A/N: Ok, so I got a few reads, so I decided to try a second chapter. I tried to make this one longer. Please review!

Harry found his life to be very repetitive. Every day in the wizarding world he had to worry about Voldemort. Or his homework. Everyday in the muggle world he had to make the Dursleys breakfast. Then he had to do the laundry of the whole house and clean the kitchen. After he mowed the front lawn he could do what he wanted, but even that was not very much. He had to stay in his room except for when he had to pee or eat or do his chores.

Seeing as Harry had not very much stuff altogether, only a couple of broken kids toys from Dudley and his schoolbooks. Thus he had taken a liking to reading, ever since about two days into the summer Harry had read through all his schoolbooks at least once, had done his homework with extras and found that he had an extremely impressive memory.

It seemed that seeing Cedric die did something to his brain, if he tried he could remember every singe detail of that day, from the way he tied his shoes that morning to the exact wand movements of Voldemort. This had helped Harry a lot with dealing with everything. He saw what happened with clarity, and could see that it was not in any way his fault, Cedric had died not because of Harry, but because of Voldemort. Damn him.

So Harry had gotten bored. Nothing to deal with, he had turned to books. At first just to finish his homework, but after three scrolls of parchment full of writing for History of magic he figured out he actually liked it. Without that idiot ghost, Harry could actually concentrate and learn, and that he did. In four days he had read all his History books, written his longest essay ever and started searching the other books.

After reading all his other textbooks, he only really disliked Astronomy and Divination. Under in his trunk he found a few books Hemione had gotten him for Christmas and his birthday previous years, and with them were some on Arithmancy and Ancient runes, which he enjoyed very much.

Some days Harry was sure he read more than Hermione did, and it filled him with glee. Every day, he did his chores faster, he stole more time for himself and read through his books. He almost became addicted to information.

He had obviously inherited his mothers' talent for Potions, he raced through all his texts and fell in love with the subject. Obviously he had a better time when Snape wasn't looking over his shoulder, trying to stare him into making mistakes. So Harry decided to get over that. He built a new shell, a barrier, if you will, to live in. He had thought it through really well, remembering first year, and the sorting hat that wished to place him in Slytherin, Harry became a Slytherin. He knew that his father had been a pureblood wizard, even though his mother had been muggle-born. How to better fit in in Slytherin then to become one?

When the Dursleys went to stay over at some friend one night, Harry got his broom and some Galleons and flew to the Leaky cauldron. In Daigon Alley Harry went to Flourish and Blotts and bought himself books on pureblood manners and culture, Artithmancy and Ancient runes. He also got himself some advanced potions books, all his new school materials and some new school robes with a green trim at Twilfitt and Tattings. On his way back to the Leaky, he spotted a barbershop and decided to get a haircut.

"Good night Mister Potter, how can I be of service to you?" Asked the barber. The shop was empty, but that wasn't too weird, seeing as it wás the middle of the night.

"I'd like to get a real different look, but I do not know what would look good. I want to fit in with pureblood children, but it would be great if it is very different from my usual mess."

"Well, I can centainly do that Mister Potter, how much would you care to spend? The quality and quantity of what I can do depends greatly on that." The barber, Jake Hendric acoording to his tag, already had a caculating look in his eyes as he walked around Harry looking him up and down.

"Money is no matter, I have enough of that. Shall I sit here, or did you have something else in mind?"

"Oh! If you would please follow me to the back room, I have an Extra-fast hairgrowing elixir, it is very expensive but it works like a charm. You might not know it, but the longer you hair is, the less messy it gets."

Harry followed Jake and got his hair done. It was slightly longer than he was used to, but he really liked the look. It got just to his shoulders, slightly wavy and Jake had cut it so that his scar would always be visible. That was a part of Harry's plan to become a Slytherin, since it was a sign of power and his being famous. As Harry was paying for his cut, Jake asked him why he still wore glasses.

"What do you mean? I've always worn glasses, without them I can barely see."

"Well, we don't often see wizards with glasses, since there are very easy ways to get your eyes fixed. For example, you could go to CorneArt, just across, he can fix your eyes in no time."

Harry, lost in thought, nodded absently to Jake and wandered out the shop, broomstick in hand, and his shruken aquitsitions safely in his pocket. Maybe he should get his eyes fixed. His glasses were definitely part of his boring useless Gryffindor persona.

++##++

When Harry flew home early next morning, he had new books, new robes, new hair, no more glasses and a very tired body. He slept soundly and woke only after Uncle Vernon came to wake him focibly, and screamed at his nephews new haircut.

Harry smiled.

Please review! Should I make a third chapter?