A/N Well after several good flames and a few other comments I decided a few revisions were in order for my story. I am looking for a beta reader or two if anyone is interested shoot me an email. I have chapter 4 written and I am working on 5 but I won't be posting them until I go through chapters 2 and 3 for the errors I can find or the one's I have been notified about. Thanks all! I hope to have chapter 4 out by the weekend.

MAGICALY REBORN

Privet Drive was dark and gray for the 3rd night in a row. Storms of rain and lightning were pouring down from the sky. The streets were empty at this time of night except for one lone figure sitting under a tree cloak wrapped tightly against his skin. With his wand tucked under his cloak he sat staring at a piece of long parchment, an old crest on the back and written in a familiar script.

Dear Mr. Potter,

The life magic on the last will and testament of Sirius Nigellus Black has expired. As such we at Gringotts Wizarding Bank are fulfilling the last wants and wishes of Mr. Black. All vaults and contents as well as properties will be transferred over to you. You need only sign the bottom of this parchment and send it back with your answer and/or questions if you have them. For a complete list of all assets see attachments.

Sincerely

Grimly

Head goblin

Department of Asset Relocation

Harry sat there starring at that paper for hours, not blinking, never even noticing the rain or the lightning around him. All of a sudden a Bang was heard all around Number 4 Privet Drive and everything went black for Harry Potter.

Vernon Dursley was not having a good week. Two days ago he was in London picking up his favorite nephew at the train station, and those FREAKS came up to him threatening his life and his family if any harm came to Harry, his favorite punching bag. The day after that his boss had told him he was on probation and one false move would be his end with the company. The company was looking into his treatment of his co-workers, and some how it must have been the BOY'S fault or one of his FREAK FRIENDS. To top it all off, this morning he was awoken by his lovely wife pointing to the garden and mumbling. "Harry. Garden. Dead. Not Moving. Still Warm."

He gazed out the window and saw the body of his nephew lying on the ground. Fear was shaking through his body as he ran out the door and looked around. He saw no one, but that didn't mean the freaks weren't around somewhere. "DUDLEY, DUDLEY GET DOWN HERE NOW, he called out,

Minutes later, Dudley came lumbering down the back steps still dressed in his night clothes. When he reached the doorway he froze. There, lying on the ground was the body of Harry. Dudley looked from his father to his mother to Harry, then back again.

Dudley stared at the body for what seemed like hours before he could stutter out, "what happened," to his father.

His father shrugged his shoulders still looking around warily and said, "help me get him in the house before any of his friends show up and blame us for this mess."

They managed to lug him up the stairs and into Dudley's spare bedroom where they threw him on the bed, shut and locked the door, and then went back down stairs. They checked on him periodically throughout the day and there was no change in him. He was still warm. Not overly so, but he was still alive, and they would continue to check on him every few hours to be certain. No, Vernon was not having a good week. Little did he know it was going to get a lot worse before it got any better.

Petunia was very distraught. She knew a lot more than the rest of her family about what was going on in the Wizarding world. She had received letters when Harry was first dropped off, explaining why she had to take care of him, and that he was in grave danger. Dumbledore told her all about the deaths of James and Lily Potter and the events that followed after their deaths.

She also received the progress reports from Hogwarts for Harry at the end of term. She knew exactly what had happened to his godfather Sirius, his friend Cedric, and his friends in the Battle at the Ministry of Magic. She was proud of what he was accomplishing, not that she could ever tell him of course, because Petunia had to keep up appearances for her Vernon. She always hated her separation from her sister, when her parents were killed, and then her sister, she was all alone. She knew she shouldn't blame Harry but until now there was no one else to blame. Now Voldemort was back, and it would only be a matter of time before he came for the last of her family. She was going to talk with Harry about these things before she woke up and found him in the garden. She hoped he was all right, but couldn't find anything wrong with him, so she just prayed that he would wake up soon.

Surprisingly, it was Dudley who checked on his cousin the most. He even sat and talked to Harry as if apologizing for the things he had done to Harry, and for not being a better cousin. The Dementors had a strange effect on Dudley. While under the influence of the Dementors, Dudley relived every fight he had ever been in, every kid he had ever beaten up. He experienced what they were feeling and what they were going through during these fights and Dudley was scared. He hadn't been sleeping very well lately, and had been eating even less. He was still overweight, of course, but he was slowly losing weight.

Harry lay there on the bed not moving. Unaware of all that was going on, he was lost in another world far away. Magic and Electricity don't mix (every wizard knows that), so when Harry was sitting under that tree, he never expected to look up and see green bolts of electricity coming straight down at him. His last thought before blacking out was, I still have that damned prophecy to fulfill.