Chapter 5: Long day? You don't know the half of it.

Whoever created the saying 'this day couldn't get any longer' never knew the true meaning of irony. He had been in Gringotts for the past two hours. He was already thinking about Sarah and wondering what was happening with her. She was left alone with Fred and George and who knew what would happen with those two involved. Right now he needed her, and maybe the Twins also, to help him calm down. All of what he had learned from the Goblins was still rolling around fresh in his mind. It was a good thing he was a master occlumens or he probably would have been sent to Azkaban for attempted murder. He knew he wasn't powerful enough to off the Headmaster but he just couldn't believe the nerve of the man.

Lioin and Ragnok had told him of the galleons that he was missing and he knew that he had never spent as much money as was missing. So he had the Goblins check for vaults that had been opened in Ron and Hermione's name and to check and see if the amount he was missing was in those vaults. It turned out that they were and that Hermione had several of the Potter family books in hers. He hadn't known what to do when he had found out. Scream in rage or laugh at the Hermione ness of the situation. Only she would be able to be bought with ancient books.

It also turned out that Dumbledore was stealing from the Gryffindor vault as well. No it wasn't money that he was stealing, but ancient artifacts. The Gryffindor sword was just one of them. The little trinkets that were in the Headmasters office were others. He had made himself Harry's magical guardian to get to his money and antiques. With the Muggles not knowing about it and the fact that they 'hated' him in the picture they couldn't change it or try to get him a new guardian. This seriously was turning into one hell of a day.

It all started at 12:00 am when he woke up in pain. He didn't know what was happening but he didn't make any noise to let on to the pain that he was experiencing. When he opened his eyes he was almost startled out his pain when he noticed that he was faintly glowing. When the glowing increased so did the pain. The pain was worse than Voldemort's cruciatus. When the pain became unbearable it slowly subsided to a dull ache. When he had tried to move his arms the pain started again. Not the unbearable part, it was fairly tolerable. But it was still pain and pain that he wasn't used to nor had he ever felt it before.

When he was actually able to get out of bed and stretch he went to a mirror to see if he had changed much. There were no real differences such as height or hair length. His eyes, however, did change. It had a hardness to it that hadn't been there before. It was a face of a boy that had to grow to be a man before his time. A face of a person betrayed. A face of a person that was knocked down and was trying to stand back up again. A face of a man starting his life over again.

It was actually fitting for him. It added an edge to his face that seemed like it should have been there all along. It was a face for people to know that he was done with the manipulations and lies and betrayal. He had started over and he'd be damned if they made this new life worse than the first one. He now had someone he thought he could grow to love if he hadn't started already. He and his family were getting along and that was good. He couldn't forgive them, yet, for what they had done to him when he was little. Even if it was the work of a spell, going through something like that, you wouldn't be able to forgive someone easily. At least he had started the healing process. When they had apologized and changed that was the beginning. The fact that they didn't ask for anything in return proved that they were trying to make it better. They too were starting over.

His eyes no longer had the haunted look in them. Even though he had gotten over the things that had happened before the haunted look in his eyes had never went away. Now it had and he couldn't be happier. It now gave him a chance to get a good look at his eyes. Since he no longer needed glasses there was nothing blocking his eyes. Looking at himself once more he had to admit that with the glasses gone and the scrawny midget look being replaced with the tall and muscular look he actually looked pretty good. The eyes, he believed, were the best part of his body. They looked like two shining emeralds. When he glared they had an effect on people that made them leave him alone or do as he told. For some strange reason he enjoyed, even craved for that feeling. It was satisfying to know that with his eyes he could get his way. This summer had changed him and it was up to the people around him to figure out if it was for better or for worse. Right now though, he needed to talk to Sarah and the Twins.

Walking into Weasleys Wizard Wheezes Harry thought that he was going to kill Gred and Forge. A sign saying, "Potter Autographs' hung high over the windows and there were already a lot of people outside of their store lined up for the autographs. Oh they were so dead.