PLEASE NOTE: This story takes place after The Fourth book J.K Rowling's collection Harry Potter. My story is entitled Harry's Potter And The Heir of Evil. I have no clue what-so-ever as to what Ms. Rowling plans to do with the actual story line, but this is my little spot. If you don't like it, go away. The beginning of this story began July of 2000, and I have tried my best not to read anything entitled "Spoilers/ or Rumours". Also, I'd like to address the fact that in order in understand the plot of this fan fic, that I wrote it under the assumption that Tom Riddle attended Hogwarts at the same time as the Marauder's although Tom was OLDER THAN THEM.... This story is complete fiction. It was written by me, to fufill my odd, baka-fan girl ideas. None of it is real. If you have legal issues with me, please just go see the disclaimer located on Fictional Character Add-ons Biography page, or on The Enter page of the story's site. ().

-CHAPTER ONE-

A Normal Summer . . . For Once

Considering all Harry Potter had been through in his young life, he had always done quite well. Dealing with the difficulties of being a fifteen year old was work enough as it was. But ever since Harry had been a little boy, he had always coped well.  (For living with his mean and terribly greedy Cousin Dudley, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. For never getting any thing of his own..)

Until the fateful day came when he had received his letter. HIS letter, telling of HIS acceptance in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

That had been, five long but truly fun years ago.....

Harry was a wizard you see, and not just any old ordinary wizard. He was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. His parents had been murdered in cold blood by the most powerful Dark Wizard ever, Lord Voldemort. Harry's mother had sacrificed herself for him, which was a power stronger than any magic. It was love. The love of his mother was so strong, that when Voldemort attacked Harry, the spell rebounded and hit the Dark Wizard instead.

Since then, Harry had lived with his horrible relatives, The Dursleys who hated everything and anything that had to do with magic. They had even locked Harry in his room and barricaded his windows one time, to keep him from returning to Hogwarts.

It had been a surprisingly enjoyable summer for Harry. The Dursley's were pretty much...petrified to even look at Harry.

Afraid that at any minute the "thing" that had killed Lilly and James Potter would burst in and kill them all. To be murdered was thing for the Dursleys, but to be murdered in any way out of the norm was, unacceptable to say the least. Nearly two month before, Lord Voldemort had returned to power in front of Harry's very own eyes. Cedric Diggory, who had been with him at the time was killed, and Harry barely escaped with his life...

Of course Headmaster Dumbledore had sent a letter along with Harry explaining the situation in great detail, what exactly had happened during The TriWizard Cup Tournament. And that Harry would be safer at Number Four Privet Drive than anywhere else in the world. (Except Hogwarts, of course.)

But The Dursleys still acted as if Harry was the button to detonating an atomic bomb. Aunt Petunia brought all his meals to his closed door, as usual although lately she did not even dare to knock.

And so Harry had no need to leave his room, unless to go to the bathroom that is. He stood now, by the door listening carefully to the Dursleys with his ear pushed up against the door. His spoiled brat of a cousin, Dudley was complaining about not getting enough mashed potatoes. Which frankly, was not much of a surprise.

Taking one look at Aunt Petunia's overly cooked meal that sat on the bedside table, Harry walked over to his hidden stash of sweets which were all piled beside his birthday presents.

He'd recieved a large hand made cake smothered in pink icing by Hagrid. (Although Hagrid's homemade sweets never seemed to agree with Harry's stomach, so he put it aside.)

From His Godfather, Sirius he had received a book on Quidditch entitled Quidditch, for sport and for profession by Roberta Fillenich.

Along with that was a new kit for taking care of his FireBolt broom, complete with manual.

A piece of the cake Dobby sent from all the house-elfs of Hogwarts sat on its' tray. Along with the cake, Harry had received many other tasty treats that he had eaten over the summer. He could hear Hermoine now, complaining about the slavery of elves and how they deserved to be paid.......

