Disclaimer: Anything and anyone you recognise as from the first 5 books is owned by the great J.K Rowling. I merely used her characters to write this story, because I am talent less. Thank you
2 months later – it was time to go back to Grimmauld place, they had virtually kept him under house arrest because they would not allow him to come out without a full guard, – it was becoming more obvious. He silently mulled over the last few weeks, the potion had brought out his Slytherin side, and now he knew why he had a Slytherin side – not through Voldemort as he had assumed but through his mother's grandfather. Yep, it was from Lord Grindelwald, it seems he was not much of a dark lord as a neutral lord, he wished to see most of the dark arts legalized as the only problem.
He had learned to apparate at will, silently and quickly followed by teleportation, which could be called sliding across the ground, it was for short distances of around 30 feet very useful in duels as he had seen between Dumbledore and Voldemort. He had also learned to dance – yes, dance, he had seen gymnasts on TV, they could dodge gracefully without looking to put too much effort into it. He had easily picked up on hexes, curses and shields – some of which only he could use as the power required was enormous. Sword fighting had been fun, the dancing lessons allowing him perfect balance gave him a perfect base and he could consider himself an average swordsman – especially since he had been training with uncle Vernon who had been a champion in his younger days. He had the best summer of his life and it was at privet drive of all places. He had found out why they had accepted him to protect and why they had treated him the way they had.
Flashback
He had walked downstairs to get something to eat; Dudley had just stepped out of the house when Harry was confronted by Vernon and Petunia," Sit down Boy, we need to talk" "about what uncle Vernon" "About why we accepted you, and why we hate magic" this peaked his interest and he found himself listening closely. He had been horrified to learn that Dudley had a twin sister who had died at 7 months – at the hands of Voldemort, she had the same eyes as him, and that was why they both loved him and resented him. The Dursleys had never hurt him physically but they accepted they had neglected him, because those eyes would stare back at them, haunting and accusing. They also resented him for surviving when their own daughter had been killed by the same curse. He did not think that it would be good to tell them that it was because of his magical power or that his mother had protected him because it would make her feel more guilt. He now understood the glint in their eyes when they had looked at him, it was the same look Sirius had when he looked at Harry – self-loathing. He cursed Dumbledore to hell, he had known their aversion to magic was nothing to do him and both had suffered. Aunt Marge was an ungrateful old hag, but Vernon could not reject her she was his only sister.
End Flashback
Ever since then they had been having fun as a family of sorts, a couple of visits to the zoo and cinema allowed them to have a better relationship between them.
He held his school things with one hand and touched the portkey, which moody had delivered early, "Lemon drops." He landed in Sirius' room, trying to keep his grief in check as he deposited his things inside the room, then got dressed in some of the finest robes courtesy of the trunk. Finally he placed his charmed contact lenses, a gift from Vernon on which he had perform the charms. Night vision, seeing through any sort of invisibility spells or cloak and they brought out his eyes. He tugged irritably at his long hair, he thought he looked like a woman with the ponytail but aunt petunia had asked him to keep it, he looked like a young lord. The silver earring baffled him, why in the hell had he gotten that, he surmised his first ever taste of beer had probably led him to do so. Suffice to say he would not be going near the stuff any time soon, he'd rather stick to butterbeer. Changing his mind, he put on his dragon hide boots, and then walked downstairs where the order was waiting for him patiently.
The order watched as the door opened and a healthy looking Harry Potter walked through the door, gracefully. Over a foot taller than the last time they had seen him and no longer wearing glasses, he exuded a confidence even Dumbledore could not match. Greeting everyone with a curt nod of the head, he took his seat between Remus and Bill, ignoring the empty space between Hermione and Ginny. When he sat down they began to eat in silence until Dumbledore spoke, "Hello Harry, how was your summer?"
'As if you care you old bastard' "It was the best summer ever sir", Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up into his hair, "Really Harry? How so?" "Well sir, you see – I er got angry with my cousin and I turned him into a pig, but I didn't get a letter from the ministry, so I kept on doing magic throughout the holidays and they stayed away from me" he lied. Dumbledore looked at him disapprovingly but Harry did not turn his gaze away from him, he felt the legilimens curse and put up his walls, the potion had automatically organised his mind – no wonder it was illegal. Harry spat out, "Don't I even deserve common courtesy from you, you old bastard?" Dumbledore was shocked, as was the rest of the order but their shock lay in outrage, before he could formulate a reply, McGonagall had reprimanded him, "Mr. Potter, you forget who you are speaking to, such impudence will not be tolerated---". "If he keeps out of my mind, ill treat him with respect, it is common courtesy to ask for permission from a friendly wizard before entering their mind, but then again I'm just a weapon aren't I".
