I decided to write a bit more, but i am completely making it up as i go, so dont expect a masterpiece or anything!

Harry wandered around aimlessly for the rest of that day – the Dursleys had an unspoken agreement with him, one where each party would leave the other alone.

The Potter lad spent his early mornings in bed, late mornings staring at his ceiling, afternoons reading and evenings doing homework. During meals, Petunia would screech for her nephew, he would slowly walk down the stairs and the family would eat in silence. Afterward, Harry would load the dishwasher and then trudge back up to his room and continue to stare at the ceiling, or work. After hearing the prophecy, even the laziest of 15-year-olds would wish to work harder in the future.

Most, however would not the try to hide his achievements from his school. Since Harry was very small, his family would punish their nephew if he did well in school, and so, a five year old learnt that he should not do better than Dudley. His reception teacher had seemed shocked when the eager young child with raven hair had stopped working. After the first term at primary school, Harry knew that he was smarter than a lot of kids in his year, and no effort was needed to beat Dudley in tests – Harry could already read when he started school. Even when Dudley's shadow was ripped from his cousin, the boy would not do his best at Hogwarts. Sure, Harry knew all the spells, he could probably beat Hermione if he tried just a little bit, but why should the boy who lived do good work with no-one to care about his marks?

Every summer, Harry revised his work when he had time, but this year, he did more than ever before. He had ordered some books from Flourish And Blots, and in less than two weeks, was OWL level for both arithmacy and ancient runes – they might come in useful when the boy next had to fight Voldemort. Instead of using his wand, a stick from the garden served as his wand, after all, how can you get into trouble without using a wand?

Very soon, Harry decided that he should start on his sixth year books if he was really serious about the studying, and he ordered the Standard Book Of Spells Grade 6 and requested a sixth year level Defence book; two days later saw the boy eagerly awaiting his owl. He spent most of his free time studying them and practising wand movements for new spells. He was finished in less than a full week. (that may seem fast, but think about it – he isn't doing anything else)

Harry had not received any owls from his friends this summer – so far, he kept telling himself – Harry supposed that Dumbledore had forbidden it. Mrs Weasley probably thought that he shouldn't be smothered after … It … so Ron and Hermione were almost certainly told to leave him alone to grieve. The boy decided that he needed to keep busy to stop thinking about Him and Him2 – and revenge.

After just two weeks of the summer, Professor Dumbledore wrote him a letter.

Dear Harry,

If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive this coming Friday at eleven p.m. to escort you to The Burrow, where you have been invited to spend the remainder of your school holidays.
If you are agreeable, I should also be glad of your assistance in a matter to which I hope to attend to on the way to The Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you.
Kindly send your answer by return of this owl. Hoping to see you this Friday,

I am, yours most sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

For once, Harry was not very glad to have a chance at leaving number 4! This offer would mean an extra six weeks of skirting around the issue. Chewing his quill in deep thought, Harry penned his reply to the esteemed headmaster.

I should have another chapter up next week (i plan to update this story every wednesday!).

Untill then,

TTFN