Something that should be noted for Harry was that he now had four sets of memories of his life. He had the very few memories of his time in the netherworld and of the demon that he had become, he had the many memories of his life at Hogwarts after being obliviated. He had the fake memories that claimed he was being abused by the Dursley's when he was not even in the mortal realm at the time and he had the real set of memories off a young child being abused by the Dursley's and these memories were reality.

One thing that Harry knew, all of his memories, the real and the fake, the good and the bad were all caused directly or inderectly by Dumbledore's actions. Dumbledore placed him with his relatives. Dumbledore ereased his memories. Dumbledore placed him back with his relatives. Dumbledore lured a murderous psycopath to a school. Dumbledore was unable to protect his school from a monster. Dumbledore allowed Snape to deny Sirius' innocence. Dumbledore. Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the cause of most of Harry's life. If Harry had lived a good life then maybe he would have thanked the old man but Harry hadn't lived a good life, he had lived a life of hell and he knew from personal experience what Hell was!

Dumbledore had good intentions, he meant the best and Harry truly believed that but that didn't stop Harry from wanting to rip the old man limb from limb. He wouldn't act on his desires yet though, well not completely, he would make the old man suffer and if by the time his suffering was over and Harry still wanted to put him six feet under….well everyone better pray that Dumbledore's funeral is a closed casket affair.

Dumbledore appeared much like Harry expected he would, with a loud crack of apparition, his flamboyant robes, and a large aura of magical power, it was a cheap theatric to make Dumbledore feel important and in charge, nothing more and nothing less.

"Yes you have a great deal of magical power," he commented faux casually,"is it really necessary when you are here for negotiations?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes at Harry and the Demon-Who-Lived grit his teeth in pain as he was suddenly overcome by a large headache, memories floating past his vision before quickly fading. "What have you done?" Dumbledore asked harshly.

Harry gave a small smile, ignoring the mounting rage at Dumbledore's actions. "To be fair none of this would have happened if you hadn't shown yourself to be a particularly untrustworthy person. We made a deal, we carried out the deal and we went our separate ways that was all that it was supposed to be," Harry said before letting the smile fall from his face. "then some fucking old man decided to try and cheat me, make me forget everything and use me in his schemes. You know I can understand that and I can even respect that but if you want to play without the kid gloves then I can do the same, fair warning though I am much better at this game than you ever have a chance at being," Harry finished with a cold snarl.

"What do you want?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the empty bodies that were acting as Harry's chair.

Harry summoned the three orbs that were his relatives souls and idly juggled them with one hand, "well Albie, may I call you Albie? Well you see Albie there is a great many things that I want but from you I will just settle for a copy or our original contract together, a deal claiming that you can not orchestrate events in anyway that you know will affect my mind magically without my prior permission, failure to follow through with this deal will result in the destruction of your soul. You will sign a contract stating as such of course," Harry told Dumbledore as he clicked his fingers causing a contract to appear in his free hand.

"And what do you offer in exchange?" Dumbledore asked with narrowed eyes.

"Say Hello to Vernon, Petunia and Dudley," Harry said, gesturing with his head at the three souls. "Sign my contract and they will be placed back into their bodies. Of course if you walk away then i'm sure that they will make a nice snack for a dementor somewhere."

"You will give them ownership of their souls back," Dumbledore responded. "For all I know you could just take their souls back after putting them back in their bodies. They will have ownership of their souls again and then I will sign your infernal contract."

Harry felt like pointing out that just giving the Dursley's ownership of their souls was not going to do much if they couldn't get their souls back in their bodies but decided not to. He would put the souls back in their bodies and just allow Dumbledore to think that he had gotten the upper-hand this time.

With another click of Harry's fingers the contract was updated, "just sign on the dotted line Albie," he mocked.

Dumbledore sighed and wearily took the contract, reading it over slowly and carefully several times. "If you try any of this at Hogwarts..."

