A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any character thereof. Only the story line is mine so please don't sue! I don't own anything!

Chapter 35
No sooner had Harry arrived back at Privet Drive than did his uncle lock all of his belongings up in the cupboard under the stairs - except for his wand. That he had hidden on himself.

"Uncle Vernon, I'll need my things because I was given a lot of homework over the summer! I won't be able to do it with my books locked up."

Vernon turned, slightly red in the face with a mad gleam in his eyes that Harry didn't really care for very much. "You won't have time to do any funny business this summer. There are things that need doing around the house that you will do!"

Harry opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by his cousin, Dudley, shoving him out of the way. Picking himself up off the ground, he sighed and headed up towards his bedroom.

The next couple of weeks passed by very slowly for Harry. For the first few days he had enjoyed mumbling nonsense words under his breath in an effort to make Dudley scramble from the room as fast as his legs would carry him.

However, even that got boring after a while, especially since he had no one to share his fun with.

Hermione and Ron had not written to him once so far and it became very depressing. He had written a couple letters to both, but no matter how hard he concentrated on calling Hedwig, she never came.

"Boy, get down here and wash these dishes!"

"Coming Aunt Petunia," Harry called back as he got up from his cot in the corner of the room.

As he was walking across the floor, his foot stepped on a plank that creaked. He made a mental note to inspect it later.

"You know he is Severus. It's high time that he is replaced," muttered Lucius from behind his drink.

Severus smirked. "I agree. There are times when I despair having even to talk to the man, but I do what I need to do."

Lucius nodded knowingly.

They were currently at Malfoy Manor having a drink in the parlour. Lucius, having heard the rumours of the Dark Lord's attempt to return to body had called Severus over for dinner. It was his way of finding out what he could, so for the past hour Severus was grilled on the events, which he had only partially shared. The talk had recently turned to the Headmaster.

"I think this year will be good for us all. I have plans this year. Plans that will change quite a few things ..."

Severus raised an eyebrow.

Lucius grinned. "No, I'm not sharing. Let's just say that this year will be a year to remember."

Severus raised his glass in salute. "I look forward to it then."

"Percy, can I pleaseborrow Hermes?" begged Ron to his older brother.

Percy glared. "Absolutely not. I need Hermes. Use Errol."

Ron glared right back. "I think he's getting lost and losing the mail. He keeps coming back empty handed!"

"No Ron. Hermes is mine. Now go away!" With that said, the door was shut in Ron's face. He stormed off down the stairs.

It was a couple days after Harry had stepped on that loose floor board that he finally remembered to check it out. He carefully climbed out of bed and sat in the floor.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that he could probably pull it up. So he tried. It took him about 5 minutes to dislodge it. When he did, he looked down and grinned at the hollowed out area.

It seemed he just found himself a secret compartment.

July 21, 1992

It bother's me about what Quirrell said about Snape and my dad. I know Dumbledore said that Snape saved me because my dad had saved his life but that doesn't seem like the whole story.

I guess that means that Snape hates me because I look like my dad. I don't even know why this bother's me so much ... but it does.

Maybe I can show him I'm my own person somehow.

I just wish I knew what their history was like.

-Harry

July 28th, 1992

I've started having the dreams again. The same blinding green light. Sometimes I can feel myself being hugged by someone. No matter how hard I strain my memory though, I can't see who it is.

Aunt Petunia has been watching me closely. I wonder if she remembers mom not being able to do magic over the holidays.

I certainly hope she doesn't.

-Harry

A/N: It's just a little chapter but it's a chapter! I'm finding the summer months a pain to write so far! I'm off to hunt down stray notes that I know I made but can't seem to locate.