Harry stretched as he woke the next morning. 'Its going to be a long day', he thought as he pulled himself out of bed and made his way to the shower. As the warm water washed over him, me took stock of his plan for the day. Dobby had managed to steal Draco's wand at some point during the night. The elf left it on Harry's beside table. Draco would be furious when he realized that his wand had been replaced by one that would change into a bunch of flowers when it was used. Oh how he hoped that Draco had allergies.

Shower done and body cleaned, he entered the kitchen to the sight of his family and friends gathered around the large table. He thought to comment on the surreal scene before him, but was beat to the punch by his Aunt. "Good morning, Harry. I know it might seem odd us having breakfast as a family, but lets just try to make the best of it."

Harry nodded and sat down between Hermione and Ginny, helping himself to the food placed on the table by Dobby earlier. The whole thing was quite a nervous affair, tho Harry had to admit he was thoroughly amused. The silence seemed to be taking its toll on everyone there to the point he was about to burst out laughing just to make everyone even more nervous. Vernon seemed to be the first to bluster.

"Harry, what do you have planned today?" Vernon asked, feeling strange that for the first time in his life he actually cared for what the boy did. It was a good feeling, but very odd none the less.

Harry decided last night that he would put the past behind him and actually to let his aunt and uncle be the family they were supposed to be, though his answer would shock his uncle none the less, for it was nothing less than truthful. "I'm going to break into my school, steal dark and evil information for the purposes of good, kidnap a professor in order to get her on my side, frame my nemesis for the kidnapping, expand my spy network at the school, and then improvise were to go from there. Hermione pass the kippers please?"

To say that the reaction was priceless would be the understatement of the century. Nothing stirred in the house of Black for around a minute, then Vernon burst out laughing. "Well, Harry my boy, that's a very full day! Just let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

Harry set his fork down on the ancient wooden table and stood from his seat. "I'll let you know if I can think of anything Uncle, but for now I need to go get things set up," and with that left the room in search of the only person in the house that wasn't up at a reasonable hour.

Harry knocked on Tonks' door and heard nothing but a mumble and muted shuffling of blankets. He opened the door entered the darkened room and chuckled at Tonks' prone form on the bed with nothing but a sheet covering her. Harry's blood rushed to little Harry when he realized that she was obviously naked under the sheet that barely covered her toned form. Had he been the same teenage boy he was a mere two days ago, he would have blushed and fled from the room. Smirking, Harry raised his hand and pointed a finger at Tonks. "Aquamenti."

Tonks screamed as a jet of cold water hit her naked form and soaked her all over. She sat straight up and looked at Harry, eyes screaming murder. "You're mine, Potter!" She shouted, grabbing her wand and making her way toward Harry who merely chuckled.
She pointed her wand at the tip of his nose. "Just what is so funny?" she demanded.
"Oh nothing Nym, just found it humorous that the carpet doesn't match the drapes..." No sooner has Harry said this than Tonks realized that she was standing here, in front of Harry Potter, soaking wet, in all her glory. She turned a shade of red that no metamorphmagus could ever fight off and dove back under a blanket yelling for him to leave the room. Laughing, Harry remarked that he'd wait outside.

About 10 minutes later, Tonks opened her door and walked out glaring at Harry. "I can't believe you... wait nevermind. I can, I forget you're the spawn of James Potter and received the corruption of Sirius Black."

Harry smirked and said, "You'd do well to never forget that fact Tonks. There's Marauder blood in these veins and I have a large legacy to live up to. Now on to more serious stuff. I need your help with a few things today, most importantly breaking into Hogwarts."

Tonks scoffed, "You don't do anything small do you, Har. Let's see. We can't apparate or portkey in. "She stopped to think then her eye widened with and idea, "What if we get Dobby to pop us in like an elf?"

Harry considered it for a moment before shaking his head. "Dumbledore would have wards that would tell him when the elves come and go."

