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Wicked Reinvention

Chapter 1

By: Mave and Raven

Harry Potter was having the worst summer ever. It was three weeks into the summer holidays and still no letters from the Order, Ron, or Hermione; or anyone for that matter. They'd promise to have him out of the Dursley's care as soon as possible, but as far as Harry could tell, that wasn't happening. Harry hadn't even had a single letter from Ron or Hermione all summer, it was turning out to be just like the summer before his second year. He was hoping that they would come and get him before his birthday like they had done last year.

The Weasley's had gotten Harry the day before his sixteenth birthday, and they had planned a surprise birthday party for Harry, it was the first proper birthday he had ever had. For Harry it was a wonder; cake, presents, and a long Quidditch game, for which of course his, Harry's, team won.

But now it was once again almost his birthday and he still hadn't heard from anyone. The Dursley's had locked Harry in his room the moment he stepped into number 4 Privet Drive. Harry hadn't been allowed to roam the streets as he was before. So, being stuck in his room, he had already finished all his homework including a nasty essay for Snape on truth potions. An unfortunate surprised for Harry, he got an Outstanding in Potions on his O.W.L.'s and was now taking Advanced Potions in preparation for his N.E.W.T.'s. Harry was still studying Occlumency, to keep Voldermort out of his head and his dreams. Snape, although very reluctantly, agreed to resume teaching Harry Occlumency. Snape and Dumbledore were tutoring Harry. Thankfully for Harry he had mastered it in his sixth year, and would only be tested by Dumbledore a few times over the course of the next school year to see if Harry still had it down. Harry hadn't had one dream about Voldermort's doings...yet. His scar would twinge once in a while, showing that Voldermort was still out there and killing. Voldermort was getting stronger and collecting more and more Death Eaters to his cause. But Harry's sixth year was quiet for the most part. There was no big show down between Voldermort and Harry, and Harry was worried. He had heard the Prophecy. Only one of them would survive and Harry had a feeling that this year, his last year at Hogwarts would be the final showdown between them. Harry had been training all sixth year for the battle that would inevitably come; after all it was his destiny.

Harry was lying on his, looking up at the darken sky outside his window. The Dursley's had all gone out to dinner, leaving Harry alone, locked in his bedroom. He couldn't wait for the day he turned seventeen, for he could do magic outside of the school. Harry could see himself if the Dursley's tried to lock him up; he would un-lock his door, grab his Firebolt and fly right out of Little Winging. Harry thought the Dursley's might have known this because they were especially antsy around Harry now that it was getting close to his birthday. Harry having nothing to do, opened his window and stared out at the night sky, hoping he would see an owl telling him the Weasley's were coming to pick him up and day now. But he saw no owls, nothing but starts, the moon, and clouds. Harry turned away from he window and lay back down on his bed, staring at the walls. Suddenly he heard a noise outside, and a loud thumping noise. Harry slowly got up and looked outside. He didn't' see anything. He listened very closely. Soon her heard the door opening and someone yelling "Ouch." Then everything was silent again. He heard a pare of feet climbing up the stairs, and t wasn't the Dursley's. Harry quickly dropped down to the ground and wrenched the floor bored and pulled out his want. He drew himself into a corner, and he heard his door unlocking. Harry got himself ready to do magic if it was needed, even an underage wizard could use magic to defend himself, or at least he hoped. The door swung open and a woman feel through the door.

"Ow," she said. "Damn door."

"Harry," said a nameless voice, a voice that was oddly family to him. "Are you there?"

"It's Tonks and Kingsley," said the female voice.

Harry crept out of his hiding place. "You guys scared me. I thought you were some kind of intruder or something."

"I told you we should have sent an owl," said Kingsley.

"Oh, shut up," said Tonks.

"What are you guys doing here?" Questioned Harry.

"We're here to rescue you, and take you to the Weasley's. And we couldn't owl you. Dumbledore made it so owls couldn't get through," said Tonks, turning around to face Kingsley. She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled out her wand once more. She started muttering things and all of Harry s stuff started flying into his trunk. All the while Harry was still just standing there.

"Umm, so Dumbledore made it so the Owl's couldn't get through, why?" Asked Harry.