"I will be given a harsh talking to where you call me 'my boy' and ask me to learn to love or some other such meaningless drivel," Harry interrupted. "Now sign the contract."

Dumbledore glared at him hatefully but did sign the contract. When the three Dursley's souls did not move from Harry's hand his glare intensified, "you said that they would gain ownership of their souls. Going back on your word demon?" he snarled.

Harry in return glared equally as hatefully back at Dumbledore, "I do not go back on my word mortal," he growled, "I am not like you! The reason that their souls are still here is that you have not completed YOUR end of the contract. I am still waiting for a copy of that contract you signed many years ago, only then will they get their souls back."

Dumbledore didn't say anything he just apparated away only to return a few minutes later holding a piece of parchment that was made from human skin. "Here's your contract," Dumbledore said, throwing it at Harry.

Harry snatched it out of the air and felt the bond it held to his being, he didn't need to read it to know exactly what it said unfortunately there was one problem. "This is the original," he stated. "Our contract states that I need a copy of this contract."

"Does it really matter?" Dumbledore asked in annoyance.

Harry rolled his eyes, "our contract will not activate fully unless both of us follow our parts of the deal that we can. So if you do not give me a copy of this contract and I do not give the Dursley's back ownership of their souls then the part about you not being able to affect my mind won't activate. Of course with how much you read over the contract I am sure that you missed that didn't you Albie?" Harry finished sarcastically.

Dumbledore sighed and with a wave and jab of his wand Harry was now holding an identical copy of the contract. After a quick check to make sure that the copy was in fact a copy and not one hundred and one recipes for lemon drops Harry grabbed the Dursley's souls and forcibly shoved each one back into it's new/old owner. "They will wake up shortly," Harry told Dumbledore. "It was nice doing business with you Albie but if you don't mind I have places to be, souls to rip out and all of the usual stuff."

"I will not let you harm any one else," Dumbledore threatened, with his wand pointed right at Harry.

"But it's okay for you to do it?" Harry asked. "I mean you placed me with people so horrible that I would actually rather be in Hell right now than living with them. I'm sure you mean well Albie but you have more blood on your hands than even I do." After having said his piece Harry got up off of his relatives, grabbed his trunk from behind the couch and left Number Four Privet Drive, ignoring the shocked look on Dumbledore's face as he did so.

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After dragging himself off of the Knight Bus, Harry looked around at his surroundings. If Privet Drive was the typical version of a suburban neighbourhood then Oxshott was the typical version of an area where people had more money than brains. Both were in Surrey and yet they were completely different. Not a single house in Oxshott was the same as any of the others, they were all large, fancy and worth a small country but it was clear that the owners were frequently trying to one up their neighbours if the moat that was being built around one particular house was any inclination.

"Surely he gave me the wrong address," Harry muttered to himself in shock. Shrugging and deciding to go along with it, the worst that could happen is that someone tells him very politely to leave, Harry decided to at least give the address a try.

Number 11, that was the house that Harry stopped outside of….if it could be called a house. It's grounds were the equivalent of two Quidditch pitches, was surrounded by a tall, intimidating electric fence, the building was a minimum of six stories high with a tower off to the side and what appeared to be a hedge maze peaking out from behind the back. "This place makes my Netherworld look small and cramped," Harry muttered before pushing the buzzer at the gate.

Instantly the intercom crackled to life and a voice was heard, "i'm sorry but no one is home at the moment however I believe there is a soup kitchen several streets over. Good day," a derisive voice remarked.

Harry stared at the intercom for a few seconds, trying best on how to respond. It would have been one thing if the person on the other end had allowed him to speak or politely told him to go away but neither of that had happened. He hadn't been allowed to speak and the person on the other end most certainly had not been polite. Harry would not forget that but in the mean time he had to be polite so he pressed the buzzer once again and once again the intercom crackled to life.

"I believe that I informed you that no one is currently at home," the voice stated.

