Authors Note: Sorry all, for taking such a ghastly long time to update. I am still writing, though school has been taking up so much of my time. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter. Happy reading!

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Chapter Four – Letters

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"Up!" yelled the voice of his Aunt Petunia. "Up! Breakfast needs cooking!"

Harry heard the sharp rap upon his door and sat up with alarm. He fumbled, reaching out a groping hand to find his glasses. He placed them gently over his eyes and looked across at his alarm clock. He groaned. 'Is it really so hard to let me sleep for another hour at least?'

"Are you up yet?" Harry heard the screech of her voice again.

"Just about," he called. He sighed as he heard her make her way back towards the kitchen. He placed his feet upon the floor and tried to walk towards his cupboard. He grunted as he tripped and fell. Harry rolled onto his back, reaching down to untangle his feet from his blankets.

'Not a bad sleep last night.'

Harry was about to change into something new, but thought it would probably be safer if he made his way downstairs to cook breakfast. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he heard the sound of their voices in the kitchen. He entered the kitchen to see Uncle Vernon and Dudley sitting at the table.

"Come on!" moaned Dudley rapping his knife sharply on the table top. "I am so hungry!"

"Post first!" demanded Uncle Vernon as Harry made to plug in the frying pan. Harry just nodded, making sure not a sound emerged from his throat. He stood near the door for as long as he dared, flicking through to see if there was anything of interest. There was not. Uncle Vernon was reading yesterdays paper, but he grunted when Harry place the mail upon the table. He began to rip it open, snorting in disgust at the bills.

"So..." said Harry trying to make conversation while placing the eggs into the frying pan. "Have a good trip?"

Uncle Vernon grunted. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Aunt Marge remembered anything?"

"About what?" spoke Uncle Vernon.

"About that incident when she last came over?"

"Why should she? They made her forget!"

Harry shrugged. "Some people can break through that."

"You'd better hope for your sake that she doesn't boy!"

Harry grimaced and dropped some sausages into the second frying pan.

"Hurry up!" moaned Dudley again, rapping both his knife and fork on the table this time. Once more Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him. Twenty minutes later, in which Dudley had resorted to eating cereal; Harry placed three plates upon the table.

"Aunt Petunia?" he called. "Breakfast is ready."

She walked into the room and sat down. She had apparently been out watering her garden. Harry walked back to the frying pans to scoop up whatever was left. There was one sausage and one egg. He began to eat them slowly.

"Harry?" He jumped in alarm as Aunt Petunia spoke his name. It wasn't said kindly. She was actually speaking more roughly then she usually did. She hardly ever did that. "Are you sure you have enough food there?" she asked looking at the sausage he was holding and the half eaten egg. Her voice was still brisk and stern. Uncle Vernon and Dudley look at her stunned.

"Petunia?" asked Uncle Vernon with worry. "Are you ok?"

"Yes of course I'm ok," she snapped. "You don't want those people here do you? We have to treat him better this summer, remember?"

Uncle Vernon looked like he would rather face the wizard's than treat Harry better.

"Go put another sausage in the pan!" instructed Aunt Petunia.

"Err...thanks."

"Right! Well seeing as we're feeding you more, how about you do the dishes afterwards boy?" asked Uncle Vernon. There was a gleam in his eyes. Harry knew it was more of a statement rather than a question so he sighed and nodded, heading to the fry pan to cook another sausage.

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Harry should have known that the gleam in his Uncles eye had meant trouble. Indeed, Harry had agreed to do the dishes, but he hadn't expected Uncle Vernon to pull two large boxes of cutlery and dishes from his car. Uncle Vernon had stood beside him and made sure every dish was washed and wiped to perfection. Apparently, the Dursley's were planning to host a dinner party, and Harry would be staying at Mrs Figg's where he couldn't get into any trouble. Two hours later, Harry was able to trudge back up the stairs, his hands white and wrinkled from long hours of being trapped beneath the water with detergent. He closed his door behind him and slowly lowered himself to his bed, sighing with relief.

Harry fumbled around for the spell book he had been reading. He had been spending his days doing little else for some time now. He propped himself upon his pillow, flicking through the pages and trying to remember what chapter he had been reading. As he strained his brain trying to remember that evening two days ago, his eyes fell upon the large bags that were filled with the things he had bought from Diagon Alley. Harry suddenly felt a wave of grief pass over him and realised that his thoughts had crept back to Sirius.

'Don't go there! Sirius wants me to be happy!'

His eyes scanned around the room for yesterdays robes. He fumbled around inside them, emptying the contents of the pockets onto the bed. He carefully scooped up Sirius' letter and held it close to his heart, breathing in deeply and urging the tears to leave him. When Harry was quite sure that another wave of tears was not about to threaten him, he walked towards the desk and emptied the contents of the bags upon them. The paper from last evening caught his eyes, and he picked it up, pawing through it for any new information. His heart leapt from his chest every time he came across the word 'Voldemort,' but it never led anywhere. Harry put the paper down feeling unfulfilled. He went to stand by the window, rubbing at his forehead and watching the bright sun as it slowly rose into the sky. A black dot came to his attention over near the horizon, and he crossed his fingers, hoping that it was Hedwig with some mail for him. She had been gone for quite some time. Before Harry knew it the object dived close to the ground, letting out a piercing call, and preparing to soar upwards onto the window sill. It was Hedwig. She flapped her wings around noisily as she landed and then quickly flew to Harry's outstretched arm. He stroked her bright plumage softly and she nibbed at his fingers with appreciation. He saw a number of letters tied upon her feathered feet and he untied them eagerly, letting Hedwig fly into her cage for a refreshing drink while he himself darted under the sheets of his bed. He carefully placed a finger beneath the seal, and pulled the first envelope open.

Dear Harry

11.25 OWLs! Harry, I got 11.25 OWLs, can you believe it?

So how are you Harry? I really do hope that you are well. I am well, and I think that I am enjoying myself immensely. Everything is quite good here. Ron and I have been cleaning, and putting the final touches to the place. Soon there will be nothing to do I am guessing. I don't know what I will do with myself…

Ron is rather angry with Ginny at the moment. He found her hidden inside the male bathroom with Dean. Oh, Dean and Seamus were given permission to visit for a day when it was just us and Mrs Weasley. I don't know why they won't let us invite you over if Dean and Seamus can. Do you know anything about it?

