Harry potter is not mine.

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CHAPTER 8

Harry sighed as he finished his small breakfast that Tom, 'the owner of the Leaky Cauldron' had set out for him. Today was the day Ginny and the rest of her family where going to be back from their vacation.

Ron had sent him a letter informing him that they where all going to be at the Leaky Cauldron at about eleven, and that Hermione would be joining them. He had gone on asking if Harry would be able to meet up with them some time point.

He had sent a letter back detailing that he was at the Leaky Cauldron already. And had been for nearly two weeks. Then he went on to inform his friend of the events that led to his being here.

Harry smiled as he remembered his Aunt Marge being blown up and floating to the ceiling. It was very childish. But he was a child after all. He put his elbows on the table and remembered back to the start of his summer.

His summer had been horrible. The day after he, Ginny and Dobby had trained he found out that the Weasleys had won some money and had decided to take a little vacation.

Ginny had told him that she really missed her brother, and that she was going to spent her time there while she could. She had asked him at the last second if he would mind if she did not visit him during that time, as she really wanted to devote herself to her time there with him.

Harry had agreed instantly. He was more than happy that she would have fun, and he knew that he would see her in a two months. But as his days at privet drive continued, he grew more and more restless. With nothing to do but a few chores and read what textbooks he had, he felt like he was going crazy. He had finished his summer work the first day he had been back, before he started training with Ginny and Dobby. And he had even went back and added more onto his essay's with the extra knowledge that he had gained. They were now twice the length in which they were required.

About a week into his stay he had gotten angry at something Dudley had said, and stormed off to blow off some steam. Unfortunately his way of doing that was to stop time and do a little training. He had decided on working on his wandless magic rather than wand casting. He was not sure how long he was there, but when he left he had mastered the use of one spell. And when he returned to normal time there was only a slight pain. So he figured it could not have been that long. And it was only one spell.

But as the days continued to move forward, every time the Dursleys would anger him he would stop time and work on one more spell. And soon he was stopping time two or three times a day, each time working on one more spell. And before he knew it he had mastered every spell that he knew.

So then he started working on other things. The first thing he had started on was apparating, he started trying to lower the sound when he would apparate. And after three time of stopping time he had mastered that. Then he moved on to lowering the sound of stopping and starting time. And after about five or six hundred rounds of stopping and starting time he had mastered that as well. It was actually fairly easy, you just had to let your magic out of you slowly rather than forcing it all out at one time. And the best part was that it did not effect how fast he appeared or disappeared in the normal time. As soon as he let his magic start to flow everything stopped. And things did not start again until all his magic was out of him.

And just recently he had started trying to feel magic, as he remembered feeling Ginny's magic a few times when they where dueling or when she was trying new spells. So he would write with his hand, similar to how Voldemort did in the chamber. Then close his eyes and try to focus on the magic. And eventually he would cast spells on walls or the ground and try to focus on the magic that had been left after contact. And now he was even able to feel the residual magic left from apparating, and could even track the line of magic to the place in which it ended.

Then the whole episode with his Aunt Marge happened. She had gone on and on about his parents and he could not take it anymore, and he had jumped to his feet and turned to storm to his room for another training session when she had basically called his mother a bitch, and his anger exploded. And before he knew it she was starting to expand past her already large size. And before any of them could say anything else. He had gathered his things and apparated to the front of the Leaky Cauldron. And in short order had a room for the night and was laying down to sleep.

But just before he was able to fall asleep there was a loud knock on his door, and a second later Tom had let a man into his room. At the time he had no idea what was going on, he had not even thought about being expelled for what he had done. It was not until the man announced he was the minister for magic that the implications of what he had done came back to him, and he had begged the man not to expel him.

When the man had explained everything he was more than a little surprised. And he had even asked the man three or four time, just to confirm, that he was indeed, not expelled.

