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From Chapter 1:

Then a growing whisper, with the words "BOY"…"freaks…" "care…" "Voldiewart…" "kill…" "alone…" wakes Harry up.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" screamed Harry, as he awoke from his nightmare panting.

"Sirius, the Weasley's, Remus, they can't all die. I have to do something," whispered Harry as he tried to get a bearing on whether or not it was a vision or just a nightmare.

What am I going to do? I can't let all these people die, and the death of Sirius still hurts so much. I truly am as pathetic as my uncle thinks of me. I remember his words so clearly "pathetic brat," "wasteful child." Why did Uncle Vernon's voice wake me up from the nightmare? All the torture that I've gone through should have at least prolonged the nightmare for about several years? It seemed as if the words meant something. What was it he said earlier? "BOY… don't let those freaks come near us… I don't care about that VOLDIEWART… whoever he is, kill him if you have to but get those freaks away from us… and we'll be sure to leave you alone." That's what he said; I was too surprised at that time to barely think, let along listen to my Uncle's droning. Why did it wake me up, I mean it was just their usual drabble about risking my life so I can stay out of their existence. "Leave you alone…" wait was that a promise made by Uncle Vernon?

No, the world must be ending, I can't believe it, I'm going to take advice from my uncle, my relatives who hate me for just being me and I'm going to use their advice. Funny, I've probably never listened to Uncle Vernon purposefully in my whole life and here I am about to listen to that pudgy toad of an uncle. Well he's right about one thing; I'm going to do everything to kill him. With or without the Order's help, it is my destiny and all this pain and grief has changed me for the better. I can't think of things in life as I used to for now that the World is truly on my shoulders, I now accept that I'm not a normal almost 16 wizard. Sure, I'll have fun laughing at Dudley, playing Quidditch, going on more adventures with Hermione and Ron, but I guess my main focus will be on one thing: destroying Voldemort and not letting anymore innocents die. It all starts now…

Finally, as Harry lay back down on his bed to ponder about what he might accomplish the following morning, across London, a mysterious sight could be seen. Like in Harry's dream the golden light that pierced through him lit up the night sky of England showering like fireworks across the heavens the full range of colors on the spectrum. The clouds cleared and the first insects with the morning dew started to initiate the heavy task of bringing about the chaotic yet relaxing summer, where many things could happen. And it seemed almost seemed to show that perhaps the years would get better, but Fate, so atypical, would see it as just the calm before the storm.

The Morning after…

As the sun peeks through the new blinds of Harry's room, Harry slowly stirs awake, comforted by the nonexistent usual shrill scream of his Aunt's voice to get up and make breakfast. Harry soon gains bearing of where he is and goes through his morning routine so that he can receive his so called "chores" of the day/week hopefully hoping that the list would not be a short novel as accustomed to the ways of the past. When he reaches the kitchen, he realizes that no one is awake yet and promptly begins making breakfast. Breakfast usually in the Dursley's house usually consists of tons of bangers as well as the bacon that is Dudley's favorite. Since Harry started working ever since he could stand on a stool and watch the bacon, Harry had learned the 12 ways to cook an egg, how to cook bacon and bangers to perfection, the essentials to making a breakfast, as well as how to feed an army as both his Uncle and cousin consumed just about the same amount. Harry could very well open his own restaurant as he was skilled in all the types of banquet meals as his Uncle had various esteemed colleagues of the Grunnings Company come over for dinner as well as even the rarest early supper and late breakfast meals. As Harry occupied his mind with these thoughts, he began preparing a small breakfast for himself, which he quickly finished soon after. As Harry was putting away his plate, his aunt and uncle walked into the room and promptly handed him a thin pamphlet.

"Boy, here are your chores for the week, which have been split into the days of the week. Now remember, listen to whatever your Aunt says and you can have the afternoon off. Oh and there's a special garden tournament occurring this weekend so be sure to spend any extra time. The grand prize that goes to the owner of the best looking garden is 1000 pounds and I've been waiting for this competition every 5 years. If you work hard enough, you can get some of it even. Now hurry up and get to work!" said Uncle Vernon as he started eating.

Harry walked up stairs flipping through the pamphlet muttering "at least it's not a book" to himself. Soon he laid the pamphlet on his desk and began reading.

