Harry reached the turn to Privet Drive and slowed down to a walking pace. He looked up at the sky with his hands on his hips and took several slow, deep breaths as his heartbeat slowed. Getting his breathing under control, he looked back down and performed some cooldown stretches as he got closer to number 4. He turned up the driveway, used his key to unlock the front door, and went inside.

Things around the Dursley household had changed over the last five years. Things had been very tense for a while, but eventually all four inhabitants had learned to relax at least somewhat around each other. Vernon no longer glared at Harry every time he entered a room, Petunia had lessened the frequency of her disapproving sniffs, and even Dudley had stopped his constant bullying of his cousin. In return, Harry had stopped flaunting his magic in front of them, and usually kept out of their way. While they were in no way friendly towards each other, and Harry would never forgive them for the suffering they had causing him when he was younger, it was a workable situation.

Harry's life outside of the house had changed as well. He spent the year after the confrontation studying almost nonstop, and had managed to bring his grades up from the abysmal levels they had been at, and hadn't had to return to summer school the following year. In fact, he was consistently competing for the top spot in his classes, and had even participated in a few scholastic competitions the previous year.

He spent a significant amount of his free time at the library, reading a variety of books on an even wider variety of topics. He studied literature, science, foreign language, anything that struck his fancy. After his breakthrough with magic, he found that his memory was much improved. By no means did he have a photographic memory, but he was able to understand complicated ideas much easier than he had before.

While he had ultimately decided not to join any sports teams due to the large time commitment, he had started to do some rudimentary workouts on his own. They consisted almost entirely of cardio workouts like running, though he also performed some strength and core exercises on a regular basis. After nearly five years of consistent exercise, he was in excellent shape for his age. He had no bulging muscles or defined abdominals, but had lost a portion of his baby fat and looked about a year or two older than his actual age of nearly eleven.

He was most proud of his progress in his magical abilities, though. He had determined after months of experimentation that magic was something that existed only in his body. No matter what he tried, he could not directly affect something with magic outside of his body. This even included food in his stomach, which he had experimented with as well. However, his expertise in manipulating his body had grown exponentially. He discovered that his ability to magically increase his strength grew easier with each use, as if his magic was adapting to more efficiently perform the task. In addition to this, the more muscle he had naturally developed in a particular area, the more magic he could feed into the area. This allowed him to both have more strength, and to maintain it longer.

An extremely useful type of self-modification magic he had found involved his senses. By augmenting them with magic, he could exponentially increase the sensitivity of any of his five senses. He found little purpose for heightened touch or taste, but the other three were incredibly useful. The only drawback was the pain he experienced when he withdrew the magic; if he increased the power of a sense by more than two or so, once the magic left the area it left an aching feeling that only subsided after a few minutes.

These types of magic was usually fairly subtle, unless he increased his strength to ridiculously high levels. He did have access to more blatant magic, such as elemental abilities. He could heat his skin to very high temperatures, or drop it to the point that frost developed on his skin. He could also artificially increase or decrease his weight by about a factor of two, allowing him to jump much higher than normal or increase his momentum significantly.

Harry moved up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom and started a shower. He stepped in while it was still cold and began rinsing the sweat from his morning run off of his skin. Quickly washing and rinsing again, he toweled off and went back to his room. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed a t-shirt as he walked back down the stairs. He grabbed the mail from the entry mat and carried it into the kitchen with him.

"Here's the mail, Aunt Petunia," he greeted as he walked in. Knowing that the rest of the Dursleys would be waking soon, he began making breakfast. "What would you like for breakfast, Aunt Petunia?"

He never got a reply. He turned around to see his aunt standing still, as if she had been turned to stone. The only motion he could see was her shaking hands, holding a thick letter between her bony fingers. Her face was frozen in a mixture of shock and disgust.

"It's… for you," Petunia eventually choked out, as if she was struggling not to vomit. She extended the letter towards Harry.

"For me?" Harry asked, surprised. He took the letter from Petunia's outstretched hand. On the front, in flowing cursive script written with what appeared to be a calligraphy pen, it said:

Mr. H. Potter
Smallest Bedroom on the Second Floor
4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

Flipping it over, he saw an elaborate crest embossed on the other side with Hogwarts written above it, and a wax seal holding it closed. The envelope was made of very thick, heavy paper, and judging by its weight, the contents were as well. He slid his finger inside the letter and pulled it open, and then slid the contents out.

He found two thick parchment sheets inside. He smiled as he read the contents. After his dispute with the Dursleys five years ago, Petunia had discussed with him what had happened to his mother, Lily. He learned everything Petunia knew about Hogwarts and the wizarding world. All summer, he had been anticipating this day, and it had finally come. It was time for him to become a wizard.

Author's Note: I know it looks like this will be a Super!Harry story, but he will have some rather severe limitations, as we'll find out once he reaches Hogwarts. He will be more powerful than the majority of his peers, but he will definitely not be invincible. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!