But the problem with being in Diagon Alley was that he had access to so many books that he had again started to stop time to work on one spell at a time, only now he was learning how to cast the spell with wand first, then wandlessly.

It was only now, that he realized what he had done to himself. He may have finished all the seventh year materials, as well as many other dark and obscure magics. But he had alienated himself so much that he actually forgot what his friends looked like, and had to go back and look at his photo album to refresh his memory.

And now that his friends where set to be arriving shortly he knew he was going to act strangely, he had nearly forgotten how to act around people. He had spent so much time in the stopped time, and for the first time since he started this summer, tried to find out just how much time he had spent there. And paled as he realized he could not find a amount. But he knew it was more than twenty years in total at least.

And as he realized this he started to fiddle with his hands. He missed his friends more than anything. And he now wished he had not spent so much time training. He did not care how much he had learned. He really missed his friends. He had not realized it at the time as he always had a task going, so his mind did not get time to stray. But now, he hurt. And he was wishing his friends would come already, he wanted them now.

Then with a whoosh of flames a tall red headed man stepped out of the fire.

"Mr. Weasley!" and before he realized it he had ran to him and threw his arms around him

Mr. Weasley gave a small chuckle. "Hello Harry. How was your summer?"

But before he could finish Ron stepped through the fire next, and before he even had a chance to regain his balance Harry had him in a hug.

"Ron! I missed you so much." Harry pulled back and looked at his friend. "Merlin, its been so long."

"Errr. Its only been a couple months mate." Ron flushed red as he stepped away. "It's errr, good to see you to. Hey have you seen Hermione yet?"

"No. do you think she will be here soon? I wonder how she is? I cant wait until she gets here."

Ron was looking at Harry strangely as he backed away towards his father. "Is he ok dad?" he whispered

"I, erm think so. He was most likely just lonely. Remember his relatives are not very nice people."

"Right." Ron answered right as the fire again shot another red head out, and not a second later another.

"Fred! George!" And before they could move very far he had enveloped them both in hugs.

Both the twins looked at each other before evil grins split their faces.

"We were not aware you liked us so much Young Harry."

"Yes, you see we really prefer the opposite sex."

"Not that there is anything wrong with that"

"Of course not brother mine."

"And we know how irresistible we are young Harry"

"So we do not fault you whatsoever"

"Oh of course not, what fine specimens we are."

Mr. Weasley walked up and separated the twins from Harry. Right as the fire burned again and another person came through. "That is enough you two!"

Harry turned and saw Percy stepping towards his father and Ron. But before he could reach them Harry had threw his arms around Percy. "Hey Percy! Did you have a good summer?" Harry thought this greeting was much better than his first or second, he was starting to get control of his feeling some now.

Percy peeled Harry's arms off him and shook his hand. "Good. And yours Mr. Potter?" he asked awkwardly.

"Better now." Harry replied. And turned to the fire for the next person. He hopped it was Ginny. And a second later his wish was granted as the person he wanted stepped out of the fire. And instantly he grabbed her and pulled her to him in the tightest hug yet. "Ginny, I missed you so much." he burred his face in her hair and inhaled her scent. Merlin she smelled so good. He loved everything about her. He pulled back slightly so their faces where centimeters apart, and just stared at her face, memorizing everything about her he could. He reached up and brushed his hand across her face then through her hair. And she blushed fantastically, and he loved it.

Then he was rudely awakened with hands grabbing him from behind and dragging him away from her. And he looked into the faces of two angry looking twins.

"Ok, enough ogling"

"our little sister."

Harry just grinned at them. "at least you know I am not interested in you now."

But they did not think he was funny, their glares intensified.

"I think we need"

"To have a little chat"

Ginny, still blushing madly, pulled her wand and pointed it at the twins. "Leave him alone!"

The twins looked at her warily before leaving him alone and going over to Ron and Percy, and they huddled together and began whispering.

"If anything happens to him you will ALL get hexed." Ginny exclaimed before going to Harry and blushing even further, took his hand in hers.