TODAY

BREAKFAST

WORK ON THE GARDEN

-Be sure to prune, weed, plant, fertilize, water, and etc. the plants as there is a competition this weekend. There are gardening tools in the shed and while you're in there, if you build a nice fountain and water feeder for the birds by the weekend you will be rewarded.

Yeah, rewarded with more work, but I guess it'll take my mind off of certain things and God knows I need to work out and exercise.

LUNCH

Freakish things

-This includes all your abnormal things such as watching/listening to the news, writing on parchment, talking with birds, and any other freakish things. IF you wish to do any of this inside the house, then you must stay in your room at all times. IF you wish to go outside, then you need not bring any of your freakish stuff inside. There is a secluded park about half a kilometer down where the boys from St. Brutus usually go hang out at. You might as well find other freaks over there. AND REMEMBER, what goes on there STAYS there.

DINNER

-LIGHTS OUT AT 11:00. DUDLEY, YOUR AUNT, AND I NEED OUR BEAUTY SLEEP.

HAH! Yeah, you definitely need the sleep. I doubt that if you slept forever, you, Aunt Petunia, nor Dudley would even get remotely pretty. Man, am I that petty, that I have to stoop down to my relatives' level and insult them as much as they insult me? I've never really cared what they called me because I've gotten used to it so much. I mean it hurt when I was little because a child needs the love of a family. Yet, now, must I rebel so much against their wishes? They've finally given me some freedom and I still feel the unjustness of it all. I guess when you've never been given much, there's hardly anything to be grateful for, especially being grateful to the Dursley's I guess since they are going to leave me alone, I will try to listen to them and hopefully gain more of my freedom.

As Harry glanced at the rest of his chores throughout, he mentally noted that the schedules were extremely similar except that in addition to the meals and gardening, he had to wash the car, clean the house, organize the garage, and other minor things that could be done in addition to the gardening. Yet, the major project was the gardening as Uncle Vernon probably desperately wanted to show off the garden as well as the 1000 pounds. As Harry put on his exercise clothes that could also be used for gardening, he went downstairs and started on to survey the landscape while searching for the gardening tools.

Wow, the garden sure looks different in a year. I never really noticed that despite my querulous attitude towards gardening, I've done a spectacular job in landscaping the garden to fit with the house while making it truly stand out in the look-alike suburbs. I remember that when I first helped my aunt with the garden I remember noticing the labels with RHS on it and found out it stood for the Royal Horticultural Society. Whatever that meant I had no clue, but I certainly found it useful as I chose popular annuals, ferns, shrubs, and perennials. There were plenty to choose from but I stood towards the unique flowers of the Japanese Skimmia, Japanese Anemones, Rhodendrons, Dogwoods, and my personal favorite Lilies. I think Aunt Petunia suspected some ulterior motive for the Lilies, but she didn't mind as it turned out spectacular as the landscaper of the house left sufficient room for a beautiful garden and flower bed. I guess the flower bed just needs to be weeded, fertilized, and watered while the main difficulty of the garden will be the placement of the fountain along with the flowers that would decorate it. Oh well time to get to work I guess.

As Harry viewed the cinderblocks that were placed in a small hill along with the box that held the instructions for the fountain, Harry soon began to work first with the garden as the fountain would take more time. Harry soon decided that he would first read the instructions and dig the space for the foundation and lay down the foundation before lunch. Therefore the cement or base could finish and dry by the next day so that he could finish the actual fountain and connect the second water hose that the Dursley's bought. After working for several hours weeding, hauling, digging, and basically toiling gravely, Harry went inside to cook lunch after washing his face and hands. As Dudley drove home from his driving school with his Aunt, they soon remarked that Harry had done a job well done so far, yet they probably would not have admitted that to Harry…yet.

