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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 slowly opened his eyes and quickly shut them due to the amount of sunlight that was shining through his bedroom window. After several moments of squinting, Harry finally decided to put on his glasses and see about sneaking downstairs and getting a quick breakfast. Almost as if reading Harry's mind, Dobby popped into the room and floated the plate that was hovering above his head onto Harry's bed and began tidying up around the room.
Harry finished his breakfast and began looking around his room for a book to read while he bathed. After selecting a book, Harry headed inside his trunk to a small bathroom that Dobby had made, and began an hour-long bath to fix a small headache that was beginning to form. After his bath, Harry sat on his bed and finished reading the chapter that he had reread for the entire hour he was in the tub, "Giants Blood - Uses to increase your abilities." Once again ideas began forming in Harry's head before he remembered that Hagrid had promised Harry that if he ever needed anything he would help. Harry jumped off his bed grabbed a piece of parchment, quill and some ink and began writing.
Hagrid,
Hello. Sorry I haven't gotten a chance to write back. I want to thank you for the letter and all the presents you have gotten me throughout the years, I have been selfish and never properly thanked you. However, this letter isn't about regrets in my past. Instead this letter is about the future and hopefully a future I can live to see. I can't say too much but was hoping to ask a favor. I was reading a book called "Giant Truths, Fact or Muggle Fiction?" and there was a chapter in the book that forced me to remember the attack the Ministry led on your house. Stunners were bouncing off you left and right due to immunities on your mother's side of your family. There is a darker book that I came by, don't ask I will tell you later, that talked about blood transfusions and how to gain every advantage to it. However, nobody has ever gotten a giant or even a half-giant to willingly give blood. I am asking you to think about it and get back to me with your response. If you agree call Dobby, he's a house elf that works for me, oh and Hagrid... if you didn't tell Dumbledore, that would be very helpful.
Your friend,
Harry
After finishing his letter Harry tied the letter to Hedwig, who had returned sometime during the night, and reopened the book once again. Moments later an owl began tapping on his window, Harry closed his book and opened the window to let the owl in. After giving the owl some water, it flew out the window and Harry opened the letter:
Harry,
I am at a loss of thought as to why the wards failed for the past two days but during the night the wards flared so much that I couldn't apparate in to check in on you. The wards are still flared and I am still trying to figure out why. However, the wards are slowly fading back to their normal states and the order will be able to pick you up at the end of August to bring you to the headquarters. Also, Ms. Granger has mailed me to send you some D.A.D.A. books and unfortunately Fawkes can not pop in and drop them off to you at this time. I hope to see you as soon as you arrive and have a short chat with you.
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
After rereading the letter, Harry tossed it aside and decided to write Hermione and Ron.
Hermione,
Thank you for sending the letter to Professor Dumbledore, however, I had already sent Hedwig to Diagon Alley for some. I haven't sent you a letter in a while to tell you how I am, I am dealing with the passing as well as I can. The reason I am sending this letter is to tell you to read up and prepare as much as you can for the next year. I KNOW! I realized something, Voldemort won't stop trying to kill me and if you are going to be around me you will most likely a target and I want you safe. I have to write Ron so I will see you if you will be at Snuffles place.
Harry.
Ron,
I have already written Hermione and I will tell you the same thing. You need to be training as much as you can. By the time school starts you should be able to do more then any student in our year and up. I KNOW! But since Voldemort doesn't take a holiday I think that we shouldn't either until he is defeated. I hope to see you at the end of August at Padfoots place.
Harry.
After setting the letters on his nightstand, Harry slowly climbed into his trunk for his daily training. Hours later an exhausted Harry climbed out of his trunk, collapsed in his bed, and was out by the time Dobby had pulled the covers over him. Harry's dream's were as pleasant as could be for a fifteen year old boy who had fought against the Dark Lord of the time five times and survived, watched a friend of his being killed, and watching his godfather being killed just over a month ago.
The following morning Harry awoke early and headed into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower Harry headed back to his room and noticed a note taped on his door:
BOY!
Do these chores by the time we return from picking up Marge. And no lip from you when we get back.
Rake backyard
Weed Garden
Trim Hedges
Mop Floors
Clean Dudley's Bedroom
Clean Spare bedroom
Wash Dudley's Clothes
Sweep Driveway
Vernon
Harry reread the note over again, he couldn't believe all the chores that they had left him but what he couldn't believe even more was that they expected him to be civil with Aunt Marge on top of everything that was going on. Harry ripped the note off the door and ran into his bedroom calling for Dobby. Dobby appeared in the room and set a bottle on the nightstand that contained a dark red liquid with a slight black tint in it before answering Harry, "Master Harry called Dobby?" Harry glanced at the bottle before returning to Dobby, "Yes Dobby. I hate to do this to you but I need these chores done and when you are done with that will you help me pack? We are going to Godric's Hollow tonight." Dobby took the letter from Harry and popped away.
