* A/N: Hey, I don't own any of these characters, J.K. Rowling created them, the plot is mine and that's it.

Harry woke up to the sound of pounding on his door. Soon his Uncle's voice joined in, "GET UP YOU LAZY SLUG, WE'RE NOT GOING TO WAIT ANY LONGER, YOU INGRATEFUL BEAST!" Harry groaned and reached for his glasses that were resting on his nightstand. When his eyes finally focused he looked at the little clock on his desk, "7:00?" he muttered under his breath and got up just as Uncle Vernon fist shot through the door. CRACK! Harry jumped at the sound and realized that if he kept Uncle Vernon waiting any longer, he wouldn't just miss breakfast but he'd miss all his meals for the next few days. He stumbled to the door and jumped at the sight of a bulging, blood shot eye poking through the hole where his Uncle's fist had been. "GET DOWN THERE YOU ROTTING PILE OF RAT DROPPINGS!" Harry quickly apologized and added something incoherent under his breath. "WHAT?" Uncle Vernon screeched. "Uh-nothing, just clearing my throat" Harry said and scurried down the stairs.

After taking his seat at the table, Harry gazed down at the slice of apple and two grapes, sitting on a plate. Aunt Petunia must be having a good day he thought to himself. Dudley glared at him, Harry noticed he'd already eaten his food and was practically foaming at the mouth while staring at Harry's plate. Harry smiled and popped a grape in his mouth. After seeing this gesture, Aunt Petunia gasped and quickly took Harry's plate away from him and handed it to Dudley, who smiled and dug into the meager breakfast. Harry tried to look upset, but he couldn't hide the smile playing at his mouth. "GIMME MY MAIL, YOU LOW BREATH LIZARD GRINNING SCUM!" Harry heard his Uncle scream. "Mail's here!" Dudley gurgled in delight; it was hard to understand what he said, for somehow his tongue itself had begun to get fatter. Aunt Petunia was at a loss for the constant increase in Dudley's weight. Dudley was excited because every week he got a different magazine, Many of them, car magazines, he insisted that he was only interested in the cars, when he and Harry both knew Dudley ordered them because of the girls sitting on the hot rods. Uncle Vernon stomped into the kitchen and threw two very thick envelopes at Harry. Both were from Hogwarts, Harry's school of witchcraft and wizardry, one held his schedule and supply list, the other was unexpected and Harry couldn't wait to see what was in it. He excused himself from the table. Uncle Vernon just scoffed to himself as he flipped through a stack of envelopes. Judging by his expression, they were bills.

When he reached his room, Harry quickly ripped open the thicker envelope, and pulled out some parchment.

"Dear Harry, I hope this message finds you well. I trust your Summer Holidays are going well. I'm sending you this in regards to your position on the Quidditch team. As you know, many people are vying for the open spot as team captain. I'm hoping you apply for this position, it is an experience you'd never forget I believe you would really benefit from it. I've enclosed the necessary information and requirements for you, and some information for Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.

Best Regards, Professor Dumbledore"

Harry smiled and tucked the letter safely back into its envelope. Quickly Harry sent a letter to his best friend Ron Weasley.

"Dear Ron, Did you get you class list for the fall semester? Send a reply back with Hedwig!

Harry"

He tied the small piece of parchment to his snowy owl's leg. Then set to work writing a similar letter to his other best friend, Hermione Granger. He sat back in his chair and smiled. This is going to be a good year, He though to himself, I can already feel it!

Harry was sitting anxiously at his desk waiting for a reply from Ron when he felt it. A cold creeping feeling slithered up his spine, and Harry felt as though he was trembling as the feeling spread throughout his entire body, ending with his scar which suddenly felt as though it was on fire. Harry clutched his forehead and fell to the floor. He had experienced pain in his scar, but none this excruciating. It took everything he had to keep from screaming. And just like that, it was gone. He felt weak, and realized he was crying. He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. He shakily stood up, and looked at his reflection in a mirror hanging above his desk, he examined the pale faced boy looking back at him, his green eyes, now blood shot, were magnified by his thick glasses, and the area around his scar was red. Harry couldn't ignore the fear nagging at the back of his mind. What was that? He thought to himself. He had felt a similar feeling last year when he was preparing for his 4th year, and he ended up battling with the evil Lord Voldemort. It couldn't be him, could it? Harry felt sick, and he ran to the bathroom, when he finally returned to his room, He saw Hedwig sitting on her perch in the cage, and Harry saw the little note tied to her leg.

"Dear Harry, It's so good to hear from you. My Mother is insisting that you come stay with us for the final two weeks of the summer, I'm so excited for this coming year, 5th year will be exciting, although I'm not sure anything could top last year. Just think of all the opportunities we'll have to mess around with Malfoy! I got my schedule as well, but I think they made some mistakes. They have me taking 4 advanced placement classes, I wrote to Dumbledore telling him that I shouldn't even be considered for AP classes, but you know how the secretaries are. I'm looking forward to this next year in Gryffindor; it should be a blast!

Ron Weasly"

Harry smiled as he put the letter down, I feel a lot better now! He thought to himself, as he rifled through some parchment on his messy desk, looking for his letter to Hermione,

He finally gave up and set to work writing another one. He'd show the letter from Ron to his Aunt and Uncle later.

After finishing the letter, he sent it out with Hedwig and then grabbed Ron's letter and took it downstairs. "YOU WHAT?!?" Uncle Vernon screeched. He did whatever it took to make Harry miserable, he never said yes to him unless something good came to the Dudley family. "Look," Harry started to reason with him, "I don't want to hassle you in taking me and all my junk to the train station, and I would be gone two weeks earlier than you thought." Uncle Vernon turned purple, then red, then purple again, as though he were fighting with himself. "You can return to normal two weeks early," Harry added. "Alriiiiiight, tell thissss booooooy you'll seeee him mondaaaaay.!" Uncle Vernon forced the words out of his throat. He knew better then to mess with the Weaslys, after the year before, they visited his home and Dudley's tongue began to swell after eating some bewitched candy. Trying to act calm Harry stood, and politely thanked his Uncle, before heading upstairs again.

"Ron, Guess what? I can stay with you! Send me some of your floo powder so I can get there, as my Aunt and Uncle are still terrified of your family. Ha ha, I'll never forget the last time you came! I'm scared that they'll change their minds if you come.

Harry"