Chapter 2

Harry didn't think he would hear back from the man soon, his Aunt and Uncle and Cousin went on with their life, Harry had to as well. He went to stonewall school, they had offered him a place at his Cousin's school- but Harry had said no, his friends were going to stonewall school. This was fine with his Aunt and Uncle, but they thought he should go elsewhere. Harry was a very bright child, normal school was not good enough, but they granted Harry his wish.

He was therefore surprised when an owl, which he knew was probably from the Wizarding world. Sighing softly he took the parcel, he was surprised when it got bigger when he touched it. Wondering what was in there, and if he should open it. Deciding it could not harm him; he did indeed open it, and found a letter as well as some books in it.

Harry

I did say I would get back to you, so here it is, I'm sorry we wont be able to be seen talking to one another. However, I do know you have magic. I bet you are wondering why I didn't tell Dumbledore right? Well here is my reply, I am a vampire, and I can read people's minds, even if they protect their minds from intrusions. Well I cannot properly read his mind, but I got a glimpse of what he planned to do.

You see everyone loves Dumbledore, think he is light and all think of him as a grandfather. This is how Dumbledore wanted it; he is manipulative and thinks of everyone as chess piece. He plots and plans his next moves, most of which were including you.

I could not let him manipulate you if I could get you out of it, I won't tell you why I don't want you manipulated until later. Possibly when you are older and will understand my reasoning better.

As for now, read these books and learn all you can, I will be sending a question sheet at the end of the year, to make sure you are studying well. Magic is dangerous when doing it alone. Somehow something tells me you have been doing magic alone for years.

One day I hope you understand my reasoning,

I will keep in touch, if you ever need me, wish for Timble. She will come to you straight away. She is my personal house elf, and she will help you. Please refrain from doing so unless you are in dire need, for instance you're dying. You may keep the books.

Good luck,

Severus Snape.

Blinking he thought over everything the man had said. How was he going to hide the books? He didn't want anyone finding out about this. Sighing softly he knew that he would have to hide them under his floor. He was grateful that no one knew about it, otherwise he would have had to find another hiding place. He knew no one could find them, otherwise trouble would appear.

So now Harry was technically doing two school works, his work at stonewall and his magical school work. The magical work was by far the best to Harry, though when he had realized what he was missing he grew resentful, surprisingly not against Severus Snape but Albus Dumbledore. It was after all his idea to make him go home.

He astonishingly found out all about himself, and how his parents died, or were murdered to be correct. Someone, who they always refer to as You-Know-Who, murdered them. He didn't understand why they were scared to say a name; anyway apparently he had avenged his parents' murder not five minutes later. Defeating the evil man, he was left with a lightning bolt scar as a result of the failed attempt. It was said that Dumbledore then left him with his only remaining family members.

He learned that he was called 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' and that he was important. That must be why McGonagall and Dumbledore had panicked. However, he was rather curious to know what exactly a 'Prophecy' was. He knew who the Dark Lord was; it was this 'You-Know-Who', the man he had defeated. He was supposed to kill him? Again? That couldn't be possible. If he had defeated when as a babe then the prophecy should already be fulfilled. That was just not right at all. Even if somehow he could come back, he would not let some 'Prophecy' dedicate his life.

Harry didn't like the thought of destiny or fate; he didn't like the thought that his life was not in his small hands. It made him feel no matter what he did in the end he would become or do what he was supposed to. So he ignored all thoughts of destiny or fate. He would never lay his life in the hands of another; he was not a person to trust easily for some reason.

The next few months Harry was far too busy to even think about Severus much. High school was hard never mind him having to do magic as well, he wanted the best grades he could get from both, he didn't like failing either. Failure is not an option to Harry.

Eventually he got a break from school, he went home, and done all his school homework in the first night home. He needed extra time to work on his magic stuff; it was all more complicated than normal work.

Probably the easiest spell he had cast was Alohamora, it was hard to say a few times, but he got the hang of it. He was able to open and shut doors before he knew it; the spell was handy, also dangerous as well. Especially if a rebelling teenager got his hands on it. Of course the teenager must be a wizard or witch to do it. He had a feeling there were more wizards and witches about, that didn't attend Hogwarts than he could imagine.

