Well good news is that I got a beta; So thx to Princess Fictoria for helping me out. For disclaimers see chap one.

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Usually, the end of term came with relief and joy for most every student, who counted down the days until summer. But for the Conway brothers, the summer break came with disappointment, anger and even a bit of fear. For Jake Conway, three wizards came from Wizarding family services to "escort" him to a group home, until a suitable placement could be found. The brothers knew these men worked for Dumbledore and knew that they would be keeping a very close eye on Jake.

"We need to meet," Jake whispered to his brothers so his "minders" couldn't hear.

Harry, Nick and Drake nodded.

"But not too soon," Drake said. "They would expect us to try and leave. We should wait to allow them to think we're not gonna run."

"I agree," Nick said looking over at his great-uncle Algie, who was talking with Dumbledore.

"But soon," Jake said again watching as the people from family services came over to them. They said their goodbyes quietly, and watched as Jake left, a look of hesitation and fear written all over his face.

Nick was the next to go, was being picked up by his great-uncle Algie. He was a tall balding man with a slight limp. He took one look at Nick and grunted an approval. "Well, looks like you've been taking care of yourself boy." He said in a gravely voice.

Nick only shrugged and accepted the port-key, and with left with a nod to his brothers.

As Professor Snape came over to collect Drake, Harry moved until he was standing right next to his brother and whispered quietly into his ear, "remember what Dad said."

Drake nodded and left with the man, who had put his hand on Drake's shoulder to steer him away from the group, casting an odd look at Harry as they headed back towards the castle.

That just left Harry.

Dumbledore came up to him, a twinkle in his eyes and clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Well my boy, I do hope you will enjoy your time with your parents and take the time to get to know them."

Fat chance, Harry thought. He looked directly into the headmaster's eyes and put a little of what his father taught him to work. It was a bit like advanced legilimency, but only better. Harry quickly sifted Dumbledore's thoughts and came to the one he was looking for.

Flashback…

Dumbledore turned to Simon, his face lit with anger. "How did you know of the prophecy?"

Simon watched the old man seethe, and waited a few minutes before answering.

"Do you think that when I adopted these boys that I didn't know what I was getting myself into?" Simon laughed.

But Dumbledore ignored him. "Simon, please, I beg of you. Harry must be trained. If there is to be any hope-"

Simon sprang to his feet cutting Dumbledore off. "Save it old man," he snapped, watching as the other occupants of the room started at him, with their mouth hung open. "Let's say that I did hand Harry to you on a silver platter, what then? You'll train him up, take away what's left of his childhood, control his every move, and what? It will always come down to the same thing either he wins or he dies. This isn't just any random boy you're talking about, this isn't Adam Potter, your "boy wonder wanna be." This is my son. And you'll have to take him over my dead body." He said and stood defiantly, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Dumbledore stood as well, never breaking eye contact with Simon. "You know what they say Simon, be careful what you wish for."

Simon turned to see all wands trained on him. He smiled and held his hands up in mock surrender. "I give up," he said with a smile that no one could explain. But Simon was not a stupid man. He knew by coming here that he was being led into a trap.

Albus quickly disarmed Simon and put a body binding curse on him.

"Albus! What is the meaning of this! You can't seriously be thinking about kidnapping Simon Conway!"

"Albus," Lily said a hint of fear in her voice. "Are you sure this is the right way to go about it? We want Harry back with us, but are you sure this is the way, how can he trust us if he knew that we helped kidnap Simon Conway?"

"It must be done Lily. Harry must be trained if we are to have any hope. Surly the disappearance of one man won't detour you from finally getting your son home where he belongs? Now I will hear nothing more on the subject.

End of Flashback…

Harry smiled at the headmaster who had no idea what had just happened. He saw the Potter's head towards him with Adam by their side. He slung his guitar case over his shoulder and gave the Headmaster one last smile, "Remember what I said Dumbledore."

Yes, it was going to be one wild summer.

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Harry's first day at the Potter house, he refused Lily's insistence to calling it home, was quiet. James and Lily didn't really know how to relate to their oldest son. They either coddled him to much, or were just too distant. Adam, had stayed in his room the entire first day, sulking at his parents new fondness for Harry.