Harry soon finished making a hearty lunch for himself and as Aunt Petunia and Dudley were also dining with him, he was surprised that they didn't comment about how much food he was eating. In truth, his aunt was just thinking that Harry deserved some well needed nutrition as he had done a marvelous job so far on the garden, but she hardly knew how to convey encouragement to their normally estranged relative. Soon afterwards, Harry mentioned that he would go ahead and visit the park that was half a kilometer away and promptly excused himself from the table. Harry wondered who would be there as he changed into more carefree shorts and tee shirt and walked out the door. The weather was relatively nice for the first few days of summer as the heat had not escalated while there was a small breeze that kept Harry cool while he walked. Harry guessed that there was probably either an Order member watching him or would check up on him soon so he had no fears about the blood protection or Voldemort. It was his summer vacation and he was determined to make the most out of it. As he reached the park, the sight was extremely relaxing and captivating with it's simple but entertaining nature. There was a large field to the left of a small creek that had a bridge crossing over it, while to the right was a playground of sorts for smaller children. In the distance Harry was sure he could see the makings of a school, most likely St. Brutus's. Harry quietly sat down on the bench and relaxed at the tranquility of the scene. All of a sudden shouting could be heard as well as laughter and Harry turned his head toward a group of kids around his age kicking what seemed to be like a white and black colored quaffle on the ground. Harry heard the words "team," "training," and football and guessed that this was the sport that his roommate Dean had been fascinated with as Dean's favorite team was from West Ham. They came close enough to where Harry was sitting and three of the boys, most likely the leaders came over to talk to him.

"Hey look at that kid, he has the same trainers as I do, and they only came out a week ago, I like this kid," whispered a tall, wiry, thin, brown-haired boy to the other two.

"Do you want to ask him if he wants to join us in making a team?" questioned a medium build, stockier, dirty-blonde haired boy to the brown-haired boy.

"Sure, I'll go ask," asserted the assumed leader of the group who was black-haired and well taller than the other two, while still maintaining a look that did not resemble a tall flag pole as was common to lanky boys similar to Ron.

"Hey kid, what are you doing out here in this park?" said the dark-haired smooth complexioned boy who sat down next to Harry.

"I'm just getting away from my relatives and relaxing a bit," murmured Harry as he wasn't fond of meeting strangers, much less muggles who were his age. Harry sized up the three boys and figured they couldn't be more than a year older than him while the group that was lounging around the other bunch were more his age, which included two girls as well as two more guys.

"Well my friend here, Keith," said the leader, motioning towards the blond-haired boy, "was wondering if you wanted to join in a pick-up game of football with us as we were thinking of making a team.

"Yeah, from the looks of you, you should do quite well in being a midfielder with me and Ian as Alec is a striker," said Keith pointing to the leader named Alec, and the one with the same trainers as Harry named Ian.

Harry thinking that he really didn't have anything to lose and who wanted to learn more about football promptly agreed by saying "Sure, my name's Harry."

Keith and Ian whooped at this news and started dragging Harry towards the other group while Alec started laughing at the antics of his friends. A friendly game of football wasn't very unusual to the schoolboys as nothing harmful could come from it except maybe some scratches and bruises, yet Harry was confused as he barely knew these but still was able to play a game that probably required familiarity as Quidditch. As Harry pondered this, Keith, Ian, and Alec began by introducing the four other people of the team to Harry.

"Alright, these crazy friends of mine are Terrence, he's the keeper, and Benjamin, Ben for short who's the fastest kid on the team and has a lightning fast shot being the primary threat to the opponent's team," said Alec clearly the captain of the team.

"Yeah, right, blimey, Alec's the best kid in the country with his mad tricks on the field," interrupted Ben, while Alec merely dismissed it although there was a tiny bit of pink to his cheeks from being embarrassed.

"Hey you idiots, what about us," yelled the clearly angry girls who were conveniently left out of the introduction.

"Oh yeah, well this here is Keith's cousin, Karen, and her friend Olivia who are like our groupies or cheerleaders," said Alec clearly making fun of them. Harry could tell the resemblance to Keith as Karen was also blond and had the same height, while Olivia was dark-haired. Clearly they hung around Terrence and Ben a lot, and Harry wondered how 6 good looking guys, although in no way did he think they were attractive, and 2 strikingly beautiful girls could come and be friends with himself. Harry had to admit that out here in the muggle world there was a greater chance to fit in, so finding one popular person would surely lead to a group of popular people.

"Alright, well we usually start with running around the field several times to train, and if you can make it back here everyday around 1 or so, you can be on the team. We usually play one game a week with opposing teams. Usually it's all fun and games, except for well maybe this one team, their like our arch-rivals, and ever since Ben's cousin Ray went to Camford, short for Cambridge/Oxford, we've been a player short. So anyways, let's get this training started then, just follow me Harry," said Alec as he started jogging towards the bridge to cross over to the field.

