The New Order

Chapter 1

Start of Summer – Privet Drive

People who lived on Privet Drive were more than happy to say they were normal. The Dursleys however, had a secret of shame... well, at least in their eyes. They thought their nephew was abnormal, a freak, a disgrace to nature, and a thing that deserved to be drowned at birth. They feared that everyone would find out so they told everyone their nephew was a criminal and went to a school called St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys and, what Vernon liked to say, "A first rate institution for hopeless cases." Vernon was also abusive and loved to beat his nephew. Vernon Dursley could not care one single bit if a wizard walked through the door to see Harry in the state he was often left in.

Harry Potter had been in one hell of a mood since he got back to 4 Privet Drive. What made it worse was his "family" was treating him with even less respect than before ―which was virtually nil. He wished he could punch Dumbledore in the face; he knew if he saw the old fool he probably would. So it was best for Dumbledore to just keep well away from him, for as long as possible. How dare the old fool actually tell his aunt and uncle that his Godfather had died! That had been his only protection from them. His back was once again covered in scars. His uncle had gone back to his favourite pass-time: taking his anger out on Harry. Unfortunately, such instances were becoming more likely all the time, as nothing ever seemed to go right for Vernon Dursley. God help his family if Harry Potter had never come to stay there. Who knew what might have happened. Would Dudley be getting the beatings, or would Petunia get them? It was something they would never find out, and that may have been a good thing. They would not have lasted long as a family otherwise.

Harry could not help but lay in bed and think on everything that had happened in his life. As he did so, he couldn't help but realize that Dumbledore had been a deciding factor behind most of the decisions in his life. Frowning, he began thinking even more. To his horror, every dangerous situation he encountered seemed to be orchestrated by the headmaster. He had to be over-thinking this. Or maybe just exaggerating. Was Dumbledore really controlling his life? Or was he just being paranoid? It had to be paranoia. Dumbledore always did what was best for him, right? He began remembering all the things that had happened, along with the consequences those actions brought. Facing Voldemort… being put with the Dursleys ... Those actions didn't seem to be in his best interest.

Harry had been having visions of Voldemort, what he did, and what his Death Eaters did. It sickened him. If that was not enough, he began feeling the Cruciatus Curse on him during these visions and he often woke up screaming, which predictably lead to another beating. They were becoming more and more frequent. He was just glad he had brought some potions home with him; he was able to relieve the pain, even if it was just a little. Anything was better than the full-on pain he would be feeling while still being expected to do his chores. It didn't matter if he did everything right, he was still beaten, which led Harry to believe that Vernon still thought he could actually beat the magic out of his nephew still. Shaking his head, he sighed softly, was his Uncle that dense that he actually thought he could take the magic out of someone? He was closer to killing Harry than actually beating the magic out of him.

Things did get better after the second week into the holiday. He got a letter from the Ministry stating that the ban on underage magic had been lifted. He thought immediately about confronting his uncle but he knew better than to do that. There was still a chance he could be expelled. He had no doubt that Fudge was looking for even the slightest reason to over-rule Dumbledore and have Harry expelled. Well, he would not give the man that satisfaction.

With the magic restriction lifted, he changed his bed into a king-size bed, with comfortable silk sheets. Now he would actually be able to get a decent sleep at night. Of course he put an illusion on his room's door so that they would see his old room and not the newly transfigured room. He didn't want to scare his poor Aunt to death. Well, it would be amusing. But no. If he did that, he might as well just invite Voldemort to his door.

He also was able to get his school trunk from under the stairs without getting caught. So he stayed up late into the night reading all his books over again, using the spells and trying as hard as he could to get every spell right. He also sent tons of owl orders out getting new books. Some of them were actually Dark Arts books; the Ministry would have a fit, as well as Dumbledore, if they realized that Harry Potter was getting them.

The books were advanced: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions. Ancient Runes was fast becoming a favourite of his; the Runes were very handy. He actually regretted not listening to Percy Weasley; he wished he had taken Runes. Well, he still could, actually, he had not yet received his new term schedule. As far as he was aware he could choose new subjects this year as well. Good for him, he supposed.

He was reading the books at an alarming rate; he thought perhaps he was catching up with Hermione's knowledge in books, if not ahead of her. This didn't bother him, he was looking forward to surprising them all and being the top student of each and every class he took. This was something he intended to do; boy-who-lived or not, he didn't care if people only expected him to do good at Defence. He would prove to them all who he was, and that was Harry Potter.

He was also reading up on household spells, learning about getting rid of dust and other household pests, spells to help with painting, and other handy tips. He had every intention of moving into Grimmauld Place, and he wanted to change it into somewhere he knew that Sirius Black would have wanted to live. He would create all new great memories of the dull place. It would not be dull when he was finished with it, that was for sure, he thought as he continued to read. He was unaware of the time; he nearly had a heart attack himself when a voice suddenly shouted at him.

"Get up, you lazy freak, and make our breakfast!" his Aunt Petunia yelled up at him.

"Coming!" Harry answered with no emotion in his voice. If he snarled his response, he was just cruising for a bruising, or a whipping in his case. It would be worse if he was cheerful, that was something the Dursleys hated above all. Harry being happy was something they had tried his entire life to make sure didn't happen. So you can imagine what it was like for him all the time there.

Shaking his head, he shoved the book back into his hidey hole. Getting up he yawned, unable to believe he had stayed up all night reading his books. It would help him in the future, something he was glad for. Shrugging he walked down the stairs, ready for another horrible, boring chore-filled day at the Dursleys' house and wondering when he should move into Grimmauld Place.

Edited 12/06/15 by Jake and Jordre thank you guys! Just know this is one of my earlier works - way earlier lol