Chapter 1: Summer beginnings
The streets of Surrey were empty. Empty that is, except for the 15 year old teenage boy who was walking down the street alone. You see, this boy wasn't ordinary. This boy was a wizard and a famous one at that. His name was Harry Potter.
This was the first summer ever that Harry was actually happy. He had just got over his godfather's, Sirius Black, death. He was feeling guilty for the first two weeks of summer vacation but that all had changed when he had convinced his aunt to let him join the gym. He had been going there every morning and afternoon. He needed something to get his mind off of everything in the wizarding world.
He didn't want to deal with the betrayal from Dumbledore. He just couldn't believe that Dumbledore had used him all his life. He knew Ron and Hermione weren't his real friends. Dumbledore had set it all up. Just so he could get Harry under his thumb. He made a huge mistake at the ending of the last school year that allowed Harry to figure out who Dumbledore really was.
The fact that he had to go back to the Dursley's every year wasn't even the tip of the iceberg. He always thought of Hogwarts as his home, but every year it started to change more and more. Now he completely lost the feeling of actually having a home. He knew that no matter what the Dursley's house and Hogwarts would never be his home. Even if they were nice to him it didn't change the fact that he didn't truly have a home.
If Dumbledore had just told him the prophecy from the beginning Harry probably would have believed anything he said. The fact that he waited until Sirius died just pushed him forward into believing that Dumbledore had never really cared for him.
He hadn't gotten any letters from his friends at all since summer started. He was guessing that Dumbledore 'told' them that he needed his space. Dumbledore was right in one part. He did need his space, from all of them. He knew that no matter what the Order said, he wasn't going back to Grimmauld place. He couldn't go there because he knew that everybody would be spying on him and trying to play it off.
He didn't need that. What he needed was to learn how to fight. He decided that muggle fighting would help him out in the long run. If he didn't have a wand then he could use his fists. So not only was he going to the gym everyday, he was also in gymnastics, karate, kung fu and three other types of fighting.
He had grown to the height of 6'1. He knew he was taller than Ron. His hair was now down to his shoulders since he allowed it to grow. (He had figured out that he was a metamorphagus. His hair had never grown and when Tonks started talking about it he figured he was one. He had been practicing changing his appearance in secret all of his fifth year. He didn't want anyone to figure that out and have someone leak the information over to Voldemort.) It was tied back now. His shoulders had broadened. He had a six-pack and a lot of muscles.
His aunt had had to take him shopping because he was taller that Dudley and the clothes wouldn't fit him. The clothes were a little proper but what else could you expect from Petunia. She didn't want the Order to come to her house so she gave him an allowance. He got 5 pounds a week. That wasn't really much but he could always change it to wizard money when he had the chance.
He now had a house elf. Dobby was all to happy to accept. He actually started to cry tears of joy when Harry had asked him. The only reason why he really needed a house elf was so he could get books to study things that Dumbledore never let him learn. He was actually a master occlumens and leginmens. He had figured that Dumbledore didn't actually want him to be able to block him out when they met, so he would be able to find out what Harry was up to over the summer. Boy was he in for a surprise.
Harry had actually started to get along with his relatives. He only really talked to Dudley, though. It was only because Dudley had taught him how to drive. Uncle Vernon was actually happy that Dudley did it. He wanted to repay Harry since he had saved his son's life. While Harry was away in school they had come to the conclusion that they had been wrong about him all along. So they had decided to be nicer to him but to have the Order think that it was only because of their threats.
Harry was okay with that. He was actually hoping they would come to their senses about magic. Now they thought that magic could actually help sometimes. They still didn't like it that much though.
But as a reward Harry was going to be allowed to chose a car for his aunt and uncle to buy him for his birthday. His aunt had bought him a cell phone the day after he had returned. She had told him that she thought he would need it if he wanted to make some friends. But that wasn't the best that had happened so far. No, the best thing that happened was when he was allowed to get tattoos. He had always wanted some.
He decided he was going to get one in the muggle world and get the rest when he went to Diagon alley. Now he had a tattoo that said Razón de vivir. It meant Reason to Live in Spanish. He wanted that written on his arm because he wanted to figure out what his was.
All of his life Harry had been surviving when he should have been living. Now that he had his chance he was going to take it. At first he wanted to leave Privet Drive. But he decided against it because it would seem like he was on the run. Dumbledore and his stupid Order and Voldemort and his Death eaters would be after him. He definitely didn't want that.