Chapter One
"BOY! Get your arse down here this instant and make us breakfast!"
Those were the lovely words that harry woke to the next morning.
Through out the day harry caught himself looking at the clock every few minutes to see how soon the Weasley's would come to get him.
Petunia had been hovering over his shoulder all day making sure everything was 'spick and span'.
"Just my luck, I'm about to leave and I have an ugly horse-faced praying-mantis hovering around me."
Through the past week Harry had been forced to work until his fingers were raw and bloody.
He couldn't wait until Ron and Mr. Weasley came to get him.
He had changed so much since they had last seen him.
He was more mature than he was when he went running into the ministry blindly and got Sirius killed.
He had begun to meditate regularly and by doing so he found out that he could read/sense emotions and auras. They appeared to him in different colors and by determining what the colors meant he had figured out how to read them.
When Harry had first begun seeing people with a weird colorful smoke hovering around them he had screamed and ran to his room where Uncle Vernon had locked him in for three days for making a scene.
And so the days went by super slowly like a time-halt spell had been placed on his life and not a day went by when Harry wished that he could be free.
That night when Harry was asleep he dreamed of fire engulfing the school and everyone inside. Next thing he knew they were all rising from the ashes and coming back to life.
