A/N: I can't get this story off my mind so I'm just writing until I run into a natural stopping point. This is not going to be a total dark Harry story nor will it be a total Dumblebashing. Ok maybe a little Dumblebashing. Harry is an angry kid who has realized the mistakes those around him have made and has decided to do something about it. He's not all powerful God-like, but he does have one really awesome ability that allows him to kick a little ass. I can't begrudge him the chance to do that can you? Just sayin. Anyways here is the next chapter. They won't all come this quick. I hope you like it. Leave me reviews so I can be a better writer.

Thanks,

Drunken Prince

Standard Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter. Just the stuff I make up about him.

Chapter 2 – Getting Comfortable

Harry woke up in a large, very comfortable bed. From the amount of sun streaming in through the windows he figured it was noon or later. Last night was a long one that was for sure. Harry had learned several things about his new gift last night. First, he couldn't jump from location to location unless he was already phased. So when he was a little boy, he must have instinctively phased first then phase jumped to the rooftop. The second thing he discovered while experimenting with his gift was the fact that he could partially phase his extremities. He noticed when he was trying to figure out how to grab something while still phased. He realized pretty quickly that it was almost instinct. He just concentrated on wanting to grab the bottle without phasing back to normal. It was that simple. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that his new ability must not be a new ability. It was too instinctual. The only solution he could come up with was that his ability was a part of his natural magic. It must be a family magic or some sort of naturally occurring trait.

After using the loo he decided it was time to take a look around. The room he was in was the most beautiful bedroom he had ever seen. There was an oversize fireplace with a polished granite surround and an ornately filigreed cherry wood mantel as the centerpiece of the bedroom. All the furniture in the room was antique cherry with the most beautiful carving and metalwork he had ever seen. Towards the back of the room right next to the loo was a giant walk in closet that was bigger than his room back on Privet Drive. The restroom itself was even bigger than the closet. There was a loo, and an open shower with tile all around. A tub as big as a swimming pool filled up one side of the room, and matching sinks with a huge vanity mirror shadowed the tub on the other side of the room. He vaguely remembered a house elf showing him to this room last night, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember the house elf's name.

"Um, hello. Is there a house elf here who could show me around?"

Pop. "Master. Maisey can show you around if yous like."

"Ah. That was your name. Thanks for bringing me to this room last night. I slept better than I have in a long time."

"Yous very welcome Master. Maisey would do anything for her family."

"Oh good. So, um, yeah. I was hoping to get a look around my new home. Would you be up to showing me around for a bit?"

"Of course, Master. Is you ready now?"

"Sure. Let's go."

Maisey led him down the hallway outside his room. "This is the Master's wing. Theres be the Master's room and four more. Then guest wing is up that hall." She was pointing down a hallway up a set of small stairs and perpendicular to the Master's wing.

"Maisey do you take care of this place by yourself?"

"Maisey takes care of the house and the cooking and Hoby takes care of the grounds and the animals. That's all. Master or his Mistress usually has a personal elf though. Sos you should have more elves soon, probably. If yous want, Master should probably have a younger male elf for his personal elf. If yous want."

Harry couldn't help the smile that popped onto his face. "Maisey are you saying I should find an elf that would also be suitable for you to um, date?"

"Oh no Master! Maisey would never ask for that reason! It just be that…Master needs…well, all proper Lords should be having a personal elf. Maisey thinks a young, strong, male elf would be best for Master. That is all."

Harry chuckled at the little elf as she backtracked. He was getting a kick out of this. "Maisey, just out of curiosity, how old is Hoby?"

"Oh Hoby is old elf Master. Hes be ancient. Hoby has childrens and grandchildrens already."

"I knew it. You want me to be some sort of an elf pimp so you can get your jollies with some hot young man elf."

"Maisey would…I's never be…Master shouldn't…That wasn't…Maisey is not that kind of elf Master. Yous should not talk that way. Hmph."

Harry burst out laughing. "Relax Maisey. I was only kidding with you. I actually agree with you I should have a personal elf, and if he happens to be a young masculine elf with strong magic, and perfect ears… then all the better for you right?" Harry laughed again.

"Oh yous be tricksy Master Harry. Master James was tricksy too. Hes made Maisey blush all the time. Then when he brings Mistress Lily home, she helps Master James pick on Maisey. They was always thinking they was so funny, but they was just goofies. Master James and his Lily, and sneaky Master Padfoot, and Master Moony. They was just goofies they was."

