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A/N: Here's the next chapter. Yay! You only had to wait four days. Hope you enjoy this chapter because it might be a while before I can update again. I have band camp for two weeks, summer homework that I haven't done, and a few other things that I have to do before school starts in about a month. I will try to type the next chapter up in my spare time and post it as soon as possible. R&R please.

A/N 2: I have wrote a song fic that I hope to post soon. If you like that sort of thing then go read it when I post it and let me know what you think.

dave-gerecke : I hope this chapter answers you question on the goblins. Sorry about the spelling mistakes in the last chapter. My spell check kept messing up and I'm a horrible speller so I depend on spell check. Thanks for the Review.

Shinigami : It isn't for the greater good that Harry stays there but Dumbledore seems to think so. I'm sure about the voices. That is just Harry's way of expressing his different feelings on a topic. I have a question for you. Were you implying that I was joking about abuse or just stating that it wasn't a joke? If it was the former then I didn't mean for it to sound like that and I would gladly correct it if you will point it out. I agree that Harry can't continue to live like that but I'm not going to have Harry go to therapy. In my story he is going to deal with it on his own but he does have people to talk to. Thanks for your Review and please review again or e-mail me to let me know.

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Ch.4 Talk of Family and a Night Out

"Boy, get over here!" Harry heard his uncle call when he slipped back into the house. Getting by Mundungus had been easier than the first time considering that the man was hid in the bushes fast asleep with an empty bottle of Fire Whiskey in his hand and the invisibility cloak he was suppose to be wearing was only covering his legs.

"What?" asked Harry. 'I really don't feel like a fight right now.'

"Don't use that tone with me! Where have you been these last few days? Petunia told me that you haven't done one chore since you stepped foot in this house. I don't care what those freaks said," the word freaks was hissed in a way that reminded Harry of Voldemort, "you are going to do your part in the house work. If one of those freaks says a word to me I'll kick you out of this house..." Vernon went on and on about how Harry owed them. Their was no way Harry was going to take another summer of their shit.

"I don't owe you a damn thing." Harry told him in a voice that dared him to interrupt. "Since the moment I was left here the three of you have treated me like your personal servant. Instead of a bedroom you stuffed me into a cupboard so that I 'wouldn't take up space'. For clothes you gave me Dudley's old ones that were ten times to big. I was given only enough food to keep me alive. The only reason you allowed me to go to school was because it was against the law for me not to and when I got there that pig you call your son made sure that I didn't have any friends. I don't owe you anything." By now Vernon's face was dangerously purple and he looked like he was about to explode.

"You..." Harry cut him off before he could say another word.

"If you would like to discuss this further their is a wizard," Harry spoke the word slightly louder than the others just to annoy Vernon, "in the front yard who would be more than happy to talk with you." Harry walked passed a stuttering Vernon and straight up the stairs to his room.

Harry fell back onto his bed. He had finally figured it out. It had been easy to sort out his memories. He didn't even have to try anymore, it was something he did automatically. The blocks had been the hard part. The normal walls that his occlumency book talked about wouldn't work for him. If he used those walls then he wouldn't get the real visions that let him know what Voldemort is up to (which was probably Dumbledore's plan) and if he did nothing then Voldemort would be able to send him false visions. Harry had to have the real visions because that was his only source of information on what Voldemort planning. Even if they knew the order wouldn't give him information that he would need, like where Voldemort planned on attacking next. Harry also didn't want to take the risk of being given false information, he didn't think he would be able to handle the effects of that again. Instead he had found a way to adjust the walls so that they blocked the fake visions and kept Voldemort, and anyone else, out of his mind but allowed him to enter Voldemort's when he had a vision. He had built the normal walls around his link to Voldemort and on his link he had put a type of filter. In the end he had organized his memories so that the ones that didn't really matter were in the front and only protected by the original wall and the memories that had a little significance behind another wall that was behind the first set of memories and so on until he got to the most important memories that were at the very back with several walls protecting them.

After Harry had figured out how to build the walls it had taken him every minute of a week to do it, but they were still extremely weak. He would have to work hard to get them to a level where they would actually be of some help. All of the work had taken a toll on Harry and now he was exhausted. It was nearly midnight but no matter how tired he was he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. This was the first time that he had had a second to think after sorting through all his memories and now he couldn't stop thinking about everything . Silently he slipped out of the house and started walking. It didn't take more than a second for him to hear the familiar footsteps of a guard behind him.

"You alright Harry?" Hestia Jones asked with a kind smile after slipping off the invisibility cloak.

