A/N I do not own Harry Potter. JKR Owns Harry Potter

Thank you for the reviews. Here is Ch.3 of my story.

Chapter 3:

Harry woke up at 6:00 AM. He was super hungry so he went downstairs and looked in the pantry to see what there could be to eat. There was hardly any food in the pantry. Man the Dursley's really out did them selves in terms of stocking the pantry. There was a loaf and a half of almost moldy bread and some moldy cheese. He looked back on to the day when he came back from Hogwarts and the little explosion that occurred when they came into the house.

Flashback

Harry walked into the house dragging Hedwig's cage and his school trunk. The Dursleys were all sitting around the kitchen table. Vernon and Petunia were just sitting there. Dudley was eating a large pepperoni pizza while watching some random television show. Harry realized he wasn't wanted so he dragged his trunk and the cage up the stairs and dropped the stuff on the floor and collapsed on the rickety bed. Just when he was about to go to sleep Uncle Vernon had to go ruin it.

"Boy, get your butt down here this instant" Vernon screamed up the stairs.

Harry shook his head and wandered down the stairs. Vernon and Petunia moved into sitting room. Dudley was still watching the TV.

"So, boy, you decided to tell the freaks how we treat you?" Vernon asked as his face was turning the purplest Harry has ever seen it.

"No I didn't Uncle Vernon" Harry responded back.

"Well, whatever you did or didn't say to them we are going on vacation to Majorca because I earned commission on a recent account. You are to remain inside your room. You are not allowed to watch television, use the computer. I want the garden cleaned every Saturday and the grass cut on Saturday. When we are leaving you are to be locked in your room. Everyday at exactly 6:00 AM the door will unlock so you can get eat and get ready for the day. The door will stay unlocked for exactly 30 minutes. Then you are to be back in your room. The door will also unlock at exactly 7:30 PM and will stay unlocked until 8 PM. You are to be back in your room. We have provided some food for you to eat. You are to write to the freaks every five days and tell them that you are being treated all right. Now get to your room at this exact moment . NOW!" Uncle Vernon ended his rant by slapping him across the face.

Harry walked up to his room, and was thinking this summer is going to long. The bad part was he really wasn't looking forward to going back to the wizarding world because Voldemort was officially back and out in the open and then there was the problem of the prophecy. He fell into a not so restful sleep.

End Flashback

Harry was happy that today was Saturday which meant the stupid locking mechanism that Uncle Vernon installed on his door stayed unlocked the entire day. As he was eating breakfast he realized that he was pretty stupid with the letter that he sent to Hermione both muggle and owl. Why didn't he just call her, she did give her number to him. Looking at the time and thinking that he would be able to weed the garden and cut the grass in a little over three hours he decided to do that right away. When he walked outside he looked at the garden and realized that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia must do this to him on purpose. The garden looked like it hasn't been weeded since the last time Harry weeded it. It is a surprise that the neighbors don't talk about them since they have nothing better to do. After spending 2 hours redoing 11 months of non care, the garden looked exactly like it did the last time Harry weeded the garden. Luckily the grass didn't need to be spent a long time cutting since the yard was really small. Harry, covered in sweat went into the cool house for a drink of water and decided to pluck up the courage to call Hermione. Because Harry wanted to make sure the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore were not listening in on the call, Harry decided to go to the nearest connivance store and asked the clerk if he could use the pay phone in back to make a call.

"Granger Residence, Emma Granger speaking" A sweet sounding women on the other side of the call said.

"Hi Mrs. Granger, my name is Harry Potter. I go to school with Hermione, is she available at the moment." Harry responded.

"Why yes, Harry, she is, hold on just a second while I go retrieve her." Mrs. Granger said pleasantly. Harry heard Mrs. Granger yell out for Hermione who was probably reading a book. After what seemed like an entirety but was really only a half minute Harry heard the familiar voice of his best friend on the line.

"Hello, Hermione speaking." Hermione said in a sweet confident voice.

"Hey Hermione, Its Harry. Hows your summer been going so far?" Harry said in a voice that didn't sound at all like his own. This is Hermione we are talking about you have been friends with her for over 5 years just talk normal he thought to himself. Yes, but now you realize that you like her more than a friend another voice in his head responded. Yes, but what if she doesn't like me for more than a friend. What if she thinks I am going to use my boy-who-lived status and try to get her to become her boyfriend the first voice responded back. Well, she already likes you for who you are, not the boy-who-lived stuff the second voice responded quickly. While this internal battle was going on inside Harrys head he didn't realize how much time had past and Hermione was trying to talk to him.

"Harry, are you all right, did you hear what I just said" Hermione said, sounding a little bit irate.

"Sorry, Hermione I have a lot on my mind so my mind must have wandered off for a second, sorry." Harry said really quietly.

"Well, Harry, I am listening, what do you want to talk about?" Hermione almost sounded excited about the prospect of helping somebody in need.

"Well Hermione, I have been thinking the past week and a half since school let out and have analyzing my life and there are some people out there who I don't think I can trust." Harry almost sounded sad when he said this last sentence.