Harry slowed down and became introspective. Maisey noticed and immediately felt horrible. "I is so sorry Master. Maisey doesn't think about her words. Don't be sad."

"No, no, Maisey it's fine. I like hearing about them. It's just a little fresh right now. Besides hopefully I can convince Remus to listen to me and you will get to see Master Moony again soon. Would you like that?"

"Yes Master Harry. Maisey loves cooking for Master Moony. That would be wonderful."

They spent a good two hours exploring the grounds and checking things out. Maisey would tell Harry stories about his parents and their friends, and Harry would explain to Maisey about his life. Harry learned a lot about his ancestral home, including the fact that it was unplottable and warded beyond belief. He honestly had nothing to fear in this home. He wondered idly why his parents hid in Godric's Hollow under a fidelius charm when they could have been perfectly safe here. He learned there were twenty-nine rooms in the house and thirty-six restrooms. There was a dueling room, a ballroom, a formal, and casual dining room, a sitting room, a kitchen, and about ten other rooms for various things. The grounds were huge, and perfectly manicured. Maisey was right of course. Hoby the house elf was ancient, and more than a little weird. He whistled classical music like, Bach and Chopin, as he flung dragon and hippogriff dung around his gardens with magic. It was a strange sight to see. Even stranger was the little toga he wore with the Potter Crest on the left breast. His greek ensemble was completed by the little metal wreath that was stuck to his head with his bat ears sticking out either side. He spoke to Harry and thanked him for returning, but didn't say anything else. He just mumbled or whistled to himself after that.

Harry made arrangements for a meal with Maisey and decided he wanted to go take care of some shopping before the day was out. He thought he'd do most of his shopping in muggle London, then sneak into Diagon Alley for just a few things.

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Harry had spent several hours and several thousand pounds on clothes and other necessities in London when he decided he ought to head into Diagon Alley and get it over with. He had shrunk all his muggle clothes and such and decided he didn't want to be seen, so he phased himself before heading into the alley. His first stop was Ollivander's. He needed some new wand polish and he was hoping to buy a professional grade wand holster. As he walked up to the shop he noticed Susan Bones standing there with her aunt. Harry had harbored a secret crush on Susan for some time now and didn't know if he was ready to face that particular challenge yet. The more he thought about it, the more he thought it best to avoid Ollivander's anyway. He may say something to Dumbledore he reasoned. Yeah, that was as good a justification as any. His newfound cowardice led him to do something even stupider than he could have planned for himself. He found himself heading down into Knockturn Alley. Before he realized what he was really doing he had wandered halfway down the dark alley. It was perhaps fortunate that he did because he saw to his right a small wand maker's shop called 'Pettibone Wands and Staves'. He determined to have a go at it. He walked through the front of the shop and made sure no one was around. He phased to normal and called out, "Anybody here?"

"Aye I hear yeh. I hear yeh," said the grisly old bear of a man who came out from the back. "What brings a lad like you down this far in the dark alley eh?"

"I can take care of myself. I was hoping you may have professional wand holsters. I'll take six of them if you do."

"Aye. I've got holsters. But they won't do ye much good with that piece of shite yer castin with. You oughtta buy you a real wand from me. Untraceable and more powerful than those magic sticks they sell up there in that other alley. What's yers made of?"

"Holly and phoenix feather."

"Oh well that's a rare combo that. Can't necessarily promise yeh anything I've got here would be more powerful, but it'll be quality, and like I said untraceable, even by the Aurors. I'll even give yeh the first holster for free if'n yeh buy a wand from me."

"Well what have you got then? Hurry up man I haven't got all day."

"Oh actin tough now are yeh? Well come here then, let's get you measured up and movin."

After all was said and done he walked away with seven professional grade wand holsters, some new polish, and a new ironwood and basilisk heartstring wand. It felt good, but like the man said Harry couldn't say it felt any more powerful than his first wand. At any rate it never hurt to have a second wand, especially when you are marked for death by Voldemort.

