A/N: I do not own Harry Potter if I did then it would turn out something like this…

Summer break, 1995

Somewhere in downtown London.

'Twas a night in the beginning of August, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, except…

"WHY!?" came the scream from the green eyed teen. Pacing up and down like a caged animal he continued his rant. "Why are you so persistent? Why don't you just fucking fold like everyone else? Six hours! For six hours I have been casting on you and you are still there, with a smug smile on your face!"

At this point it would be appropriate to point out that it is 2 AM.

"Tell me your secret!"

It would also be appropriate to point out at that he is currently screaming at a brick wall. Or at least what is objectively a brick wall, but for someone casting for 6 hours and had less then that amount of sleep it would look like the incarnation of all that is evil and must be destroyed.

To understand why a healthy, albeit somewhat disheveled, looking teen is screaming at an innocent brick wall you need to understand his current situation.

The green eyed, long black haired teen is one Hadrian Dursley and he is currently renovating No.13 Grimmauld Place, or is at least trying to. His plan, to just cast Reparo at everything and anything failed spectacularly. You see Hadrian's strong point is his sheer amount of raw magical power. If he would let loose then he could probably animate the house to sing or dance. So he got into the habit of just overpowering his spells to get what he wants. Sadly if he were to let loose now then the magical detectors at the Ministry of Magic would alert the lovely Aurors in red to his current location. He would also have to answer some awkward questions, like:

Why are you in the middle of London and not at your home?

Where are your guardians?

Do they even know you are here?

What are you doing with an abandoned house?

Why are there muggle repellent wards on this property?

Do you even own this property?

Questions he would like left unanswered seeing as how he is currently running away and stealing a house at once. Then again is it theft when the house is already abandoned and in dire need of renovation?

So as our readers might surmise, Hadrian had the bright idea of becoming independent, living off the summer with the rest of his yearly scholarship, obtaining housing by hijacking a building, that people wouldn't mind to see disappear, to make it livable.

"What in the world could go wrong with magic?" Hadrian said to Hermione at the train station.

Having a mental breakdown could be counted as something to go wrong, but with Hadrian it might just be an everyday occurrence. Sadly the brains of the operation, the logical part of the two, namely Hermione Granger was currently out of the house visiting a relative acquiring precious resources. Food that wasn't canned beans.

Who would have thought food in down town London would be more expensive then in Surrey?

That his usual modus operandi is non-usable and the calming voice of his beloved Hermione is nowhere is just the beginning of his problems. Let us not forget to point out that ever since the beginning of summer he has been living in a rundown house, with no warm water and where an electric light bulb was luxury. Where all the eye could see was walls that were cracked, wallpaper peeling off the wall, uneven floor boards or just gone, broken tiles.

Let it be said Hadrian was never spoiled, living in a cupboard for most of his life made sure of it, but the sheer thought of a hot bath, a warm bed, being one spell away frustrated him to no end.

All of us have a breaking point. All of us have one straw that will break our back and that one crack on the wall, which couldn't be repaired by a Reparo, while every other damn crack could be was Hadrian's.

He was just staring at the wall. In his delusional state he imagined the crack forming into a smug smile, forming a face and outright mocking him. In his fury he concentrated all his power in his right fist and punched the wall.

Weirdly enough he felt no pain.

A crack appeared on the wall, and in a spider web pattern started to spread out not unlike you would see in a cartoon and as in a cartoon the wall crumbled into dust, revealing another wall. However this wall was different. Around the wall Hadrian could sense magical wards which means….

He broke out into a smile and materialized his wand from thin air.

Magical wards means magical residence, which in turn also means an area with a high concentration of magic. Which all together means no trace and he could let loose THE DOGS OF WAR!

"BWAHAHAHA"

'Hadrian, before you do anything stupid, do an experiment to test your theory.' The little voice in Hadrian's head said, sounding like the voice of Hermione.

"Damn." Hadrian said aloud. Taking a few steps back and casting an overpowered Lumos that was on par with the Sun itself, he waited to see if he would get an owl. Double checking on his nonexistent wrist watch that an appropriate amount of time has passed he put his maniacal grin back on his face and continued where he left of.

"HAHAHA" Hadrian laughed as he pointed his wand at the wards of his neighbor's house.

.oOo.

At 1:45 in the morning the Terrible Twins, Hell's Carrots, snuck out of their bed. Why? Why to cause chaos and mischief of course! They headed downstairs preparing to cast a prank on the wall behind the couch, which would make it seem like the couch and wall came alive, eating people's hair. Knowing that the spell was relatively harmless they thought it would be awesome. They prepared to cast the spell at precisely 2 AM so it could harass Arthur and Remus before the spell expires and they could feign ignorance, having the alibi of not even being out of bed. With a swish and flick of their wands the purple light hit the wall, waiting to test it one twin watched the wall while the other watched the steps.

"Fred?" said George.

"Yes?" said George to Fred.

"What spell did you give me?"

