Hey all. Sorry about having not updated for ages, but I lost the ten new chapters that i had written, and I just found them again this mourning hidden in some sort of music file.

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Chapter Three!

Harry woke up a few days later in his apartment that now had a wide screen television with surround sound, a new bed, couch, coffee table, cable, a DVD player, and Play Station 2, a printer, a docking station for his iPod, a new desk, and heaps of posters of both magical and muggle bands and celebrities, and felt at home here, which he had never truly felt, not even at Hogwarts, although that was understandable because at school he had been tried to be killed a little more then once a year since the day that he started at the magical boarding school.

After showering and getting into a pair of brand new jeans that had been delivered with the rest of his online bought clothes just yesterday mourning, he made himself some breakfast and had just sat down on his couch to eat it while watching the mourning news, when Hedwig alerted him to the presence of a few owls sitting on his balcony.

Getting to his feet with a sigh, he put his breakfast down, opened up the glass door that opened up to the balcony, took the letters from the owls, and let Hedwig play her favourite game of 'which owl could she dismember more', as she was a truly vicious owl to anyone other then Harry or his mother or his grandparents down in hell.

As she did that, Harry sat back down onto his couch and then went through the envelopes, easily identifying which one was from who by the handwriting.

There was one from Ron Weezley, Hermione Granger, a joint letter between Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, Albus Dumbledoor, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, {who he had become friends with just after the triwixard tornament started and his name was drawn from the goblit} another joint letter between Sasmus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, and a whole lot of packages shrunken in a travelling pouch which was filled with all his free things from all of the places that he either owned or had shares in, as well as a bunch of magazines, like Ministry Weekly, Wizengamot monthly, and others.

Putting all the free stuff in a large pile on his strong wooden coffee table that thankfully held the weight of all the combined unshrunken parcels, before turning his attention back to the stack of letters in his lap.

With a sigh, he grabbed Ron's one first, wanting to get the idiots letter out of the way first, slit the flap open with a nail and then began to read the thankfully short letter.

Harry.

I have thought about this both long and hard, and i think that it would be good if we were not such close friends, as your perfect life has no room in it for me, and i do not want tobe become a target from one of your numerous enemy's and fans.

i am also sick of how you get fawned over by both stdents and teachers, never leaving any form= me to get.

i know that i apologised for my words and actions after the first task, but i now wish to take that back.

come near me, begging to be my friend aain, as you will surely be lost with9ut me, and i will hex you so badly that even your dead mother will not recognise you.

Ron Weezley.

After reading that, Harry had to fight the urge to find that little red haired basterd and turn him into a bitch by castration, but quickly got himself under control, and then opened up Hermione's letter, hoping to any and all gods, goddesses and dietys that he could possibly think of that his last best friend would not turn on him as well.

Opening up her letter, he began to read quickly, wanting to get it over and done with so that if it was bad, he would not waste time reading it, but was happily suprised at what he found in her letter.

Dear Harry.

When i saw what Ron was writing to you, I tried to chuck it in the fire, but he sent it before i could.

That little boy is just a jelous idiotic git who does not diserve the time of day, expecially mentioning your dead mother like that, even knowing how sensative you are about the subject of your parents.

He acts as if he does not know why i refused to speak, look or even stay in the same room as him anymore, but then again, it's probably not an act, as the little boy has always been remarkably dense.

I always have and always will be by your side Harry, as you are like a twin brother to me, who I would never want to hurt in any shape or form.

I'm at Grimmauld place at the moment, the Black family home that Sirius has lent to Dumbledoors group, the Order of the Pheonic,x, that has aurors, most of the school faculty, including Snape, although i have not yet seen him, and normal witches and wizards in it that was to help combat the Dark Lord and his forces.

Dumbledoor told Ron and I and the rest of the Pheonix Order to not mention anything to you, but i absolutly refuse to keep anything from you Harry, as i do not see how it would help you keep your life in anyway, or defeat the Dark Lord, or whatever the hell else they have in their resoning, which is severly limited to their own agendas amd not your well being, if you ask me.

