DISCLAIMER: If I had a few billion dollars, I'd buy Harry Potter, but since I don't, I am just writing fan fictions on the Internet. I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: Surprise! I decided to post this before Sunday, since I had it done, and I needed to get working on the next chapter. The next one will be much longer.

Chapter 1: With the Dursleys

All along Privet Drive, there was no trace of the drought that had taken place last summer. For several months, it had been raining off and on, and all of the gardens were flooded. The weather was warm, which caused the grass to grow at an uncontrollable rate.

Inside of number four, a boy named Harry Potter was sound asleep—for the first time in several days. Harry Potter was not a normal person. To some, he is a dangerous criminal who attends St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys, but the people in his world looked up to him as a hero.

Harry Potter was a wizard. He did not attend St. Brutus's. Instead, he would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the magical world, he was known to most as "The Boy Who Lived." When he was just one year old, Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard who ever lived attacked him. Somehow, he survived the Avada Kedavra killing curse, which had killed so many other people, including his parents. Instead of dying in a flash of green light, the curse rebounded upon Voldemort, tearing him from his body, leaving a lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead. The world was now free from the dark wizard, and Harry Potter became an instant celebrity.

Since then, Voldemort had used some ancient dark magic to regain his body. For the past year, the Ministry of Magic had been ignorant about the return of Voldemort, but in light of the recent battle, which took place inside the Ministry of Magic, they had been forced to accept the fact that Harry was telling the truth. It had been a devastating battle for Harry, because he had lost the closest thing that he had to a father. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had gone to aid the others in battle, when his own cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, had murdered him.

Harry woke up with a start. What was that dream that he just had about? Was it a vision? This was the first night he had not had a nightmare about Sirius falling though the veil. Harry got out of bed, dressed, and quietly walked downstairs. The clock on the mantel showed that it was 4 in the morning. It wasn't raining today, so Harry decided to go for a walk.

The air outside was hot and muggy. Harry decided to jog around the neighborhood a few times, then walk over to the park to watch the sunrise. As Harry approached a street corner, he paused, hearing a familiar voice.

"Pass the weed," the voice asked.

"Here you go Big D," another responded.

Dudley was smoking pot again. Harry wondered how the Dursleys could be so oblivious to this. Did they notice that the park was always vandalized when Dudley went over to have "tea" with his gang?

A young boy quietly walked past Harry, and turned the corner before Harry could stop him. He looked familiar, but Harry couldn't remember where he had seen him before. He couldn't have been more than eleven years old. Harry knew what would happen, and kept listing.

"Lookie here...we've got a tiny little boy to beat up," Dudley said.

A brief struggle was heard. Harry wished he had remembered his invisibility cloak, but that was folded up neatly back in his trunk. Harry knew that he had to act fast. He heard a fist connecting with a body, and a muffled scream. Suddenly a police officer rounded a corner. Harry signaled the officer, who approached the corner. Quietly, Harry explained the situation.

The officer drew his gun, and motioned for Harry to stay back.

"Freeze! Put your hands on the ground!" The officer yelled.

The officer cuffed Dudley and the gang, and began to fill out some paperwork. A van arrived, and they were shipped off. Harry and the officer hurried over to the unfortunate child, to see what kind of condition he was in. He had a bruised shoulder, and was bleeding from the lip and nose.

"What's your name?" Harry asked.

"Zaccheus Jameson," the boy replied.

"What hurts?" Harry asked.

"My shoulder, my nose, my mouth, and my ankle."

"Listen here," the officer said. "We're going to take you to the hospital to get you fixed up. You can call your parents from there. The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. You'll be ok"

"Yeah," Harry echoed. "You'll be fine. The doctors are very good here."

The ambulance arrived, and carried Zaccheus off. As Harry began to walk home, it started to rain again.

"Boy, get in here right now," Uncle Vernon said, as Harry entered the house.

Aunt Petunia gasped. "Go upstairs and dry off, then come right back down hear and clean up the mess you've made."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia."

"Boy, where's Dudley?"

"I don't know Uncle Vernon."

Harry trudged up the stairs to the shower. After a five-minute shower and a change of clothes, Harry walked downstairs to begin cleaning up the water. It wasn't really that big of deal, and with a few paper towels, it was cleaned right up.

Harry was reading his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook when the phone rang.

"Oh Duddykins! What have they done to you? Where are you?" Petunia anxiously asked.

Harry knew exactly what was going on, but he sat there, masking his facial expression. Now wasn't the right time to be caught smirking at his relatives, and he knew it.

Aunt Petunia hung up the phone, her face very pale. "Vernon, we need to go to somewhere now," she said.

"Where?" Vernon asked, looking over his paper.

"Boy, go to your room," Petunia said.

Harry wished he had a pair of extendable ears to listen to them. He'd have to ask Fred and George for a pair once he left the Dursleys. In a few minutes, he heard the door shut. As usual, they had forgotten about him.

Once again, it was storming horrifically. Suddenly, there was a burst of fire, and Dumbledore appeared in his room, with Fawkes on his shoulder. "Colloportus, Silencio," he said, pointing his wand at the door.

"Good morning, Harry." He said, turning around, to find Harry's wand pointed at his heart.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore replied quickly. He had been expecting something like this, so he added "I brought Fawkes with me to prove my identity."

Fawkes trilled. Harry knew that a phoenix was an excellent judge of character, so he lowered his wand.

"Ok, professor. Can't be too careful these days. My relatives are gone, so you can stay a while."

"Thank you, but I can't stay for long. I just needed to get a message to you personally, so you could be assured of its validity. First of all, I want to apologize for not telling you about the prophecy earlier. It is a lot to think about, and I just didn't want you to be burdened by it. However, as many objects from my office learned, I shouldn't keep information from you."

Harry felt embarrassed at the last remark. "I'm sorry about your office, Professor."

"That's quite all right. A few repairing charms, and everything was back in order. Also, I wanted to tell you that you will be training with various members of the order after we pick you up from here in a week, which if my memory is correct would be the day before your birthday. You need to be here for a little more than a month to ensure that your protection remains intact. "

Harry was excited, but he soon remembered something very important. "What about the fact that I'm still and underage wizard?" Harry asked.

"As headmaster of Hogwarts, I know a few charms that will keep the ministry from detecting any magic that is preformed in Grimmauld Place. Also, the fact that it's under the Fideleus charm and completely unplottable will keep the ministry from finding it. I think you will find that the ministry will be more cooperative now, but I can't tell you more at this time. I must be off now, but before I go, I thought that I'd give you this book to read over the next week, to get a head start on your training." He handed Harry a large book, which was titled Advanced Dueling, and it was written by Nevv R. Luz.

"Thank you, sir" Harry said.

There was a burst of fire, and a click as the door unlatched, and Dumbledore was gone. Harry began to read his new book. It was very interesting, and he was certain to find a few interesting hexes in it.

Review Responses:

Luckyfiddler: Thank you very much. That was just the prologue, and is setting the scene for it to shift over to the story. I liked some things I've read about in other works, such as animagi training, and I think that Harry might actually become an unregistered animagi.

Yami Rose: Thanks for your review. I hope this chapter will answer your first question, and as for chapter size, I will try to make the next one longer. Remember, that was just the prologue, so this chapter is a bit longer. My first day of school wasn't too bad, but then again, we didn't really do anything...hopefully this will keep up, so I can update more.

Next Update: I don't know exactly when I'll be able to update again. The next chapter will be almost twice as long as this one, and right now I'm dealing with a lot of homework and stuff. I will update in the next week or so.