Harry had been sat on the stairs for quite a while, he had no idea how long but it was peaceful, and quiet. He had spent the time just looking at the wall opposite cracked paint, the vague amounts of dust and large amount of cobwebs. 'Ron wouldn't like it here' he thought to himself. The smell of dust, riddled through the air and up Harry's nostrils until he no longer noticed it. He was barely aware of his hand as he mouthed incantations, moving his hand as if holding an imaginary wand. He didn't know how long he'd been there, all he knew is that the silence and freedom of being alone was welcoming. But as always, it was bound to be interrupted.

"Ah, Harry. I thought I'd find you here." said a voice, he snapped out his trance like state, almost sighing as he saw who it was.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." he said in a bored tone.

"Hello, Harry. Have you been here long?" asked Dumbledore, his expression, full of concern.

"I don't really know, Professor." replied Harry, it was the truth. He had no idea, how much time had elapsed.

"Harry, I can't help but notice… you've seemed quite detached lately. Is there anything, you want to talk about?" asked Dumbledore.

"No, sir." replied Harry, monotonously.

"Harry, I think we can both agree, we are past the 'Student - Teacher' relationship, you can come, talk to me, any time you want." said Dumbledore, trying to reassure Harry.

"Thank you, sir." replied Harry, wondering where this was going.

"Your reaction, towards your Uncle at Privet Drive, I'd like to discuss it." said Dumbledore, groaning slightly, as he sat down on the steps.

"I know, I shouldn't have raised my wand, Professor." sighed Harry, not wanting, another lecture.

"I'm not angry Harry, remember in the summer after your second year, you inflated your Aunt Marge. Through accidental magic." asked Dumbledore. Harry smiled at the memory, how freaked out, the Dursley's had been.

"I remember." smiled Harry, causing Dumbledore to chuckle.

"Well, earlier. Would you say you were more angry, than the time you…blew up your Aunt Marge?" asked Dumbledore. Harry was intrigued, he didn't know where this conversation was going, and he wasn't being lectured.

"I'd say so, sir. Why?" asked Harry, thinking about both circumstances, he was easily more angry at what had occurred, this afternoon.

"While it took some control, not to curse your Uncle, this afternoon. You performed no accidental magic, and while you still raised your wand, nothing actually happened." replied Dumbledore, but Harry, was still confused.

"I don't understand, sir." said Harry, bluntly.

"Accidental magic, occurs when young wizards cannot control their emotions. It typically stops around fourth or fifth year, so it isn't surprising nothing happened, but you were ready to curse your Uncle this afternoon. My concern Harry, is that you are a powerful young wizard. You will soon learn that you are capable of things that your classmates are not. And it is imperative, you are able to control these…talents." finished Dumbledore, he almost looked sorry for Harry. As though it was another burden.

"Powerful? Sir, I've been lucky every so often, Hermione gets everything right, first time in class, I'm not that…talented." said Harry, Dumbledore looked at him.

"Really, Harry? You mastered the Patronus Charm, in your third year. You competed in the Triwizard Tournament in your fourth, and last week, you duelled, fully grown wizards. Death Eaters, and you think, your not talented?" asked Dumbledore, as if yearning for him to think, about what he'd done.

"Think, Harry. Think about these things." urged Dumbledore. The images flickered through his head, the Patronus, driving of the hundred Dementors to save Sirius, the Dragon, the Lake, the Maze, duelling Voldemort, duelling Death Eaters. They all span through Harry's head. He wrenched himself, from his memories.

"I…I just did what I had to do." said Harry, his voice ever so slightly raised.

"I'm so sorry Harry, I know all you want is a normal life. But, that is something short of impossible for you. And with these new powers, and you magical power growing, it comes with great responsibility." said Dumbledore, gravely.

Harry had to bite his tongue not to make a smart reply, he didn't want another childish outburst.

"Fine… what are these powers?" asked Harry.

"I'm not to sure myself, Harry. You will become more magically powerful, like Miss. Granger maybe get spells right first time. You will be able to perform more advanced spells than is usual for your age, you will have a better grasp and understanding of your subject. As far as that Harry, I'm not sure what skills you will acquire. I trust you will come and tell me about any others." said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling at Harry. He only nodded in response.

"To help control these powers, and for your own protection and protection of others I feel it necessary that you restart lessons in Occlumency with Professor Snape." finished Dumbledore.

"No, Professor. I don't learn from Snape. He taught me nothing last time, and he'll teach me nothing this time. Is there anyone else that can teach me?" asked Harry, Dumbledore could see how adamant Harry was, knowing he wouldn't budge on the matter. He sighed in resignation.

"Fine, I will ask at the next Order meeting if anyone will teach you." said Dumbledore.

"Thank you, sir." replied Harry.

