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Summary: Harry greaves over the loss at the end of Ootp, and decides Voldemort must pay. He gets help from Dobby, Winky and a few others and learns new spells, charms, and hidden abilities. Harry soon learns to change his pain into something that can fuel him.
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Harry now lay on his bed, having finished his shopping hours ago. Dobby was running around the room putting all Harry's new items away in Harry's trunk or sticking the items Harry wished to look at in the corner. Harry slowly rolled off his bed and began looking at all the potions, vials, books, weapons, and armor lying on the floor. Harry slowly picked up the dragonhide armor and began putting it on. Dobby rushed to Harry's side and began to size the armor. After several adjustments Harry 's new armor fit perfectly and he strode up to the mirror. "Well, don't we look like an auror.", the mirror said, Harry just grinned. Dobby brought over the potions and handed one of them to Harry. Harry uncorked it and took a small sniff, since it smelled better than the Polyjuice potion from Harry's second year he decided to drink it. After several seconds Harry began to feel something forcing itself out of him and with a quick flash of white illuminating everything in the room Harry felt normal. After a few minutes to calm down, Dobby handed Harry the next potion, and with one quick sniff Harry was ready to vomit. The smell was terrible, a combination of a Polyjuice and a Dreamless Sleep Potion. Harry plugged his nose and downed the potion, forcing himself not to vomit as he did so. Instantly the potion took effect, ripples ran wild across Harry's body, reshaping and greatly increasing the size and strength to each muscle. Dobby was forced to resize Harry's new armor several times before Harry's muscles found the shape that they wanted to stay at.
Moments later Harry was swinging his sword around the room while Dobby was once again rearranging the room for what must have been the tenth time in just a few minutes. Slowly Harry began to work the armor until it moved like a second skin and he was able to increase the speed and strength of his swings. Harry kept swinging the sword until his arms weren't able to hold the sword up any longer; finally he collapsed on his bed and began to read his book on animagus forms.
The following morning Harry woke up and was surprised to find that the book he was reading was on top of the pile of books he had bought and his glasses were on the nightstand. Dobby walked in the room as Harry put his glasses on and Harry asked, "Dobby did you take off my glasses last night?" Dobby quickly looked up at Harry and responded, "yes master, if Master don'ts want Dobby to do's that Dobby won'ts." Harry quickly shook his head, "No Dobby. I was saying Thank You. Dobby burst into tears and rushed to Harry and hugged his legs. Dobby quickly made Harry breakfast and Harry informed him of what his plans were for the rest of the day, shopping in.........Muggle London.
After lunch Harry slipped out of the Leaky Cauldron and began walking into central London. In fact this was the only time in Harry's life where he was truly alone, no uncle Vernon glaring at him, and most of all, NO ORDER MEMBERS FOLLOWING HIM! Harry practically skipped to the nearest department store, which happened to be WalMart. Upon entering Harry quickly grabbed a cart and headed for the muggle clothes. Hour's later Harry finally emerged with his selections and continued his shopping. Nearly five hours after Harry had entered he finally left. After hiding in an alley near the store Harry quickly shrank the bags and put them in his pockets. Harry walked around London window shopping before finally heading back to the Leaky Cauldron and packing up everything for the return to Privot Drive.
An Hour after Harry arrived in his room he turned to Dobby who grabbed Harry's hand and apparated them away with a soft pop. Hedwig immediately gave a hoot as the two appeared in Harry's bedroom, but as soon as Hedwig saw Harry she stopped. Harry strained his ears for any sounds in the house but the house was silent which meant that the Dursleys weren't home. Harry began unpacking after sending Dobby away; first he threw all of Dudley's "hand-me-downs" back into a compartment of his trunk to be burned later, and unpacked all of his new clothes. Hundreds of t-shirts, sweaters, and muscle shirts, mixed with hundreds of shorts, jeans, and boxers. After clothes Harry moved on to his books and then to placing his weapons around his room on the wall. Finally, Harry was pulling off the last of Dudley's "hand-me-downs" that he would ever have to wear in his life, and crawled into bed...bad idea.
Voldemort was bored, drumming his fingers on his throne wishing that he could make his plans speed up. After several moments he summoned Peter to his side. "Yes, master?" Voldemort despised the man but he had his uses...for now. "Wormtail, go get the recruit." Wormtail flinched slightly but ran from the room returning moments later. Wormtail and a man who hid his face with his robes entered the room. The man continued forward until he reached the stairs and kneeled, Wormtail quickly left again. Voldemort sneered at the man kneeling before him. "Mr. Weassley, sso nice to finally meet you...hmmmmmm sseemss I have another vissitor. I will call on you ssoon Potter!" With a shove Voldemort pushed Harry from his mind, but before Harry left he saw red hair under the cloaked mans hood.
Harry awoke screaming and quickly jumped out of bed searching for a piece of parchment and quill. After writing a quick letter to Dumbledore Harry began searching the night sky for Hedwig since she still hadn't returned from hunting. Had Harry paid attention he would have heard the door unlock, and had Harry been paying attention, Harry would have heard the grunt as the door was pushed all the way open. Unfortunately for Harry all he heard was someone saying "boy" and turning around to see a fist the size of a ham inches from his face. The fist connected with Harry's nose with a sickening crunch and forced the back of Harry's head into the window, causing the window to shatter and crack Harry's head open.
Dobby had picked that unfortunate moment to pop into Harry's bedroom to clean. Dobby saw the fist connect, Harry's nose break, the window shatter, Harry's head break open, and Uncle Vernon speak, "teach you to speak in my house." Dobby quickly burst into tears and began to rush to Harry's side. However Uncle Vernon wasn't going to let that happen and kicked Dobby hard in the ribs sending Dobby flying into the wall and falling to the floor in a heap. Had Vernon never kicked Dobby, and had Vernon never spoke he would have heard more glass break and noticed the form behind him.
Authors Note: I had this chapter almost finished but needed to reformat my computer due to a virus it had. I accidentaly forgot to backup the chapter. Sorry for such a delay. I am currently writting the next chapter and should have it out in two weeks. However, I am bribed easily and could have it out sooner. Wink, Wink.. CLICK ON MY NAME, AND JOIN MY YAHOO GROUP