Harry rolled his eyes, "well i'm glad to know that you consider yourself nobody," he commented, "but I was just hoping to ask if I have the correct address you se..."

"I can assure you that you most certainly do not have the correct address," the voice interrupted snidely. "Now I will have to ask you to leave before I call security."

"As I was saying before nobody so rudely interrupted me," Harry continued on. "I was told that Remus Lupin was currently staying here and was hoping to speak to him."

"No one by that name is staying here," the voice told Harry. "Security has now been called, I suggest that you leave. They can be...unpleasant."

"Really? Remus Lupin, you don't know him?" Harry asked sarcastically. "he's tall, thin, brown hair, always looks like he is sick. He told me that he was staying here."

"I can assure you that Remus Lupin is not currently staying here," the voice told him coldly.

"Oh so that must just be another person who looks exactly like him walking down the very long drive and waving at me then," Harry said. "My mistake."

The intercom was silenced at Harry's words and the gates opened.

"Harry!" Remus called out happily, "glad you could make it. How are you? Have trouble finding the place?"

Harry looked at Remus, taking in the sight for serveral seconds. Remus was clean shaven, his clothes had no wear and tear in them and in fact Remus was wearing what appeared to be a very expensive suit. "Um Remus?" Harry began getting the werewolf to pause, "just what are you doing here?"

"Oh!" Remus exclaimed. "I didn't mention that did I?" he asked. "Well I got myself a job working as a private tutor and live in caretaker for a Muggleborn girl."

Harry just blinked uncomprehendingly at Remus for a while before shaking himself out of it. "And your furry little problem?" he asked warily.

"They let me use the underground bunker that they have hidden in the middle of their maze," Remus informed the teenager happily.

Despite the general weirdness of the situation there was really only one way for Harry to respond to that and so Harry gave his friend a large smile, "i'm glad to hear that everything's working out," he said sincerely, "are you sure that it will be alright for me to stay here with you?"

"Don't worry about it," the werewolf told his young friend. "Vallory said that it was fine and she already had the staff set up a room for you. Yo will probably be asked to watch Artemis, the Muggleborn girl i'm tutoring, every now and then but otherwise feel free to treat the place as your home. Now how about a tour?" Harry was a little disturbed by the look in Remus' eyes when he said that.

What followed next was a tour lasting over an hour that showcased just how many rooms the estate held. It had several guest bedrooms, servants quarters, a library, an Olympic sized indoor swimming pool, a miniature theatre, a bowling alley, an outdoor archery range, a small dance studio, a trophy room where the owner of the house held all of his football trophies (apparantly he was a football star and on the National team), a dining room, a ball room, two kitchens and it was at that point where Harry stopped paying attention to the tour and just waved cheekily at all the servants who shot disapproving looks at his hand me down clothes.

Harry also got to meet Vallory, the lady of the house, and her eight year old daughter Athena. Vallory was what Harry expected from a football stars wife, tall, long legged, beautiful red hair, a figure most women would die for, in essence she was a trophy wife and Athena did not appear to take after her mother at all. Where Vallory was tall and gorgeous Athena was short and plain faced with brown hair, still a cute little girl but nothing special. Harry however did not pay Athena much attention as he was more concerned by the way Vallory was looking at him and Remus, like a wolf that had seen it's prey.

After the introductions were done and Harry was shown to his room he lay back on his bedd, slowly thinking about what to do. A place like this would be easy for Harry to make a few deals and gain a lot of power but by doing so he could cause Remus to get into trouble. Harry allowed himself to fall asleep while thinking about just what to do and wether or not he should tell Remus about the new, old, him.

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So yeah I changed this chapter but I was not really happy with how I had done it before so I did it this way.

Also if you are wondering about the large house and all that well everyone always does Remus in a shitty cabin or apartment somewhere and so I figured to cut the guy a brake, I never really liked him in the books but he doesnt deserve the hand he was dealt.

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