"You welcome, Harry. Would you like me to tell Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger where you are?" asked Dumbledore as he got up to leave.

"No… no thank you, sir." said Harry, a bit to quickly.

"Are you sure your alright, Harry. Have you told your friends about the Prophecy?" asked Dumbledore.

"I'm fine, sir. And no, I haven't told them." said Harry, not keen to talk about the Prophecy, or anything that happened that night." replied Harry, hotly.

"I suggest you bear it in mind, Harry. I'll tell you who your Occlumency tutor after tomorrow's Order meeting." said Dumbledore, walking down the stairs and leaving Harry alone.

He'd decided that he wouldn't tell anyone about the Prophecy, partly because it would just attract more attention, Ron was prone to blurting things out, Hermione would just worry, fawn over him, then go to the library to look up spells, and more than likely drag Harry with her. But the main reason was, if he did tell his friends. Voldemort or anyone else skilled in Legilimency could find it out from his friends. No, he wouldn't tell anyone about the Prophecy.

Dumbledore must have been true to his word, nobody else had come to talk to him. He was thankful for that, he didn't know exactly how much to trust Dumbledore on his 'new powers' maybe he did know more than he was telling Harry, to test if Harry would come to tell him about any new power. Absent mindedly he thought about any 'talent' that might start to show itself. Immediately, he found himself thinking about Animagus. His dad was one, Sirius was one, even Pettigrew and Sirius had told him he was useless at magic.

He found himself thinking about what form he might take, the uses of being an Animagus, it was a few hours before he was abruptly shaken from his thought by the voice of Mrs. Weasley shouting that food was on the table, carefully creeping down the stairs, trying not to attract attention so it wouldn't give him or his hiding place away. There was no worry however, as he walked in to the kitchen and everyone was at the table.

"Ah, Harry dear. Come on, I've made plenty for everyone." gushed Mrs. Weasley, pulling out a chair between Ron and Ginny.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." replied Harry. Sitting down and pulling a bowl of pasta closer to him.

"Where've you been all afternoon?" asked Hermione.

"I've been sleeping." replied Harry, as he piled pasta on his plate.

"No you weren't, we checked." said Hermione sharply, trying to get his gaze. Harry fought a frown before replying.

"I was in another room." said Harry. Hermione looked like she wanted to ask more questions, but stopped herself and got back to her plate.

"Want to play some chess later?" asked Ron.

"Maybe, I'm still a bit tired. Didn't get much sleep at my Aunt's." said Harry, now piling sauce on his plate.

"Why? They didn't do anything to you, did they?" asked Ron.

"No, I was just up reading all the time." replied Harry, much to the horror of Ron and the delight of Hermione.

"You crazy, mate? Hermione's been trying to get me to read for next year, I don't even know what subjects I'm taking yet!" he yelled.

"It never hurts to be prepared though, what have you been reading Harry? I'm really nervous for our O.W.L results, are you?" she said, quickly.

"Here we go…" mumbled Ron.

"She's been trying to get me to revise for my O." murmured Ginny. As Ron and Hermione started to argue. Harry took this time to eat as much as he could.

"Come on you two." snapped Mrs. Weasley, both Ron and Hermione reddened at being chastised. They ate in silence for a few seconds, Harry noticed Mrs. Weasley looking at him with a concerned look on her face. Then the front door slammed and everyone turned to see who would come through the door. A tired looking Tonks came through the door.

"Hello, Tonks." chorused a few people. Harry's head stayed down, pointlessly trying to avoid her from seeing him.

"Wotcher everyone, food smells great Molly." said Tonks, sitting down and helping herself to the food. It was a few minutes of rambling conversations before Tonks and Harry's eyes met, both of them immediately stopping what they were doing, which of course attracted attention.

"Alright, Harry." said Tonks, uncomfortably.

"Hey, Tonks." replied Harry, equally uncomfortable, at both the eye contact of Tonks and the situation it was causing.

"How are you feeling, after you know Privet Drive?" asked Tonks.

"Fine thanks, you?" asked Harry, concerned about how she was feeling after what had happened.

"Good, any.. you know side effects from…" but she was cut off from Mrs. Weasley.

"That's enough, Tonks." scolded Mrs. Weasley, Tonks started to reply but Harry countered first.

"I'm fine, Tonks." said Harry, much to the displeasure of Mrs. Weasley and confusion of Ron, Hermione and Ginny.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Ron.

"Nothing, Ron. Come on everyone, eat up." said Mrs. Weasley in a high voice. Harry, not wanting to go in to the details silently agreed, stuffing his mouth full of food.

"It's about Privet Drive, isn't it." continued Ron.

"Ron, eat your dinner." said Mrs. Weasley, before anyone else could reply.

"Molly, they deserve to know what happened." said Tonks.

