Disclaimer: Don't own it. Wish I did. The plot is mine, JKR owns the rest, AS YOU DAMN WELL KNOW!

The summer was hot and the air was dry. The people in Little whyning complained to everyone they saw, but did so in the shadows, doing a poor job of avoiding the heat. The pool had been closed after he first week, as to many people had entered, and when it was full forced their way in, destroying a large part of the place.
Between all these people, there was only one that was working. A poor dressed teen was working in the garden. His T-shirt had been trown aside a long time ago, but he had no sunblock on, so his skin was slowly burning.

Harry whiped the sweat of his forehead before continuing the heavy work of laying a new path from the backdoor to te back of the short garden, ignoring the pain in his back. Suddenly he got the feeling someone was staring at him. As he knew his family was inside, he looked up, but saw noone.

"Hi." He said, not looking up again, but knowing that it was probably an order member watching him. A woman he had never seen before stepped forward.

"Wotcher Harry." She said. The only one who ever used those words to greet him was Tonks, though she looked different. But then again, she was a metamophagus.

"Tonks!"

"Yep. What are you doing?"

"Just fixing this stupid path. Another idea of aunt Petunia."

"Oh, but why now? I mean, couldn't it wait until it's cooler."

"I don't care. It keeps me busy."

"Don't you have other things to keep busy?"

"This keeps my mind of...You know."

"What? Oh Sirius! Yeah, I guess." She never was the most tactful.

"So the old man is still keeping an eye on me?"

"Harry! You could adres him with more respect! But yeah, he is."

"I won't adres someone with respect when I am stil upset with how he's treated me. He keeps forgetting that I am no child."

"But you are stil a child!"

"I never got the chance to be a child. I never got a chance to live, that's why I need to train."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Forget it. Listen, can you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Can you help me think of a training for this summer to stand a better chance when I meet Him again? You know, something I can use without using magic?"

"May I ask why?"

"I can't stand doing nothing like this, when I know He's gaining strength every day. Next time I want to be prepared."

"Don't you think you're a bit young to think like that? You're not an auror ar anything so..."

"I am not an auror, true, but the chance of me meeting Him again in the coming year is bigger than the chance of your average auror, if you see my history. Since I came to Hogwards I have had only one year that I didn't meet him, but then you all thought I killer was after me, while Pettigrew was around. He returned to his master and began preparing his resurrection. Now that he's stronger, I don't think his attempts to kill me are going to stop. While at that, I might awell hurt him next time, and reverse the rolls."

"I still think you should wait untill you finished school. You are so pessimistic."

"No Tonks, it's called realistic."

"Harry..."

"No! Listen, am am not going to wait around, weather you help me or not."

Before Tonks got the chance to replie, Harry turned around and walked inside.

"Boy!" Vernon roared as Harry stepped inside.

"You are not finished yet, and you are bringing the dirt inside!" Already annoyed, he replied: "I've done enough for the day. Now I am going to clean myself up, and then write a letter to those nice people you met at she station. I'll see you later." Vernon was about to say something, but shut up at the thought of the threat in his mind.

Harry stood in the shower, gritting his teeth as the water hit his burnt back. It hurt a lot, but he knew no other way to get clean.

A surge of pain shot through his scar, and Harry cursed. He ran to his room, quickly Putting on some clothes and looked through the window. The sight was not pretty.

A swarm of Deatheaters slowlly marched towards the house. Panicked, Harry got his invisibility cloack from under the bed and but it on, srank his parents photoalbum and put it in his pocket.

He then ran downstairs and cast a soft: "Alohomora." on the lock of the cubbort-under-the-stairs, where his other belongings were. He srank his trunk to, and put it with to album. He sweared when he was reminded that his broom was still absent, and he couldn't possibly face the deatheaters all at once.

Doing something he had never done before, he ducked into his old room, closed the door behind him and hid, happy that his cloack would hide him if someone checked. The pain in his scar became unbarable, as shouts came from the living room.

"Boy! What are you doing? Stop making such noise!" It was immediately followed by a laud blast, and the shouts turned into scared whynings.

"Find him!" A high pitched voice yelled, which Harry identified as the one of Voldemort. Some ran up the stairs, others pread downstairs. The cubbord was opened, where Harry saw Sape looking, but he did not dare move. Obviosly the man did not see him throug the cloack, but Harry would recognise those eyes anywhere. Then, a laugh sounded through the house.

"Listen to this!" An unfamiliar voice called.

"Dear mr. Potter. Two srinking spelles and one lock opening spell have been used between three thirty and four a clock today. This was both in violation with law 467 of underage magic, and law 729, of secrecy from muggles. As you have been warned before, you will have to come to trial coming wednesday, where your punishment shall be determined!"

Many deatheaters were now also laughing.

"Quiet!" Voldemort cut them of. This means he learned of our coming here and cannot be far. "But master, we have not found any signs of anything magical in this house!" The voice of Peter Pettingrew softly said.

"Idiot! Ofcource not, he srank them, Wormtail." Another said. The screams and whimpers from Harry's family were still continuing non- stop, until apperantly someone became annoyed with them.

"Avada Kadavra. Avada Kadavra. Avada kadavra." They were casted in a rapid pace, followed by a boom that sounded like thunder.

"Fool!" Voldemort screemed. "She was carrieing the wards! now they'll know whe are here!"

Loud cracks of people disapperating sounded, but not before a curse that Harry could not make out was cast. The walls of the house started shaking, and slowly the house collapsed around him.

A/N So, short, I guess, but I wrote this at midnight, so don't complain. I actually posted this story, wich is more than you can say about all my other ones. (They are just to lame, and I won't continue them for quite a while.) I am planning to continue this onethough, but how soon will depend on the reviews I get, so you, as a reader, decide.