AN: And here we go! Updates for this story will no be on every Monday! [Unless something happens, if so, I'll update it as soon as possible!] I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think! Don't worry as well, things will start picking up after the next chapter, so don't forget to turn alerts on! Enjoy! :D ~Zivvy!

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Harry Potter could not wait to go back to Hogwarts. Life with the Dursleys was horrible. Especially when he had been non-stop cleaning for the past week when Petunia knew they were going to be having guests over. However, he was free at Hogwarts, even though to most he was deemed famous.

He hated what people thought he was famous for; for defeating Voldemort when he was a baby, but he didn't want fame when his parents had died the same night.

He had tried to tell Ron that in the previous year, when they had an argument over how Ron seemingly didn't care that much for his large family. Ron did care, but he just felt smothered and like he was stuck in the back. An unwanted child when his parents quite obviously kept trying for a girl.

Harry wasn't sure if what he said stuck out to Ron, but he did notice when Ron stopped complaining about the twins or Percy as much.

Harry was upset though, because summer was nearly over and he still hadn't heard from either of his friends. Harry had written to both of them plenty of times, almost daily, honestly. He was quite aggravated that his friends were obviously having more fun than him, and didn't care to write him back.

He knew he would confront the two on their way back to Hogwarts - he just didn't want to lose their friendship.

Harry set his mind back on cleaning the kitchen. Luckily, Petunia had done most of the cooking, and he only had to finish the sweeping and mopping before he could lock himself back up in his new room - per Vernon's orders.

When his cleaning was done, and was reminded once again by Vernon to stay quiet and hidden, Harry made his way up to his room. When Vernon and Petunia realized that Harry was accepting his magical heritage, they didn't want him telling the wrong sort that he had lived in a broom cupboard for his whole life. So, if Harry had ever brought attention to that fact, Harry would have his own room to prove it otherwise.

The room was small, and still housed plenty of Dudleys broken things, if only to make the room look more lived in. He had the same small twin bed in one corner, a brown wardrobe, opposite, and a broken writing desk on the opposite side of the room. His trunk was beside the desk, while Hedwig's perch was standing beside the window.

However, there was one major thing out of place. There was a wrinkled, flesh coloured creature which extremely large ears and ears sitting on the rug in front of his bed. The thing had bandages covering his long, spindly fingers, and was clothed in what looked like a dirty pillowcase. It was about the size of a small child, barely reaching what Harry would describe as a meter high.

Harry was shocked to say the least. He knew that it had to be magical, but why would it be here in his room?

"Er, hello?" Harry muttered quietly.

"Eeek!" screamed the creature. "The great Harry Potter has spoken to Dobby!"

"Hush! You're going to get me in trouble, I'm supposed to be quiet!" Harry reprimanded. Unfortunately, the creature jumped up and grabbed the lamp that was on his nightside table, before repeatedly banging it over his head.

Harry, not sure entirely what to do, grabbed the lamp and lifted it away from Dobby, bringing the creature with it.

Dobby screeched again, before letting go of the lamp and dropping back down onto the ground.

"What are you?" asked Harry inquisitively.

"I am Dobby, sirs! Dobby is a house elf - but Dobby is a bad house elves right now, sirs! Dobby is not supposed to leave my master, but Dobby has sirs." The house elf - whatever that was - tried grabbing the lamp from Harrys hand again, most likely to hit himself once more.

"Stop, Dobby! If you aren't supposed to be here, then why are you?"

"Sirs, Harry Potter, sirs, you must not return to Hogwarts! There is to be bad things happening at Hogwarts, sirs. You must not go back."

"I have to go back to Hogwarts, Dobby. Hogwarts is my home. I get abused here with the Dursleys," prompted Harry, who was curious on what the grave danger would be.

"You would go back when your friends to not write the great Harry Potter?"

"They're probably just busy with their family - wait, how do you know about that? Tell me right now, Dobby!"

"Dobby is sorry, sirs! I had to do it so you wouldn't go back, you must understand, sirs!" explained Dobby as he pulled a large stack of letters from his pillowcase.