Seeing as I passed each of the subjects I attempted, I have decided to continue with them all. Ron has talked me into dropping one of the less important ones if I ever feel I am too stretched. Though I don't think I will regardless. Did you get enough marks to enter Advanced Potions? I do know that you'd love to be an Auror, so I was wondering what you were planning to do if you didn't get the right grade. I asked Dumbledore about it, and he replied, saying that you might be able to take a re-structured test. Usually that isn't allowed, but apparently Fudge has agreed to stretch the rules now that Voldemort has returned.

Have you heard how well Fred and George's shop is doing? I never thought that they would manage to be so successful. Ron and Ginny took me to see it not so long ago and I must admit that I was rather impressed by some of the items that they have created. I bet you would love it!

Well Harry, I do hope that you are ok. Ron and Ginny and I are all coping after the end of last year, but what about you? I hope that I can see you sometime over our break. Missing you!

Love from Hermione

PS - Ginny says that she and Dean were not doing anything intimate but merely wanted to be alone. She says that Ron is just over-exaggerating and making the situation worse than it seems. She also says that if you are laughing when you read that then you had better watch out for a few hexes coming your way.

Harry sighed as he put the letter down. It was all so different this year. Usually, he would have felt absolutely terrible if he discovered that Dean and Seamus, who had nothing to do with the Order, were at Grimmauld Place. This year, he could understand why he couldn't leave. He didn't want to accept it, but he knew that Dumbledore was doing it because he considered that he had no choice. He smiled to himself as he thought about Hermione's expression at hearing she had got so many OWLs. He would have loved to have seen her face. He turned onto his side and reached for a second letter. Once more he slipped his finger beneath the seal and pulled the letter open.

Hey Harry

It's Ron here! Well hopefully you're well and hopefully the Muggles are treating you better! I have been busy once more redecorating this dump. Well, to tell the truth, it isn't so much of a dump anymore, but nonetheless…

Dean and Seamus came to visit the other day, but I will definitely not be doing that again in a hurry. I prefer your company to theirs any day, especially when I discovered Dean and Ginny hidden away in the male bathroom kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. And do you know what the worst part of it was? There was a tomorrow!

Oh, yes the bathrooms here have been modified a little. I mean certain people seem to be getting carried away here with the whole redecorating business. I guess that I shouldn't complain, as the place does look better this way. I'll have to show you everything when we finally get you away from that place.

Get out Ginny! No, I am not writing anything about you, why would I want to do that? Oops, sorry Harry, I wrote what I was yelling. Well I have a little good news for you now anyway. There is a new broomstick coming out. They haven't given it a name yet, but they have released some interesting details about it. I was going to give you the article, but I seem to have lost the magazine. I'm sure I will find it later on.

Oh and by the way Harry I got 9 OWLs. That is pretty good I am guessing because Percy did get 12. I gloated all day to Hermione, even though she got 11.25. Hermione is trying to get me to write to Dumbledore so that I can redo a test to get into Advanced Transfiguration and Advanced Potions. I mean, I guess I should consider Transfiguration because Bill and Charlie said they do some amazing things in that subject, but who would want another year with Snape? The slimy git!

Well, I guess that is everything for the moment. I am working on getting you away from that place, but no luck at the moment. Well cross your fingers for me!

Your mate Ron

PS - Sorry about Snuffles mate.

PPS - Hello Harry! It is Ginny here. Well Ron has just happened to leave his letter here for posting and has sealed the envelope. Well I have just unsealed it and am now writing this. Dean and I didn't get up to anything intimate just so you know. You're laughing aren't you? Just you wait! Anyway someone is coming so enjoy the rest of your holidays!

PPPS - Helly Harry dear! This is Molly. Well I have just gained some very useful information about what my Ginny has been up to recently. I hope that you are having an enjoyable holiday. I will continue to help Ron and see if we can't get you over for a visit.

PPPPS - Well that was embarrassing. Err… Yes it is Ron again. Well I guess that saying - curiosity killed the cat - is true after all. Yes there goes Mum; Ginny is in a little trouble now. Unfortunately I just know that she will blame me when Mum is finished with her. Wish me luck…

PPPPPS - Hello there Harry! It's really corking to see you! Speak to him you idiot, Fred! Yes that. Well Harry we just couldn't resist this very appealing letter we found in Ron's room. Yes Ginny made the all time error of not heading Mum off early, so we came down to ask Ron what was going on… And we found this! Well we must say we are proud of our little bro for getting so many OWLs, but unfortunately he is a prefect with 9 OWLs… And will probably soon become head boy. Well Harry we are left with no choice but to crown you as the new mischief maker of Hogwarts. A great honour! Very great indeed! So don't let us down! And we understand how hard it might be to get started… But don't fear! We will give you all you need free of charge of course, and if you are really good, you may even rival us. Yes that is what we would like to see. Remember Harry, life is too short to waste, so have as much fun as you can. You may die any day, is what we say, and what good are books in making you happy? Exactly Fred! Causing a bit of chaos give you a good laugh, you should try some of our products on those Muggles you cherish so much! Err… Just before you leave that is! So Harry! Have fun! Take care! And get into as much mischief as you can! We'll be watching! Yes, so don't even think about backing away from this great offer! George, that sounds like a death threat you moron! Ah, yes. Well got to run. Time is money!

PPPPPPS - For crying out loud, can't anyone in this family just leave my letters alone! Well Harry, this has turned out to be a very interesting letter. And rather funny too! Hermione go away! Jeez she just stole the quill from me and started writing. Well Harry I had better put this away before someone else can get to it. Goodbye!