He headed back up to Diagon Alley and over to the Owl Emporium where he bought owl treats for Hedwig and some things for her perch and cage. The last stop he needed to make was to the book store. He needed to pick up a book or two on defensive magic so he could practice this summer. He went into the shop and towards the back corner where he made sure he was alone and phased to normal. He had just turned the corner when he bumped really hard into someone and knocked the books out of their hand.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to what…Oh…erm, hi Susan. How've you been? Oh here let me help you." He picked up the last of the dropped books and came up face to face with the curvaceous, strawberry blonde, beauty who he often thought about. "How are you?"

"I'm good Harry. Fancy seeing you here. I usually don't see you during the summer hols."

"Yeah well my home situation has recently changed for the better, and I've a bit more freedom than I've had in the past so…What about you? What are you up to?"

"Just shopping with my aunty and taking care of some errands."

"Oh. Is your aunt here? I actually wanted to introduce myself to her and set up a meeting. I was thinking about writing to her at the ministry."

"Yeah she's here in the alley but she headed over to the apothecary to pick up some things. Can I give her a message for you or..?

"Sure. Tell her to expect my owl tomorrow at the ministry. Hedwig is the beautiful snowy owl. I'd like to meet with her at her earliest convenience. She can send a reply back with Hedwig. She's probably the only one who can find me. The wards at home are pretty strong."

"Ok. I'll pass that along. It was good seeing you Harry."

"Yeah, you too. Really good, actually." Susan smiled prettily at him and headed her own way. Harry quickly found and purchased his books and got out of Diagon Alley.

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Harry got home to Potter Manor and put his new things away. It was already starting to feel like home. He sat down and had a wonderful dinner prepared by Maisey and was feeling pretty good about himself for the first time in a while. He had just finished eating and was handing his plate and silverware to Maisey when Fawkes appeared in a flash of fire.

"Oh hello Fawkes. I was wondering when you'd show up. The old dumbass has something to say to me I assume. Probably demanding my return to Privet Drive. Well let's have it then."

Fawkes swooped over and dropped a message into Harry's waiting hands. The fiery bird trilled softly as if to say, "don't be mad. He means well."

Harry opened the letter and began to read.

Harry,

I was disturbed to find that the wards on your relatives home have failed. I have no reason to believe you have come to any harm, however, the failure of the wards disturbs me greatly. The only reason those wards could have fallen is because you have decided that you no longer consider that house your home. If this is true, then you have decided to run off on your own somehow. I must admit to being greatly disappointed. I know you are grieving but you and your relations are now in very great danger. Those wards were all that kept Voldemort and the Death Eaters at bay. I am disappointed that you could not trust my judgement in this matter. I believe I was very clear in my reasoning for your return to Privet Drive. I assumed that I had proven my trustworthiness to you. In light of the protections I placed no longer being viable, I'm afraid I must insist that you return with Fawkes and come to Hogwarts immediately so that I can guarantee your continued safety.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"I'm not coming back with you Fawkes. You can peck out my eyes and light me on fire. I'm not going with you. This is my home. I'm safe here. He is the one who needs to trust me."

Fawkes just cooed softly and looked at him with a sort of sad face.

"Stay here for a second while I write something back to him."

Harry sat down and wrote out his response, then rolled it up and held it out for Fawkes to take, which the beautiful bird did and then disappeared in flames.

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Albus Dumbledore was in his office alternating between pacing in front of his desk and tapping his foot impatiently on the stone floor. Where was that boy? He should be here by now.

A flash of phoenix fire alerted him to his familiars return. To his disappointment, Harry was not with the bird.

"I told you not to return without him Fawkes. Why must you both try my patience so?"

Fawkes flew over and landed on the Headmasters shoulder and knocked on his human's head with his beak in an irritated manner. Then he calmly dropped the letter into Albus' hand.

The white haired man reluctantly took the note and sat at his desk to read it.

Headmaster,

I am safe. You're right I no longer consider that place my home. I refuse to be held prisoner. I refuse to starved, and I refuse to be treated like shit for the rest of my summer. You are right in that I am still grieving. You of all people should understand that. I have been emancipated and taken on the Lordships of both the Potter and Black Houses. I am currently living in my ancestral home at Potter Manor, which, I'm sure you know, is unplottable and has wards nearly as strong as Hogwarts. I assure you I am safe. I will contact you when I am calm enough to have a rational conversation. That is all I have to say at this time.

Oh and FUCK YOU!

Harry