push up position had been almost completely transformed. This teenager could not have possibly been him! No baby fat was apparent anywhere, every inch tanned to the rich gold he'd seen on his shoulders, broadened in a maturity he hadn't even noticed was happening to him, and the lengthening of limbs and other... interesting parts. Hopping back into the shower he'd taken a more interested view in hygiene, paying more attention to himself. As he made his way back to his room he looked forward to more research, even finding an explanation for this new discovery. 'God!' he rolled his eyes, 'I hope I don't turn into Hermione, Ron can only take so much.' And he startled himself by laughing.

The day before his birthday his aunt finally came up to see him. She was disappointed she couldn't yell at him about a messy room- it was spotless. Books neatly on the shelves, clothes either put away in his trunk or hanging in the closet, and the bed was made. To her confusion it even looked dusty and untouched. Harry turned and looked at her from his desk where he'd been reading when he heard the multiple barricades on his door being unlocked. She scowled at him, not caring about the tidy piles of parchment arranged at his desk. His previously messy scrawl had transformed into neatly elegant and small script, flooding the papers in vivid detail. They took up every available white section of paper in notes, intricate diagrams or models. What she did notice however was how miserable he looked- at least at first glance. Those dark circles meant no sleeping, and she smirked.

"You're doing the yard. And no funny stuff or you'll be punished like never before!" and then the day proceeded. He repainted the fence, weeded and replanted the garden under his aunts' glare, washed the windows, cleaned the gutters, mowed the lawn, turned over the compost pile and took out the garbage in record time. His aunt scowled at his lack of exhaustion as Harry was allowed to sit in the kitchen with a sandwich as she tended to her rose beds. When he was finally allowed to leave it was well past dark and he returned to his previous place in the chair. The yard work had been exhausting, though it hadn't appeared so, and he decided it wouldn't be wise to work on his wall tonight and instead returned to his studying.

Later that night he ignored the insistent tapping on his window until he completed a complicated Potions compound and formula, then looked up at his window to see a flock of owls staring directly back at him. Quickly he opened his window and let all the owls in, laying out water and treats for them as he took their burdens. He'd forgotten today was his birthday! Mrs. Weasly, Ron, Fred, George, Hagrid, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, Hagrid, Remus, Tonks, his Hogwarts letter, and an oddly unmarked package were sprawled out upon his bed. Harry munched on one of Mrs. Weasly's mince pies and read Ron and Hermione's cards, just as uneventful and vague as their letters. Ron had sent him a play snitch, much like the one he'd seen his father playing with in Snape's pensieve. Deciding not to think much on that, he placed it on his desk, where its golden wings whirred quietly, and returned to open Hermione's gift. It was a book- he laughed, one he'd already received from Flourish and Blotts. He scribbled down a note to Hermione with a suggestion for another book and tied both the book and the note back onto the owl, which hooted and left through the window once he was finished. He opened the box from Fred and George without hesitation. They had a silent agreement that since he was their silent partner that he would never be on the receiving end of their pranks, at least not with their knowledge. On the top was a letter;

'Dear Harry,

Wishing you a happy birthday! We decided there were only a few things we could give to our silent partner, so here it is! At the bottom of our gift box is a certificate to Olivanders. You can use it to buy a dueling wand- we will be sent the bill. You're almost a fully grown wizard and we thought it would be appropriate. Then there is a small bag of Floo powder so you can talk to us at any time! Then 100% Dragon Hide boots- Hungarian Horntail you know- also thought that ironic, eh? And lastly there is our wonderful new product; Polly Pudding! We made it just for you mate, too bad though, it's illegal to market. But it's special, it's just like the polyjuice potion except it lasts two hours and not one. Aren't any side effects to date so just drop in a hair and eat up! Oh, and Ron says don't go around looking like him, he say's it'd be spooky.

Your partners,

Fred and George

Presidents of WWW'

Harry quirked an eyebrow at the unmarked tupperware dish, a carved triple W on the top. 'Useful' he thought and put it away in his trunk. He tossed Hargrids black cookies in the trash, and read the funny wizarding birthday card form the half giant. He was pleasantly surprised at Tonk's gift, a matching dragon leather knee length dueling coat for the twins' boots. Neville sent him a nice normal black leather schedule book, with a card saying he hoped it would help him f he continued with the DA meetings. Dean's refill broom cleaning kit was much appreciated and a set of black dueling robes- more like a pair of black trousers and lack coat which looked shockingly similar to the ones Snape had worn on the only day of the dueling club in 2nd year- as obvious overkill from last years mishap. He put everything away with a grin, and turned to the last two gifts. Remus had also sent him a letter, but he passed it up for a moment to look at his gift. It was a book, or what appeared to be one, as its pages were all blank. It must have been a large diary then, and pleased he put it away and opened up the letter.