When Harry finished reading he found he was filled with something strange. He had not felt it in such waves in quite some time, but he was happy. A smile of true happiness was slowly appearing upon his strained and tired face. He let out a slow quiet laugh as the letter came to a close. His friends were happy. The very thought seemed to intoxicate him. It was impossible for him not to feel happy. He decided he had best write them replies immediately while he was in such a mood. His main concern at the moment was just how long his good mood would last. Slowly, Harry extracted himself from beneath the sheets. He let out a yawn and stretched as he sat himself at his desk. He cleared the belongings to one side, setting out a fresh piece of parchment in the middle. Picking up his quill, he placed one end beneath his teeth, his eyes glancing towards the ceiling, brow creased in thought. Carefully, he dipped the end of his quill into a bottle of jet black ink. The hair upon his head hung down as he lowered his head and put quill to parchment.

Hello Hermione,

Well to answer your first question – yes! I can believe that you got 11.25 OWLs. Nice job! As for me, I got 9, the same as Ron. I did get my OWLs in Potions, but it wasn't good enough to get into Advanced. Anyway, McGonagall mentioned the fact that I could attempt a revised test if I wished, and I will do just that. I will have to write to her shortly. Unfortunately, it means I have to revise over the holidays. Still, I guess it will be worth it if I get to be an Auror.

I have heard how well Fred and George's shop is doing! I went there yesterday in fact and had a look inside quickly. It is quite amazing! I was going to pick up a whole lot of their creations, but they said I should wait till my birthday and they will give me a package then.

I am going quite well with regards to last year. Thanks for asking! I know that you mended nicely so I don't really have to ask about you. I had quite a good day at Diagon Alley actually. Moony really helped me out. I bought a number of purchases, but shopping for clothes was torture! I don't know how so many girls can find it that interesting!

The relatives are treating me better at the moment. I got more breakfast than usual this morning. Aunt Petunia isn't looking forward to having wizards upon her doorstep. They just got back from visiting Aunt Marge. At the moment they are trying to get me over at Mrs Figg's one night, as they wish to host a dinner party here.

Well I will tell you more when I see you. Enjoy yourself!

Love Harry

Harry stretched out his fingers as he finished writing, reading over what he had written and making sure it didn't reveal too much. He thought that he had done quite well, but he guessed that if he hadn't he'd be hearing about it from the Order anyway. He would just have to wait and see. He pulled forth another piece of parchment, dipped his quill into the ink, and began to write once more.

Hey Ron

Good to hear that you have been keeping busy. And yes the Muggles are treating me quite well. Feeding me more, ignoring me… So things are all good here.

I heard that they were releasing a new broomstick yesterday in Diagon Alley, but I know nothing about it. I did buy a Quidditch magazine though, so hopefully I can find some information in there! I bet it will be amazing!

Yes I got 9 OWLs as well mate. I didn't think that I would get anything like that. Dumbledore mentioned to me that we should all train for a career such as an Auror, because it will greatly improve our knowledge and abilities. I think he wants us to be prepared in case we get ourselves into anymore dangerous situations like last year. I am redoing a test to get into Advanced Potions, and if you want to become an Auror, I think that you should do the same. Besides, if it will be hard, I prefer a friendly face beside me.

Anyway at least do the Transfiguration test mate. I am looking forward to that class this year, and it won't be the same if you aren't there! I do hope that I can come and visit you soon. That would be really great.

It is a shame about Ginny mate. You had best not invite Dean around in a hurry again no. I mean, he is a good bloke and all, but we do have to protect Ginny don't we? At least if you invite me over I want be hiding in any male bathrooms with her hey? Hope she didn't blame you. Well say hello to everyone for me, and tell them I am well. Hope to see you soon mate! Enjoy yourself.

Bye!

Harry

Harry placed his quill down and sealed up his ink bottle. He re-read over his second letter, making sure there were no problems, and then he folded them both up. He stood and stretched, going over to all the packages in the corner. Slowly he sorted through everything, hiding books away in his chest. He did not keep any of his possessions out of his chest. He piled everything inside, it made it easier to leave in a hurry if necessary. Harry changed into some of his new clothes, throwing all of the clothes he used to wear into the empty black bags. It wasn't until he had finished tidying everything up that he realised he still had a letter to open. It was a plain and ordinary brown, but the writing was in an elegant green scrawl. Harry tore it open, and began to read.

Harry Potter

For some time now I have been considering writing to the Chocolate Frog organisation and suggesting that we put those who died valiantly in the struggle against Lord Voldemort upon the face of a Chocolate Frog card. However, I never did, thinking that perhaps I should give those people connected to those in concern their peace and quiet. Since then, newspaper articles have been released, and we have since discovered many of the people who had had tragedy placed upon their families. Therefore, I wrote to the organisation, and they agreed whole heartedly to place the faces of those once in the Order upon the face of a card. They sent these cards to me just this very morning, and I attached the envelope upon your owl as she was leaving with the letters of your friends. I prefer to try and find them hidden among the wrappings of the chocolate, but I believe that you might be able to find a certain use for them. The cards are enclosed within. Perhaps if people see that we remember those who are lost, that they will never be forgotten for what they did, they will not so willingly join his forces. It is time that we honoured those who fell for us Harry, and I myself can not think of a better way than this.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry, somewhat tense, picked up the enveloped and tipped the contents upon the bed. A number of elegant cards fell out. Harry gathered them into his hands and flicked through them. He recognised the names upon them. There was Marlene McKinnon, Alice and Frank Longbottom, Benjy Fenwick, Edgar Bones, Caradoc Dearborn, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Dorcas Meadowes and James and Lily Potter. They all looked at him sombrely. Some were frowning, and others smiled, but they all looked determined, as if they were about to enter a battle that they may never emerge from. Harry smiled grimly down upon his parents and sighed. He was quite sure that none of these beings would mind being upon a Chocolate Frog card. Harry stood and stretched, walking to his desk and placing the cards gently down upon them.

Walking over to Hedwig, he stroked her soft white plumage. She let out a soft call, and nudged his hand affectionately.

"Whenever you're ready there are two letters to be delivered," he said lightly. She nibbled gently upon his fingers and flew over to the desk, resting besides the two letters and jutting out her feathered leg dutifully. Harry smiled at her.

"Well if you insist."

He attached the letters and carried her over to the window. She squeezed his arm with her talons and spread her wings before taking off towards the distant horizon. Harry watched her go, his head abuzz with thought, as she winged her way slowly out of sight.

