Disclaimer: Anything and anyone you recognise as from the first 5 books is owned by the great J.K Rowling. I merely used her characters to write this story, because I am talent less. Thank you

In Surrey, or more specifically privet drive a lone figure sat underneath a tree as the rain poured down around him. Just by looking at the figure, it was difficult for the untrained eye to notice where the rain ended and the tears began. The figure, which turned out to be a bespectacled boy around the age of 14, raised his head towards the sky. They were emerald, as emeralds orbs – frightening, the shadows around his eyes showed him to be some kind of demon…

He ignored the raindrops falling into his eyes, staring at the sky wishing it would take him and end his misery. Unblinking, he gazed towards the heavens and prayed to anybody that might be listening to relieve him of his burden. Sighing in disappointment, he trudged inside and up to his room.

When he got there, he saw two owls perched on his windowsill waiting patiently to be let in. Warily, he opened the window and gave the owls some owl treats, and then snatched the letters off their feet. He threw them onto the bed, and then quickly changed into the black robes, which belonged to Sirius. They fit him now, he was tall, – nearing six and a half feet, well built, the warning to his relatives made them fill him up with food and make him train with Dudley. He was a surprise package this time round, he was grateful for Harry saving his life last year and they got on civilly if not like a house on fire. Harry chuckled, putting on the toning belt across his stomach and two patches on his biceps, it had been Dudley's, but it would not fit around his stomach so he gave it to Harry.

He dropped onto his bed, careful not to damage the belt; he leant back and opened the first letter:

'Hello Harry

How are you mate? Hope them muggles are treating you well. What have you been doing during the holidays? Anyway, things are a bit dull around here at you-know-where there is not much to do but study here with Hermione and Ginny, its bloody boring I tell you. Anyhow, we will see if Dumbledore will get you out of there soon, preferably in time for your birthday.

Take care Harry, see you soon mate

Ron, Hermione and Ginny'

Suddenly Hedwig flew in through the window and ripped the letter from his grass, and then ripped it to shreds. Surprised, he merely gaped at her until she dropped a half-burnt piece of paper into his lap. Ignoring the second letter for now, he straightened out the parchment and read on.

'Albus

I have written to you to apologize on behalf of the ministry and myself for my actions last year. I take full blame for all the decisions made barring the criminal charges brought against Dolores Umbridge. Furthermore, I apologise to One Harry James Potter, who despite my incompetence and lack of any respect towards him, kept on stressing the truth – my only regret is allowing my cowardice to overrule my sense. I have sent this letter to you because of your request to train certain students; namely:

Harry James Potter

Hermione Jane Granger

Ronald Arthur Weasley

Ginerva Molly Weasley

Luna Laura Lovegood

Neville Frank Longbottom

I give permission and I enforce an exemption from the laws of underage wizardry to those named above, I trust you will inform Mr. Potter of this development. I have admitted my failings in a public statement, and have given an oath on my dear departed parents graves, that I will correct my errors and do my duty which was given to me when I took this office. I would have resigned but I will not leave the wizarding world in a peril in which I had a hand in strengthening.

Once again, Albus my sincerest apologies, and I hope we will bridge that divide, ultimately killing the murderous scum and ridding the world of his foul presence.

Yours sincerely

Cornelius Oswald Fudge

Minister of Magic

Oi Harry, this is Fred and George, we rescued this from the fire a few days ago, they are training the others to protect you and are going to get them to spy on you. If you were to take the advice of ours, I suggest you act as if you do not know. Everyone knows you know the prophecy and want to hear it, but Dumbledore has been held back by some magic forbidding him to tell anyone. Well, old partner of ours if you were to speak a password, which opens a map followed by a certain valentine song, maybe you'll find something useful….

;)'

Angry beyond belief, he focused on the second part of the letter, rolling his eyes he spoke out:

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad/
His hair as dark as a blackboard/
I wish he was mine,/
He's really divine,/
The hero who conquered the dark lord."

He felt something fall into his lap, he lifted it and it appeared to be a bag of some sort, cautiously he looked inside but could not see anything. Throwing all caution to the wind, he turned it upside down and a trunk of all things fell into his lap. It was a bottomless bag! He put the trunk, which was so small it could fit into his own one.

Putting it onto the floor he opened it and gasped, it was a sorcerer's trunk…the same one Mad-Eye Moody had in his fourth year. There were five rooms inside, a bathroom, a bedroom, a kitchen and a duelling room. The last room was a library; he climbed inside and entered the bedroom, lying on his bed was a pensieve. He stepped inside and became immediately attentive as it looked like it was an order meeting from Remus' point of view. 'Bastards, they're discussing me! Without consulting me! Well we will see what they are planning then piss them off by disrupting their plans.