"Because, Dumbledore doesn't want anyone finding out where you are. He has a feeling that Voldermort is going to strike sometime soon, making you his first target," answered Kingsley.

"Yah," said Tonks, "We got two Owls' today. One from Dumbledore and one from Ron, bother telling us to come and get you and take you to the Wesley's and here we are." Tonks finished up magicing Harry's thins into his trunk.

"Now we're taking a Portkey to the Burrow," said Kingsley. "Harry; make sure you have everything."

Harry grabbed Hedwig and checked under the floor bored and anywhere else that he might have left something. Tonks pulled out an old newspaper and they all grabbed onto it. Soon Harry felt the all too familiar pull of his navel as he went spinning off. He landed hard on the ground in front of the Burrow. He was home at last.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny ran out to meet him.

"Good to see ya mate," said Ron.

Hermione flung herself on Harry, giving him a big hug, "So good to see you Harry. Sorry we couldn't owl you or come and get you before."

Ginny hugged Harry, "Great to se you again Potter," she said with an evil glint in her eye.

"It's great to see you all as well," said Harry, winking at Ginny. And they all trotted inside. Where Mrs. Weasley threw herself on Harry and engulfed him in a big hug.

"Harry dear! How are you? You must be starving!" She said. "Come have something to eat."

Harry and the rest of them followed her into the kitchen, where Charlie and Bill sat.

"Hull-o Harry," they said together. Mr. Weasley was nowhere in sight, and neither was the Twins. Percy, although not living at home anymore, was once again part of the family. After a huge misunderstanding two years ago, he came home and apologized for being a git. The relationship with his family has been shaky ever since. Percy is living with his girlfriend Penelope Clearwater, and from the last time Harry had gotten to talk to Ron, they were now engaged.

Harry was having a wonderful time at the Weasley's house. There was only a few weeks left till they returned to Hogwarts. Hermione was Headgirl, while unfortunately the fates decided to hate the trio: Draco Malfoy was Headboy. Hermione also announced that she was going to do a Potions thesis that year, Harry and Ron both thought she was crazy for spending any extra time with Snape. Hermione just brushed it off, and told them she was seriously considering becoming a Potion mistress.

The next day, Harry was awoken abruptly in the most peculiar way. He awoke to a loud rendition of "Harry Birthday to You" being sung by: Hermione, Ron and Ginny and the twins. Once they were done they had a bit of fun by hitting Harry with a few pillows. Harry laughed at it, despite the fact that he was till half-asleep. It was after all his seventeenth birthday. Harry then focused his attention on the twins, they explained without question that they had come earlier this morning to see Harry and the rest of the family.

Harry dragged himself out of bed and followed the group downstairs for breakfast. Upon entering the living room, his nose was rewarded by the heavenly scent of home made French toast and waffles, one of the many wondrous aspects of Mrs. Weasley's home cooking, coming form the kitchen. Harry, entered the kitchen and Mrs. Weasley ushered him to the nearest chair, and then put in front of him a mountain full of French toast and waffles. Needless to say, the morning was more relaxed then his sixteenth, minus the surprise, but Harry enjoyed it just as much. He spent his seventeenth birthday with people whom he loved and whom loved him in return.

At the end of the day, Harry received his birthday presents. He received a new green sweater and matching socks from Mrs. Weasley, who informed him that he would make great, wear of it during the winter. Fred and George of course gave him a gift basket full of many new products that they hadn't even released in their store yet. This was something, which received a raised eyebrow from each Weasley parent. Charlie gave Harry a book on the history of Quidditch. Bill, who had recently gone to France with is girlfriend of a few years, Fleur Delacour, had bought Harry a whole box full of different kinds of French candies. Hermione, how had taken up knitting in their fifth year to make hats and socks for the house elves, had knit Harry two pairs of mittens, one scarf, three very think pairs of socks, and a beanie. He looked over at her in amazement that she had made so many things for him.

She shrugged and said, "You were complaining last winter about how cold you constantly where when you played Quidditch in the snow." Harry smiled at her for remembering something as small as that, it was so like her. He appreciated the gift very much.

