A.N.: Hey guys, what's up? So now that the Stone was saved, it is time for the long awaited summer where Harry finally takes charge with his life. Time to see exactly what Dumbledore does to stop Harry and what Harry does to defy Dumbledore. But for now, I shall answer your reviews.

To Talon Blu: I figured that I would just yell, or rather, type in all caps at the Guest because I did not appreciate him saying my story was bad when writing this is one of the few things I actually enjoy doing. And sorry, I have always done the Author's Notes at the beginning, so that is not going to change anytime soon.

To Riniko22: It is all part of the plan. Dumbledouche is going to do a lot of things to stop Harry, and Harry is just going to have to find a way to get around it.

To Arnold DeVillena: You and me both.

To knuckles 8: Well we all know that Dumbledore is not the smartest person alive, I think Hermione is living testament to that, and Harry had to take a stand at some point. If not now, then sometime in the near future.

To ElizabethAnneSoph: The protection around Privet Drive has never worked, that was why Harry was able to be beaten by his Uncle. If it had worked, then Vernon would never have been able to lay a hand on Harry.

To pottersparky: I do not really like the idea of Harry blackmailing Dumbledore. It just does not sit right with me. But some way or another, Harry will eventually get out of the reach of the Dursleys.

To Philosophize: Thanks for the advice. I will definitely be putting it to good use in the future. Truth be told, that is some of the reasons why I stopped reading other people's stories.

To TrickFarruner: Thanks for the review. I made Sorcerer's Stone that short, because other than changing who Harry is friends with and some other minor things, there are not that many things I can do to change the plot. Also, I mentioned in Chapter Two that I changed from when the story actually took place in the 90's to the 2000's. And as to the criticism, I can take it just fine. It is when somebody comes on here and starts to tell me things about the story that make no sense. First them telling me I am not following canon enough, and then them telling me that I need some originality? It made no sense. I do not appreciate someone picking apart my story for everything that they do not like about it. I do not do it to other people's stories, I just stop reading and find a better story. The reviews that they left were not just negative, they were trying to undermine me as a writer. They were not trying to help me get better, it was like they were trying to make me lose my confidence.

To Beyondthesea16: I know that the Dursleys will have to give up guardianship or else the Grangers would be charged with kidnapping. There will be a way to fix this soon enough, in this chapter, actually. Read on to find out what it is.

To MythStar Black Dragon, starboy454, Princesakarlita411, Calla Lily Potter, Cheryl, kissandtell126, , and Imorena: Thank you for the reviews. You guys are all going to find out just what it is that Dumbledore is planning and what is going to happen to him and Harry in the next couple of chapters.

Oh, one more thing, there are gonna be some spoilers to Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones, so if you have never seen the movie (which is horrible- the fact that you have never seen the movie- the movie is great) then you should probably avoid that part of the chapter. Other than that, I have nothing else to announce. So, feel free to leave a review, send a PM, and, of course, enjoy. Until next time, OPKILLERFROST, out.

Harry was finally allowed to leave the Hospital Wing that night. Madam Pomfrey could not see anything wrong with him, so she had no reason to keep him there. When he walked into the Great Hall, everybody stopped talking at once, and then started talking louder than before. Ignoring their conversations along with the green and silver banners hanging all over the Great Hall, he made his way over to the Gryffindor Table and sat down in between Neville and Hermione. Ron was across from them, still sporting a black eye from when the king had knocked him off of his horse.

"You guys okay?" He asked

"Yeah, we're good. I had some cracked ribs from where the king hit me, but other than that, I'm good. All that was wrong with Ron was he was hit in the head with a piece of his horse. I woke in the Hospital Wing the morning after. Hermione was a real mess next to your bed, Harry. She wouldn't leave until Dumbledore practically ordered her to get up and leave so he could talk to you." Neville said

"Yeah, well, I'd rather wake up to see Hermione than wake up and see him standing over me. You know, he's still trying to make me go back to my Aunt and Uncle's house this summer. If they show up at King's Cross tomorrow, then I'm telling them to piss off. I'd rather go home with Hermione and her parents than go back to that godforsaken place."

"I know my parents have already set up the guest room for you. Well, really it's your room now." Hermione said

"Thanks again, Hermione. You've really done so much to help me."

"Anything for you, Harry."

Before they could continue talking, however, Dumbledore walked in and started to make announcements. Apparently, there were last minute points to hand out.

"First- to Mister Neville Longbottom, for being able to keep cool in a situation that would make a grown man cower, I award Gryffindor House forty points."

The Gryffindor table started to clap and cheer, some people patting Neville on the back. They were starting to see him as more than just the boy who messes up in Potions or the boy that fell of his broom during the first flying lesson.