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Some time later Harry was heading down the stairs towards the kitchen. The Dursley's had recently given him the chore of making lunch for them, and Harry preferred if Uncle Vernon didn't yell at him for making them wait around. There was no sign of Dudley or Uncle Vernon, but Aunt Petunia was there writing a list of what to buy at the supermarket.

"Mind if I make a start to lunch?" he asked her. He noticed her eyes flicking up and down his body, no doubt wondering where his clothes had come from. A frown crossed her face for a moment but then disappeared, and she spoke in her usual brisk manner.

"The tomatoes have been moved to the cupboard on your left." That was all that was said and Harry was happy with that. The Dursley's liked salad for lunch on hot summer days, even if the lettuces were a little wilted and off colour. Dudley of course, preferred a nice bowl of ice-cream, though Aunt Petunia wasn't likely to give it to him unless he ate his salad first.

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Uncle Vernon frowned, looking Harry up and down as he placed a plate of salad and sliced ham down upon the table. Aunt Petunia placed the butter and bread beside it. Uncle Vernon was about to comment on Harry's clothing, but Harry saw Aunt Petunia give him a quick look, and he closed his mouth. He guessed that Aunt Petunia was still fearful of the wizards turning up upon their front lawn. Harry ate silently, not particularly enjoying the salad, but Aunt Petunia made sure he had a decent slice of ham, so it was not all that bad. He chewed slowly, savouring the taste, wondering how long it would all last. Aunt Petunia was first to finished. She walked into the kitchen, returning some time later with a bowl of ice-cream for Dudley and a small cardboard box.

"Duddikins, since you aren't going on holiday, your father and I have brought you a little present," she said indicating the box. Dudley immediately left the table, bowl of ice-cream in his hand, and followed his mother up the stairs towards his room.

"Where are you going that Dudley isn't?" Harry asked of Uncle Vernon.

"A business holiday," he grunted. "Dudley would get bored. Mrs Figg next door will be coming by each night to check on the both of you, so don't even think about getting up to anything boy!" Harry nodded, and left the table, thinking that he should most probably get back to his room before he got involved in any heated arguments. He heard Dudley and Aunt Petunia talking in the room just down the hall. He guessed that Dudley may have received a new computer game. Harry entered his room, shutting the door behind him, and looked around slowly. His eyes fell upon the pieces of parchment upon his desk, and he thought that he should perhaps make a start to the two final letters.

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Professor McGonagall

I hope that this letter finds you well. I have been enjoying my holidays to a certain extent, and received your letter regarding the test that you believe I should take. The decision was not really difficult, and I have decided that I will take the test and see how things go. Thanks for arranging this second opportunity. I will try my hardest to not let you down.

Harry Potter

Harry was unsure how to start his next letter. He reached for the piece of parchment that he had placed upon his desk and read the name. 'Clarissa Wood.' He let out a long sigh and wished that he had told her who he was the day before. To say it in a letter didn't seem right really, and Harry was almost positive that she would not believe him. Harry shook his head, confused, and thought that he'd just put quill to parchment and see what he came up with.

Clarissa

Hello. If you remember, we met briefly in a jewellery shop just yesterday. Hope you are well and enjoying yourself and all that. Before I write anything else, I think that I should tell you who I am, and it isn't as simple as just giving you a name. Who you saw yesterday doesn't even exist. My name is Harry Potter. Yesterday, that face you saw, it was just a disguise, a mask to protect my identity. Each half hour I would take a sweet developed by Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' and I would keep that identity. It was amazingly convenient being able to walk around without being recognised. Nonetheless, I should probably finish up here and wait to see what your reaction is. If you don't want to believe me that is fine. I probably wouldn't believe me either…

Harry

PS – Thanks for the ring. Much appreciated!

Harry read the letter over, and was sorely tempted to throw it in the bin. Not even he would believe what he had just read, and he knew that he was Harry Potter. He sighed and stopped himself from disposing of it, folding it quickly and sealing it. Stretching, Harry reached out and picked up the ring that Clarissa had given him. He slipped it onto the middle finger of his left hand, admiring the gleam that came off it. He picked up the watch next, the last item upon his desk, and he fitted it snugly around his left wrist, fiddling with the hands until they displayed the correct time. He looked down at it admiringly, but heard Uncle Vernon thudding up the stairs and hurriedly pushed everything out of sight. He had done the right thing, as suddenly, the door burst open and Uncle Vernon's face was peering around the room, lingering for a while on the open life of the trunk and empty bags in the corner.

"Right, your Aunt and I are off boy! We'll be gone for an entire week so I want you to behave and not get up to any funny stuff. Mrs Figg will be in to check on you every night! You'll be going to her place in two weeks when we have our dinner party."

He turned his back and walked out the room, closing the door behind him. Harry walked over to his window and watched the car leave the property and drive down the street and out of sight. Once it had disappeared, he heard Dudley rushing into the kitchen. Harry opened his door and followed him down. Dudley was digging around in the freezer, obviously intent on eating more ice-cream. He looked up as Harry walked in.

"This is great!" spoke Dudley to Harry, which he was only doing because of his happiness. "My parents are gone for a whole week and I only have to behave myself when old Mrs Figg comes round." He found a bowl and spoon and started filling the bowl.

"Want some?" he asked Harry with a sneer. Harry just shook his head and Dudley shrugged, placing an extra scoop into his bowl. Harry followed him outside and sat down on the Dursley's plastic chairs. Dudley looked at him for a moment, and then began eating. Harry felt his eyes on him every once and a while.

"What?" he said at last, as he glanced over at Dudley. Dudley quickly looked down into his bowl of ice-cream.

"Well," he started taking a deep breath and scraping the edges of his bowl with his spoon, "I just wanted to say thanks."

He took another scoop of ice-cream into his mouth. Harry was perplexed.

"Thanks? Thanks for what?"

"Well, for saving my life last summer, of course!"

"Dudley that was a whole year ago you know!"

"Yes, well I never got around to saying it then, did I? Apparently those Dementors were very dangerous things."

"They are."

"So thanks!"

"Well, you are welcome I guess…"

Harry was stunned. He reached down to his arm and pinched himself. This didn't slip by Dudley.

"Look, I know I might not be the nicest person to you in the world, but I can say thanks can't I? I might not like doing it, but it is the right thing to do!"