A copy of Hogwarts, A history courtesy of Hermoine. (But Ron had mentioned in his last owl that he'd recieved one aswell, so it seemed she merely wanted them to actually read it...)

Of course, The Weasley family had sent loads and loads of baked goods, cards (even Ginny had made one for him)and different kinds of sweets. Harry was careful to not even do as much as touch those, mainly because his gut instincts told him they were from Fred and George who spent every waking minute enchanting sweets. It had been such a load, their poor old owl Erol had to rest for two weeks. Not that Harry's own owl, Hedgwig did not mind the company. She had become accustomed to Erol, especially as Harry could tell she did not care much for the Weasely's other family owl, Pigwidgeon. Harry had finally decided to let Erol stay and rest while he sent Hedgwig off with his reply to Ron.

Harry absently scratched the back of his neck and squinted, moving closer to the window, to read the letter he had received from Sirius.

Harry,

Hope all is well. As you know, I've been corresponding with Dumbledore. He's told me not to worry while you're at The Dursey's. But I still wish this summer would pass by quicker. Lupin says hello. By the time this reaches you, I expect you'll be leaving for your Ron's.

Have you been reading The Daily Prophet lately? There's a new writer, an intern it seems, to replace Rita Skeeter. Goes by the name of Maggie Moonshine. I'd watch what I say in public if I were you...Can't be too careful.

Well, must go...Send me an owl as soon as you arrive at The Weasley's.

                                                                                                      Sirius

Harry wrote his reply, then hastily folding it up, he attached it to the big brown owl that had come with the message.

The owl hooted once, then took off through the open window just as Hedgwig returned. She hooted at the other owl as it nearly ran her over. As much commotion as there might be, Harry was grateful the Dursleys were letting him keep up the wizarding method of communication. Not many Wizards knew about telephones or computers, unless they spent time with muggles. (Non-magic folk)

Harry grabbed the letter then watched as Hedgwig sailed happily around the room once then entered her cage. He looked at the chicken scratch writing, instinctively recognizing it as Ron's penmanship.

Hey Harry!

We'll be by round' One o'clock to pick you up. Make sure the fireplace isn't all weird this time...It's not much fun to be squished between George and Dad...

Anyways, Hermoine's here, she says hi. And asks if you could pick up some sugar-less 'gum'....What's gum? And if it's sugar-less why would someone want to eat it?

Like I told you, Percy's back. You'd think he's the Head of The Ministry of Magic the way he carries himself around!! And what's worse, he's back talking about cauldrons. Says he'll get something done about it....Well, see you soon!

                                                                                                       Ron

PS: Don't bother sending Hedgwig with a reply.

Harry organized his things, making sure all was still packed away for his trip to the Weasley's the next day....

All that was left were the things he had needed that night and the things he would need the next day.

Harry sighed heavily, then sat down at his desk. As he munched on cupcake from Dobby he let out another sigh. He picked up the letter he had recieved earlier in the week from Hogwarts. It was a list of the school supplies. Harry made a small metal note that once again, dress robes were among the requirements.

Harry, Ron, Hermoine, Fred, George and Ginny were all going shopping for school supplies in Diagon Alley in the next few days. Harry grazed his list of books he would need and smiled to himself as he saw The Monster Book of Monsters scrawled near the bottom of the page. It was indeed the same book he had used the year before for one of his favourite classes, Care of Magical Creatures.

Hagrid, who was now the Care of Magical Creatures teacher had been expelled from Hogwarts when he was young but Professor Dumbledore had let him stay and given him a job at Hogwarts; as the grounds keeper.

Before chuckling to himself,  Harry let out a small yawn and thought of the book he had received for his birthday last year from Hagrrid, it had nearly bit his whole hand off. Hagrid had forgotten to mention all Harry had to do was rub the spine of the book to calm it, which was entirely like Hagrid.

Harry grinned, then crawled into bed with happy thoughts of the school year to come.

Chapter Two:  Return to Diagon Alley