"What do you mean, Harry?" Hermione asked quickly with almost the same exact tone of voice.

Harry realized that right then and there Hermione was one of the people that he would be able to trust and he should tell her everything. Maybe she could help him plan, she was always good at that sort of stuff. Harry was more of a do it, ask questions later. Not the best strategy for dealing with problems, usually somebody would get hurt. "Since Sirius's death I have been thinking, and I think that I am being played by Dumbledore. Something doesn't feel right. Then two days ago I get a letter mysterious letter from Sirius who with the help of the goblins sends me a letter that looks like he wrote it just before he died." Harry goes on to explain all that has happened in the past couple of days.

"Wow, Harry when you put it that way, I can see how you could have lost some trust in people. I am sorry that has happened." Hermione said in a shocked voice after spending the entire time just listening to him.

"Well, Director Ragnok said I will be receiving a portkey from him later today, which will be activated in 2 days time. I will be able to meet with him and discuss my situation. I was wondering if you could maybe join me at the meeting. I think it would be good to have an extra set of ears at the meeting and since it doesn't directly affect you, you would be able to see both sides of problem. I have a feeling I need somebody to calm me down, it could get messy there. Ill send a message to Ragnok today asking him to send a portkey to you, explaining that I trust you with my life and that is why I am asking for you to be a part of the meeting." Harry said in the most professional tone he could muster.

"Harry, I am shocked. I really like that you can place this kind of trust in me. Don't worry I will not let you down." Hermione said in a voice Harry has never heard he talk in.

"I was also thinking of maybe having the goblins send another one of those set of envelopes to you so could be easier to send mail back and forth without it being intercepted. Thank you Hermione for being a really good friend to me. I have to get going. I will hopefully see you in two days."

"No problem, Harry. Nice talking to you. Yes, see you in two days. Good luck, Harry. Bye."

The phone clicked off and Harry realized that that was the first ever meaningful conversation he has ever had. The conversations with Dumbledore, at the time which he thought were meaningful were really Dumbledore spinning a tale to get Harry to see his side of the situation. Harry walked the mile home, and went into the smallest bedroom. On his desk was a note attached to a broken gameboy.

Dear Mr. Potter

This is the Portkey that will transport you to the meeting with me on the fifth of July. All you have to say to activate the portkey is "football" at exactly noon while holding onto this object. It will take you directly into my office and from there we can discuss any questions you have about your inheritance.

With Regards,

Director Ragnok

Harry looked at the note and the gameboy and realized that it would be almost 36 hours before he fully uncovered all the manipulations of Dumbledore. Before doing anything he decided to write a letter to Director Ragnok and ask him to send a letter to Hermione and ask him if there was a way she could attend the meeting in an advisor type of role.

Dear Director Ragnok;

I would like to have an advisor come join us in the meeting. Her name is Hermione Granger and she I consider her my best friend. The reason I am asking for this request because she would be a second set of ears for me and she could settle me down if things get out of hand. I have a feeling that some things that would be said could trigger my anger and I would like somebody there that is an impartial judge. I would also like to know if you could send her one of these magical envelopes that we can communicate without owls or muggle post. Thank you for your time. I will see you on the fifth of July.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry looked over the letter to make sure it was very polite. One thing he realized when he recently started to communicate with goblins is they like to be very polite. It is totally different than what he learned in History of Magic, in class all goblins seemed very savage. It seemed that wizards told other wizards wanted to view goblins. Harry decided that wizards are very prejudiced. If you are not a pureblood it seemed, you were considered second class citizens in the wizarding world. It was the same problem that the United States of America had since they separated from the crown in the late 1800's. He learned about this in primary school. In the United States people who did not have a light skin tone seemed to be frowned upon. He didn't understand this because all of them were humans. Wizarding kind seemed to be the same way. He didn't like that because all of them were wizards/witch. It didn't matter where their parents were. As he was distrusting the magical world more he received a response back from Ragnok.

Dear Mr. Potter;

Yes, Ms. Hermione Jane Granger can attend the meeting in an advisor type role. I think it would be very good for her to attend. I sent her a magic envelope and portkey. All you have to do to contact her is write her name on the letter. The envelope will then send the letter to the proper party.

Regards,

Director Ragnok

Harry was very happy when he read this. As he was reading this, Fawkes flashed into his room carrying a letter from Dumbledore.

Dear Harry;

It is with regret that I can not attempt to have you out for your birthday. It seems like the war is escalating too quickly. I am sorry for ruining your chance at a party. I also would like to stress to you not to leave the house without an escort. It is not safe for you, Voldemort has too many spies in England. I realize that you went to the store because your relatives made you do some shopping. I ask that you warn them about the danger about sending you out on your own again. Again I am sorry for not allowing you to enjoy your birthday. In times like these, it is imperative that you stay safe. Maybe when the war is over we can celebrate a big birthday party for you.

With Respect,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

Harry was downright pissed at what Dumbledore wrote. He never saw the letter from Ron as he tried to get some sleep.

A/N That ends Ch.3 of my story. Please rate and review my story. It will be greatly appreciated. Ch.4 should be up sometime the end of this week.