"Hey! Give me those, those are mine!" demanded Harry.

Dobby refused to give him his letters, so Harry did the only thing he could think of - he grabbed for Dobby, trying to wrestle them from him. However, Dobby was to quick and disappeared from thin air in front of Harry, to suddenly standing in front of his door.

"Dobby, give me those letters! Those are mine!" Harry tried persuading him again.

"Tell Dobby that you will not return to Hogwarts!"

"I have to, that is my home."

"Bad Harry Potter!" replied Dobby, before he opened the door and ran down the stairs. Harry stood in shock for a moment, before following after him. When he finally caught up to him, Dobby was in the kitchen, levitating the strawberry cake that Petunia had made earlier in the day.

"Dobby, stop it, you're going to get me in trouble!" demanded Harry in a rushed whisper.

Dobby however, didn't listen, and forced the cake into the parlour, and let it fall on Mr and Mrs Mason. Vernon immediately saw Harry standing in the entryway, with his arms outreached over their head. Dobby immediately vanished in mid-air, leaving Harry to take the blame.

"I'm so sorry. Petunia, help them get cleaned up. It's our nephew, he's a bit slow and violent, as you can see. We keep him out of the way when guests come over, since he acts out. Please excuse him, his parents were alcoholics and messed with the wrong sort - raised him wrong before we got 'im," sputtered Vernon.

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Harry had arrived early at Kings Cross, and was eager to meet his friends. Arthur Weasley, Ron's dad, had came by two weeks ago and tried having Harry finish his summer at the Burrow. But, with the incident fresh on their minds, the Dursleys had refused, thinking it would be the perfect punishment to keep Harry away from his sort longer.

Harry ended up finding a compartment in the rear of the train, and after loading his trunk in the racks, he ran back onto the platform and kept a lookout for his friends. Hermione Granger had arrived first, followed shortly by Neville. Harry showed them to his compartment before they headed back out to wait for Ron.

They soon saw the gang of redheads rush through the barrier from the muggle world, and when they spotted Harry, they rushed over to him.

After greeting everyone and reassuring them that he was okay, they said their goodbyes and led Ron onto the train. Ginny, who was starting her first year, followed after them into their compartment.

Ron tried shooing her away, but Hermione put her foot down, and demanded she was able to stay.

They settled into the compartment, and they all regaled their tales over the summer.

Hermione had spent most of her summer on a vacation in France with her parents. Neville's gran, had helped Neville start his own garden, that she would maintain while he was at school.

Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys, had spent a quiet summer at their home, with plenty of Quidditch.

Ginny soon left the compartment in search of one of their neighbors, Luna Lovegood. She eventually found her hiding out in one of the bathrooms, and demanded she came back to their compartment.

Luna was a bit quirky, but she soon settled in nicely, showing off her fathers publications in a magazine called the "Quibbler."

When the lunch trolley came around, Harry generously got everyone a few sandwiches, drinks, and plenty of sweets. They dug into the large load of food, and before they realized it, it was time for them to change into their robes.

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The feast at Hogwarts started off on a bang, and Harry dug in to the array of food in front of them. Both Ginny and Luna had been sorted into Gryffindor. With Luna revealing that she asked to be sorted with her new friends. She told them that the sorting hat had wanted to sort her into Ravenclaw, but a few of the older students were the reason she had been hiding in the bathroom.

Luckily, Harry and his friends had accepted Luna gracefully, and they knew that she would fit right in. Dinner was soon over, and they all trampled off towards the common rooms, regaling to Ginny and Luna all the extravagance of living in the tower had.

Harry pointed out shortcuts along with way, including the fastest way to the tower from the Great Hall.

Harry was ecstatic about being back, and he couldn't wait until he was fully accustomed to being back home. His first night back was relaxing, and he relished in placing his things back around his bed.

He couldn't wait for his classes to start back up as well, and he was able to continue learning magic. Harry just hoped that this year would be a relaxing one, and that Voldemort wouldn't attempt to kill him.

Laying down in his four poster, Harry drifted off into a peaceful sleep, with no idea how disastrous this year would be.