I swear that i will never keep amything from you, unless it is personal and i wish to keep it to myself, but only when it does not effect you in any shape or form.

Anyway, off all this depressing crap, i mean, stuff.

I was wondering if you would like to come to my house the day after your Fifteenth birthday, as my mom and dad agreed to let me hold your birthday party here, and I will not take no as an answer, because as your BESTEST EVER FRIENDS I have the prviladge, no, the goddamn RIGHT to throw you a birthday party if i so wish to.

Sorry about that outburst, but i could not stop myself.

Everyone knows that you are no longer at the Dursley's but not where, but they know that you are being protected by powerful wards that even Dumbledoor cannot get through.

Anyway, I mentioned to Mrs Weezley that you would not come to your first ever real birthday party if Dumbledoor came and got you the moment that you arrived at my house, and after laying it only a little bit more thickly then i had originally intended to, I got Mrs Mrs Weezley to browbeat Dumbledoor into an Unbreakable Vow that you would not be contacted or come into even slight contact with any one not specifically invited to the party by me on your birthday, may Dumbledoor live the rest of his life as a squib if he breaks the vow or trys to get even a millimetre of wiggle room.

So, you will be coming to my house the day after your fifteenth birthday for your party, no if's, but's or no's about it.

Anyway, I hope that you are getting a wiggle on with your school work Harry now that you are away from those horrid relatives of yours and can do your summer work and study for once.

Please do the absolute best that you can, at least for me, please Harry, as I do not want to see one of my only real friends to fail in anyway unless it cannot be helped, although I would never blame you.

Scold and nag you to death maybe, but never blame you.

Have a good holidays, and PLEASE WRITE BACK TO ME BECAUSE IF YOU DONT, OR REFUSE TO COME TO THIS PARTY, GINNY HAS HELPED ME PERFECT THE BAT BOOGY HEX AND MAKE IT AT LEAST SIX MORE TIMES AS DEADLIER.

I love you.

Love Hermione

After reading that, Harry did not know whether to laugh or cry, settling for both, but not in sadness.

He should have never even doubted Hermione for a single instance, but she had been getting closer to Ron more then him near the end of their fourth school year, and did not really know what to think.

Carefully slipping Hermiones letter back into the envelope that it came in, Harry put it down carefully on a clear spot on his coffee table, intending to put that letter with his collection of letters that he never wanted to throw out, lose, or damage in any shape or form.

Harry then opened up the joint letter between Remus and Sirius and began to read.

Dear our cub.

We are sending this letter to you, hoping to Merlin that you are alright, but knowing that you had no real choice, having met your relatives the other day when we discovered that you were not at their house.

Sirius and I have no clue as to why Dumbledoor left you with those, those, MUGGLES, which is the only polite word that i can think of at this moment to desribe the Durseley family, although Sirius has been coming up with all sorts of names for hem after meeting them, and i do believe that he has even started a list for everyone here to add to, and everyone was shocked at the lasguage MOLLY WEASLEY used to describe tem,a nd i am pretty sure what she wrote could only be put into action with multiple Dark Art's spells and a serious anger issue.

We hope that you are well, and have decided to send you a couple of early birthday presonts.

One is a book of prank spells that Sirius just got published a few day's ago under an assumed name, a book on becoming an Animagus from me, and some defence books.

Stay safe and write to us often cub.

Love Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, your two absolutly wonderful godfathers.

Laughing at that, Harry put their letter to the side and unshrunk the couple of books that they had sent in the envelope along with the letter, before putting it all aside and opening Albus Dumbledoor's letter to him, wanting to burn it immidiatly on principe alone, but decided to read the letter first before doing anything.

It was thankfully short and to the point, which Harry liked as that meant he did not have to spend a whole ten minutes reading the old goat fuckers meaningless drivel to finally find the point of the letter, which was what he usually had to do, which meant that the headmaster was upset with him, not that Harry gave a flying pig at what that idiotic grandure obsessed thought or felt towards him.

My boy.