Harry had his own room, complete with in suit bathroom, a small study nook and his own personal house elf, at his mother's instance, although Harry was sure that Pop, the house elf was there to spy on him. He unloaded his school books, keeping his unmentionable items, namely the things his father had given him, safety locked up in a secret compartment of his trunk. No one, not even his brothers could get into the compartment without Harry letting them in. The password was a very simple one, but had to be said in parseltongue.

He took his guitar out of his case and propped it up in the corner of his room, he was about to start on his homework when there was a knock at his door. He would have asked who was there had the door not opened a second later revealing his brother.

Harry said nothing as Adam pushed his way into Harry's room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Adam looked around the room, noticing the only changes were the school book on the desk and the guitar propped up in the corner of the room. He eyed his brother who was dressed in a blue button down shirt and black jeans.

"So here you are," Adam said, finally finding his voice.

Harry cocked his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Adam cleared his throat. "I mean, Mum, Dad, Sirius, and Remus have been want in you to come for so long and now here you are. I expected you would have put up more of a fight. What changed?"

Harry looked at his brother with a carefully constructed blank face.

"I just mean that since they've found out about you, about how powerful you are and about you being the…the one," he said not being able to say the words that pretty much until now summarized his entire life. "Don't get me wrong, you're still a prick. And I know you don't want to be here, but I have to know one thing."

Harry said nothing, which gave Adam the green light to keep going.

"If you didn't want to come here in the first place then why did you send that letter?"

Harry could only look at Adam in confusion.

Adam sighed and went on. "Why did you send a Hogwart's acceptance letter to our house?"

Harry looked at his brother in surprise. So maybe the kid wasn't as stupid as he thought.

Flashback…

Harry was three days shy of turning eleven years old and sitting at his kitchen table with his brothers. The memories of the last few months were fresh in his mind. Seeing his real parents and brother cut him to the core. He hated them. He hated them for abandoning him without a second thought. He wanted revenge, but as he watched his brothers, he knew he would have to do it alone. It's not that he didn't trust his brothers, but he felt that it was just something that he had to do by himself.

But being only ten years old, and living half a world away from the people he wanted to take revenge on, didn't leave him a lot of options. He knew all students who were accepted to Hogwarts received an acceptance letter. Maybe, he thought with an icy smile, it was time to remind the Potters of what they had given up.

He thought the letter out carefully, and when it was done, put only his name on the letter and the infamous Hogwart's insignia on it. No one would know it was from him.

"You alright son," Elaine asked sitting down next to Harry.

Harry shook his head. He loved his mother dearly, and looking into her soft brown eyes, he felt that he could tell her anything, and know that whatever it was she would love him regardless. But for some reason, this was something he felt that he couldn't share.

Elaine slung an arm over Harry's shoulders and smiled reassuringly at him. "What do you say we get out of here for a bit, huh? I'm sure your dad would have no problem looking after your brothers for awhile."

Something deep inside of Harry told him that he should say no, but to reassure his mom that he would be okay, he smiled and said the one word that would change his life forever.

She beamed at him and started making plans for their big day out. It was the last time Harry thought bitterly, that he would ever see his mother smile again.

End of Flashback…

Dinner with the Potter's that night proved to be uneventful. Despite the countless times that James and Lily tried to engage Harry in some sort of conversation, they were met with a stony expression, or with deafening silence.

Even trying to start a conversation with Adam proved to be difficult, as the boy would not meet his parent's gazes. They finally gave up and as soon as the last dish had cleared away Harry quietly left back for his room.

Sitting on his bed, he closed his eyes and used his magic to identify any charms that were in the room. He had refused to even think of it as his room.

He found the basic monitoring charms, and a few that would alert someone as to what magic, even wandless, was preformed. Shaking his head in distaste, he knew that Dumbledore had to be behind it. He would just have to be careful, knowing that even though Dumbledore thought he would catch him, Harry still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

He grabbed his guitar and sat on his bed strumming some chords. He was so into his music that he didn't hear the door open. With a curious look, Lily Potter sat on the edge of her son's bed.

Ignoring her, Harry went back to playing, but the slow almost sorrowful tune he was playing changed to a hard angry tune, that made Lily grimace.

She stood, knowing she wasn't wanted and patted her son on the shoulder. "I'm glad you're home," she whispered, the left without looking back.

Harry watched the door close behind her and sighed. He wasn't going to let her, or anyone else, pull him into the drama.

TBC

A: N/ So what should happen next?