AN: This is a Harry/Fleur redo of GoF where both of them push themselves and each other to become as strong as they can.

Also is my first fic, so leave any advice / suggestions in the replies

Another year back at the Dursleys. Although the family may have presented themselves as loving and caring, they were almost certainly the opposite. Well, maybe they did care, but definitely not for Harry Potter.

Summer had gotten slightly better this year, after all, threatening anyone with a notorious mass murderer was a certain way to instill some fear

This meant that this summer, Harry had free access to all of his school supplies, and he had plenty of spare time in which to use them. Of course, this wasn't exactly paradise, being locked in a room with nothing but school books and homework, but by the end of his second night, Harry had completed all of his homework to an acceptable standard.

With this newfound time, Harry did a great deal of reflection on his school situation, deciding that ultimately he should put more effort into his studies and be less influenced by others. After reflecting, he sent an owl to Professor McGonagall right away, asking to switch his classes, promising to make up for lost time during the summer. He also wrote a letter to Flourish Blotts, ordering the third-year books for Arithmancy and Ancient Runes

as well as his fourth-year books in all of his subjects.

Harry woke suddenly, sweating profusely, he'd been in a large dining room if sorts. It wasn't him, of course, but it felt real, as if he were actually there. He was walking into a room, Harry was fairly sure he had heard Pettigrew's name, and had come to the conclusion that voldermort, in some shape or form.

He knew that Voldermort was planning something, from what he had heard it involved something to do with Harry and a servent at Hogwarts, although at this point in his school career, he'd begun to expect that Voldermort would have a way to prevent him from sitting the final exams, not that he minded, but he'd much rather just be given a free pass rather than try and fight the most evil wizard of the past 100 years vastly unprepared. He decided this year he wouldn't allow that to happen, he would be prepared, maybe not to fight, but to live and escape, whilst doing as much damage he could to Voldermort and any surrounding death eaters.

Only one good thing had come out of this nightmare, the knowledge that nothing is planned for the world cup, which put Harry at ease, as he had had growing suspicions about what Wormtail would be up to, knowing that he would have no option to return to Voldermort for protection else risk being hunted down by Sirius Black.

Harry had begun to grow restless by the middle of the 4th day, between the constant ache of his scar and having only got his books from last year which, apart from going back over potions, he found very little use in them. Additionally, as much as he felt that a bit of transfiguration practice couldn't hurt, he was also unable to use his wand, or else risk certain expulsion, considering it would be the third account of underage magic, even if none of them were really his fault.

His worries were answered though, as Hedwig came swooping through the window, holding a letter and a large bundle of books that, without magic, should have been impossible for the bird to carry at all, let alone all the way between London and Surrey. The letter brought about great news for Harry; not only had McGonagall accepted his request to change subjects, and he'd have to sit the tests in the first weekend at school. She'd also given permission for him to use magic outside of school, as long as it was in the confines of his house, and possed no immediate or obvious danger to him or anyone else.

He immediately began writing another set of letters, one to thank McGonagall, and another, more urgent one to Sirius, explaining the dream, and warning him about Voldermort's not dead, not alive state, and the plans he had to use him to restore him into a body in some form.

Sirius hadn't been his first port of call, it seemed obvious in forsight, that the man he had only known for a few months wouldn't be an immediate choice for him, but it felt right, he was the right person to talk about these things, he wouldn't tell anyone, but would listen and give honest advice that he needed to hear, not what he wanted to hear. He toom a moment to consider what could have been, living with Sirius, away from the Dursleys, somewhere where he was properly able to enjoy his summer.

The news that he was able to use magic, as well as swap courses had infinitely improved Harry's summer, allowing him true freedom (as far as you can get in a bedroom with schoolbooks), which he had decided to use to get ahead on his schoolwork.

Before that, he remembered about his promise to actually write to his friends this summer, and set to writing, telling hermione about how he was actually putting in effort, and his decision to drop magical creatures and divination, but not admitting to being allowed to use magic outside of school, preferring to keep that to himself for the time being. Ron's letter differed completely, Harry didn't know how Ron would take being left alone in class, so opted to instead focus on his new freedom, and how he'd mostly managed to escape from interaction with the Dursleys, as well as mentioning that he'd finished his homework, hoping it would inspire Ron to begin to think about starting.

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Harry sat over his desk stairing at his transfiguration book, rereading and retracing the wand moments for a particular spell he had been struggling with for a while. Suddenly, he had a thought back to a small piece of advice he'd once heard Proffesor McGonagall give to a sixth year student in a similair predicament; "Focus on the intent" he remembered "Magic is made on intent". Taking this into account, he thought deeply about truly wanting the quill to transform into the inkwell, and focused on the changes it would face, and without even saying a word, felt energy release through his arm, and opened his eyes to no longer a quill on his desk, but now an inkwell, complete with the ink inside. Harry knew that with his current strength, that this technique wouldn't work on more complex spells, but would certainly put him a peg up against anyone in his year, and quite a few in the year above.

