AN: So here goes the first chapter from HP's side. Have a nice reading.

SeulWolfe, indeed, more is coming.

miss quirky bookworm, I do wonder it myself, can't wait to write their interactions, but it will be at least two more chapters solely from Harry's POV before that.

YueYoukaiEclipse, thanks, I tried to make it funny. Glad that someone shares my humour.

Animehpgurl, thank you.

Petunia Potter, I'll try to update regularly, but no promise. 'Cause I know I cannot keep to my deadlines…

Chapter 3

Around the middle of the summer, just two weeks before his birthday, Harry did a very rebellious and egoistic thing. One evening after completing tenuous chores and being yelled at by the Dursleys and not getting even a scrap of food, he said, "Fuck it!" The Dursleys were a little surprised when they saw the boy run off in a huff with all of his unnatural belongings. Petunia even had the gall to have a fit about how Dumbledore will not approve… Further conversation will be omitted due to the high use of emotional expletives and the unseemly sight of Vernon's purple face. In the end, it was agreed that it was best for Harry to get out till the next summer.

So here he was, standing in the middle of London wondering what he should do next. Some of his plans were unquestionable: relearn the contents of his previous classes, get a head start on the sixth year and then just absorb any kind of information that would help him in his fight against the snake-face, or more like survival despite the maniac's constant attacks. The man was just obsessed, Harry could see why now, but still a nutcase. Perhaps, that was even a good point – being mad as he was now, Voldemort was also less logical, less smart, less organized. Due to the Dark Lord's insanity they had more time. Don't be mistaken, Harry did know that Tom was brilliant even in this state and dangerous as hell, just less successful than he could be.

But enough of that… What he needed was a quiet place to stay 24/7 and where they had simple but healthy foods. And it would be a big plus if nearby was a magical bookstore or the like. And finally, he did need to not only know theory but also have practice, therefore a legal or illegal and untraceable way to use his magic wouldn't be amiss.

Just as the last thought passed through his mind, an owl swooped down from the sky and onto him. Harry tried to escape the vicious looking claws but failed and the satisfied owl perched itself firmly on his shoulder. The boy winced, he was sure there were now some bloody gashes under his rags.

"What's wrong with you? I've never seen such an angry owl…" The nameless grey bird hooted indignantly and stretched its leg toward Harry. The latter cautiously accepted the letter.

Harry decided to move to a less crowded street. Preferably some empty corner…Ah, there it was - a secluded niche in the stone wall. It was a bit dusty and smelled like cellar, but cozy and inconspicuous. Harry comfortably arranged his luggage and sighing sat on the trunk. Here we go…

Dear Harry,

I am not sure if you will receive my missive as Dumbledore promised to put some more protection wards on your place of residence, and their side-effect is that the incoming owl post is totally blocked.

Cub, I do hope that you are well and healthy, but I should know better. Sirius was also one of the last people close to me that were still alive. He was family. Both to me and you. Now we have only each other left. Though I do hope, your friends will stay true and loyal and help you through hardships. At the moment I cannot do much for you. I am sent on a mission of recruiting French werewolf clans to our side of war. It will be not an easy trip and our chances of success are slim. This is a precautionary good-bye though I hope we will meet again soon. If you ever need a place to hide remember this address: Janice Bridge Hall, left of the river, Highland, Scotland. It is under a modified Fidelius created by me. I promise that it is safe. I tinkered with the charm after the death of Lily and James and came up with a version where the owner can also be the secret keeper. The apparation coordinates are 178:7304 / 19:789.

I instructed the owl to wait till you would be approachable to deliver the letter. Its name is Samuel, or Sam. You can keep it to correspond with me.

Harry, take care of yourself, listen to what the elders tell you but always remember, that the final decision is ultimately yours.

Love,

Moony

p.s. If you receive this owl before the end of summer then you should know that due to the progressing Death Eater attacks, the Ministry decided to issue a permit for the underage that already passed their OWLs to use magic. But don't abuse the right and be careful with experimenting.

Harry whooped with joy but then sobered. All his issues were miraculously resolved with just one letter. That was suspicious, but he trusted Moony and the context of the letter definitely reflected Remus' personality.

There was only one problem - he didn't know how to apparate. Nevermind, that he needed a license.

Harry sighed again and stood up leaning on the wall. So he'll have to visit…

Crack! Whoosh! Swish!

One moment Harry was standing in the niche getting ready to move on and the next he was falling down. It was a considerably long freefall and only after half a minute he landed on something soft and filled with the centuries dust. Harry sneezed.

The heart pounding in his chest he extracted the wand and whispered lumos. The light only showed the overwhelming darkness. No, no, no, don't hyperventilate, just calm down… Harry closed his eyes and slowly breathed in and out.

Stilling he cancelled the spell and spelled the magnified light…

to be continued…

AN: MUAHHAHAHAHA! I am very-very evil…. Hehehehe… And I don't promise an immediate update. Maybe I'll post tomorrow, maybe in a week. So… Suspense!