He did do a lot during Christmas break; his Aunt and Uncle had left for a week's holiday that had been planned for a while. Harry had urged them to go, saying he would be fine. Now he could do more of his magic, and that's indeed what he did, he found he liked charms, Transfiguration as well as potions. He did find history of magic, probably the best one that you didn't need magic for.

He found so much out from reading them, wars, goblin wars, wizarding wars with Grindelwald and etc. Read about Goblins, house elves and how they are treated today and other things. He found too much of what he read horrifying, if he could he would make sure house elves had equal rights and Goblins no longer looked down on. Werewolves and Vampires free rights, even if it meant raising the Ministry of Magic to the ground and starting it back up himself.

Even Vela's were forced to bond, if they were not married by a certain age, which's why most of them had moved elsewhere. So they could escape the restrictions on them, and not have to worry about their children's being forced to marry. The Delacour's decided to go to France so their daughters could attend a witch's school. Gabriele and Fleur Delacour where just a few of the family's that had left.

Oh how he wished he were in the Wizarding world, he would change so much, make everyone's lives better. Sighing softly he knew he would never be able to do such a thing. To everyone he was a squib; he knew squibs were looked down upon as well.

Christmas break ended quickly, since Dudley was at Smelting's Boarding school he would rarely be home. Harry being at a public school, came home every day, though he usually ate his dinner in his room. His Aunt and Uncle had visitors and Clients over often, and Harry didn't like being in their presence since he was bored when they were there, especially without Dudley.

Vernon didn't like the Clients much either, but put up with them to get the drills sold. His wife loved cooking for them, and receiving their well-deserved praise. Harry loved cooking too, and Petunia had told him that Lily had also shared the love before she was taken away from her, into a world where she hardly saw her; into a world that corrupted her and ended up getting her killed.

This was the main reason Petunia hated the wizarding world; they had taken her sister away from her. They had been so very close; she had resented Lily for accepting the place in Magic school. She had ended up closing herself off to Lily calling her a Freak, not wanting to put up with the heartache of Lily leaving every year. However, it had hurt her to call her sister a Freak, and drive her away. She cried the entire night when she was told her sister had been killed.

She had wept and cursed the wizarding world; swearing and sobbing that 'she should never had joined that world' she would have been alive and safe if she had not accepted the school. When Harry didn't show signs of magic, she had been happy. History would not be repeating itself, and Petunia would not have to worry about losing another member of her family to those monsters

For Harry's green eyes and cleverness grew on them. They grew to love him and how could they not? They assumed Harry was clever because of the way they raised him, which was in a way partially true. Harry was clever because he was given books and attention, and he and Dudley were taken to places that were both interesting and educational, like the zoo, Museums and other historic places.

The best place Harry had been, was Stonehenge, it may not look that good. But if you appreciated the fact that the stones had never fallen you would be in awe of it. This was not the experience Harry had, he had felt the magic, it was so strong, and light that Harry had been in awe of the magic. Anyone there would think Harry was in awe of the sight and the fact that it was still standing.

Summer came quicker than ever, he finally heard from Severus just as the man had said he would. He was given about five feet of parchment full of questions, which he had to answer. However, it was not as hard as Harry had feared it would be, most of the questions were easy, the first ones were from when he had started and were harder to remember than the last few. After all he had just completed them; it would obviously be easier to remember them.

He had wondered how he was going to get them back for like five seconds. The owl that usually came with Severus' stuff appeared by his window. Surprised he sat there for about five seconds. However, sound of footsteps pulled him out, giving it to the bird, which then took of into the night Harry then plucked himself down on his bed and began reading a book for English.

"Harry I'm home!!" yelled Dudley as he went to his own room.

"Good, I've missed you," said Harry getting up and joining his cousin in his room.

They started unpacking everything, they got it done in record time, and they started catching up. Harry didn't tell Dudley about the wizarding world, he knew Dudley would end up freaking and telling his parents. He didn't want them to know, it would just put them in unnecessary danger if they knew.

He would make sure that the old fool regretted manipulating anyone, especially him. He was a Slytherin and he would get the old man back, he didn't care about either side. He was on his own, or more like the winning side, and hopefully so would his mate be by his side.