He opened up Ginny's present next, and was happily surprised to open a book titled 101 Defense Against the Dark Arts Secrets and Spells You Never Knew.

He had been saving Ron's present for last and now it was time to open it. He tore through the wrapping and found a very thick book, he saw on the binding it was titled Playbook. He opened up the book to find blank pages and then the back he found a sketch or two. The sketches looked to be Quidditch plays. Much like the Marauders Map the play showed a Quidditch field and the positions of the players were labeled. Upon touching the middle of the page, the dots would fly according to how you wanted to play to be. Harry was very happy with the book but slightly confused as to why Ron chose this gift for him.

He looked up at Ron, who gave him a devious grin and then said, "I figured you would be needing it this year...after all a Quidditch Captain has to keep track of this plays some how."

Harry eye's bulged out of his head and said, "I...I'm captain?!" Ron and everyone else nodded.

Ginny piped up, "Angelina owled us today and told us the good news. Congratulations Harry!" Harry was in absolute wonder; it truly was a great birthday.

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The summer was coming to a quick end and at the beginning of it, Harry Potter would have welcomed the end of summer with open arms. Now having spent three weeks at the Weasley's, he felt the end of summer could wait.

He was playing an aggressive game of Quidditch with Ron, the twins, and Ginny. Hermione, how they made the failed attempt to get involved in the game, sat quietly under a tree indulge in a book as always.

It felt as if it had been a perfect day, but this perfect day would not end so perfectly. An unfamiliar owl flew overhead and began to swoop in the direction of the Burrow. Ron, who had become distracted in watching the owl, had just allowed Fred to score ten points with the Quaffle. He swore quietly, and continued play for a few minutes. Then their game was brought to an abrupt halt, by the voice of Mrs. Weasley calling them all in for dinner.

They all swiftly landed and picked up their few hoops and balls they where using as 'Quidditch equipment'. Hermione collected her books and they all began walking towards the Burrow. They all expected to be welcomed by an old table overflowing with food, with mismatched chairs and a scolding Mrs. Weasley telling them to wash up before eating.

What they expected was not exactly what they received. The old table overflowing with food and mismatched chairs was in existence. Yet, Mrs. Weasley's scolding finger was not, it had disappeared along wit the smirk on her face and the glint in her eyes. Her voice didn't have the slight perk as usual. Everyone noticed this, yet didn't say anything.

They all gave curious looks though when she said, "Harry, please come with me."

Harry raised an eyebrow slightly, but quietly followed Mrs. Weasley into the cramped living room. He already felt nervous, something had to be wrong.

Mrs. Weasley held up a piece of parchment that had a broken seal; that Harry recognized at once as the letter the strange owl had been carrying. He looked at it incredulously, but took it from Mrs. Weasley's hand and opened it up.

Dear Harry,

I have discovered some of Sirius's old things the other day while I was going through my attic. I kept many of his things here after he had been convicted. Before he died, he told me that he had a few things that one day he would leave to you, as they were your to being with. I believe I have found this inheritance. If you wish before you leave for school in a few days, you may drop by and visit and pick up these possessions. I hope you're doing well. Write soon.

Remus

Harry's hands were shaking slightly as they held the letter He shut his eyes briefly and took a shallow breath. It had only been two years since Sirius had died. Even now it still hurt. It was permanent damage that could never be fixed. It was a slight clamp on his heard at the mention of his newly discovered inheritance. Just another reminder that his godfather was no longer in this world anymore.

Harry looked up at Mrs. Weasley's face; she gave him a sympathetic look and tried to give him a worm smile while she patted his arm gently. Harry knew he had to go and see Remus, he had to do this. He had always been with very little information on his parents. All he had were photographs and a few old stories as to what they were like. Sirius held onto this legacy for him, knowing one day he would want to know more, that he would need to know more. Harry knew he had to leave soon to go and see Remus. Mrs. Weasley had already started to leave the room, he followed her into the Kitchen, There, Hermione and Ron were taking a drink of water, a relief from he summer heat and their vigorous Quidditch match (in Ron's case). They stopped and looked up at Harry as he stood in the Doorway.

"We're going to see Remus," he said, and thus the decision was made.