"I'm fine, just felt like a walk." Hestia gave him a strange look after checking her watch before shrugging and following behind him.

Harry found his feet leading him towards the swings in the park. 'Fate is cruel.' Harry thought. 'I'm told I have to kill or be killed but I'm not given a clue as to how to kill him. A power that don't I know of but apparently have, that's really helpful. On top of all that, my whole family is taken away from me. My parents, Sirius, and then Dumbledore. Maybe he wasn't actually family but I use to consider him as a grandfather-of-sorts, some one I could go to no matter how bad things got. Then he goes and ignores me for a whole bloody year before telling me he has been lying to me the whole time. I don't know why I ever trusted a man who would leave an innocent child with in a place he knew was unfit. A place where he knew I would be neglected and abused. The Dursleys might be my blood relatives, but they definitely aren't family. The only thing they have ever done for me is shown me the type of person that I never want to be. I have my friends though and I'm thankful of that, but they don't understand. I wished I had some one to talk to who would understand, who wouldn't think of me as anyone else besides plain old Harry Potter. I wished I had my family back.' Harry was torn from his thoughts by the sound of a faint 'pop' coming from the trees at his left. He studied the area while tightening his grip on his wand. He didn't see or here anything else for a few seconds before the same sound reached his ears again and he spotted a figure walking in his direction.

"It's just me." Harry recognized Remus' voice.

"Hey Moony..." Harry stopped as soon as he realized what he had called him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." That name must drag up so many memories for him.

"It's o.k.," there was a faint smile on his lips, "I've missed being called that. You always miss the small things the most of all."

"I miss how he always seemed so concerned about me, not the boy-who-lived, but me and when he would tell me about my parents." Harry finally felt like he could talk about it.

"Well, anytime you feel like it I'll tell you anything you want to know about them. Sirius wasn't the only one who truly cared about you Harry. I know you are learning that you can't trust everyone that you thought you could but don't give up on all of us." Harry could tell Remus was sincere. It finally clicked and he realized what an idiot he was. He felt like slapping himself. Ever since Harry had first meet him (the first time he remembered at least) Remus had always been there to lend an ear and if anyone understood how he felt now it would be Remus. Harry's family was Remus' family. The only difference is that Remus was much closer to them. Maybe Remus wouldn't know what it felt like to have the weight of the world on his shoulders but he wouldn't let Harry carry it alone. Harry's friends wouldn't either, they had been by him through everything and he didn't know what had made him think they would just give up on him. He had some explanations due.

"Thanks Remus, I really needed that." Harry looked over at Remus. He hadn't lost all of his family but he had been ignoring them.

"I figured you did. Your friends had wanted me to talk to you and you looked like you were having a ruff night."

"Ruff life, but I thought it was worse than it is." Harry whispered but Remus managed to hear him. Remus gave him a sad smile. "Are they staying at headquarter?"

"No. Dumbledore has made sure their house is safe," Harry rolled his eyes. He knew Dumbledore's idea of 'safe'. "and Molly has decided that it's better if they're not even in the house during meetings. They come for dinner afterward sometimes. No one is really their at night except the daughter of one of the new members. Dumbledore has kept us all pretty busy. That asshole didn't even let Tonks have a hour off after that night." He choked out the last two words.

"Why do you take his crap?" Harry asked. Remus had been putting up with Dumbledore for much longer than Harry had and he was already sick of it.

"I won't be able to sleep peacefully until Voldemort is dead and Dumbledore is the only one who will accept the help of a werewolf. He wasn't always like this you know. When we first formed the order he actually cared about us. It didn't take him long to get wrapped up in the war. It's kind of like when you play a game of chess. When you start you are careful not to lose any of your pieces but in the end you'll sacrifice anything to secure a win." Remus tried to explain.

"Life sucks." Harry stated.

"Sometimes. Unfortunately, I have news that isn't going to make it much better. I've been ordered not to tell you this but Dumbledore should know by now that my family comes first. He started blocking your mail since a few nights after you and Tonks went shopping. He was hopping to keep the information on Sirius' will reading from you. It's going to be on August 3 at 2:00. Dumbledore is planning on doing everything he can to keep you from being there."

"Is Dumbledore going to be there?"

"Not if the goblins have their way. Bill reported that the president of the bank has made it one of his priorities to make sure they contacted you. They had been cooperating better with the order and then Dumbledore had to go and blow it again."

"What happened?" Harry knew it was important to have support from every group.