"Second- to Mister Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor House forty points.

The cheering coming from the Gryffindors was louder now. They were now in third place for the House Cup!

"Third- to Miss Hermione Granger, for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House forty points."

Everybody was going crazy at the Gryffindor Table. They were now in second place! All they needed was for Dumbledore to give out at least forty-one more points and they would win!

"Fourth- to Mister Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House forty points."

Everybody was too stunned now to even celebrate. They were now tied with Slytherin for the House Cup. What were they going to do? Would there be a duel of some kind? Would Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape have to play a game of rock, paper, scissors?

"And finally- to Miss Parvati Patil. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but it takes a lot more to stand up to people that you respect. I award Gryffindor House ten points."

It was all-out pandemonium at the Gryffindor Table. They had done it! They had beaten Slytherin and taken the House Cup! Before he could start celebrating, Harry caught a glare from Dumbledore. It seemed like he was trying to silently communicate with him. Does he really think that just because he gave Gryffindor House the necessary points to win the Cup, that I'm suddenly just going to go along with the idea of me living at the Dursleys? What happened next frightened Harry: Dumbledore nodded. It was like he could read Harry's mind, that he knew exactly what he was thinking. Unable to celebrate with everyone else, Harry stayed seated and began to think about what was happening this summer. He had to get away from the Dursleys this summer, regardless of what Dumbledore said. And so the rest of the feast carried on before they all were sent to bed that night. When they woke in the morning, they went straight down to the Hogwarts Express and sat talking about the past year. Ron did not have much to contribute to the conversation, because of the fact that the most interesting thing that he did before becoming friends with the trio was hung upside down by his ankle when Peeves set a trap for any "ickle-firsties" that happened to walk by. By the time that they arrived back in London, it was already four in the evening, and everybody was ready to get off the train. When they were finally allowed to leave the Platform, Harry started to feel sad. He would have to go back to the Dursleys before Dan and Emma could get him out of there. When Harry looked around, he saw his Uncle standing as far away as possible from Dan. He guessed that his Uncle had not forgotten what had happened on Christmas morning. Already knowing that a beating was coming his way, he figured that he might as well prolong the time between now and then, so he walked with Hermione over to Dan and Emma.

"Hermione! Harry! How are you?" Emma asked

"I'm a lot better now than what I'm going to be when I get back to my Uncle's house." Harry muttered

"I'm sorry we can't get you out of there right away, Harry. We promise that we are calling child services almost immediately once we get home."

Harry just nodded, gave Hermione a hug good-bye, and walked over to where his Uncle was standing. He could already see the evil glint in the older man's eye, which just told Harry that he had something particularly nasty coming his way. Not a word was spoken between the time when Harry met his Uncle to the time when he got home. He was even allowed to put his trunk away upstairs. Maybe his Uncle was not going to beat him after all? Harry was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Vernon burst into the room, belt in hand. Before Harry could turn around, the belt had been cracked against his back. Falling to the ground, tears in his eyes, Harry heard the grunt telling him another blow was soon to follow. After another ten strikes, his Uncle decided that freaks like him did not need to wear clothes while being punished, and forced Harry to remove his shirt. That was when Vernon decided to use the buckle to hit Harry with. Ten minutes later, the belt was thrown aside as Vernon decided that his fist was as good a weapon as any. He began to pound into Harry's ribs, not stopping until he saw that they were heavily bruised. The abuse did not stop there. Vernon yank Harry around by his arm, twisting it so far that it caused a spiral fracture. Not paying attention to Harry's cry of pain, Vernon started to turn his attention to Harry's face. Grabbing his throat, he began to land blows to Harry's face, only making it worse by the fact he still had his glasses on. By the time that Vernon was done, Harry's face was so bruised and bloody, the only way anybody would recognize him was his black hair and green eyes. His glasses lay around his head in broken pieces, his throat was bruised, his arm was jutting out at an odd angle, his ribs were bruised and broken, and his back had even more scars to add to the lattice. But Vernon still was not done. He left the room and soon came back with one of Dudley's aluminum baseball bats. He walked over to Harry and delivered several blows to each knee, ensuring that Harry would be unable to get to his desk to write to any of his freakish friends. Leaving Harry on the floor, Vernon went downstairs, washed his hands free of the freak's blood, and sat down to have a nice home-cooked meal with his lovely wife and perfect son.

0Oo.-

Two days later, and Harry was still on the floor, drifting in and out of consciousness. He tried to cry, but his throat was still bruised from where Vernon had grabbed him. Even though his head had taken a beating, his hearing still worked and was so happy when he heard his guardian angel come to his rescue.