Mr Weasley gave them a odd stare before turning to Mrs. Weasley who had showed up half way through the little spat. And raising his eyebrow at her.

Mrs. Weasley was looking torn between scolding her boys, and scolding Ginny for even considering holding hands with a boy.

About ten seconds later Hermione and her parents arrived and greeting where given. Again Harry had thrown his arms around Hermione in a hug. And now early everybody was sending him weird looks.

"Right...lets do some shopping."and without waiting for a response she left, on here way to Diagon Alley. And not one person was brave enough to say anything, and they all just followed.

As they where all walking to the bank to get money, or exchange it 'in Hermione's case' Harry fell back a little bit with Ginny so they could talk but when he looked to her with a smile, and saw her angry glare. His smile fell and he looked to his feet.

"What did you do!" Ginny hissed at him.

"I. That is. Well. You know how things are at my relatives! I just. I needed to get away some is all."

"Do not lie to me! I can feel how much more powerful you are now!"

"Ginny. I did not mean to. I starting doing one spell. Just when I got angry. And. It just kept getting to be more. And more." Harry pleaded for her to understand.

"You promised! No more than a year every month."

Harry glanced at her and saw tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I wont do it again! I wont ever go back if you do not want me to. Please Ginny, I'm sorry."

"You promised." she whispered brokenly, as a tear made its way down her face. "You. You lied to me."

Harry stopped and grabbed her hands, looking into her eyes. He knew he had to fix this. Her trust in him was broken, he had lied to her, and he had to fix it. And he knew exactly how, he had read about it while he was training. "I Harry James potter do hereby swear on my life and magic that I will never again lie or keep any information at all from Ginevra Molly Weasley." As soon as he finished a light enveloped his hands for a second before disappearing.

Unfortunately for him, the reaction he was hoping for did not happen, instead she reeled her hand back and slapped him as hard as she could, and not a second later another slap. Harry looked at her in disbelief for a second before her hand delivered another.

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Mrs. Weasley had marched over to them and grabbed Ginny's hand as it was getting ready to deliver another blow.

Ginny was now sobbing uncontrollably. And she tried to break from her mothers grip to get at Harry. "HOW COULD YOU!" she screamed at him.

"CALM YOURSELF RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" Mrs Weasley yelled at her only daughter.

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!" she screeched at her mother. "He made a Magical oath, with his magic and life as the loss if he does not complete it." she whispered brokenly before throwing her arms around her and sobbing in earnest.

Mrs. Weasley gasp in surprise as she turned her glare on Harry. Something he was not used to. And he inched away from her.

"Did he finish it?" she asked her daughter.

Ginny continued to sob as she nodded her head.

Mrs. Weasley schooled her features, but Harry could tell she was still angry at him. "Lets go!" she said with a look that said if he contradicted her there would be great pain.

The rest of the day past in silence for Harry. The only people who would speak to him where Ron and the twins. Who only wanted to know what he had done to his Aunt Marge, what he knew of Sirius black and what he had promised in his vow. He told them about blowing up his aunt, and what little he had read since being at the Leaky Cauldron about Sirius Black, But he refused to tell them about the magical oath. All of the adults and well as Percy and Hermione would not speak to him at all.

But the worst part was Ginny. He had caught her eye a couple times during the day. But she only ever glared at him hatefully. Or often she would just slap him hard and walk away. And when she did this her mother would just give her daughter a small nod and continue on. He once thought Mr. Weasley gave him a look of resignation, but it was gone before he could really tell if it was really there.

As Harry lay in bed that night rubbing his cheeks 'they had been slapped no less than thirty times' he could not help thinking that he found something that he hated more than the Dursleys. Or Voldemort. Or anything really. And that was Ginny being angry at him. He wished he could go back in time to fix this. But he could not, and when Harry finally fell asleep that night, it was full of nightmares.