Legit: sorry, I don't plan on making any kind of love stories and whatnot.

imationx: thanks for your generous review. I'll try and work on making a focus of each chapter. I won't make every chapter have a cliffhanger; I just did that so people would be anxious to see my second chapter, lol. I know that good writers don't do that. The only reason I rushed my story a little bit was just so Harry could get back to Hogwarts as fast as I could make him. Once he's in Hogwarts, things will go slower than they first did. I have read Dan Brown's novels and I like his style. I'm not a man of much detail though. I like to let the reader let his imagination run wild. Okay, here we go!

Harry ripped open his envelope and quickly read the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Enclosed within this envelope are your results to the O.W.L. exams you took towards the end of your 5th year at Hogwarts. Below you will find a list of subjects and their grade beside them ranging from O to D.

O Outstanding

E Exceeds Expectations

A Acceptable

P Poor

D Dreadful

'A' is the last passing grade.

Harry's heart lifted a bit. At least there was not a T grade, meaning Troll. He returned to the letter.

Grades are as follows and will not be changed.

Divination A

History of Magic A

Astronomy A

Care of Magical Creatures E

Transfiguration E

Potions E

Herbology E

Charms O

As Harry scanned the list, his heart leapt. So far, he had all passing grades. But one class was missing. Harry's eyes fell on the last class and was ecstatic to see:

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Harry passed every class! But there was still more on the letter.

Congratulations Mr. Potter. You have passed all of your classes. We have been informed by your head of house that you wish to become an Auror. Continue grades like this and we have a fine future Auror! You are now going to take N.E.W.T level Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good luck Mr. Potter. These classes will be more difficult then normal, and we hope to see you very soon.

Sincerely,

Professor Marchbanks

P.S. Professor Tofty would like, once again, for me to thank you for showing her the outstanding job you did with your Patronus charm. We all know how that has helped you in the past!

Harry was about to tell Ron and Hermione the great news when he saw the disappointed look on Hermione's face.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked quietly.

Ron merely chuckled and said "She's disappointed because she didn't receive all O's. She got an E in Arithmancy."

"Well," said Hermione, "considering that Arithmancy is one of the most difficult classes, I'm quite please with my grade. Naturally I got an O in Muggle Studies. Harry, I'm sure if you took that class, you would easily pass with at least an E." She sat down. Harry, although he had heard straight from Hermione's mouth that she did not worry about her grade in Arithmancy, saw her take out notes with symbols and squiggles all over the paper. He was getting a headache just looking at it and was sure he would fail the class if he tried to take it.

Harry yawned. He looked at the common room clock and was surprised to see it was already past 10. An exhausting train ride and a filling meal had been the perfect combination to make anyone sleepy. Harry yawned again and said goodnight to Ron and Hermione.

"Harry," said Hermione, "be sure to wake up on time for classes tomorrow. I think you will be surprised to see what is on your class list in the morning." She smiled at him. Wondering what she meant and why she had emphasized the word 'what', he went upstairs to the boy's dormitory.

Harry's stuff was laid out in a neat pile. His trunk had a birdcage on top and Harry was delighted to see it was Hedwig's cage, but she was nowhere in sight. Harry unpacked his trunk, putting his robes into his wardrobe and getting his books ready for the days ahead. His books were held by a satchel he had received from Hermione for his 17th birthday.

Harry was surprised to see an owl fly into his room. It landed on Harry's arm as he held it out. The letter was address to him. Not surprised, he opened it, but he was extremely surprised to see it was written by Aunt Petunia. Harry opened the letter, a little scared. It read:

Dearest Harry,

I know how horrible your uncle and I have been to you these many years. I discovered your owl's cage in your room after you left. Opposite to what Vernon says, I think your owl is the loveliest creature I have ever seen, of course, I couldn't say that in front of Vernon. I know very little about your world, other than what your mother told me.

I took the cage to London today while Vernon was working and mailed it using the magical post in Diagon Alley. That was one thing your mother did tell me, where to go if I needed to get to Diagon Alley. The Leaky Cauldron was a bit dodgy at first, but after explaining my situation to a courteous witch, she showed me the way into Diagon Alley. That was after I had told her I was the sister of Lily Potter, mother to you, Harry Potter.

I found myself in a crowded alley filled with all sorts of wondrous things. I never knew how amazing your world was. It took me forever to find the post office because I kept looking at everything. I even went into a wand shop. Harry, it turns out I'm a witch! I walked into the little shop and Mr. Ollivander showed me wands. I knew of course that I would never be able to make things happen, but I did Harry, I shot sparks out of one of the wands he showed me! I explained to him who I was and he told me a short story. The story told of how my mother and father took me and Lily to Ollivander's after we had gotten our letters. My mother and father saw how expensive everything was and made the choice to only send Lily to Hogwarts. I was too young to object and I forgot that I was gifted. Mr. Ollivander, out of the graciousness of his heart, gave me my wand. I exchanged some of my money into your currency and bought a few spell books I have seen you use. I hope to brush up on my magic when I get home. He showed me a few simple spells to use around the house. I know you are underage right now Harry, but when you get home and are of age, I want you to teach me everything you know about magic.

