Chapter three

Disclaimer: how stupid do you have to be to not know what belongs to Rowling? Okay I will not repeat myself. deep breaths I shouldn't get worked up over nothing.

From habit he woke at dawn. Quietly Harry carried his trunk down the stairs; he left it outside and went back inside to get Hedwig. As he put Hedwig down next to his trunk, he realised that he needed muggle money to live. Harry sneaked back inside and went to the kitchen, he took a chair and stood on it at the fridge where he took the jar on the fridge and emptied the money into his pockets he counted it as it went in he had nearly 300 pounds to live on till school started. Harry took his broom on the way out and then with his belongings went to the bus stop, getting there just in time for the bus. As he stepped of the bus he felt a rush of adrenaline, he was doing something forbidden and no-one had tried to stop him. Harry walked into Grimmauld Place; it looked like no-one had been here since Sirius had left. He sighed and took his things to Sirius' room. He didn't want to be in his old room. That was where the Headmaster in the painting was and he didn't want Dumbledore knowing he'd left. As Harry walked into the room, tears fell as he smelt the smell of Sirius. Harry put his things near the plush leather chairs near the fire place and walked along the large book shelf towards Sirius' poster bed. Harry dumped himself on top of all the clothes scattered over the bed. He buried his nose in them smelling the scent. He let the tears fall, just this time.

At lunch Harry woke. He walked to the book shelf his hands guiding him as if they knew where to go when they stopped skimming the books he pulled it out. It was on the fidelius charm. He lit the fire and sat on one of the plush chairs and read.

He had become quite the bookworm over the summer, probably worse than Hermione. He also thought it was peculiar that he could remember more and felt like he could do the most advanced spells. He finished the book just before dusk. And right then Harry removed the fidelius charm and for a second anyone passing by could see it, but then the nest second it was gone, Harry renewed it but this time he was the secret keeper and no-one could find him, not even Dumbledore, sure he knew it was here, but he wouldn't be able to access the house. Harry's knowledge had become immaculate. He considered himself almost as good as Dumbledore. Harry ate the remainder of his cake for dinner before slumping back onto the bed; tomorrow he'd clean the house.

As dawn came, Harry awoke feeling fresh and with the feeling that he could do anything. He started the day by cleaning Sirius' room. He had discovered in the forth week of holidays that he could do magic wandlessly, but he hadn't done it often, in case he was caught and expelled. But now he didn't care, those few times he'd done it no letters had come and now he supposed wandless magic was undetectable. He used vanishing spells on all the dust and put all the clothes back in the cupboard. Then he went to the attic and vanished the dust that was there. He transfigured all the boxes into furniture and now it had become an amazing bedroom, complete with ensuite and observatory and broom landing.

Then he went back downstairs vanishing dust in other cupboards and rooms and transfiguring anything that needed transfiguring. Then he went to the other three floors and did the same. He lastly went down to the basement and cleaned the kitchen. By this time it was late afternoon. Harry decided to go to the corner shop to get food. He put on his jumper and pulled the hood over his head he took some of the money and went to the shop, a few hours later he came back and restocked the pantry and icebox. He cooked himself a good proper meal. Then he went upstairs to his room to look at the book Ron gave him. He looked at the book cover to cover. The pages were blank. For ages he sat there looking at the blank book before crying out "they all said read the book cover to cover." As he said this the book filled with ink and formed words and pictures. Well at least I can read it now Harry thought. He flipped through the pages it was filled with all sorts of things. Finally he came to a page about boxes and descendents which was what Dumbledore had said. The nest page was about the watch. He decided to read it tomorrow. As he closed the book he noticed the pages became blank he supposed 'cover to cover' was the password to make the ink appear. Slowly Harry got between the covers and instantly fell asleep.

AN – I don't really know where I'm going with this story, if someone had ideas to help me tell me. If there are mistakes help me. I'm not putting new characters in this story there will be a bit of romance between Harry and Cho but then it will become Harry and Ginny, because I don't really like Harry/Cho. And maybe Hermione/Draco coz I like that pairing. If you want to comment on this tell me. Also just to get this clear the house goes

Attic

Floor 4 – Sirius' bedroom on this floor

Floor 3

Floor 2

Floor 1- Mrs Black's painting and huge library

Basement – kitchen

If you have ideas as to what should be on the other floors feel free to say.

Otherwise. Ta ;)