"Almost two weeks ago one of the managers of the bank reported to us that you had been at Gringotts. Dumbledore went to talk to them himself when he found out that this person had been let into your vaults. He was furious with them. He went storming into the presidents office and started yelling at the goblin. He wanted to know why some kid was let into your vault, even if he had the key. There was no way it could have been you because Dumbledore told us he knew for a fact that you hadn't left the wards all day and we all know that nothing gets past him." Remus gave Harry a huge grin as he spoke the last few words sarcastically. "What made it worse is that the goblins had swore that they would report anything like that immediately. Dumbledore took this to mean that he would know before anyone was let into your vaults and the goblins thought this meant that he would be told within a day or two. Well, goblins really don't like being yelled at so they kicked him out of the bank. A few days later some goblin that is good friends Bill told him they would be sending letters out with a date for the reading soon and that it would be best if Dumbledore didn't show up. That's when Dumbledore started blocking your mail."

"I would have payed to see Dumbledore get kicked out of the bank" Harry laughed at the image. "What did you mean by Dumbledore blowing it again? What happened last time?"

"He didn't really blow it the first time considering we had their cooperation but it took a lot of work to get there. The thing goblins hate is people interfering with their work and when your parents died that is exactly what he did. He tried to get control of your inheritance so that he could make sure that you didn't get access to it before you were of age. I'm happy to say that he failed miserably. It wouldn't have mattered anyway though because your parents' will stated that if they died that your guardianship was to be passed on to Sirius no matter what. Now that he is dead Dumbledore is afraid that Sirius has left you without a legal guardian and with you turning sixteen before the reading that means that you will automatically be emancipated and gain control of your inheritance. Even from beyond the grave Sirius is a hell raiser." Remus told him with a chuckle.

"Besides losing a little of the control he thinks he has over me what is so bad about me being emancipated? And how would keeping me from gong to the will reading stop me from being emancipated?" Harry asked. This was getting interesting. He had Dumbledore worried about something and he hadn't even lifted a finger.

"It only worries him because, one, he doesn't want to lose any control over anyone (he's a major control freak) and, two, he is afraid you might gain control of headquarters. He figures that if he can stop you from getting their you won't be able to sign the papers and he will have bought himself a little more time to think of a law he can twist to fit his needs."

"Why would Sirius leave headquarters to me and not to the order?" Harry was confused. Sirius was a member of the order and he said himself that the house was the only contribution he could make to the order.

"Sirius and Dumbledore were on worse terms than you think and Sirius never had a problem with revenge when he thought it was deserved. He also knew that the one person who hated being controlled by Dumbledore as much as him was you. He thought he would help you get a little control."

"You say all of that as if you already know who Sirius left the house to." Harry accused.

"How would I know a thing like that?" Remus asked as he pulled an innocent face. "So, do you want to come? I'll figure out a way to get you there if you do."

"I'll be there but I won't need any help."

"Are you sure?" all he got was a nod from Harry. "Great! Besides you and Tonks, no one else who really knew him will be there. I don't think I could do this alone."

"What's family for? I would be there just because you asked me to."

"Thanks Bambi." Remus laughed when he saw the face Harry made at the nickname. "You didn't mind the name when you were a baby." Remus went on to tell him a story about his parents, himself, Sirius, and Remus watching some muggle cartoon that gave them the idea for his old nickname. Harry wasn't alone, he had a huge family that included everything from a werewolf to a bookworm.

Harry closed his book on understanding magic. He was finally finished and now he had some major work to do. He could do all of the defensive and offensive spells he knew, his occlumency walls were becoming much stronger, he could do almost all of the charms and transfiguration in the books he had bought, he was doing well in healing considering he was a beginner, and he now had several new dueling tips and strategies. Harry knew that he still had a long way to go. He couldn't appaparate yet, his potions needed a lot more work (although he did have a better understanding of the simple rules your suppose to be taught before you start making potions), he need a much better understanding of the laws than he has, and he had just started his work on advanced and wandless magic. Even while he was learning those he had another project to be working on. According to his book on understanding magic you don't need a wand or an incantation to do a spell. Wizards starting using those along time ago because it helped people learn faster. The wand is used to focus your magic on a certain object but with enough concentration you can do wandless magic. The incantation is used for focusing on what you want the spell to do. Many people stop speaking incantations and just say them in their mind once they are use to a certain spell. Some people have even learned to do spells without ever knowing the spells incantation.