"No!" said both Harry and Mrs. Weasley. Everyone stared at Harry, saying 'no'. Confused and complexed looks on everyones faces, as they thought Harry would want to tell his friends.

"Why don't you want us to know?" asked Ginny.

"It's nothing." said Harry, avoiding all stares and continuing to eat.

"But, we…" started Ginny.

"It's Order business, Ginevra. Now, can we all just eat." said Mrs. Weasley, exasperated.

"But, we deserve to know if it's something about Harry." burst Hermione, nobody noticed the scowl on Harry's face.

"It's Order business, Hermione." scolded Mrs. Weasley. Even more red from being embarrassed, Hermione stopped talking and looked at Harry, as if to say he would let her know afterwards. But Harry didn't return the gaze instead, awkwardly looking at Tonks who was looking at him.

The rest of the meal was eaten mostly in silence, Harry finished as quickly as he could and after a second, quite small portion, headed upstairs before anyone could say anything. Mrs. Wesley was looking angrily at Tonks and Ron, Hermione and Ginny were all talking amongst themselves, before heading upstairs where they could talk aloud and possibly to Harry.

"Tonks, why did you have to start talking about Privet Drive." scolded Molly Weasley.

"I wanted to see if Harry was alright, after what he did, I think I have a right to be concerned." replied Tonks, angrily.

"Hermione, Ron and Ginny don't know about it, and now they'll start asking all over again." said Molly.

"That's another thing, Harry hasn't told them. I'd have thought he couldn't wait to tell them." quipped Tonks, confused to why Harry wouldn't tell his friends.

"Tell who, what?" asked Bill, who had just walked in, with Arthur following him a few seconds later.

"What's happened?" asked Arthur, noticing his wife was slightly angry. He and Bill sitting down and helping themselves.

"Harry, hasn't told Ron, Hermione or Ginny about Privet Drive." said Tonks.

"Not surprised, he hasn't told them about what happened at the Ministry." said Bill, who had sat down and grabbed an empty plate.

"You talked about sorts, didn't you?" said Tonks, referring to Bill's all night chat with Harry.

"We did, but it's not surprising. We talked about all sorts." said Bill.

"Even…the prophecy?" asked Molly, in hushed tones. As if someone might be listening.

"No, he touched the subject but he closed up pretty quick. Decided not to push it, especially after everything that had happened." reasoned Bill.

"You'd think he'd have told his friends though." replied Arthur. Everyone except Bill, murmured in agreement.

"Maybe he will, give him time. He'll talk to them, now he's here with them. By the way, Order meeting tomorrow." said Molly, as she started to clean up.

"So soon after the last?" asked Bill.

"Albus told me today, it sounds quite secretive though. So try not to let the children know." muttered Molly.

"They're always secretive, mum." said Bill, earning a scornful look from his mother.

"I know that, Bill. But, Albus even took me aside to tell me. To make sure Ginny didn't overhear. By the way, Arthur, Ginny needs help on her Muggle Studies assignment." said Molly.

"Fine dear, Tonk can you let Alastor and Kingsley know, I won't be near the Auror office tomorrow." said Arthur.

"I can tell them, you on more raids tomorrow?" asked Tonks.

"No, You-Know-Who is causing a storm in the Muggle World and we're looking on ways to improve how to track magical items. Found a few magical portrays around the Muggle Primeminister's location the other day." said Arthur, gravely.

"Think he's planning an assassination?" asked Bill.

"If You-Know-Who wanted the Primeminister dead, he could have killed him already. I've been asked to make a presentation on stepping up protection at Downing Street." said Arthur, proudly.

"Congratulations, we've stepped up protection on Fudge. Don't see why, useless idiot." muttered Tonks.

"The goblins aren't happy with him, Daily Prophet is reporting more and more stories on him. I don't think he'll be Minister of Magic at the end of the summer." said Bill.

"But with You-Know-Who back, who'd want the job?" asked Molly, everyone paused at that thought. It wouldn't be a job they'd want.

"Can't believe Harry, doesn't want us to know." said Hermione, as they climbed the stairs.

"Well he didn't reply to our letters when we asked him about it." reasoned Ron.

"But, what about every other letter we sent him. He didn't reply to those either." said Ginny.

"I don't know, it's Harry. He says he's fine all the time." replied Ron.

"But he's been through a lot, losing Sirius, whatever happened in the atrium and Privet Drive!" shouted Hermione.

"Harry, will tell us, when he wants to tell us. Speak of the devil!" said Ron, spotting him at the open door frame to his and Harry's shared room.

"Harry! What was all that about downstairs?" asked Hermione. But Harry, hardly heard her. His and Ron's shared room, was plastered in orange paint, posters of the Chudley Cannons, Quidditch Books, a chess board and pieces were scattered across the floor.