'Dear Harry,

My wishes to you having a happy birthday! This year is probably going to be very hectic for you and you may not have time or organize all of your thoughts when you think of them. As you have probably guessed, this is a diary. Your thoughts will write themselves onto its infinite pages when you open it after you've, sadly, placed a drop of your blood inside the cover. This allows only you to read and write in it, giving you probably the only privacy you'll really have at school and I hope it helps.

Now, as for the unmarked package, it is a gift Sirius ordered for you last summer. He'd hoped he could give it to you in person when he was a free man. I have no idea what it is, but I really hope it helps you Harry, Sirius would want you to use it and be happy with it more than anything. I also hope that speaking of him doesn't cause you too much pain; I know it hurts me to even think about him right now. Harry, I know you probably are suffering but Sirius would want us to take our time and accept it so it wouldn't pain us, he's even said so. Please understand this, and try not to let it overwhelm you Harry, you are like a son to me. The Order and I are going to be picking you up within the next few days, please be somewhat ready for us. Thank you Harry, we know all this has been so hard on you...

Yours,

Moony'

Harry's heart froze, and then seemed to collapse, breaking every bone in his chest along with it. Sirius! How could he have possibly put Sirius into the back of his mind, if only for a few minutes? He looked down at his hands, now holding the torn letter. He tossed it aside and snatched up the unmarked box and tore into it. Inside was a pensieve, intricately carved runes circling the dark blue and silver bowl. Inside were an instruction manual and another letter. He couldn't bring himself to look at the letter right now, and replaced the top back onto the box. Methodically he placed the box delicately inside of his trunk, not wanting the last gift he would ever receive from his god father to be broken.

Over the next few miserable days Harry was plagued with nightmares that had been held off all summer by not sleeping as he slept, when he was too depressed to build his walls, which had been the only place he could have found peace. Building the wall had been the only place he could have found solace, but even as he chanted he was miserable, his mournful tunes relaying that. The magical bricks had become even heavier with the weight of magic in them but he did not notice. Brick piled upon brick his body sweating under the vigorous torture he was putting himself through. His mental haven was raining, hiding his tears as he chanted his voice smooth and becoming noticeably deeper as the hours rolled by. When he finally stopped he pulled out of his mind. He sighed and sat back away from his desk. A noise behind him startled him and he whirled around with his wand already beginning to spark with his eyes wide as he caught sight of Tonks, Moody, and Remus.

"About time." Moody grumbles, standing up from his spot on Harry's bed, both of his eyes boring into him. Remus sighed in relief and Tonks gave him a small smile. "Whatever happened to constant vigilance Potter?" the retired auror gazed at him, a frown upon his scarred face.

Harry ran a hand through his hair before he glanced at it. It was cut in places, nicked by his mental labors made physical, and smeared with some blood. He glanced up at the trio, wondering how long they'd been here. A glance at his clock showed it was noon. He's awoken from a fretful sleep around 3 am and had immediately started his work. Harry stood up and stretched with a loud yawn, scratching the side of his neck.

"I was busy with other things." He muttered. Moody continues to stare, both eyes locked on him. He raised an eyebrow at the old man, who snorted.

"Other things indeed. What was it you were doing, sitting in a puddle of magic?" the man asked in curiosity. Harry shrugged picking up his Hogwarts letters and robe. "Let's get this over with then, shall we?" and he headed for the door. Remus held up a hand, stopping his progress.

"We're taking your things too. You'll be spending the next couple of weeks at Grimmauld place with us." The lupine ex-professor said his eyes tired but alert. Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise then nodded distractedly. 'They are finally taking me away, eh?' he thought to himself. He began to gather all of his papers. He sensed movement behind him and a tingle in the air and spoke. "I'll do it by hand Tonks." not looking and not seeing all three of the surprised faces and Tonks putting her wand away. As he was packing, Moody looked over the books he'd been reading, nodding in approval at no one in particular, but Harry took it for the compliment he knew it was. Remus glanced at a few papers piled on his desk and stared. It was one of his transfiguration papers, regarding turning a black beetle into a green striped scarf. He picked it up, going over the detailed diagrams and colors. Harry had become quite the stickler for detail, passing the hours away at all times of the night and day alone in his room.