Harry and the others followed his lead as well as the girls as the fact that they were athletic only increased their physical appeal as it was sure that the girls had the perfect physique for on at the height of 5'5 and the other at the height of 5'8. As they ran around the nearby field two or three times which was approximately three kilometers, they discussed various things such as explaining a bit more about themselves and the so called St. Brutus's was actually a used to be Catholic school for private students. Terrence, Ben, Karen, and Olivia had joined the group only two years earlier while Alec, Ian, Keith, and Ben's brother Ray were a year or older proving to have a tight-knit friendship in the midst of a sports team.

As Harry introduced himself as going to a boarding school, the others asked him about what it was like and Harry started to open up a bit more socially and even cracked a few jokes from the antics of Gred and Forge. From the descriptions that this team called Surrey United after the famous Manchester United team produced, it reminded Harry of the type of students that could be found at Hogwarts Alec seemed most like the typical Gryffindor Hero in the older, popular, handsome, intelligent, and prankster, while Keith sounded exactly like the best friend always into the fun and glory of life, while Ian was the quiet studious type and Ray a tagalong with his own unique abilities and insights. Yet Harry hoped that all the grief that he had seen and heard about the Marauders would not relate to the similar make-up of the football team as Harry had certain reservations about the arrogance of his father. Harry knew that he shouldn't believe what he had seen in Snape's pensieve as a total picture of his father, yet Harry wondered why Snape would keep it in there anyway. All in all, Harry was extremely glad to be a part of this team and found himself more at ease than at most points of his life.

As Alec began to organize the scrimmage that they were supposed to have, he also explained to Harry the rules of the game. They had a four-on-four scrimmage while Harry stood watching slowly learning the game, which was consequently a lot easier than Quidditch as it was void of the brooms. However, as Harry watched each player, football was similar to Quidditch in various ways and had its own ranges of skills. You had to be fast like Ben in shooting and dribbling like when a Chaser shoots, have fast hand-eye coordination if you were the keeper like Terrence similar how good Oliver was, good passing qualities like Keith and Ian showed like when Chasers passed, and the extraordinary ball control like Alec when he juggled, juked, and faked out all the others clearly like a feint or the seeker. Harry knew that he could fit in quite well as he had kept up with the jogging even though he was clearly more out of shape. He also inherited some Chaser skills as he found out in training Ron as keeper, which meant he would be suitable to be a midfielder. The girls were good at all positions and scored numerous goals on Terrence despite how good he was.

All in all, Harry quickly caught on and took Alec's spot so that Alec could referee and coach as he was the captain. Soon forgetting all of his worries, Harry played his heart out and turned out to be faster than some of them, had mediocre passing skills, and above average ball control for the beginner player. After having quite a large amount of fun, Harry waved goodbye to the Sir U, the nickname of the team, so that he could prepare dinner. Dinner was a quick affair for his aunt and uncle took no notice of the various grass stains and mud on Harry's clothes as they really didn't know what people of Harry's kind would do in their free time. Harry found himself exhausted from the gardening and training deciding to take a long and relaxing shower. As Harry stepped out of his shower, he was quick to make some mental notes.

Blimey, I look weird. I'm almost 16 and I'm not sure I can say much about my physical appearance. I'm abnormally skinny, yeah, but I have the potential to get a lot more muscle especially with my job with the fountain and the constant training of football. I mean I've always had these 6 clearly defined muscles on my abdomen whenever I flex while my arms and legs have been carefully toned due to chores and Quidditch. Since I never really ate much, all I had were muscles, skin, and bones, so I guess I need to eat more so that I can fill out more. I know that it most likely will take a long time for me to start calling myself fit, but I'm willing to wait forever so that I can fight Voldemort and not become exhausted. Dodging, dueling, and running take a lot of energy so I need to be prepared for that. Sleep is another thing, I mean Ron sleeps in almost everyday over the summer and he's well over six feet. I guess I should start eating more, exercising more, and sleeping more now that I've got my nightmares and dreams under control. I guess Occlumency doesn't really count as it is a form of mind magic, which I should be able to control once the Order has returned my letters. I think that I should concentrate on my physical well being for now, as how can my magic increase when my body can't handle it?

Harry changed into his pajamas and fell asleep early for the first time since he was a baby clearly hoping that his exhausted muscles could repair themselves in time for the next day, next year, and next conflict with Voldemort.