"Dudley, what on earth do you know about right? You beat up ten year olds and vandalise the park!"

"Yes, but I still know how to say thankyou!"

Harry shook his head lightly and let out a sigh. He pointed at Dudley's training equipment.

"Do you want to show me how to use it?"

"What on earth do you need to train for?"

"Well, it usually helps if you are fit when you are playing sports Dudley."

"Right… Well I guess I could give you a few pointers. Consider it me paying back that debt."

Harry shrugged, and walked over to Dudley's set of weights.

"What should I start on?"

"Well, just start light. Keep putting weights on until you find a level that challenges you."

Harry did as Dudley said, starting off light and working his way up from there. Before long, he had found a level which he thought challenged him nicely, and he began to lift them a number of times until he felt his arms weaken and give way on him. He sat up gasping.

"How did I do?" he asked Dudley.

"Not too bad," he stated. "But you should set yourself some goals. Like, do you want to build up muscle, or do you just want to get fit, or do you just want to keep the pounds away. You know things like that."

"Oh, well I just want to get fitter than I am really. Also gives me something to do over the summer."

"That's true. Well if you want to get fit, you should run around the yard, and use my boxing bag. But you had better not break or damage anything!"

"As if I would do something like that Dudley," Harry smirked.

"Yes, well you know what will happen if you do." He cracked his knuckles threateningly. Harry just rolled his eyes at him, and stood up to start doing laps of the yard. By the time he finished, he was breathing heavily. He sat down upon one of the plastic hairs, feeling the legs buckle slightly as he collapsed into it. Dudley was moving around the boxing bag, throwing powerful punches at it, but always keeping a fist in front of his head to protect himself. After one particularly awesome swing, he moved away and wiped himself down with his shirt.

"It is hot today isn't it? I might go watch a movie. You want to come? Must be boring up in your room, yes?"

Harry thought about it for a second, hoping that this was actually Dudley trying to be nice to him and not some cruel joke. He thought he might as well give it a go. If Dudley was to try and do anything, he could always try and sprint up to his room. He swallowed.

"Ok then."

Dudley nodded with a quick smile, and turned and made his way towards the television. Harry followed somewhat apprehensively, and it wasn't until he and Dudley were both laughing together that he began to relax and sink farther into the deep couch.

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"Hello Remus! Hello Tonks! It is delightful to see you once more!"

"Hello Arabella. Has Harry informed you of the tutoring we are giving him?"

"No, no I'm afraid he hasn't."

"Well that is why we are here. We need to help him get into Advanced Potions."

"Oh I see. Well he is currently laughing away with his cousin in the next room. You will have to drag him away from the television if you want to do any tutoring."

The two looked at each other shocked and rushed into the living room.

"Oh hello," laughed Harry as he saw them rush in. Remus noticed Dudley watching them warily. "We are just watching a movie. I guess you are going to drag me away for tutoring are you?"

They both nodded, still seemingly getting over the fact that the two cousins getting along. Harry sighed and stood.

"Well I had better leave you alone out here Dudley."

Dudley nodded. Harry could tell he was scared off Remus and Tonks, especially Remus who kept shooting him unfriendly and suspicious looks.

"Remus?" questioned Harry. "Come on, let's get to it."

Remus tore his eyes from Dudley, gave Harry a quick grin and headed up the stairs with Tonks in close pursuit. Harry closed the door quietly behind them and went to sit down upon his bed.

"So how did you sleep last night?" asked Remus, who had sat beside him. Tonks had taken the chair at his desk.

"I didn't have a single nightmare!" Harry exclaimed happily.

"Excellent! Well Harry, we should get to it. We aren't going to start making any potions until you have learned a little more about these potion ingredients you should be working with."

Harry sighed and nodded glumly.

"So how are we doing this?" Harry asked. "Am I going over notes or something?"

"No. We will be quizzing you to make it a little more fun." Harry's eyes lit up.

"That does sound better than going over notes."

So they began. Two hours passed in Harry's room, in which Tonks and Remus had made extensive notes about exactly what he was required to learn. Another hour passed and by that time Harry's head was full to bursting with the knowledge he had gained. Remus was reading over their list of aims while Harry repeated what he had learned. Tonks was listening idly and flicking through the items upon Harry's desk. She came across Albus' letter and the Chocolate Frog cards.

"Oh that was nice of Albus wasn't it?"

"Hmm?" murmured Remus looking up. Tonks showed him the letter and the cards.

"Pretty cool huh?" asked Harry as Remus looked down at the cards of Lily and James Potter.

"Very!" murmured Remus. He placed the cards and letter back into Tonks hands. "He never told us anything about this, did he Tonks?"

"No, he must have done it of his own accord."

Remus stretched, folding up the list of notes and looked over at Harry.

"Well, I think we have probably done enough for tonight," he said. "Have you gone through all that shopping Harry? I notice you are wearing your new watch and clothes."

Tonks was looking at Harry approvingly and gave him a quick wink. Harry grinned back.

"I've been through most of it. I was just wondering if you could enlarge my photo album. You see, I saw that Sirius had left me photos in that box of his, but I don't have anywhere to put them."

Remus nodded understandingly.

"I think we can manage that." Harry stood and brought the photo album and photos over to the desk where Remus cast a quick charm upon the album, adding a number of pages. They had an enjoyable time sorting through the photos, Remus being able to explain a story behind many of them. There were photos of Sirius, Remus, James and Lily. Some were at Hogwarts, others were at picnics or weddings, and there were even some from the Potters family home. The fact that Wormtail was not in any of the photos did not escape Harry's eye. He guessed that Sirius had disposed of them. Harry was quite shocked when he found photos of Remus and Sirius with a baby Harry in their arms. He looked over at Remus and grinned.

"You were quite a wild baby Harry. Sirius lost quite a bit of hair to those little hands of yours, but he could never resist picking you up once more. Lily took most of these photos. It was almost impossible for her to not take photos. I believe that Sirius had hundreds of them at one stage, but he thought that it was best to sort through them and keep the best of the best."

