It was the middle of June. Harry had been home from Hogwarts for several weeks now. He was bored out of his mind; after all he had nothing to do. After his uncle had picked him up from the train station, he was thrown into his room and looked in. The bars on his window were still in place, and with the door locked, he had nowhere to go. And being locked in a room can be very boring.

There was a little cat door that had been added to the bottom of the door for his food. Other then the food getting delivered, he had no contact with his relatives. And Harry was fine with that. It gave him time to think of all the things that had happened to him this past school year, and he was also able to get his summer school work done. But he had finished all his homework the first couple of days back from Hogwarts.

Harry was glade that he had sent Hedgwig of with Hermione. Not only was he not able to let her into his room, plus he knew that his friends would be bugging him with letters saying that Sirius's death. He knew that it was not his fault. He even tried to tell them this, but they would not listen. They thought that he was taking this to well and that it had not really hit him yet. But it had. Harry knew that he would never see his godfather again and he would miss him – more then anybody else that is except for Remus. After all, Sirius and Remus where best friends along with his father and that backstabbing rat they called a friend.

At night, Harry would have nightmares of not only Voldemort, but also of Sirius and Cedric's death. Each night he would be back in the graveyard, and there Voldemort, Sirius and Cedric would be – and sometimes his parents were there – and every night they would blame him for every one's death, even the people that Voldemort and his Death Eater's were killing.

During the day, Harry would either lie on his bed and stare at the ceiling or look out the window and think about all the things going on around his life and what he needed to do about it. He knew that he needed to start training so he would be able to defeat Voldemort. The only problem was how was he to get started. Plus he did not Dumbledore to find out. It was not that he did not trust him or anything; Harry just did not want him to keep on controlling his life.

That is where Harry is now. He had been thinking about running away to find some kind of training, but the problem was that his family kept a tight watch on him. He could not understand one thing. If they did not like him, then why did they keep him locked up?

It was the weekend and his uncle was home. That meant that even if he had something to do, he would not be able to do it, for his uncle would yell at him for being too noisy. He would sometimes yell at Harry his he breathed to loud.

Downstairs there was a knock at the door. That meant that Harry had to extra quiet, if he was not, then uncle would come up and beat the quietness into him. Though that did not stop Harry from being able to listen to what was going on downstairs. As Harry listened, he could tell that his uncle was not too happy with the person at the door. As Harry was trying to hear the conversation better, the door to his room busted open. Harry paled, in the doorway was his uncle, who did not look too happy.

"Boy, get down stairs now. There is someone here to see you." His uncle spoke in an angry tone that he used when there was something that he hated, Harry being one of the things.

Harry rushed downstairs, not wanting to upset his uncle any more. When he got to the living room, there was a man in a nice suit standing by the fireplace. Harry froze in the doorway as he stared at the man in front of him. Who was this man and why did he want to see him? Thoughts of why the man was here kept running through his head as he just started. Finally the man realized that he was not alone in the room anymore and turned around.

"Ah, you must be Harry Potter. My names Howard Banks, nice to meet you." The man held out his hand for Harry to shack, which he took hesitantly. "Now you are probably wondering what I am doing here. Well that's simple. It seems that your mother's wishes that were stated in her will were not fulfilled. It states that you are supposed to be in the custody of your mother's brother." Harry's eyes blinked, he could not believe it. His mother had a brother.

"That can't be right. I never had a brother." Harry's aunt's shrill voice sounded in Harry's ear. He wondered when she had entered the room. Probably sometime after he did.

"That is because we are talking about her adopted brother. It seems that she adopted an orphan boy when she was sixteen. Now if you will come with me mister Potter, we will get this all straitened out." Mr. Banks started towards the door, but before he got there, there was another knock on it. Harry's aunt went to open it.

This time at the door was a woman. She was wearing a military uniform and her hair went to her ankles. "Hello, is Mr. Vernon Dursley home?"
"I'm Vernon Dursley, what do you want?" Harry's uncle had come into the room when the knock on the door was heard. Now he was standing in front of the said door. The woman stepped into the house and pulled out a pare of handcuffs.

"Mr. Dursley, you are under arrest for the rape of little children, the murder of a couple of those children, and for steeling from your work place." When Vernon heard this, he was outraged. As the woman went around to handcuff Vernon, a punch was thrown at her, which she easily dogged. "Now, now Mr. Dursley that was not nice. And your not setting a good example for the kid here." A smile had appeared on her face. Suddenly Vernon was on the floor with a black eye. "Now we can do this the easy was or the fun way, your decision. Now choice wisely."

Vernon was back on his feet in no time. He threw a couple of more punches at the woman, but she dodged them all. And in no time flat, he was on the floor again by only one punch. The three spectators stood in wonder at the woman. One though raced though all there minds, how could a woman bring down a man that size with only one punch?

"W-who are you?" Harry's aunt managed to stutter out. The woman turned and looked at the three of them. There was a big smile of her face.

"The names Kris Yuy, nice to meet you." Harry looked over at Mr. Banks, who looked like he was going to faint.

"B-but, that can't be right." Mr. Banks started looking through papers that were in the briefcase that he had with him. He pulled out some papers and looked at them. "Here it is it says that Kris Yuy is Lily Potter's adopted brother." Mr. Banks looked back at the woman.

"So what if she's by sister." Harry's jaw dropped at those words. This woman standing in front of him was his uncle. But that was not right.

"But you're a woman." Mr. Banks continued on.

"No I'm not. What ever gave you that impression?" Kris posed for a moment then shook her head. "Never mind, don't answer that question." Kris bent down and put the handcuffs on Vernon. Standing them both up, Kris led him out to a car waiting for them.

"Wait." Mr. Banks called after them. Kris stopped midway of putting Vernon in the backseat of the car and turned to look at Mr. Banks. "Your sister, when she died, left you in charge of her son, Harry Potter."

Kris frowned. "Why am I just finding this out?" Kris turned and put Vernon all the way into the car and closed the door. He then turned around all the way to face the three people who had followed him and Vernon out.

Mr. Banks started to sweat under the gaze of Kris. "Well, you see. It seems that someone miss placed your sister's real will and replaced it with a fake one. We only just found out about it."

"So where's the kid?"

"You sister left you in charge of Mr. Potter here." Mr. Banks pointed to Harry.

"Boy, come here." Harry did as he was told. When he was close enough, Kris spoke again. "What's your name?"

"Harry, sir." Harry said quietly. He did not know what this person was like and thought that it was best not to upset him.

"Nice name. And none of that sir stuff, it makes me sound old. I'm only thirty-one you know." There was a big smile on Kris's face. "How about you and I take this creep to my office, then we can get to knew each other. How does that sound?"

This might be a chance for a real family, Harry thought. As he looked at Kris, a smile formed on his face. "I would like that." He said a little bit louder.