"The hair eating spell" replied the twin in annoyance.

"Is it supposed to cause the wall to crack?" said the twin. Before his very eyes, cracks were forming from the exact point the spell hit the wall.

"Umm… no"

The one watching the wall responded. "Do you remember that one time when we did that prank on Snape that went wrong?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Do you remember how we ran all around the castle before he stopped following us?"

"Yes brother" annoyed that they were going down memory lane while they were supposed to be doing a prank.

The one watching the wall said, now barely in a whisper, as he keeps his eyes locked on the ever increasing cracks. "Do you remember the last thing I said before we ran?"

"Yeah, you said every twin for himself."

"Well, dear twin of mine. EVERY TWIN FOR HIMSELF!"

With the last said the one watching the wall bolted up the staircase closely followed by his beloved brother, not even waiting for an explanation.

Unbeknown to them at the very moment they reached their room the wall in the drawing room silently exploded, covering it in dust and debris revealing the form of a silently cackling boy.

.oOo.

The next day

No. 12 Grimmauld Place, secret HQ of the Order of the Phoenix, current residence of the Weasley family

As every morning Molly Weasley woke up from bed. Did her morning cleansing ritual. Dawn her new outfit, that looked like yesterday's outfit, and went down as usual to cook up breakfast for the house.

Budding her eyes awake she walked through the living room absent mindedly congratulating herself on how well she made the kids clean the place. 'It feels like an entirely new room!' She thought as she walked down in to the kitchen. When she walked up to the sink she waved her wand instructing her magic to peel the potatoes only to realize nothing happened.

She looked down realizing that the entire sink was missing, she then frantically searched through the cabinets only to realize that even the cabinets were missing. There was nothing in the kitchen but left over wood from counters and cabinets that were removed.

Rushing back out in the living room she realized that every single thing, even the carpet, even the paint from the wall was missing. Hell even her beloved clock was gone.

She did the only sensible thing she could think of. She screamed. This wasn't a normal scream, this was a blood curdling, everyone wake up stop what you are doing and come to me scream.

Startled yelps and bangs followed by footsteps were heard as people ran down the steps to see what is wrong with Molly, only to be met with the shocking display of the emptiness of the living room. If they paid close attention they would also have realized that all the other rooms lay empty as well.

Sirius Black was barely awoken by the screaming from downstairs. Being used to Bellatrix' screams in the High Security ward made one used to such. Realizing that it was Molly Weasley he got up. He slowly trudged down the steps, with a yawn and a scratch to the back of his neck. When he got to the steps he realized it was blocked by a wall of children and adults all standing there with their mouths gaping open.

He looked around to see what everybody was staring at until he realized all of the furniture was missing. Somebody even made an effort to steal the carpet and curtains. A spark of amusement lit up in his eyes as he watched everyone run around like headless chickens from hearing that everything was stolen.

.oOo.

In the neighboring house, sitting on a plush sofa was the laughing form of Hadrian. Watching through the gaping hole in the wall, which was hidden by a simple notice-me-not charm, as the Weasley family try to make sense of what happened. Trying desperately to breath, Hadrian fell of his sofa.

To his right was a recently borrowed camcorder taping everything, immortalizing every second of this glorious event.

To his left was the portrait of a laughing elderly lady, who insists that his name is James, not Hadrian, as they will restore the glory of the House of Black, whatever the hell that means.

.oOo.

Sirius called out Kreacher. The little elf popped into place mumbling about nasty blood traitor masters. Sirius looked him in the eyes and demanded that he made him breakfast like he would make for his brother or mother, just food nothing extra, and to deliver it to his room. Turning back up the steps Sirius walked groggily back up the stairs mumbling about needing more sleep.

Remus facepalmed as he watched his friend go back up the stairs after he ordered breakfast from Kreacher, like nothing happened.

Molly, rushed back in the room to tell Arthur that the floo powder, the wood and even the fire was stolen. Arthur surprised at how even the fire could be stolen asked Molly to clarify. The children were also checking their own personal belongings to see what had been stolen. The cry of Ronald Weasley, "They even took your Firebolt!?" could be heard by everyone from their room.

Remus facepalmed, realized that as the only sensible adult he should contact Dumbledore and sent of his Patronus calling for aid.

After a minute Remus heard a knock at the door. Surprised that Dumbledore had arrived so soon he headed through the doorway, hoping not to disturb the sleeping portrait of Walburga, only to realize that even THE DOOR HAS BEEN STOLEN!

Startled from the realization that his door has been stolen, he came face to face with a man he has never seen before.

"Hello good Sir I don't mean to pry, you are obviously doing some kind of renovations but I was hoping of a moment of your time to see if you were interested in a few brochures about my church…"

Remus completely gob smacked just stood there trying to comprehend how a muggle got past the wards. Snapping out of it he slowly reached for his wand only to come up empty. Realizing that he doesn't even have his wand on him, he started to panic. He could have sworn that he always kept his wand on his person for emergency! Looking away from his empty hand he looked up to meet eye to eye with Snape, who clearly barged passed the now ruffled muggle.

