This is my first go at this kind of stuff guys, please be gentle. Oh and I don't any of these characters/locations yada yada yada.
Harry Potter's 6th Year.
Chapter 1
Harry was in bed, thrashing around wildly. Since Voldemort's rebirth, he had always had nightmares. Since Sirius' death, they had become even worse. Sirius was Harry's godfather, the only real father figure Harry had had in his short but tragic life. Sirius Black, had been murdered by his demented cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry's eyes suddenly shot open, his chest was heaving and he was sweating all over. He spent a minute or so getting his bearings and then rolled over and checked the time on his second hand, battered alarm clock. 'four am' he thought 'another shit night's sleep.'
Harry, not even 16 years old yet, but he had faced the Dark Lord Voldemort, 5 times and walked away relatively un-scathed compared to what Voldemort normally did to the people who opposed him. Since his last run in, Harry had been working hard on conditioning his body for hardship. He couldn't train his magic so he studied hard and worked out, Harry used his seemingly endless supply of anger to fuel him through his rigorous work outs. Gone was the scrawny kid, he was developing into a tall, well built young man.
He dressed quietly and stealthily left the house for his regular morning workout. As he did, Harry thought about the many revelations that had occurred in quick succession. Dumbledork had told him not to leave the house under any circumstances, 'fuck him' thought Harry. He had grown tired of Dumbledore's constant manipulations, lies and half truths. Harry realised that Dumbledick only saw him as a weapon, to kill ol' Mouldyshorts. Harry Potter, The Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived or whatever they were calling him now, was the only one who could kill Voldemort, there was a prophecy saying how the Dork Lord would mark him as his equal, the mark, was that wonderful scar that people liked to stare at. Harry had found out, after contacting the Goblins, that Dumbledore had been hiding the details of his parent's wills from him.
The Goblins told Harry that he inherited another 3 vaults from his parents, these vaults, combined with his own personal vault, set up for school contained 78 million Galleons, which is the equivalent of around 390 million pounds. He also had a 51% controlling stake in the Nimbus broom company and a 75% stake in the Daily Prophet, 'Well' thought Harry upon discovering this gem 'Those bastards are gonna get a rocket up their arses sometime soon for printing shit for the last few years'. He also owned many properties around the world, all together worth around 20 million Galleons. But the biggest surprise was, he was infact the last heir of Godric Gryffindor, so, he also got the Gryffindor vault, the oldest vault in Gringotts, This vault contained a massive 500 million Galleons! He also owned, Gryffindor castle, Gryffindor manor, Godric's hollow, and, technically he owned Hogwarts, 'Dumbles will love that when I tell him'. Harry, was the richest wizard on the planet, making even the Malfoys look poor. According to Teen Witch Weekly he was also the most eligible wizard on the planet, that was a turn up for the books, 'Sirius would get a right laugh out of it'.
It was about 7 am when Harry trudged back into his prison, oops, home, everyone else was just rising. He dragged himself up to his bedroom to find a large, regal looking eagle owl sat on his windowsill waiting for him, as soon as harry plucked the letter of the owl's extended leg, he recognised the elegant, curly script of his headmaster.
Harry,
I realise that I am probably the one you want to hear least from at the current time 'You got that right old man, I'd rather get a letter off the Dark Wanker, at least I'd be able to have a laugh at that' so I shall not ramble on. This letter is a portkey that shall take you to the Burrow for the remainder of the holidays. The activation phrase is, 'Love'
A.D.
Harry, immediately ran to the shower, and got washed and dressed. He packed his trunk and then went to say his farewells to his last living relatives. "Right guys, I'm off to the Weasley's, have a good summer." That was all he said, short and sweet, he didn't want to spend longer than necessary with them. Harry turned to go back to his bedroom, when he heard a meek voice behind him just as he was half way up the stairs. "Harry" Harry turned round to see Dudley at the bottom "Will I see you next summer?" Harry was stunned to say the least "I doubt it Dudley, I'm going to be staying in one of my own homes next summer, I can write to you if you really wanted?" Dudley seemed to look happy that Harry didn't seem to harbour too many ill feelings toward him, "Yeah I'd like that, before you go I just want to say thanks for saving me last year, and sorry for being a dick to you over the years. I realised last year, you aren't the waste of space Mum and Dad always made you out to be, so yeah, ummm sorry." "It's cool Big D, I better be off anyway, see you.". Harry Continued walking up the stared, stunned. He was still mulling it over when he reached his bedroom. He grabbed the letter his trunk and hedwig's cage and said "Love".