Tonks was looking thoughtful while Harry just continued to grow frustrated at the predicament he found himself in. He needed into that school dammit. The more he focused on the how instead of the why, the more reality began to distort around him. Tonks looked around frightened, wondering what has happened but Harry didn't even seem to notice until everything came back into focus. Harry blinked a few times and noticed that he was standing in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Huh... I wonder how the hell that happened," he commented out of curiousity.

Tonks looked around the room and screamed when she saw the corpse of the basilisk. "Harry? Did you really kill that?"

Harry turned and looked then chuckled. "That, oh yeah. I'm amazed its still down here. I figured it would've rotted away or gotten eaten by rats or something. I honestly wouldn't have been able to do if it hadn't been for Fawkes. That ruddy bird saved my life that night. I wonder if he was acting on orders from Dumbledore or if he was doing it because it was the right and just thing to do."

Tonks just stared at Harry in awe. 'How the hell can he just blow off slaying this dirty great big serpent like it was just another quidditch match?' she thought to herself.

Harry looked around the chamber trying to decide where to begin. "Dobby!"

The manic little elf popped up next to him. "Yes Harry Potter, sir? You called for Dobby?"

"Okay, Dobby, I need you to search this chamber for anything that could useful. Book, Items, potion ingredients, the general stuff. Tonks and I are going to handle a few other things, so go back to the house after you're finished." Harry said putting on a determined look and walking towards the exit, to which Tonks quickly followed.

Climbing up out of the passage and into the second floor girl's restroom, Harry listened for anything that seemed to be amiss. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he cleaned the slime and muck from his clothes and set about his next task. "Myrtle! Are you here Myrtle?"

Moaning Myrtle's head came through the door of the last stall, "Harry? You're not supposed to be here. Its summer isn't it? Did I miss something?"

"No Myrtle," Harry started, "You haven't missed anything. I'm not supposed to be here, but I've got a few things to do in the school today, starting with asking you if you'll help me with something."

Myrtle looked at him disbelievingly, but decided to hear him out because Harry was one of the few people who had never been mean to her before. "What do you need of me Harry?"

Harry smirked, "I need your ears Myrtle," Harry told her before explaining everything to her.

To say Myrtle was surprised would be a bit of an understatement. Her ghostly visage was twisted into a myriad of emotions finally ending in hope. Harry had trusted her so she would work to make sure that trust was well placed. "I'll help you Harry. I'll pass along what I hear to your friend Ronald."

Harry nodded in agreement and said his goodbye to Myrtle. Walking through the school in the summer was a surreal experience. After briefly consulting the Marauder's Map, he made his way to McGonagal's office where she was busy grading papers. Harry pushed the door open and stood there looking using his darker persona again, just to see what the affect would be.

McGonagal jumped in fright and pulled her wand. "Mr. Potter, Wha... What are you doing here? You're... You're."

"According to Dumbledore, I'm the latest fashion in Dark Wizardry," Harry interrupted her, chuckling. "Now the question is, Professor, do you believe it?"

For her part, Minerva McGonagal had never been so afraid in her life. He was Harry Potter, one of her Cubs, one of her favorites and the child of two of the greatest people she'd ever known, staring at her as if he was wondering whether or not to have tea with her or just kill her. "I... I don't know what to think, Mr. Potter."

"Please Minnie, let's dispense with the formalities. They are just going to get in the way, and besides I'm no longer your student. Haven't you heard? I'm dropping out! I know," Harry said sarcastically, "It would probably break my dear mother's heart, but I have to do what's best for me now."

"You have become evil!" McGonagal yelled sending a stunner at Harry which was easily batted away with his empty hand.

All humor left Harry's face when that happened. "Oh please, Do you really believe that?" he asked as he willed the door shut and sat in front of her desk.

She kept her wand on him the whole time, never taking the chance that he might try to take her by surprise.

"Truth is, Professor, I'm tired," Harry exasperated. "I'm tired of all the fighting, the slander and libel. I'm tired of the politicos thinking that I'll either save their career or have them kicked out of office. But most of all I'm tried of being treated like a mushroom."