This is where Harry's project came in to play. If his theory was correct then, without his wand or an incantation, he should be able to take spells and combine them to achieve a different result. He would just have to learn how to focus his magic on the right objects and how to mold the magic to do what he wants. He planned on testing this theory but it would have to wait. Tonight he was going to read up on the laws for a few hours before going to bed, or so he thought. He stood up off the bed and walked over to his desk to grab his book. Before laying back down and reading he stopped at the window to look out at the sky that had just started turning dark.

Harry had been reading for only a few minutes when a knock on his window caught his attention. He glanced up at the window and promptly fell off the bed. There was some one at his window! He grabbed his wand and inched toward it. On closer inspection he realized that the person was Vanessa and she was struggling to open the window without falling off the drainpipe. He hurried to open the window and stepped back as she tried to climb in.

"About time you let me in. I almost fell." She told him as she swung her legs in and took a seat on the window sill. Harry just stared at her with his mouth agape and his eyes moving from her strangely bare feet up to her blue jean shorts and stopping at her tight blue tank top.

"Hey Potter, my face is a little north of there." Vanessa informed him. He jerked his eyes up to her face and noticed that she had her dark brown hair pulled back, uncovering a very amused face.

"Wh-what are you doing here? Where are your shoes?" he managed to stutter.

"I was alone at headquarters again and I got bored so I decided to come and kidnap you. As for your second question, I couldn't really climb a drainpipe in flip-flops so I left them on the ground." She told him as a grin spread across her face.

"How did you know where I lived?"

"I overheard some order members say some things and I put the pieces together. So, where are we going?"

"How should I know, your the kidnapper?" Harry asked sarcastically. "I guess we could go see a movie."

"Sounds great, let's go." She headed towards the door but was stopped by Harry's arm.

"We'll have to go out the window. The Dursleys are blocking the backdoor and Remus is guarding the front." Ness turned to the window and started climbing down. Harry followed after grabbing his money. They slid down to the ground and, after Ness grabbed her shoes, they made their way to the fence that separated the Dursleys backyard from the backyard of the house behind them. Harry had just helped Ness over the fence when he heard some one walking around the house. As he was climbing down the opposite side of the fence Remus walked around the corner of the house and looked directly at him.. Harry jumped off the fence and pulled himself and Ness into some bushes.

"What are you doing?" She whispered an inch from his face.

"I was spotted." he replied after shaking off the feeling of her breath on his skin. They waited for about five minutes before Harry risked a glance over the fence. The backyard was deserted but he had been sure Remus had saw him.

"Come on." Ness said, pulling on his sleeve. They started their walk to the theater while arguing over what type of movie to see.

There were definitely some good reasons to see a scary movie. One of those reasons had something to do with the brown-haired head buried into Harry's chest during a particularly bloody part of the movie.

"Is it over yet?" Ness' muffled voice asked.

"Almost." Harry whispered as the person he had thought was the killer got their head chopped off. After a few minutes Ness turned her face back to movie but stayed snuggled close to Harry. They stayed like this until the movie was over and they started making their way outside.

"That was completely pointless and disgusting." Ness commented with her nose scrunched up. Harry laughed at the face she made as he lead he down the street to a coffee shop he had seen when he was out with Tonks.

"When can I kidnap you again?" Ness asked between sips of her cappuccino.

"I'm free every night."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow at the same time. It'll be great getting out more often, especially without the guards" Harry was silently wishing tomorrow would come faster. He loved spending time with her. They finished their drinks while talking about anything that popped into their head. They prolonged leaving the coffee house for as long as possible before Harry decided to walk her back outside the wards so she could catch the Knight Bus.

"You don't have to walk me back. I'm a big girl, I can walk alone at night."

"According to you dad you can't."

"Neither can you."

"This whole guard thing sucks."

"I agree but you had better get use to it because I heard the order members saying that you were going to be here until the end of the summer." Ness informed him.

"That's what they think. I have some plans of my own and they don't consist of me being here past the beginning of August."

"That's great, I won't be alone at headquarters. You are coming to headquarters, right?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you more tomorrow. I need to be getting back. The guards will be changing shifts soon and I don't want Moody to notice I'm not in my room."

"Dumbledore might have a heart-attack if he found out that his 'Golden Boy' disobeyed his orders." Ness teased.

"I'm not his 'Golden Boy'." Harry told her, trying to defend himself.

"I know that, but he doesn't. You'd better go before I summon the Knight Bus, some one might spot you." She pulled him into a hug. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye Ness." Harry walked back to his house and fell into what was going to be far from a peaceful sleep.