Tonks laughed suddenly, and Harry saw that she was looking at a photo of him in the bath. He had a merry smile plastered upon his face as he brought his hands down. His palms splashed down into the water, spraying his mother with water as she tried to bathe him. She looked shocked for a second and then she began laughing, planting a kiss on his forehead. Remus smiled fondly as he looked at that photo, and he slid it into the photo album. He was now holding the last photo in his hands. He was smiling, but Harry sensed sadness. He caught Harry watching him and slid the photo into his hands. Harry looked down at it. His mother and father were standing there, holding a baby Harry between them. On one side was Remus, and on the other side was Sirius. They were all dressed up smartly, the males in black suits with gold ties and Lily in a shimmering dress of gold, a bright silver necklace around her neck. Harry was dressed in a bright red.

"That was the last photo taken of them before they died. Wormtail took it at a reunion at Hogwarts over the summer break sometime in August. There was no time for any more photos after that. Things began to really heat up."

Harry looked down at them sadly, and placed it into the last remaining slot in his photo album. Remus squeezed his shoulders gently.

"How about you get some sleep?"

Harry nodded slowly, and Remus and Tonks led him to his bed. Once more, the two of them stayed with him until they could hear his gentle breathing. It had only taken half an hour this time. Once more, the two transformed into mice, crept from the house, and apparated away.

-

Harry woke to a soft tapping. At first he thought that it must be his Aunt Petunia trying to get him to make breakfast, but when he heard no yelling, he knew that it was not so. Harry slowly opened his eyes, sitting up and looking towards the door. The tapping sounded once more, and Harry turned. Hedwig was at his window, sitting on the sill outside and tapping on the glass gently. Harry stood and pulled the window open. Hedwig gave a soft hoot and jumped upon Harry's outstretched arm, letting him stroke her soft plumage.

"I have two more letters for you to take with you later on today," spoke Harry softly placing Hedwig be her cage so that she could dip her beak into her water dish. She nibbled at his finger softly before closing her eyes and placing her head beneath her wing. Harry grinned at her and his eyes fell back upon his bed. He smiled. Why shouldn't he sleep for a while longer? He pulled the sheets close around him and closes his eyes, placing the pillow over his head to block out the sunlight.

-

The week passed too quickly for Harry's liking. Each morning he would rise and cook breakfast for Dudley, teaching him a thing or two about the kitchen. Dudley was not willing at first, but eventually he agreed that they could go out for walks. Harry insisted that they tell Mrs Figg first, and Dudley agreed somewhat half-heartedly.

"Look Dudley, it is very important that if I am attacked someone will know where I was."

Dudley was not too keen on this at first either. The Dementor attack would not leave his mind in a hurry, and he was constantly looking back over his shoulder as they walked down to the park. They did this each morning after breakfast, Dudley disappearing to visit friends once they reached the park, leaving Harry to walk back on his own. Each afternoon, Dudley would help Harry exercise. Harry was quite impressed with his increase in stamina. Although he had told Dudley that he was exercising for Quidditch, he was also doing it in case he ever needed to escape from Voldemort again.

"Running saved my life," he murmured to himself one afternoon as Dudley fished around for a video for them to watch. "Being able to run faster has to do something…"

-

Soon enough Monday came around, and his Aunt and Uncle were due back sometime that afternoon. Harry had just made Dudley a sandwich using the supplies his Aunt had left. She had left enough for two for each and every meal. There were plates in the fridge laden with bits of paper and cooking instructions. Harry hadn't even read half of them. He knew well enough how to prepare food, and it was common sense to give the plates with the most food to Dudley.

Harry was walking towards the living room, a sandwich of his own in his hand, when he noticed Dudley lounging around the telephone. He was sitting on a chair beside it, a piece of paper in his hand, drumming his fingers idly upon the plastic receiver.

"What's up?" asked Harry.

"Umm...nothing."

"Who do you want to ring?" asked Harry curiously.

Dudley looked at him for a moment. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Promise," spoke Harry nodding.

"I met a girl last school term. I quite liked her, and she ended up giving me her number. She wanted me to call over the holidays. I guess I am nervous and don't know what to say."

"Well I am not really any better at this than you Dudley. Err…I would probably just treat her like a friend. So just ring her up and just pretend she is like your best friend. Ask how she is, what she has been doing, tell what you have been up to."

Harry thought back to his date with Cho.

"I think you should show an interest in her too. So ask her questions so it sounds like you want to know lots about her. Try not too mentioning any other girls either."

Dudley nodded, trying to take in everything that Harry had said.

"How do you know all that?" asked Dudley.

"I don't!" said Harry. It was only a half lie. "I just guessed, so don't take it all too seriously."

"Ok I see. Well, do you mind leaving me to it than?"

Harry shrugged and walked out to begin beating the boxing bag.

-

"I did it!" declared Dudley.

"Huh?" asked Harry confused turning to look at him. Something large and heavy collided with his head and Harry found himself upon the pavement. He could hear Dudley laughing, and he stood, grinning stupidly. His eyes weren't really registering what was before him, so Dudley appeared as nothing more than a large blur. He swayed dizzily and had to grab onto the table to stop him self from falling once more. Harry was slightly surprised when he suddenly felt Dudley leading him inside. Harry collapsed onto the couch, Dudley leaving for a minute and than returning and placing something cold upon his forehead. Harry gripped at the ice, letting a shiver run through his body.

"What happened?" he asked shakily. Dudley smirked.

"You didn't stop the boxing bag before starting to talk. It swung right back into you. It was so funny!" Harry let out a sarcastic laugh.

"It doesn't feel very funny."

"Well, no, it probably wouldn't. Being hit by a fist is bad enough, let alone a boxing bag. How about we finish watching that movie?"

Harry nodded meekly. As Dudley went searching for the video, Harry thought about what he had to attend to that night. Remus had said that Harry would probably be ready to start making potions soon. The week had almost passed, and Harry had not so much as touched a cauldron. He thought that he may have forgotten everything else he had learned in his life, only to have it replaced with information on potion ingredients. He shuddered at the thought. Potions were interesting enough. The polyjuice potion he had taken in his second year had been quite an experience, but Harry wasn't sure if he was willing to become an expert on the subject. He was beginning to feel some what like Hermione must do.