Harry began packing up everything inside his room. First he started collecting all his clothes then moved on to his books and parchments. Hours later Dobby had returned and helped Harry pack up the rest of Harry's things just as the Dursleys returned home. Harry heard the front door slam and Aunt Marge's voice echoing up the hallway about some pup's bitch of a mother. Moments later Uncle Vernon's voice yelled up the stairs for Harry to get down there and grab Aunt Marge's bags.
Harry slowly walked down the stairs to see 4 enormously large bags sitting on the bottom of the steps. Dobby appeared at the bottom of the steps and made the bags lighter. Harry grinned as he grabbed the bags and quickly dashed up the stairs and set the bags in the spare room. Dobby popped in and made the bags heavy again, so Harry picked them up one at a time and dropped them extra hard on the floor for effect. After walking into the kitchen Harry quickly grabbed a glass of juice and sat at the table trying to be ignored by the Dursleys and Aunt Marge for a few more hours until he made his escape.
Minutes seemed to drag on as Uncle Vernon repeatedly filled Aunt Marge's glass with strong scotch and they talked about pups Aunt Marge owned. Just minutes before Harry was ready to leave Aunt Marge finally noticed that Harry was sitting at the table and the conversation quickly turned bad. "Ah so the little s-shit has joined us has he?? I keep telling you Vernon you s-should hic just throw him out like the trash he is," Harry kept staring forward as Aunt Marge kept throwing comments at him. Unknown to the anyone sitting at the table Winky was under the table switching out Aunt Marge's drink for a strong sleeping draught that she had got from the castle before they left. Aunt Marge took a big gulp of her drink, slammed her glass down on the table shattering it before continuing, "your bitch of a mother should hic have just kept her legs clos-" Aunt Marge's head slammed into the table with a sickening thud. Uncle Vernon turned to Harry but Harry looked just as shocked as anyone sitting at the table. After a quick pulse check, Dudley and Uncle Vernon dragged Aunt Marge up to her room and let her sleep it off. Harry cleaned off the table and for a second he thought he could smell a sleeping draught but quickly decided that it was just him being nervous about leaving.
Uncle Vernon met Harry at the bottom of the staircase and quickly began threatening him, "boy if I find out you had anything to do with that I will severely beat you and you will feel pain like you have never before!" Harry just began smirking before replying, "Uncle Vernon I had to re-grow all the bones in my arm in one night I don't think there is anything you can do that will top that." How wrong Harry was, in one quick movement Uncle Vernon's hand grabbed the back of Harry's head and slammed it into the railing causing the railing to crack and large splinters of wood to break off. The next moment Uncle Vernon's large fist met with Harry's ribs causing several to crack and one to badly break. Harry coughed up some blood before Uncle Vernon's fist once again hit him in the stomach causing him to double over. Uncle Vernon raised his foot to kick Harry in the face but the blow never came. Winky flew out from under the table, tea cozy billowing behind her as she shrieked to Harry's side. Her power was radiating out of her as she threw Uncle Vernon into the wall opposite the stairs with her magic. Dobby popped in when he heard Winky's shriek and noticed Harry's beat up form laying on the bottom step. Winky quickly began checking Harry for internal bleeding and trying to get Harry to regain conciseness. Dobby quickly went on the attack levitating Uncle Vernon and slamming him into the walls on both sides of the hall before dropping him harshly on his backside causing the house to shake.
Aunt Petunia and Dudley quickly rushed downstairs to see a beat up Harry slowly standing and Uncle Vernon laying flat on his back bleeding badly from a cut above his right eye. Dudley clenched a fist and went to punch Harry but Harry ducked and grabbed a large piece of wood from the banister and drove it into Dudley's bicep. Aunt Petunia shrieked and rushed to Dudley's side, who was passing out, and tried to hold Dudley up but ended up pushing him down the stairs where he landed next to his father. Harry slowly walked up the stairs to his room and grabbed his overfilling trunk as Dobby prepared to pop them away. Winky grabbed Hedwig's cage and popped away. Harry looked around his room through a swollen shut eye and blood dripping over his one good eye before nodding to Dobby and disappearing.
Hours later Dumbledore sat in his office staring at a piece of parchment that recorded the levels of the wards at Privot drive. The wards showed high still and Albus was just about to turn in for the night when suddenly the wards dropped to nothing again. Concern flashed across Dumbledores face for a moment before he rose from his chair and went to the fireplace. After grabbing some floo powder Dumbledore called for Remus. A moment later Remus's head popped into the fire; "yes Albus is there something that I can help you with? I was just about to head to bed." Remus saw the concern on Albus' face and stopped speaking waiting to hear what was wrong. Dumbledore gave a weak smile before he replied, "as you know Remus the wards on Harry's house have been abnormally high lately, well they have just completely failed once again. I want you to go check it out and if there is an attack, which I doubt, get a hold of the order." Remus gave a quick nod before disappearing. Dumbledore began pacing his office waiting for a reply from Remus as to what is wrong.