"It appears you've been busy. This is excellent work Harry! McGonagall will be pleased you've already finished your homework. I thought you hadn't gotten the books yet?" the professor waved the paper slightly. Harry glanced up as he put sheets much like that one into his trunk. He gave a snort and at the look from Remus he shrugged.

"That's not homework. I haven't gotten the books yet. It's amazing what over a thousand hours of no sleep can do for your understanding over what they dribble over in class." He said, his voice surprising himself with its steady tenor. He'd barely even registered the change in his chanting... Tonks gasped and Moody quirked an eyebrow and Remus paled.

"How did you manage to pull that off Potter?" Moody didn't seem surprised. Harry shrugged and lifted his cut hands.

"I meditate." He said, as if that explained everything. Moody's eyes wandered over the Occlumency books resting on the shelf.

"I see. That's not very healthy, boy." The old mans voice grating on Harry's sensitive ears. He'd gotten used to near silence, and after coming out of meditation everything was super sensitive anyway. Harry walked over to his desk in smooth strides and continued to file away his papers.

"And neither is having the weight of the world on 16 year olds shoulders, expecting him to die for them." He replied cryptically. Moody snorted.

"Touch" the man replied.

Harry finished with all the papers and loaded the books into the extremely orderly trunk. He'd cleaned it out yesterday, expecting he wouldn't want to waste time in finally leaving the house September 1st; a dirty trunk would have kept him from being quick about it. When he finally slammed the lid down Moody charmed it to fly and they all left his room. They were silent as they descended the stairs. Harry's eyes flew to the group of wizards sitting in his aunts' living room, glaring at the Dursley's who cringed when they saw more appear from above.

"What took so long?" Kingsly asked, being one of the first to his feet at their arrival.

"He had to pack." Remus said vaguely. Another snorted, but no one said anything. Vernon seemed to become enraged at the sight of his nephew, but smartly kept his mouth shut. Harry moved toward the door without a word to anyone, not noticing the flashy way his robes billowed and swayed as he walked. Tonks laughed at the move but didn't comment; all the other witches and wizards exited the house and piled into a bright orange muggle van. Harry's trunk was tied to the top and he entered the van, sitting behind the driver seat.

It was a long ride to London and everyone in the van seemed to be talking. Harry tolerated it, laughing at the jokes told by Miss Angie Tuthburn, a new member of the Order who had wanted to see Harry's home. He'd surprised her by thanking her offhand compliments on the garden she'd seen in the back yard. She didn't mention anything about the house afterward, not knowing how to deal with The-Boy-Who-Lived doing gardening or any other House Elf or muggle work.

Remus informed him Ron ad Hermione were already at the house, as before. Molly Weasly was going to have a fit when she saw the dark circles under his eyes. Harry also noticed that the ex DADA professor didn't' comment on how much sleep he hadn't had. In fact, Remus was the only person who mentioned anything to him directly. But then again now that he thought about it, not many people ever did. He felt his thoughts slipping away as they all started droning on about children and the Wealsy twins' mischief. He willingly entered the meditative state, but remained aware of the outside world as he carried and laid magical bricks. He was startled when he felt a sharp jab in his side and blinked up at Moody. "Not in the car, boy." The man said sharply and then went on ignoring everyone else, his magical eye whirling about in its socket.

They finally reached the Leaky Cauldron and passed through unhindered to Diagon Alley. It was packed full of adult wizards and only a few random children ran about. Harry was suddenly brought into awareness that he was practically as tall as every man in the group, instead of being shorter than the women. 'Just how much did I grow this summer?!' he thought in amusement. His robes were uncomfortably tight around his shoulder and he'd had to leave them unbuttoned because they wouldn't close and the hem, instead of beating around his ankles waved in the breeze around his knees. He shook his head and chuckled. Remus shot him a questioning look and he motioned to his old height and then shot his hand up to the top of his head presently. Remus laughed outright and nodded in agreement, a smile on his lips. Harry could now directly look him in the eye instead of craning his neck up as he had only a month or so before. What could he say? Growth spurts were weird.