Harry had not yet mentioned the Dark Arts book to anyone, but he had glanced at it when the sun was shining high in the sky and Dudley's stereo was beating. It was impossible not too shudder at a number of spells, but Harry did not understand the half of it, and was in no way sure of how reading what he had was going to help him out. He knew what Voldemort was capable of at least, but he had learned nothing that would help him stop the spells from affecting him. He sighed inwardly as he thought back to his attempt at the Cruciatius curse upon Bellatrix Lestrange at the end of the school year. He thought he had been angry enough and he shuddered at the thought that he hadn't really wanted to cause Bellatrix that pain after what she had done. He was sure that if he put his mind to it... He shuddered and pushed the thoughts from his mind.

Harry had to admit that he was looking quite forward to the school term. The things in his school books seemed most interesting. Harry was especially looking forward to Quidditch. He planned to spend a lot more time out on the pitch practicing, and was hoping that Katie (he guessed that she would be made Captain of the team) would turn out to be as much as a captain as Oliver Wood, turning them out every night to practice. His ambition was to play Quidditch if he never made an Auror, and he was thinking about doing it anyway one of these days just for a break from the tedious Auror studies. The movie finally roared into life and Harry and Dudley spent the next half hour or so laughing away at the antics of the comedians on the screen. Harry suspected that the credits would be rolling onto the screen soon, but before they had a chance, there was a crunch as the Dursley's car pulled into the driveway.

"They're home," spoke Dudley. "Let's get back out and pretend we're doing exercise."

Harry threw the ice pack to Dudley who quickly disposed of it. Dudley took the boxing bag and Harry began his twenty-five lap run around the yard. He had started at ten and so was quite impressed at how much his stamina had improved. He sprinted the first five laps and was jogging around on the eighth when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia walked out into the garden with tea, muffins and a present for Dudley. Harry ignored them and continued into his ninth lap.

"Diddikins!" exclaimed Aunt Petunia pulling him into a hug and thrusting the present into his arms. "Did you have a good time?"

"Great time," he said with a grin, placing the present down and throwing another swing at the boxing bag.

"Ah that's my boy, working out again for next year. Have to keep this boxing title."

Dudley grinned and resumed his punching.

"Boy!" shouted out Uncle Vernon. "Did you behave?"

"Sure," said Harry through his carefully paced breathing.

"And what did you do?"

"Homework and taught Dudley how to cook."

Uncle Vernon grunted at this. "Well he won't be living with you forever will he?" questioned Harry.

"Oh I hope you didn't mess up my kitchen."

"No of course not Aunt Petunia. Dudley stood over me and made sure everything was spotless."

"Oh what a good little boy you are!" she said pulling Dudley into another hug. "Come and have a drink of lemonade."

While the Dursley's ate, Harry continued running. Dudley opened his present, and then went inside to watch the afternoon television programs. Uncle Vernon had disappeared inside, but he came back out to start a BBQ. As Harry finished up, Uncle Vernon had just taken the sausages off and was starting to barbeque up some chicken. Harry started on the punching bag and Dudley came back out.

"Good Harry, your style is perfect. Now the only thing you have to do is focus on speed and power, but that will come with time. Let me see how hard your punch is."

He stood behind the punching bag, holding it for Harry, and Harry began punching once more. "Wow," spoke Dudley. "That's quite an impressive punch." Harry gave him a quick grin. He knew that Dudley was just saying that. His punch was nothing compared to Dudley's. Of course, playing Quidditch for so many years had built up his muscles slightly. It wasn't easy holding yourself on the broom with one hand and reaching for the snitch with the other. Harry had never thought about it at the time, but he knew his muscles had been aching during those moments. He stopped punching and resorted to sit-ups and push-ups. Dudley held his ankles while he did the sit-ups.

"And what, is going on here?" asked Uncle Vernon. The two boys looked at him as Harry finished up. They had forgotten all about his presence there. "Since when do you two work together? And since when do you exercise boy?"

Harry shrugged. "Don't, you shrug at me like that boy! What have you done to him?"

"Nothing," Harry replied defiantly. Uncle Vernon gave him a push and he tripped, hitting his head firmly against a weight. He jumped up and dove at his Uncle, but was backhanded across the face.

"Dad!" yelled Dudley fiercely. "Leave him alone. I was helping him train up for sport this year at school, because he taught me how to cook and pretty much saved my life last summer."

Uncle Vernon looked at him, but could see nothing wrong with his story, even though he probably dearly wanted to blame Harry for something. He turned his back on the two. He heard a sharp rap on the door and walked off. Dudley gave Harry his hand and pulled him up.

"Oh it is you again!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully from the door. "I guess you want to teach the boy a thing or two."

"Correct! However, today I need you to do us a favour."

"A favour? What kind of favour?"

"Well, basically I and my colleague would appreciate some of that chicken that you are cooking. It smells beautiful. And because we are invading your personal space, I would appreciate it if you took these flowers and gave them to your wife."

"Of course, of course, that won't be a problem. I don't want to interrupt any of your sessions, so I will just have the food slipped through the flap upon the boy's door."

Harry walked into the hall as Uncle Vernon closed the door behind Remus and Tonks.

"What happened to your face Potter," spat Remus as though disgusted.

"Wasn't being careful enough in boxing sir," he spoke formally. "And the bag hit me in the face." Remus smirked at him.

"Right, upstairs now!" Tonks said sternly. "We have quite a few lessons to teach you!"

Uncle Vernon looked as though he had won the lottery. "You heard them boy! Upstairs! Now!"

-

By the time Harry got into his room his lip was numb, as he had been digging his teeth into it to stop from laughing. He heard the silencing charm go up and then he collapsed to the bed laughing. The adults joined in.

"Oh you two were great. You've got him wrapped around your finger now."

They grinned at him.

"So what really happened," Tonks asked as she indicated the bruise on his face.

"Uncle Vernon and I got in a fight over me and Dudley being…umm…friendly with each other. He gave me a push and I tripped hitting my head against the weights. I dove at him and he hit me."

"Before we get you out of here," said Remus through gritted teeth. "I am going to curse that man all the way back to last Christmas."

