Disclaimer :

Nothings mine

So please don't sue

Cos I got no dough

To give to you.

NB : plot's mine, though, plus any characters that don't appear in any of the HP books.

Summary :

Harry goes somewhere during the summer holidays after his forth year. He comes back a year later to teach D.A.D.A. (Defence Against the Dark Arts).

Authors note :

This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. I didn't want to do Harry's fifth year, since it's due to come out soom. So I decided to bypass the year and go straight to the sixth year.

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It looked just like any ordinary street. Nothing seemed out of place. There wasn't any activity, either.

Yet this wasn't an ordinary street. For there lived, in number 4, Privet Drive, a very special person. A boy, not yet fifteen, but not far off, lived there. His name : Harry Potter. He was no ordinary boy, for he could do magic.

He didn't feel special at this moment, however. Living with the magic-hating family, he only learnt that he was a wizard when he was 11, when the half-giant Hagrid came to take his to his new school : Hogwarts. All his friends were there, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville, and many others. He usually spent at least a part of the summer holidays at Ron's house. Yet, this year, Dumbledore told him that he was more protected at fis families house. This was why he was forced to do his homework in the middle of the night, when the rest of his family was asleep.

Sitting at a desk, using a small lamp for light, Harry was busily completing a potions homework (Comparaison of differest healing potions, pros and cons included), stopping to read a bit of the book that was next to him before writing again.

Every so often, he would look glance over to his bedside alarm clock. After all, it's not every day you turn fifteen. For some reason, Harry was even more exited this year compared to the other years. Ever since he had been to Hogwarts, his friends would send him marvelous and interesting gifts for his birthday. But this time, it was different, and he couldn't explain it in any way.

Finally putting down his quill and giving a contented sigh, he doudle cheched his essay, making sure that it was the best he could do. Snape, the potions master, hated Harry, and would do anything to take points off his essay. After he had checked it, however, he rolled it up and put it in the trunk at the foot of his bed, with the rest of his completed essays. Flopping down on his bed, he glanced over to his clock to see the time : 00:05 AM. He was fifteen. Finally. Hearing a tapping noise on the window, he got up and opened it. 7 owls entered. He recognized several of them straight away. Walking over to a snow white owl – his own, called Hedwig, and took the package and letter.

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday.

I hope this letter finds you on time, and that the muggles aren't treating you badly. I'm well, busily studying for the OWLs that we'll be having this year('What a surprise', Harry thought). Hope you are aswell. Hopefully, I'll get Ron to do the same.

Anyway, I was in Diagon Alley, and say this book screaming your name (not literally, of course). It should come in usefull.

Best regards, Hermione.

Opening the package, he found a book intitled "Curses and counter-curses you never knew existed". Herry was sure that he would find it useful, and couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts to be able to practice.

He opened the other letters from his friends, receiving : a green home-made jumper and a large fruit cake from Mrs Weasley, a book on Quidditch from Ron, some tricks and jokes from Fred and George, a book on magical creatures from Hagrid and a pair of fighting knives with foot-long blades from Sirius and Remus. From McGonagall, there was of course the list of books to be bought for the fifth year at Hogwarts. Thankfully, he hadn't been nominated at prefect ('Life would be so dull if I had to follow te rules', Harry thought to himself).

The last letter was from Dumbledore, explaining (again) why Harry would be safer if he stayed at the Dursleys instead of at the Burrow with the Weasley family, but said that he would be able to go over for the last week of the holidays. Harry was, to make an understatement, thrilled, the Weasleys being his favourite family.

Harry was about to close the window when he heard a popping noise behind him. He quickly turned around, hoping that whatever it was, it wasn't threatening.

A red and gold globe of light was floating in the middle of the room. The red and gold was always moving, like ripples in a pond, or leaves blown in the wind. Never a colour was dominant. It was truly a beautiful sight. Harry slowly approached it, as if drawn to it and unable to resist. He stretched his hand out and, slowly touched the globe. Light filled the room, a blinding, dazzling light. And when it receded, everything related to Harry, his presents, his school books, his clothes, everything, was gone …