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Chapter Two: Truth be Told

By: SoullessDevil

For normal people it would be hard waking up to a nightmare that seemed to never end and felt so real. Not for Harry Potter. Then again he wasn't your average person. It was like he wasn't allowed to forget the past and so relived it every night even if all he wanted to do was force it out of his mind.

He opened his eyes and thru the blankets off of himself he was sweaty and shaking, nothing new. He did his morning work out or warm up but with nothing to read he just took a shower. With nothing to keep his mind occupied Harry just went down stairs to get some breakfast. All the Dursly's were in the kitchen Dudley watching TV, aunt Petunia looking out the window spying on the neighbors, and uncle Vernon reading the morning paper. None of them looked up as he entered the room and sat at the table to eat some of the health food that was lying out there. Pouring himself a bowl of serial that tasted like you were actually eating the box he looked up to see they were looking at him.

"What?"

The purple face was the first to talk, "Because you didn't act like you were supposed to Danny though we were going to give you a party and asked if he and his family could come," Vernon bellowed throwing the paper down at the table. "So now we actually have to give you a party!" his eyes were bulging.

"YOU had better get started on the party because I am sure as hell not doing any for it!" Petunia shrieked.

Harry had had it, "Well, HEAVEN FERBID you should ever do what you haven't done for me once!" he yelled then stormed out of the room without eating.

Slamming his bedroom door shut he walked over to his desk to find a large parcel was sitting on it. Opening it he found it was all the books he had ordered yesterday and a sheet of paper was on top of them all.

Harry,

You don't know this but I have been reviewing all the books you have ordered and helping them along to you. This package was different because of the letter you sent yesterday to the Order. There were things I wanted to tell you myself and I was waiting for the right time to tell you.

Well to start the legal age for teens to do magic has changed to sixteen so tomorrow you will be allowed to do magic out of school. The next thing is one of the things that you wrote to the Order about. The reason reporters want your side of the story is because they now think of you as the answer to all their questions. You who survived Voldemort more times than they can count, you who got the highest Defense Against the Dark Arts grade in five hundred years even higher than mine. You who save those who need help the Hero. Which in turn led them to want your autograph.

The next thing I am going to tell you is that Sirius was given a full pardon and the search for Peter has begun. With the information you now know I must say good day and I added a few books to the ones you ordered as a gift from me.

Professor Dumbledor

P.S. if you were thinking of inviting me to your party I must say thank you but I cannot attend.

All the things Harry had tried to forget were flooding in and he couldn't stop it. Why would anyone think that way about him? He questioned. It was his fault his parents died, it was his fault Wormtail got away, it was his fault Cedric was murdered and, it was his fault Sirius died. All this and more was what Harry thought. Looking for any reason to change his train of thought Harry looked at the P.S. What was Harry going to invite anyone to? Then it hit him, the party he was to plan all on his own in two days. He started to grin. The Dursly's would defiantly remember his birthday from now on if his plan actually worked.

He then set out to write letters to all his friends all saying the same thing except for the name.

Hermione,

I'm not sure how Dumbledor found out but he gave me an idea. My aunt and uncle are giving me a party on my birthday because they want to impress some high raking associate of my uncles who seems to like me. So though they may think this will only discourage me they are wrong. I'm going to invite you to my first birthday party and hope you can come at such short notice. Since tomorrow I can officially do magic out of school I'll set the party up for everything. Just come by muggle means of transportation or the Knight bus. Also dress as a muggle. Hope you can come to prove the Dursly's wrong with me.

Harry

He wrote similar letters to Ron, the Weasley's in general, Neville, Luna, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsly, Moody, Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Justin Filch-Fletchley, Anthony Goldstein and, Terry Boot. With a small p.s. telling them to bring a friend if they so choose as long as he new them. He gave a strange whistle Hedwig popped out of nowhere and he attached the letters to he leg. Then with another odd whistle Hedwig disappeared though for some reason Harry didn't seem to realize this was not normal even of a wizard.

With a grin that would make any woman swoon Harry opened the box grabbed the first book and began reading at his alarming pace. Planning out his party while still absorbing every drop the book had to offer.

A/N: I'm so sorry to keep you waiting and that this one is so much shorter than the first but you gota start off with a bang. OH! Thanks for the reviews! Please give more!