(Dumbledore's pov)

I was listening to the different nations talk about their trivial problems during the long and boring conference.

I mean seriously, who cares that the brother of the Minister of Magic in Switzerland has finally gotten an heir. Or the rates between muggle money and magical money varies from country to country.

I have more important things to worry about. Like how I was going to get the Potter heir back under my control.

The boy is too much like his mother. She had been able to see through me, though not completely. She could see that I had plans for her baby, and that those plans didn't include them.

It's a good thing for me that she could not turn James from me. I had control of James, and he had control of Lily, at least enough to go through with my plan for hiding in Godrics Hollow rather than the unplottable Potter Manor.

I was starting to feel rather tired, and I figured it was due to using my energy for this stupid conference rather than the one thing that is actually worth my time, plotting the course of the future of the world.

A world with muggles as the obedient slaves to true wizards, with the muggleborns being our servants, to use however their owner wants.

I eagerly awaited the end of the conference so that I could get back to Britain and get Harry to the Weasleys so that he can become friends to the family that is firmly in my control.

(Harry's pov)

It had been a good summer so far at the Malfoy's. Even though I didn't get to go through my usual non-Hogwarts schedule, I did spend plenty of time training myself early in the morning

Yesterday we got our exam results and our lists for the next school year. So today Lucius was going to take us to Diagon Alley.

We went through most of what we would need, leaving Flourish and Blotts for last.

"Look at all the Gilderoy Lockhart books we have to get!" I muttered as I looked over the books.

When we reached the bookstore, it was overly crowded, so Mrs. Malfoy offered to get all of our books for us.

"Our new defense professor must have a big crush on Lockhart." Draco replied.

"Either that or they must have a really bad taste in reading material. I'd go with the latter because I can't see how anyone could have a crush on that oversized peacock." I replied. Draco snickered.

We ran into Weasel and the girl Weasley, who kept trying to step closer to me, while flipping her hair and batting her eyes at me.

I ignored her for the comments that her older brother was saying to Draco.

"I'm surprised that they let beggars into Diagon Alley."

"I'm surprised that they let Death Eaters into Diagon Alley." Ron replied, before he turned to me. "It's not too late to come to our house for the rest of summer Harry. Mum said you can stay in my room."

"There's no way I would spend one day hanging out with you, let alone 3 weeks. I'd rather stay with my friends, not losers like you."

"Draco! Harry!" I heard from behind. The Malfoy heir and I turned our backs on the baby weasels to greet Daphne, who was watching her mother and younger sister enter the bookstore.

We walked a short distance away from the redheads so that we could speak in relative private.

We talked for a moment about how our summers have been so far, and how her younger sister Astoria was excited to be starting at school.

"That reminds me. Have you heard who our new defense professor is?" She asked. We shook our heads, we haven't heard who was supposed to take the job yet.

"Apparently it's going to be Lockhart."

"That fraud?" Draco asked.

"Yes. What is Dumbledore thinking?" She replied.

"Isn't it obvious? He doesn't want us to learn how to defend ourselves. Why else hire a bunch of incompetent people to teach?" I stated.

(Ginny's pov)

I glared at the older girl as the Boy-Who-Lived and his Death Eater friend turn their backs on us to greet her.

Not only does my future husband practically state that we are unimportant, but it's obvious that the slut is totally flirting with him.

I would have said something but Ron was pulling me away from the Slytherins.

"Don't do anything yet Gin. Not here."

"Why not?" I whispered back. "He's mine, and that slutty snake is hanging all over him."

"I know, but causing a scene here won't make Harry see that we are the better wizards. We want to bring Harry to our side, and see that we can be better friends for him then the mini Death Eaters. We just need a new plan."

Before we knew what was going on, dad and Malfoy Sr was standing in front of us, exchanging hidden insults. One of which included the secondhand books in my cauldron. He had picked one up, and I could have sworn that my cauldron felt slightly heavier than before.

I couldn't believe that Harry left with the Malfoy's. Doesn't he know that the Malfoy's are dark? I could just imagine all the lies they have been feeding him.

Oh well, once I'm married to him I'd have to just forbid him from being friends with any of the Slytherins.

I followed my family back through the floo so that I could plot my revenge on that Slytherin girl who was trying to take my Harry from me.