"Hello, my name is Samantha Davis, and I work for Child Protective Services. I assume that you have already met Dan and Hermione?"

"Y- yes. We have made their acquaintance before."

"Well, they came to us in person because they had an urgent matter regarding the welfare of a child under your guardianship."

"Dudley? We would never hurt Dudley! He's our only boy!"

"No, not your son. Harry Potter is the one in question. Dan and Hermione came in saying that they have reason to believe that Harry has been abused while staying here. Would we be able to speak to him?"

"No, I'm sorry. He's out with some friends right now."

"What friends? His only friends are me and Neville, and neither of us live close by." Hermione said

"How do you know? He could have just been lying to get your attention. It's a habit of his."

"Then you wouldn't object to me going to his room? If he's not there, then there shouldn't be any problems."

"No, I will not have you going to his room."

"Why not, Petunia? Something up there you don't want us to see?"

"No, but you are- HEY!"

He heard the thudding of feet on the stairs, and then a couple seconds later, he saw a blurry shape burst into his room.

"HARRY!"

He saw the shape approach and start to cradle his head before he lost consciousness again.

When he woke up, he was in a completely different room. This one was white, smelled like hand sanitizer, and was filled with a high pitched beeping noise. Where was he? The Dursleys did not do something with him, did they? He heard the beeping sound get faster as his panic increased. He looked over and saw an EKG. Why was there an EKG in the room? Before he had time to think more on it, he heard the door open. He looked over and saw a familiar head of bushy brown hair walk in.

"Harry!"

Next thing he knew, he was being assaulted under a hug from Hermione. Not a bad way to wake up. The only downside was that Hermione was starting to squeeze him a little too hard for his ribs to handle.

"Ow- Hermione- my ribs." He gasped

"OhmygodHarryI'msosorry." She said at the speed of light and pulling away from him

"Where am I?"

"You're at the hospital. We came by with the social worker to come get you out of there, but when I found you, your face was so bloody I wouldn't have recognized you if you weren't my best friend."

"I took quite the pounding when I got back there. My Uncle did all because of what happened at Christmas."

"Hey Harry."

Harry looked over and saw that Neville was standing there with who Harry assumed was his grandmother. Next to them was an unfamiliar woman, but he knew that she was a witch as well. She just screamed that she was trying to blend into a society she did not belong to.

"Harry, this is my grandmother and our family Healer. Hermione wrote to me telling that you were badly hurt, and that the muggles wouldn't be able to fix you. I practically begged Grandmother to let us come help you."

"And I'm glad you did, Neville. I'm proud of you for wanting to help your friend." His grandmother said

Neville just blushed and the Healer stepped forward and started to examine Harry's injuries. It was determined that with magic and potions, Harry would only have to stay in the hospital for a night. They would just use a confundus charm to make the doctors think that his wounds had not healed overnight. It was going to be a painful process, but if it healed Harry completely, then it was going to be worth it.

0Oo.-

One month later, Harry was at the Granger house enjoying his new home. It had taken a little while, but they had finally gained custody of Harry, and he was now living with them. He was loving life with them and still could not believe that he would never have to return to the Dursleys again. It was best time of his life. For the first time in his life, he was excited about the fact that his birthday was approaching. He was told that the Grangers would take him shopping to get him new clothes that were actually his. That was one of his favorite parts about his new life: no more rolling sleeves fifteen times before they reached his wrists. It was like Christmas all over again. Harry's favorite part was being assaulted by Hermione's hugs every morning. Nothing was quite like waking up to see a bushy haired bullet crushing you in a hug as soon as you wake up.

The day of his birthday, Harry woke up to his usual crushing hug from Hermione. It took him making loud gasps of air for her to finally pull away from him.

"Happy Birthday, Harry." She said

"Thanks, Hermione. Y'know, I just realized that's the first time that someone has actually said that to me."

She gave him another hug before running out of the room to go get ready for the day. Once Harry was dressed for the day, he went downstairs to the kitchen and was met with the smell of a delicious breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, and toast: Harry's favorite. When he got to the kitchen, Emma embraced him in a hug. When he first started living with the Grangers, Harry would stiffen whenever someone other than Hermione would give him a hug, but after a month of being hugged every morning, he was growing used to it.

"Happy Birthday, Harry." Dan said from where he stood at the stove.

"Thanks. Breakfast smells delicious."

"Well, it is your favorite." Hermione said, entering the room

The four of them ate in relative silence, only broken by the sounds of Harry eating his favorite breakfast in the entire world. Not even Hogwarts could top Dan's pancakes, and that was saying something. Once everyone was done eating, they put their plates in the sink and gathered together to go over the gameplan for the day.