McGonagall looked ready to retort, "Minerva, he is right – I apologise Harry, please carry on with your dinner" they settled down again, "Harry, where did you learn occulmency from?" "I taught myself as old Snivelly over there could not teach, if he had to save his life". Silence reigned as Snape's normally emotionless mask slipped, to be replaced by a rapidly reddening face. He pulled out his wand and shot off a filipendo curse, Harry dodged, then ducked a second spell ; leaning forward he smashed his fist up and across Snape's chin. The sickening crack echoed around the room, Harry did not even bother looking at Snape, just sat down and began to eat again.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, HOW DARE YOU ATTACK YOUR PROFESSOR? DO YOU HAVE NO MANNERS AT ALL?" Harry was fuming, "How dare you speak to me like that? In my own home no less? He attacked me first, like the blustering coward that he is, just as he attacked my father when his back was turned. He is a little bastard, a pathetic boy in a man's body and I will take neither insults nor attacks against myself from a failed greasy haired death eater. You people turned your backs on me by keeping me away from everything, even though it was my life, now that naïve little child is dead, he died with a man called Sirius Black. I'll thank you, to not question my actions in my own home, good night"
Harry stormed out of the room, furious at himself for his lack of control – he already knew what could be the result of rash decisions, Sirius had paid for one. He decided to return to his room to cool off by reading some defence books. Thanks to his newfound ability of reading and retaining information via the potion, Harry had now a level of knowledge, which would put Mad Eye Moody to shame, but did not have the technical skill or the feel for duels, as he had never been in a duel that mattered apart from in his fourth year. Other times he believed himself lucky, this time he wanted to win on skill alone. He could dodge and weave but his own technique was too open, his spells would have an extra 2 feet to travel, ample time for someone to move out of the way.
Focusing on the wall using his contacts, albeit a little forcefully which, resulted in his vision going past Ginny's, Luna's, Hermione's and Tonks' clothes. However much Harry had grown up, he still was not experienced with girls therefore his face reddened, not that he took any steps toward turning away. He watched mesmerised as the girls shifted positions slightly reasoning that he was just a man and that they had been intruding on his life by reporting his actions to Dumbledore. Ginny must have asked Tonks to show her real form because Tonks suddenly got 2 inches taller, blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked stunning especially with Harry's see through vision. 'Perfect curves' he thought, slapping himself on the head he placed an extendable ear next to the wall and listened in.
"I am going to go into his room and force him to calm down; he had no right to talk to talk like that to the professor, he needs to learn to control himself" 'Hermione? Of course it is, why should I control myself, the order is doing a good job of controlling me' he thought bitterly.
For the next three hours he studied, keeping an ear for order information in the next room, during the study time he came across some interesting things. Firstly, at the death of Sirius he became a lord, master of the potter family and the black family. This meant he had to follow some family laws, he drafted the ones he would put in the Potter-Black family line:
Must act impeccably
Must dress impeccably
Must fight evil at all times, whatever the cost to oneself
To fight with honour, not as a coward
To continue the family line, traditions.
Show no weaknesses, yet do not become arrogant
Use your place on the wizengamot for the right cause, however much opposition you face
Eliminate murderers, rid the word of their presence
Vengeance must be swift and deadly
Uphold the minor traditions and laws within our families
This was followed by a long list of minor laws he would adhere to, then he wrote at the top in blood red lettering:
There is no light and dark magic
There is only power
And those too weak to resist it
Hermione had finally gathered the courage to come in and rant at Harry, so when she walked in she expected him to cower from her gaze. She was surprised when he looked up, then back down at his book easily dismissing the fact that she was standing there. Opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish, she steeled herself but was stopped once again as Harry placed some obscure privacy charms around his bed. Furious that she did not know how to dispel these charms she stormed out in a huff missing the smirk that came across his face.
At teatime, he headed back down to the kitchen and seated himself next to Hestia Jones, a pretty witch who Sirius had been getting close to. She looked tired and upset, so he reached over and gave her a one armed hug. She smiled at him gratefully. It seemed as if the whole table let out a breath they had apparently been holding, evidently they had expected him to remain angry long into the night. Pouring himself and Hestia some tea and some cake, he sat down to listen to what Dumbledore was going to say.
"Good evening, everybody, as of yet we have no news good or bad concerning the current situation. Therefore, I just wanted to discuss the guard who will escort our students to Hogwarts in 2 days time. I suggest a guard of twelve selected by and including Alastor should escort them under invisibility cloaks, any sign of trouble and you will be port keyed back here".
"Save yourself some time professor, I'll be making my own way there – alone, if anyone follows I'll disappear". Harry continued, "No, I will not tell you how I will be going there and yes it is a secure way of travelling". Dumbledore just nodded although he shot a pointed look at the order when Harry turned back to his food, indicating that Harry would be followed discretely.
Two days later, Harry Potter stepped out of Grimmauld place and pulled out a motorbike to the amazement of the others. Seating himself, he activated the invisibility charm and switched on the speed booster – effectively covering the order members behind him in mud. Then laughing he activated the controlled wingardium leviosa charm, which coupled with the speed booster headed towards kings cross.