McGonagal gave him a strange look. "What do you mean by being treated like a mushroom, Mr. Potter."

Harry scoffed. "I mean keeping me in the dark and feeding me hippogriff shit. The order does nothing but sit and talk about the things that are happening. Dumbledore does nothing with the information given save sit there and watch good and innocent people die. Its gotten old." Harry paused to take a breath in frustration. "I'm tired of the pain, so I decided to do something about it and he decided that I have become dark. Hell maybe he's right. Maybe I am dark, but I know one thing for sure. I am not evil. Spell work is all about intent, and the only thing I intend to do is stop bad things happening to good people. If I have to kill a few of the bad guys on the way, then so be it, they signed their own death warrant when the chose to support the dark tosser."

For her part, McGonagal then realized that Harry wasn't evil, just angry... and rightfully so. He had been told he was his responsibility to save the world and then kept in the dark about everything that was happening. "You're right Harry, and I'm so sorry I have failed you in every possible way in helping you prepare for this burden that was is so unfairly yours"

Harry reached inside his robe and pulled out a leather journal then handed it to his teacher. "This is the journal of Albus Dumbledore. He's not as righteous as he has everyone thinking his is."

McGonagal flipped through the first few pages with ever widening eyes. She couldn't believe her friend and mentor could have been so evil as to orchestrate the blooming of two dark lords just to secure his place in history as the greatest wizard next to Merlin. "Just what do you have planned, Harry?"

Harry chuckled. "Well Tonks is waiting for you outside to take you to Grimmauld Place. If you'd go with her, I'll give you full disclosure when I get back later. I have several things left to do around the castle."

With a nod, McGonagal got up from her desk and left the room leaving Harry alone. He walked over to the stack of papers she was grading and saw Neville's final test for the year. "Yikes... Nev would thank me for this." Harry pointed Draco's stolen wand at the paper. "Avada Kedavra!"

No sooner had Tonks and McGonagal arrived at Grimmauld place before she demanded answers from the young former Auror. "What happened to him Tonks? What happened to the Harry we all knew?"

Tonks started to answer but was interrupted by Hermione. "This is the Harry we all know, or well what he really is like. Its just not the Harry we're used to seeing. Gone is his mild mannered temperament that he had from being beaten and abused for years."

McGonagal's eyes widened when she saw her favorite student wearing such dark clothing and makeup. Hermione put two and two together and figured out what her teacher was thinking. "Much like Harry, this is how I really am. We both grew tried of the way that society expected us to be," Hermione paused for a moment to pick her next words carefully. "The Harry you saw today is, was, and always has been. He's also the future of our world. You can either help him, or get out of his way. My suggestions is that you read journal and other records that Harry stole from Dumbledore." with that Hermione turned her attention to Tonks. "May I speak with you please, Tonks. Its about tonight's plans with Harry," Hermione finished and walked back up stairs. Tonks Said her good bye to the professor and followed Hermione up the stairs.

Harry arrived back at the house after making the office a spectacular mess of spell fire and discord. Even went so far as to actually cast the dark mark above the school just to make his intentions pure blooded enough. Dobby was currently off returning Draco's wand. Harry knew the courts were corrupt enough not to even bother running all the evidence. He knew Draco would get off the hook. The whole object of the exercise was to sew confusion in the ranks of all parties involved, those being: the death eaters, the ministry, and the order. But for now he was tired and just wanted to go to bed.

Harry walked up the stairs and on a subconscious level, sensed something was amiss. Unable to locate the source of his unease, he carried on with what he was doing. Still trying to figure out what felt out of place, he opened his bed room door and it hit him like the Hogwarts Express. On his bed was a sight that any red blooded man would fall to his knees thanking a higher power for.

The forms of Tonks, Hermione, and Ginny were there clad in lingerie that left very little left to imagine for Harry masterbatorial fantasies. Harry stood still as a deer in the headlights of an on coming lorry, then did what any normal fifteen year old male would do when faced with the situation. He ran...