"So we'll go to Harrods, get Harry his clothes, then we'll head over and see Attack of the Clones, sound good?" Dan said

They were all excited to see the sequel to The Phantom Menace. They had bought it on DVD when Harry came home with them, and were all captivated to see the origins of Darth Vader and Ben Kenobi. Once everyone was ready to leave, they headed out to the store to get Harry an entirely new wardrobe. He was going to need a little of everything. And so they spent the next three hours having Harry try on new clothes, pick out shirts and pants that he liked, and deciding what to buy and what to put back. Even though any other twelve year old boy would hate going through this, Harry never had a family that cared enough to get him clothes like this, so he was going to enjoy this as much as he possibly could. When they were finally done with clothes shopping, they paid for the clothes and headed over to the theater to see the second episode (technically the fifth movie) of the Star Wars series. They were all captivated by the new events in the movie. It took place about ten years after Episode I, and things were getting a lot more dramatic. Mandalorian bounty hunters, a clone army, Separatist droid factories, it was all amazing. When the movie was over two hours later, they all had their mouths hanging open. They loved the series and could not wait to see the final part of the series. They knew that there had to be one more movie that would bridge the gap between what happened at the end of Episode II and what would happen at the start of Episode IV.

"So what did you guys think?" Dan asked as they exited the theater

"It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I like how it is showing the character development of Anakin as he travels down the path of the Dark Side. Remember how in Phantom Menace, Yoda said that fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering? I think that each of the three prequels are going to show Anakin going down that path. The first movie was fear, this one was anger, next movie is going to be hate, and we all know that he suffers as Darth Vader." Harry said

"Kid, you analyze these movies way too much. I think that you're starting to rival Hermione." Emma said

They all shared a laugh and went home for dinner that night. Because they filled up on popcorn and snacks at the theater, they had the light dinner of mac-and-cheese. Afterwards, they pulled a cake out of the freezer. Turns out, it had ice cream in it.

"Y'know, for dentists, you guys sure are giving us a lot of sweets today." Harry said

"Well it's your birthday. Unless you'd rather us take the cake back?" Emma said in a playful tone

"Hey, I was just pointing out a fact, I never said I was complaining."

After the ice cream cake, they opened the presents from everybody. Hermione got him a book all about Quidditch, which he loved. Dan and Emma's presents were the clothes they bought him earlier, and he was not about to start complaining that he got clothes for a present. Neville got him a special kind of plant that when exposed to moonlight, started to glow. After opening his presents, it was late, and everyone was tired. They went up to bed, but when Harry walked into his room, there was a strange creature sitting on top of his blanket.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, wondering why it was in his room

The creature was short, only about three feet tall. It had elf-like ears, and a long, pointed nose. Then there were the eyes. They were the size of tennis balls, and bright green. The only thing that it was wearing was what looked like an old, battered pillowcase that had the arm and neck holes cut out. It had to be, without a doubt, the strangest creature that Harry had ever seen. He watched as it got off of his bed and bowed so low, his nose touched the floor.

"I is Dobby, sir. I is here to deliver a message to the great Harry Potter!"

"What kind of message?"

"Dobby cannot say. He is bound by his family to never reveal their secrets. Dobby should not even be here, he will have to close his fingers in the oven when he gets home, for sure."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to cause you any unnecessary pain."

At this, Dobby started to wail. "I have heard stories of your greatness, Harry Potter, but not of your goodness."

"Maybe you should sit down?"

This just made Dobby wail even more. Harry was starting to get worried now. What were Dan and Emma thinking he was doing in here? A moment later, Hermione came into the room.

"Harry, are you okay? I heard- oh, hello."

She saw the Dobby sitting on the floor, wiping his nose on the rag that he was wearing.

"Dobby, I understand that you can't tell me exactly what it is, but what are you warning me to do?"

"Is not what you are to do, is what you shouldn't. Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. His life will be in grave peril! A great danger will be released against the muggle-borns in the castle."

"But I have to go back! I can't just miss a year of Hogwarts!"

"But you must! Harry Potter will be in danger if he goes back! He must stay here with his Grangey and stay safe."

"My Grangey?"

Dobby just pointed at Hermione. Harry understood that Dobby did not know how to say Hermione's last name correctly, so he said it a bit weirdly.

"Dobby, I appreciate the fact that you are trying to help me, but I have to go back to Hogwarts this year."

"Oh, Dobby is going to have to gives himself extra punishments for sure." Dobby muttered

"No, Dobby, don't hurt yourself."

"If Harry Potter will not listen, I will make sure that he does not go back to Hogwarts. Is for his own good!"

With that, the elf vanished into thin air, leaving two very confused twelve year olds behind.