He looked back on his summer and reflected, whilst he hadn't done very much in terms of fun, he'd probably had one of the most productive and successful summers that you could wish to have at his age. Additionally, Ron had mentioned in his last letter that his dad had got world cup tickets, and that him and hermione were invited to go with the rest of the Weasley clan.

The day that Ron said they would pick him up was today, and to save them the hassle of the Dursleys, he had offered to meet them in the Leaky Cauldron at 1pm. Harry decided that it would be best to get to Diagon Ally early, in order to do the last shopping for the year ahead, as well as have a look around in order to buy anything he may find useful in his personal studies.

Stepping out of the house, all his belongings inside of a muggle backpack and his school case, he raised his wand arm up to call the nightbus, just as he had done last year, although hopefully, he thought, he wouldn't fall over in shock again. A quick moment later, the rickety, 3 layered purple bus came screeching to a halt just inches away from his outstretched arm, which he hastily boarded, simply replying with "Leaky Cauldron please Stan" to the over enthusiastic ticket attendant, and payed before sitting down and bracing himself for the suddent jolt he was about to feal.

After a fairly quick ride, distance considered, Harry disembarked from the bus and headed to greet Tom inside of the Leaky Cauldron, then move towards the brick wall to enter into the alley. The first stop was obviously Gringots, as witn no money, he doubted he'd get very far, unless Lockhart was to turn up and buy him his school books again. However, he thought, it would be quite pointless considering he had already bought all of his books a month before.

Following 2 particularly rough rides to his vault, which Harry had imagined to be rather similair to the rollercoasters Dudley had been on for his birthday last year, Harry made his way out of the bank towards Flourish and Blots, in order to have a look round at any books that sparked an interest in him. He had little luck, finding most books were either too easy, too hard, or just plain boring, such as the lengthy volume he'd found on the uses of the water spell and it's counters. He did, however find one book which he bought; "Animated Animagus - comprehensive guide and study" realising that maybe, if he were to become an honorary marauder, he should probably learn one of their signature abilities. Harry then left, going around the other shops to pick up the rest of his school supplies, and some more treats for hedwig for the effort she'd been putting in, flying the length of the country multiple times throughout the holiday.

On his way back to the Leaky Cauldron, a particular shop had caught his eye, Quality Quidditch Supplies. On display for the entire alley to see was the latest model of broomstick being proudly displaced, he of course, already owned a firebolt thanks to a gift from Sirius, but what caught his attention the most was the price. 2000 galleons. Despite the vast array of gold and silver Harry had access to, he couldn't fathom how much Sirius must have in order to give someone such a pricy gift, even if it was meant to be "13 years worth of missed presents"

Feeling the urge to empty his pockets a bit further, he ventured inside of the shop to hvae a browse at the latest advancements in other areas of the sport as well as engage in light conversation, mostly pretaining to the world cup, and who they thought were going to win. One particular conversation he'd heard he felt almost gravitated towards after hearing the name of his former quidditch captain, Oliver Wood.

"Have you heard of the new Puddlemere United keeper? Oliver Wood, straight out of hogwarts, some have said he was the best keeper the schools had for 20 years".

Harry decided to join in, "He was my team captain, amazing player"

"Your that seeker aren't you?" one of the boys responded, Harry faintly recognised him as a younger year Hufflepuff he'd seen on occasion around the school. "Your meant to be the next prodigy after Wood, you've got scouts from almost every teams watching your games, ready to sign you the minute you finish school"

"Really?" Harry replied, wearing an almost comical confused look on his face, "I'd never considered I might be able to do quidditch as a job, always seen it to be something fun to do."

"Yeah, you could definitely go pro, i've seen the way you play, I recon you'll be captain of the team now, your the youngest on the team, but have almost the same experience, and you flying is miles above everyone else on the team." the younger boy enthusiastically ramballed. Harry concluded that besides Ron, he was probably the biggest quidditch fan in the country. Using the boys lack of words, Harry looked at his watch and nodded to him, creating himself a way out of the conversation

Finally, he headed back in to the Leaky Cauldron in time to enjoy a cooked meal courtesy of Tom, which he had payed for, against the barteneder's wished, before waiting for the Weasleys to make an enterance, and whisk him away to the countryside for almost the opposite of the summer he had had already.

AN: This is my first fic, I still don't really understand the app, any feedback would be greatley appreciated, but at least pretend to keep it constructive.

I have up to the first task planned out at the moment