Harry smiled at Remus' concern. Tonks muttered a quick healing charm while Remus locked the door. "So you are alright yes?" asked Remus, putting an arm around him and peering into his face. Harry nodded.

"Of course I am. So what are we doing tonight?"

"It is time to make some potions Harry. We have one week. Your test is next Friday. When do you have to go to Mrs Figg's?"

"I think that that will be on Wednesday."

"Well Hermione and Ron plan to meet you there," said Remus. "Oh by the way, you have been reinstated onto the Quidditch team. You do have your broomstick yes?" Harry nodded and pointed towards the corner.

"I went and got it back at the end of last school year."

-

Although they were learning about Potions, Harry had to admit that it was rather fun. They just revised everything that they had gone over in the past years, and Harry found that he had no problems when there was a recipe beside him to help. He practiced the more complicated potions, which consisted of a certain number of stirs and precise measurements and temperatures. By the end of the night, Harry was confident that he could produce a potion in the time allocated. He would make the odd mistake through lack of concentration, but it was usually not enough of an error to affect the potion in a lethal manner.

"Harry," said Remus with a grin as they cleaned up their materials, "I think you are in with a chance now. We will continue revising till Tuesday night, and if you want to study any farther then that, then that is your choice. All you have to worry about is not letting Professor Snape get to you. He will be, unfortunately for you, supervising the test."

Harry groaned. "Well I guess that I had to face him if I passed the test anyway. As long as he doesn't fail me deliberately, like drop my potion or something, there shouldn't be any problems."

Remus looked stern. "If he does, I'll kill him!"

"Remus!" scolded Tonks. "You have to stop resorting to violence."

He grinned at her. "You're right Tonks. I'll just make sure he is the target of a few good pranks!"

Harry laughed, but stopped suddenly as he heard a number of plates clatter to the floor. Uncle Vernon's hand was pushing a number of plates into the room, though Harry noted that he had not been provided with one.

"How goes everything in here?" asked Uncle Vernon poking his head into the room and obviously bypassing the silencing charms.

"Quite well thankyou," spoke Tonks. "I think that we are finally getting through to the boy!"

Uncle Vernon smirked at Harry, and then withdrew his head and departed. Tonks rolled here eyes.

"You know, I think he may be worse than you Remus!"

"Nymphadora! You do realise that you couldn't have given me a worse insult right?"

Tonks just rolled her eyes again and went to collect the food.

"I am starving!" They shared everything around. Aunt Petunia had placed enough upon the plates to feed about four people. Harry wondered if she aware of who they really were and that they would give Harry a share of their food. He let the thought drift through his mind and then quickly disappear.

-

It went on like this until Tuesday night, Harry revising Potions. Harry felt somewhat guilty and disappointed in himself for spending so much time studying. Sometimes he dearly hoped that revising like this would actually save his life. It wasn't easy, even with Voldemort out there, to be motivated, especially when it was the summer holidays. Harry sometimes wished that the prophecy had given a certain place and a certain date that they would meet. He hated the feeling of knowing that he could run into Voldemort at any time. Although he tried desperately to stop it, each morning when he woke up a voice would sound in his head. This could be your last day alive. Harry had managed to convince himself otherwise by repeatedly telling himself that Privet Drive was the safest place for him, despite the fact that Hogwarts felt more so.

-

The sun had just set below the horizon and Tonks and Remus were preparing to leave. They both had duty that night and had been forced to come and revise with Harry earlier than usual.

"Tonight was our last revision night with you Harry. We'll leave it all to you now. On Friday you will be taking the test which will determine if you can go into Advanced Potions or not. Ron will be taking it with you. He has already taken a Transfiguration test."

"Did he get the correct score?"

"I don't really know. Professor McGonagall is more lenient with regards to her classes. She just turned up and had him answer a few questions about Transfiguration to demonstrate his knowledge. He is allowed to enter the class, as she believes that he will be able to handle the work. All she is asked is that he concentrates."

Harry nodded. "At least he will be there beside me than."

Remus smiled. "True. Also, after the test on Friday morning, you will return here, but on Saturday morning, you will be taken to the Burrow. Mrs Weasley has returned there this summer to spend a little more time with her family. Dumbledore granted her permission, and has urged the rest of the Weasley family to have a break whenever they feel like it. If they want to work, he gives them the night shifts, and that way they are home during the day. Anyway, Mrs Weasley is looking forward to having you there."

Harry grinned happily, looking eager to his stay there.

"What about you Remus? Will I still get to see you?"

Remus smiled and ruffled his messy black hair. "Of course Harry! I will drop by whenever I can. I am receiving the same treatment as the Weasley's really, as Dumbledore wants you and me to spend some time together."

"Do you think we will be able to? Spend some time alone together I mean. You know, just talk. No revision or anything…"

Remus smiled once more. "I'd really love to do that Harry. I'll try and organise something as soon as I can."

Harry blushed slightly. "Don't worry Harry," chided Remus softly. "I am just as new to all of this as you."

Harry looked into his eyes and saw the truth there. He smiled shyly.

"I know. It's just that I have never really been treated like this. Sirius was always in hiding you know…"

He wiped his eyes before the tears could surface. Remus squeezed his shoulder affectionately. "He would have loved to have treated you like a father. It is why he offered you a home when you were in his third year."

Harry nodded, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. Tonks was flicking idly through a book in the corner, feeling as if she was interrupting the two.

"Thanks Remus," murmured Harry in a just audible whisper.

"Come here!" Remus pulled Harry into a one armed hug. "Everything will be fine Harry. Just you wait and see…"

Harry nodded and sniffed. He looked over at Tonks.

"I guess you feel kind of awkward?" She shuffled her feet around guiltily and gave him a shy smile.

"I am just happy that you two have each other."

Remus sat Harry down on the bed and walked over towards the door.

"We'll see you on Friday Harry ok?"

"Sure," Harry spoke quietly. Tonks waved her wand and Harry guessed that the silencing charms had vanished, as he heard the roar of the Dursley's television from downstairs. The two walked out the door, and Harry listened as his Uncle saw them out. He watched as they walked down the path and towards Mrs Figg's house, Remus raising a hand in farewell before walking inside, where he would apparate away.

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