The people at the post office told me your cage would arrive shortly before you would, so I thanked them and left. Diagon Alley was an interesting experience. Best of luck at school Harry and I anticipate your coming home. I have so much to ask!

Love,

Your Aunt Petunia

Harry was stunned. First of all, he couldn't believe his Aunt Petunia had used words like 'lovely' and 'wondrous'. He was so used to her making rude comments about magic. But now, his Aunt was a witch! He finally had someone else to connect with. Harry couldn't believe that a secret like that had been kept so long from her. He remembered the first time he had been told he was a wizard. He couldn't believe it.

Harry was now exhausted. This had been a very exciting day; his grades, and now this. He couldn't wait to tell Ron and Hermione tomorrow. And, he was surprised to find himself thinking he couldn't wait to see his Aunt. He would send her a letter explaining to meet him at a Hogsmeade weekend. Harry would have written a response, but Hedwig was nowhere to be found and he was too tired to walk to the Owlery and use a school owl.

Harry tucked the extensive letter in his trunk and stripped to his underwear. After pulling the covers up around him, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Harry woke the next day feeling unusually refreshed. He quickly took a shower and ran to the Great Hall, tripping out the portrait door along the way. Ignoring the Fat Lady's remarks about "carelessness" and "clumsiness" he continued to run to the Great Hall. The plates were already filled with delicious breakfast foodstuffs. Harry looked to the Teachers table and saw Hagrid beaming down at him. Harry waved and Hagrid gave him a wink. Harry scanned the table and saw a new teacher. It was no one he recognized. This was no surprise. This was most definitely the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. There hadn't been a steady DADA teacher since Harry's arrival at the school.

Harry sat down next to Ron at the Gryffindor table. Hermione had not shown up yet. They discussed it over crumpets slathered with grape jelly and orange marmalade. Their discussion slowed as their head of house, Professor McGonagall handed out their schedule, complete with new class lists. As McGonagall handed Harry his schedule, she smiled at him.

"Well Mr. Potter, I think you will be most pleased with your schedule. I am glad to say you made it to my N.E.W.T level class. Remember what I said last year!" She winked at him and moved off. She meant, of course, the day she pledged to help him in his quest to become an Auror.

Dumbledore stood up quietly and the room fell silent almost immediately. He cleared his throat. "I am pleased to see you have all made it back safe and sound. I am sure many of you have noticed we have a new addition to our staff." There was a murmur of agreement. He continued. "I am delighted to announce we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and a new Potions teacher."

Harry choked on the Pumpkin juice he was drinking. His fellow students looked at him with an amused expression on their faces. Harry only remembered seeing one new face up at the teacher's table. If there was a new Potions teacher, that could mean only one thing.

"Taking over as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Snape has graciously stepped in.

A roar came from the Slytherin table as they cheered their head of house. Harry hardly heard it. He looked at his schedule and saw the name Nymphadora Tonks next to the class Potions. "So that's why I didn't recognize her," Harry thought. Nymphadora was a Metamorphmagus, a human shape shifter if you will. She was able to change her appearance whenever necessary.

Tonks stood up and introduced herself. While doing so, she changed shape many times to show off her power to the students. "I am here to teach you Potions because I am an Auror. Becoming an Auror took many years of studying and I did get an O in both my O.W.L year and N.E.W.T year. I gladly accepted this job knowing that the former Potions teacher," she motioned to Snape, "would be taking over as the new DADA teacher. Thank you." Tonks sat down and a burst of applause came from the audience. She turned bright pink. Harry couldn't be sure if she was actually blushing or using her power.

Harry enjoyed the rest of his breakfast. Hermione finally showed up before classes started in the Gryffindor common room. "I've just been to the library. I think Snape might be one of the best DADA teachers yet, he has probably been coming up with lessons over the years. It's going to be great having Tonks as a teacher, right Harry? You saw how well you did on your O.W.L. exam without Snape breathing down your neck. Tonks ought to make Potions really easy. You'll see Harry."

Harry looked at her and said "How did you know Tonks is our new Potions teacher? You weren't at breakfast!" Hermione just smiled and walked away. Harry had a feeling today was going to be a good day. He had his first N.E.W.T class with Flitwick after his first class, Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.

Harry picked up his books needed for that day, put them in his satchel, stowed his wand in his robe pockets and went to his first class in his 6th year at Hogwarts.