The moved from store to store, many going their own way until it was finally just Tonks, Moody, Harry and Remus. He entered Olivanders, surprising the little group, and tried out at least a dozen dueling wands before one finally made anything remotely positive. He sighed in disappointment when Mr. Olivander clapped in glee and began to take it away from him. The man was already about to ring it up when Harry shook his head no. The man raised an eyebrow as Harry himself started to trail his fingers over the hundreds of boxes lining every possible inch of the store, eyes closed. Moody had left to go get something and Tonks had fallen asleep, leaving only Remus and Mr. Olivander to watch in curiosity. The owner's eyes twinkled in understanding after a moment and made a noise of approval. "It has been a very long time since someone had gotten this idea. Natural magic is such a powerful thing, wouldn't you agree Mr. Lupin?" the older wizard smiled. Remus was clueless, but nodded his head anyway.

Harry had no idea as to what he was looking for, but he continued to look anyway. He felt the quiet hum of magic as his hands passed over every box, but nothing had caught his attention yet. He continued through the store and started to wander near the back. With his eyes closed he didn't see the boxes get dustier and dustier. Then suddenly it was like something had slapped him right in the face with an electric wire. His hand jerked the box away from its counterparts before he'd even opened his eyes. His fingers were buried in dust, leaving defined marks where he touched it. The box vibrated in his hands and he blew away all the dust before he opened it. Whipping his hand off on his robe he picked up the humming wand. The instant his fingers gripped it there was a burst of light from it, and it felt as if a thunderstorm had just blown in his face. Footsteps beat behind him and Mr. Olivander looked over his shoulder and whistled.

"That's an 11 inch Womping Willow with a unique selection of dragon scales. Hungarian Horntail I believe. That wand has a mind of its own some think. Good choice Mr. Potter, very good choice." Then Ovilvander led him back to the front of the store. Before the man rang it up Harry picked up a black leather double wand holster, a grim burned magically silver onto the skin. A very expensive and detailed purchase, but he didn't change his mind, handing both the galleons and the certificate Fred and George had given him to the man. Instead of putting them in his bags, he strapped them on, adding both wands to the holster. Olivander watched as the two wands vibrated slightly and glowed a dim yellow then grew calm and nodded. "They approve of each other. Happy casting Mr. Potter." And they left after waking Tonks.

To make it up to her Harry let the woman run around in the clothing shops, picking up robes, muggle clothes, and other items for him to wear and try on. She'd squealed in utter delight at her –he had to admit- tasteful choices. She'd picked out the exact size for him in every account, and he'd grudgingly bought it all. Then his school robes were cast away and the seamstress had made him more. To the apothecary, where he overstocked in every item, much to the owners delight, the off to the book store. It seemed like the instant he was through the door one of the owners was at his side. The man smiled and gave him a thick catalog, waving off Remus's questions. He led Harry personally to all of the books he'd need for 6th year and then when Harry voiced his demand for more he was practically whirled around to every shelf. After a few minutes he finally asked for privacy and the man grudgingly left him alone. Over the DADA shelf he spent most of the time, plucking a few books from the shelf and adding them to his pile. Then to charms, where he immediately took four from their home and picked a few more down the line as he thought about what the DA would be going over. He searched the entire store, placing a few animagus books and mind boggling transfiguration books amongst the heavy pile. When his stack was seen by the sales woman she smiled.

"Doing a bit of reading, are we?" the attractive witch asked, ringing up his total. She placed them all into a charmed shrinking and feather weight bag without a second look at the titles and gave him the receipt. Tonks almost gagged at the amount he'd spent on book, of all things. A few stops later and everyone was ready to leave. Harry pulled all of his things into a few bags and piled them into his lap in the van. He pulled out his new potions text to busy himself as they spent the next few hours making their way to the Orders headquarters.