You have worried your relatives sick running away with that, and i can only ask you to return to the safe haven of their home.

I am extreamly dissapointed in you for acting like a child, as i had thought that you would act your age,

Albus Dumbledoor.

Harry burst out laughing after reading that letter, burning it immidiatly with a small swish of his wand.

He was FOURTEEN years old for merlin's sake, not nineteen, which made how he was acring normal for his age.

Harry could not believe the gall of that man, and having stopped laughing, he began to get angry.

Where did that goat fucker get off telling him that he was dissapointed in him?

Summoning a quill, a pot of black ink and a sheif of his special letter writing parchment, he leaned the parchement against one of the Defence books that Remus had sent him, the pot of unspillable, never-run-out ink sitting next to him on the couch, loaded up his eagle feather quill with ink, and then began to write.

Dear Mr. Dumbledoor.

I would like to remind you that you are my Headmaster, not my friend, grandfather, benifactor or my family in any shape or form, my HEADMASTER, nothing more and nothing less.

You have no reason to contact me about absolutly ANYTHING that does not involve my schooling, behaviour or an emergency that will effect me.

Please remember your boundaries Mr. Dumbledoor, or I will be forced to put a complaint in to the Ministry about the unlawful harrasment of myself, the Great Harry Potter, and I will then be forced to either home school myself, or, most likely, go to Durmstrang for the rest of my schooling.

Sincearally, Harry James Potter, Hogwarts Gryffindor student, a.k.a The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Save-Your-Collective arses.

After sending that off to the Headmaster with Hedwig, Harry opened up his last three letters, which were just normal letters that you would send to a kind of close friend over the school holidays.

Harry then read Dean and Seamus's letter, which was just a hello and to tell him that they would definitly be at his birthday party at Hermione's place.

And then, he began to go through all of his free stuff

There was about ten books from Boombery's that had just gone on the Internaional Best Seller List, a Fire Bolt 2, a bunch of Yaoi manga and anime that had not even come out yet, as well as a whole lot of other stuff.

And then, after he had gone through all of his free stuff , Harry went into his study, and after grabbing his potion book, began to work on his sixteen inch assigment for his father, Severus Snape, which was titled; AN EXTENSIVE LOOK AT HOW SOME INGREDIENTS ACCIDNETLY OR RANDOMLY MIXED COULD MAKE THINGS LIKE THE ANTIDOTE TO THE BUBONIC PLAUGE, AN AILMENT THAT EVEN THE BEST HEALERS CANNOT DO, THAT IS STILL KILLING PEOPLE BY THE DOZEN EVERY YEAR AROUND THE WORLD, AND THE DEBATE ON THE USE OF THIS HIGHLY EXPERIMENTAL POTION BY THE BRITISH POTIONS COUNCIL AND COMMITIEE!

It had an extreamly long title, but Harry had descovered that he actually got a few extra points if a main, and extreamly important assignment, had a title and a topic sentance about ten or more words long altogether, as well as actually explaining what the assignment was about, and not some complete and utter drivel that did not even make sence to the writer.

The next few day's were spent mostly studying all of his textbooks and getting a headstart on all of his schoolwork, and not really leaving the apartment except to get food or go for a walk at least once a day.

Harry found that actually studying made him smarter, and he liked knowing things instead of feeling like a complete idiot about practically everything in the Wizarding World or spells or potions, all because he could not be bothered to really study anything other then Defence Against Dark Arts.

He also practised every spell that he came across until he could do the spell with a minimum bit of concentration, barely a second thought about it, and he also made sure that he could cast it perfectly on the first try, also training himself in making spells weaker or stronger, according to his preference, which had been a hard thing to learn, expecially by teaching himself, but having learnt this extreamly useful and important skill, after casting certain spells, he no longer felt fatigued or feel like he had motion sickness or something.

He and Harmione and Neville and Dean and Seasmus wrote to each other non stop during the weeks leading up to Harry' birthday.

When the day finally came, Harry could not believe at how fast that it had arrived.

Then, the inheritence kicked in!

END CHAPTER THREE!