With an angry look on his face or was it his default expression, and a prize worthy sneer he asked.

"What are you doing you idiot mutt?"

"The doors missing! My wands missing! Muggles got past threw the wards and I don't know what I am supposed to do!" Remus yelled frantically hoping that this was all a bad dream.

Snape slapped Remus, "Snap out of it!" he yelled at him.

Impatiently he pushed Remus out of the way, barging into the living room, hoping to find someone more competent to talk to.

As the unknown muggle walked down the stairs he passed two not too happy police officers. Being woken up early in the morning would do that to anyone. They were ordered to investigate a disturbance at No. 12 .

They made their way up the stairs just as an old man in purple robes covered in bright yellow stars popped in behind them. This old man, completely ignoring the presents of the muggles, just stared at the building in shock; realizing the wards were gone, like they were never there at the first place.

.oOo.

Hermione was fighting sleep as she walked back to No. 13. She was loaded with bags of fresh food. 'No more canned beans for me.', she thought happily as she turned a corner only to come face to face with a warzone. An ambulance with three police cars were pulled in front of a house which she clearly remembered was not there yesterday. As she came closer she could make out the forms of Professor Snape and the criminal Sirius Black being tackled on the ground.

"This is all your fault Black!" bellowed Snape as his face was kissing the pavement.

"How is this my fault Snivellus?"

"It just is!" yelled Snape before being showed forcefully into the police car, followed by Black.

Trying to blink the sleep from her eye she scanned the entire scene.

The Weasley family, the twins and Arthur, were trying to hold Molly from drawing her wand as she screamed her lungs out. Professor Lupin was kneeling on the pavement staring at the sky, waiting for an answer from God. Black and Professor Snape were fighting amongst one another in the back of a police car. Dumbledore was shepherding Christopher with Ronald and Ginevra to safety.

Connecting all the dots she came to the logical conclusion: Hadrian Dursley!

With power that King Kong would be proud of she barged through the door of No. 13, searching for Hadrian.

Hadrian who was still banging his fists on the floor felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle. Jumping up he came face to face with in irate and clearly pissed off Hermione Granger who was trying to bore a hole in Hadrian's head with her eyes.

Hadrian, acting like this was an everyday occurrence, sat back down.

"I guess you already met our lovely neighbors." He said with a small toothy smile. "As you can see while you were gone I with my limitless potential and genius managed to solve our house problem." He finished waving his hand around for emphasis. "I hope you don't mind green."

Taking her time for the first time since she barged in she took a good look around the newly renovated living room. The cracks were gone. The walls were all decorated with a dark green that matched the furniture, carpet, curtains. Weirdly enough almost all articles were decorated with snakes or some other form of serpent symbolism, but all in all the entire living room looked brand new.

"I fixed the heating, we have hot water and you have got to see our new tub. Still didn't figure out the damn electricity BUT we have gas lighting. So I guess that's also something." Hadrian said while stealing glances at Hermione's expression. Seeing as how her anger was cooling down from an explosive 12 to a manageable 10 he pressed on.

"Now I know what you might think and I promise it is not what it looks like!" Hadrian defended.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Well yes it does look like I stole everything and I did take it without asking but you must understand that all most all of the furniture was in dire need of repair and they just left it neglected. They were even throwing out priceless magical artifacts! Isn't that right Grandmamma Black?"

"GLORY TO THE HOUSE OF BLACK!" the portrait screamed.

"That's Grandma Black, she's an all-round swell gall after you get to know her."

Hermione just blinked.

"Now you ask yourself. Is this all? Of course not. Besides the immaculate furniture we also have a fully functional ward stone equipped with highly dangerous and illegal wards including but not limited to siege wards, and other wards that I couldn't make out yet. So now even you can practice magic during the summer!" Hadrian added with a lopsided grin. Seeing Hermione's defenses crumble he went for the killing blow.

"Last but not least we have a fully stocked library of an ancient and noble house! Yes you heard me right, thousands of books are at your disposal in our new personal library! We also have potatoes peeling in the kitchen." Hadrian added with a flourish.

Hermione was fighting an internal battle and loosing. She wanted to be mad at Hadrian for stealing and causing chaos but on the other hand he did steal from the Weasleys, people who knowingly in the case of the Percy, the twins, Ron and Ginny or unknowingly in case of Arthur and Molly belittle her heritage and always make an effort to piss her off. Then we have the thought of an entire library to herself. Wait! How do the Weasley's have the library of an ancient and noble family? How did the Black family come into play? The portrait seemed alright with being stolen so it might be alright? Hermione still tried to figure out the entire picture but her train of thought always kept returning to a simple fact. She now has her own library. With that she let a small smile creep up on her face.

Hadrian waiting on this jumped up from the sofa and dragged Hermione up the stairs.

"Come on, let me show you the library. I also found this wicked locket with an S on it. It even talks back…"