AN: well here 's the next part. I'm going to try and make each chapter a bit longer then the previous until I'm comfortable enough with writing to turn out decent sized chapters instead of these two page wonders:)

I got my first review! WWHHIEE! cough right euhm anyway… Many thanks to Deanine for reviewing. I hope you like the rest of the sory as well.

Chapter 1: Privet Drive

It had been four days since the end of term and life at Nr. 4 Privet Drive had changed drastically for all it's inhabitants. The Dursley afraid that Harry would practice magic on them, could no longer treat him as they had for the first ten years of his life. Vernon Dursley had to do various chores in and around the house such as mowing the lawn instead of just reading his paper and ordering 'the boy' around. Petunia had to cook and clean by herself now and young Dudley was denied his favorite game, harry hunting. The Dursleys were therefore less then happy with these new arrangements. One inhabitant of Nr. 4 Privet Drive however was more then happy with the new circumstances and that was Harry Potter.

Following his night in the hospital wing Harry had decided to put a bit more effort in his education. Having a Dark Lord intending to kill you will make you take things like that a bit more seriously after all. So he had started by rereading his textbooks and notes. When he had searched through his notes though he had hit a bit of a snag. Packing his trunk had been an euphemism for simply throwing al his possessions in his trunk. Back at Privet Drive he had discovered that packing and throwing things inside were most definitely not the same thing. He had spent several hours sorting and ordering his now very wrinkled notes. He looked dejectedly at the small heap of parchments.

"Merlin, this is ridiculous. How am I supposed to study when my notes look like they've been through a war zone. Look at this, sentences scratched out, ink stains, FOOD stains and what not."

Hedwig offered a commiserating hoot. Harry smiled slightly at his feathered friend.

"And in four years I have to use this to study for my OWLS? Hedwig my girl, I think I have some rewriting to do."

Hedwig just blinked at him. Harry had seen quite a few fifth and seventh years panicking when they couldn't find a certain piece of parchment that just happened to contain some bit of crucial information they desperately needed and frankly he had no wish to someday be one of them.

"Hhmm, might as well do this right the first time, I don't really want to do this more then once. I could copy them in a muggle notebook or maybe even type them on Dudley's old computer."

After pondering this for a bit, Harry looked at his desk. There lay a letter to Flourish & Blotts asking about the course books for second years. Another moments hesitation and his decision was made. He would buy some empty books and copy his notes in those. One for each course. He could write a short summary of each chapter, followed by his own notes (and some of Hermione of course) and finally his homework. If he did this every year he should have an easier time when he had to take his OWLS and maybe even make Hermione green with envy. Snickering slightly at that thought he send Hedwig on her way with the letter. He looked at the sky for a moment wondering what Hermione and Ron were doing.

Three days later he received a letter and package from Flourish & Blotts. The package contained his Transfiguration, Charms, Potions and History of Magic books as well as six empty books with a dark leather cover. Putting the books aside for now, he opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

Enclosed you will find the by you ordered books. To our regret we could not deliver your DADA, Astronomy and Herbology books. We are expecting a shipment of books later this week and we would be more then happy to supply you with a copy of your Astronomy and Herbology books then.

Unfortunately we have not yet received confirmation from Hogwarts on which defense books the new DADA professor will be using this year. I have taken the liberty to add a short list of popular defense books that are on the same level as the first through third year curriculum at Hogwarts instead.

Sincerely,

Melvin Blotts

Flourish & Blotts

Harry looked at the list of books, there were six in total. Two were first year level books, three on a second year level and the final one was a third year book. Thinking it over for a bit he decided to get them all, after all he had plenty of time and the extra spells wouldn't hurt. He scribbled down his reply and send it off with the delivery owl.

He turned to examine his new purchases. The school books looked interesting enough, especially the charms book seemed to hold some interesting spells. He picked up one of the empty books and which seemed to have a note attached, reading it he saw it were some instructions on how to properly use the books. Apparently these books were most commonly used as either journals or as personal grimoires. Whatever you wrote on the first page would appear as the title on the cover and you could remove or add pages with a simple tap of your wand. Harry frowned for a moment, wondering if this would constitute as underage magic but he was soon reassured as he read the rest of the instructions.

"Right, let's get started. What to do first…"

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Three weeks later Harry Potter was lying on his bed looking as miserable as one could get. In a single day everything had gone to hell. First it was his birthday and yet he had received not a single letter from one of his friends, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Dudley who took great pleasure in pointing this out to his freaky cousin. Then he had been told by his uncle Vernon that he was supposed to stay in his room all night because they were having potential investors for Grunnings coming for dinner and he didn't want them scared off by Harry's freakishness. That in itself hadn't been so bad, after all Harry had years of practice in staying away from guests. That evening Harry had been reading one of his new defense books while trying to ignore the noise coming from downstairs when suddenly the strangest little creature had appeared in his room.

Dobby, as the creature was named, had after warning Harry not to return to Hogwarts, admitted that he had been intercepting his friends' letters. For weeks Harry had agonized over the fact that he received no letters from his friends, thinking that they had forgotten about him. Now however it seemed it was him who had for all intent ignored their letters. Hopefully they would understand and forgive him once he explained the situation. If he ever got the chance to explain that is. Dobby had not taken his refusal to stay at home well and had levitated a pudding on Mrs. Mason's head. His uncle of course thought Harry had been the culprit and to make matters worse he had then received a letter from Mafalda Hopkirk of the Improper Use of Magic Office. His uncle had wasted no time after that in putting bars on his window, a padlock on Hedwig's cage and locking his trunk in the cupboard downstairs.

So now Harry was lying on his bed desperately wishing for the month to fly by so he could escape the Dursley's and return to Hogwarts.

Three days later Harry got his wish, well partly that is. True, being broken free by a trio of slightly insane redheads in a flying car wasn't exactly what he had been wishing for but Harry had learned long ago to take what he could get. Giving a last cheerful wave at his furiously shouting uncle, he turned too his jailbreakers and asked where they were going.

'The Burrow!", shouted the three redheads together.