All of Harry's things were quietly brought into Grimmauld place and up the stairs. Harry made no comment on their silence; he'd seen Mrs. Black's portrait remained behind the old drapes in the living room. They piled everything into a guest room –empty besides him. No one mentioned the change in rooms to him, so he didn't ask. He was then led to see the room he'd previously shared with Ron the summer before, and Remus opened the door.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and the twins were all in the room, laughing hysterically over something and immediately stopped when the door opened. Every eye went wide when they saw him standing beside Remus. Hermione was the first to react, bolting off the bed and launching herself at him and immediately launching into a monolog. Ron laughed and waved him in and Remus smiled and shut the door after Harry had walked inside. Harry ignored Hermione's chattering and patted her back as she continued. He waved to the twins who'd gone back to snickering but they waved back enthusiastically then continued to scheme amongst themselves. Ginny waved at him and blushed shyly from Ron's bed. 'Not again...' he inwardly groaned. He'd thought she'd gotten over that silly crush of hers years ago, but apparently not.

Ron waved him to the bed beside his and grinned at him. "Hey mate! Where've you been all day?" Harry rolled his eyes and muttered something about shopping. Hermione then turned to him curiously.

"Why would you already have the book I sent you? You must admit you never seemed like the type to read that sort of book without prompting." Hermione inquired. He had to give her credit- after his outbursts last year she was being cautious since he'd just gotten away from the Dursleys, and they hadn't written to him much all summer. With good reason too. If she hadn't said 'without prompting' he probably would have immediately bitten her head off. But as is he just gave her a smile.

"I ordered it and a few others when I got to the Dursleys at the beginning of summer. I didn't want to get bored, see? It's actually been a good summer of sorts." He said, leaning back slightly. Her eyes widened slightly, but she smiled. He dismissed the thought that the 'other' books he'd mentioned she probably thought had been two about Quidditch. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't actually gotten any Quidditch books.

"Well, I wanted to express my concern on the book you suggested. It's the sixth in a complicated series on mental magical theory. The author, Dr. Whichborne doesn't recommend it for the inexperienced reader or the, simply out, uninterested readers. It would be a waste of time, and I think you should probably get something a little less-"Harry cut her off before he could get mad. He then took a deep breath and turned to her, watching her pale slightly.

"I've read the other books in the series Hermione. I've been doing a lot of reading this summer." He said, trying to make her understand he was just a little offended. But she just frowned and looked insulted herself.

"And as I was saying! You don't know anything about the mentality of magic! I've only read the first book of that series myself. I decided to put the rest off until we graduate!" she said, crossing her arms and scowling. Ron whistled at Hermione's confession at lacking in the knowledge department. Harry looked at her coolly, catching the play Snitch their red headed friend had given him for his birthday.

"Are you insinuating that it's beyond me Hermione?" he asked calmly.

"Yes." She snapped at him. He stood and headed for the door. "Harry! It's not like you don't agree with me!" Hermione called after him. He opened the door and turned to scowl at her.

"Well Hermione, I'm not the same as the last time you saw me. I'm not throwing a hissy fit and I'm not insulting your intelligence. Hell, I'm not even telling you what I read and you assume you already know everything about me!" he said sternly, and watched her head bow in shame the he walked out.

"Harry!" she shouted through the door. He slid his head back in the door and looked at her, half off the bed to follow him.

"By the way Hermione, I've already read the other five. Don't bother anymore. I'll order the stupid book myself." And he quietly closed the door again. He wasn't followed this time as he went to his new room, suddenly angry. He locked the door and picked up his book from earlier and a piece of parchment and quill. He had homework to do.

Preview of Next Chapter: Accidents Suck

"Stop being a baby boy." There was an odd groaning around the kitchen and Tonks franticly looked around. Moody shot out of his seat, wand pointed at Harry.
"Stop that right now Potter or you'll be saying goodnight!" his gruff voice above the groaning. Harry narrowed his eyes at no one in particular this time then whirled around and left the kitchen. Everyone sighed in relief- but as soon as the door shut quietly every piece of glass in the room shattered, causing all of the girls to scream. AND! He suddenly felt as if a weight had been thrown upon his shoulders and physically hunched over. What was he supposed to do?! The end of summer just wasn't going to come soon enough- he was going to hurt someone.

A/N! Sorry, but I feel that this is mandatory. Years of toiling and sleepless nights, screw ups and dead ends... and I finally post my FIRST story on the net... Gods, this is sweet! I hope to get some reviews on how people liked it... so far. I know it's REALLY long, including this note it's 5000 something words long! That even shocked me, and I'm the one who's written it this far So please, some criticism would be nice and well received, even flamers winces may just be appreciated. Should I make the chapters shorter? Not so informative? Anything? I may or may not take your criticism into my writing, and yet I may. Thanks anyway See ya! – Mai :D