"What have you done to the place?" asked Harry, notes of disgust in his voice. But Ron didn't hear them.

"It's brilliant isn't it? Chudley Cannons on the wall, all my Quidditch books, just like home, it's great!" remarked Ron.

"This is Sirius's house, Sirius's house! And you just paint over it when he dies?" shouted Harry, angrily.

"Calm down mate, it's just a bit of paint. What are you doing?" asked Ron, Harry stamped over to his trunk, picking it up.

"I'm sleeping somewhere else." growled Harry. Leaving his friends, even more baffled and confused than before.

Harry walked, carrying his trunk. It was heavy, but in his anger he didn't really notice. He walked up the stairs, and found himself at Sirius's room again, the urge to go inside came again. But again he was too tired to deal with it, seeing another door close to it he opened that instead, closing it quietly behind him incase anyone had followed him. He turned gasped, it was a large bedroom, he settled his trunk down to one side and surveyed the room, it was clean, cleaner than he thought it would be. The floors were carpeted, a deep plush forest green colour, the walls matched the carpeted floor and the ceiling was a dark, deep brown. There was large, full length mirror on the wall, some wooden door were on the side, they sledded open and he gasped again, it was a wardrobe like closet. Nearly the length of the wall, hangers for robes, and even a few robes on their as well, and they looked unworn and a shelf on the top that he guessed were for pants. At the bottom, it was split. Half was a place for footwear and the other, small drawers for socks and underwear. He closed the closet up and looked at the rest of the room.

There was a sizeable desk, with drawers on either side and finally, there was a very large and comfy looking bed, with dark, midnight blue. One end was set against the wall, so it was faced opposite the door that entered the room and either side of the bed were small bedside cupboards, one of which had a small, silver alarm clock. With a little candle set on each side, there was also a bit of an open space to the left hand side that Harry could decided was a place for his trunk. There was a door on the other side, he settled his trunk down, his anger ebbed away as his curiosity got the better of him as he walked over to the door and opened it. It was a small bathroom, polished white tiles all over, lights embedded in the ceiling, the loo was tiled also, a dark blue with sparkly bits of silver reflecting and shining. There was a shower in the corner, and glass surrounding it so water wouldn't spray everywhere. A toilet, and sink in the other corner, a few shelfs that had a few standard bathroom items on them, soap, shampoo, shower gels, razors, shaving foam, even hair gel. Harry's face grimaced at the thought of that as it reminded him of Malfoy. On the other size was a bath, not a huge one but one that he'd fit into with ease, and instead of dozens of taps their was only three, which Harry still thought was one too many. He looked at the labels, 'Hot', 'Cold', 'Foam' He closed the bathroom door and looked at the desk, the drawers, and decided he wanted to look in there.

Their was a stack of parchment in the first drawer, complete with a bunch of quills and bottles of ink. In the second, a small pile of envelopes, half a dozen large candles, and three wax stamps with what looked like a coat of arms imprinted on the surface. It was a seal used to close letters, and he guessed the seal was the House of Black. In the third, which was twice the seize of the first two, was full off thin, worn books. With what looked like fictional stories on the front, they were ordered neatly, and Harry guessed their was at least fifty or so. A smile passed across his face as he saw the top title on one stack 'The Crazy Adventures of Garry the Griffin'. He closed the drawer with a promise to himself he would read a few of them sometime. He went to the other side and opened the first drawer, it was a blank photo album, slightly confused, he closed it and opened the next. It was empty, guessing he could find a use for it with his own things he closed it and opened the final drawer, which was again, twice as big as the others. This one was also filled with thin books, but the titles were different. Much different.

"'Phantastic Potions', 'Terrific Transfigurations', "Cracking Charms'" read Harry, to himself. They were small spellbooks, in all kind of categories, Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against The Dark Arts, and some were more vague in their categories like Pranking, Curses, Jinxes. He smiled at some of the titles, as he started looked at the spine of each book, fliicking through them all. Until he reached the bottom, it was an envelope. With very familiar writing on it, Sirius's…

A/N - I've took into consideration about what people have been saying, to clarify to some of you, Ron isn't the usual, stuff your face, ignorant moron, Hermione isn't going to be a frantic and annoying person, and Ginny isn't going to be a jealous, childish girl. I'm going to develop their characters around how Harry treats them, their is still going to be friendship, but some things will happen that will maybe turn them against each other.

As always reviews are welcome, if I can get my total review up to, say… 35 reviews by… lets say July 6th - 10AM London time, I will upload another chapter on the Wednesday as well, big one. Like 7000+ words.

That's only like 25 reviews?

Next Chapter might feature… Order meetings? Remus Lupin? Ron, Hermione and Ginny finding things out? Occlumency? All of the mentioned? Review to find out!

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