Start memory

Dumbledore spoke first, "Remus, we cannot allow Harry to know about his exemption from the underage wizardry law, he may use it against his muggle relatives, and we do not need another Voldemort."

The familiar feeling of icy rage threatened to overcome him, but he mastered his emotions even though everyone including the four out the five who accompanied him to the department of mysteries, The exception being Luna, who glared at Dumbledore, even though it went unnoticed.

"Now that is out the way I believe we should train our young members, in duelling and apparition so that they can protect Harry if the need arises, this will also be kept from Harry, agreed?" Everyone nodded his or her heads in agreement.

Ron spoke up "alright sir, but won't Harry know when we defeat him in duels and such? I mean he'll find out someway or another, what can we say then without him realising it?"

"We'll address that problem once it arises" Hermione's next words stung him, extremely

"Professor, Harry is so rash and arrogant in his belief of his skill, I mean who would duel with a dark lord and try to bring back a dead body when their lives are on the line?"

"Yes Miss Granger, we realise that, that is the reason why you are being trained, if you were to come across such a situation, you will stun him and portkey to the hospital wing, where we will modify his memory to think he was attacked by a death eater"

Harry watched on with growing rage, it calmed slightly as he could see Remus, Fred, George, Mad-eye, Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley exchanging looks and mouthing back to the Weasley twins…'let him know'.

Dumbledore continued, "Severus, you have done well in the past, with your legilimency keeping us informed on what he is thinking and such matters. Continue to do so and maintain your cool façade, the edited memory of his father in the pensieve has him thinking that his father was excessively arrogant and his feelings of disgust can be used to our advantage. For those of you, who do not know what we are talking about, we edited a memory from Severus' past, showing him in a bad light – he believes that his father was no more than a typical bully; we have imparted this onto him so that he may listen to our instructions. I hope that he will be so repulsed by the memory that he will turn to us for help. Severus has little or no grudge against James Potter, nor against Sirius Black – he has been working for me since his fourth year. Severus was usually the one who instigated the fights, at my request – we realised that Harry as the heir to Gryffindor would be the one to defeat the dark lord. Harry is not aware of the fact that when his father fell in love with Lily, he showed her all his memories of Severus' … transgressions upon which she agreed to keep up the act and had a relationship with him in secret. Even his closest friends do not know this fact as you can see, given the reaction of Remus. Harry has been trying to suppress the memories of that night, where his mother and father gave their lives up for him therefore he has overlooked the fact that the man gave his life up for him which could be considered highly honourable for such a supposedly arrogant man" Dumbledore let the order process this information before continuing. "Harry is also not aware of the fact that, it was not his mothers love which saved him but his own power, we have encouraged this belief so he does not join Voldemort as that would make his parents sacrifice for nothing".

"One more thing, we cannot let him blame himself for Sirius' death, we have four of our members for round the clock surveillance" he put up his hand to silence the protests. "You saw how Harry risked his and his friends' lives for Sirius, in this state Harry is a danger to himself and everyone around him, remember Cedric." Most of the people were convinced, especially Molly Weasley who proclaimed, "He is a danger, reckless and naïve - however good his intentions are."

Remus clenched his fists in anger then stormed out of the room.

End memory.

Start memory

He was in the Gryffindor common room after a Quidditch match and a party was in full swing. His heart clenched in loss as his eyes found the familiar face of his father who kept glancing towards the couch. Following his fathers gaze, tears streaked down his face as his mother came into view and he could not turn away from the scene. His father looked at the redhead again and she nodded slightly, causing James to grin before walking towards her. The noise died down as all the occupant of the room stared towards the couple, as James spoke up. "Lily, would you like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Harry took special notice of the mischievous twinkle in his mother's eyes and frowned when she responded, "Potter I have no wish to become one of your trophies, so I think the answer is no" Harry winced as she finished her reply then refocused on his father who hadn't appeared to given up yet.

Lily had turned her head back down to the book in her hand, but James knelt before her and used his finger to lift her head so she was staring into his eyes. "Lily Marie Evans, I swear on the resting place of my dearly departed parents that if you give me a chance, just one chance – I'll never let you go" the words were said with such sincerity that all the occupants in the room silently willed her to say yes, Harry included. "So I will ask you again, will you Lily, do me the honour of accompanying me to Hogsmeade this weekend as my date?" Harry watched his mother's reaction closely, her bottom lip quivered and she opened her mouth but no words came out, the familiar look in those green eyes showed him that she could not help but say yes. A few stray tears travelled down her cheeks and she whispered, "I'd love to" before fleeing to her dormitories.

The silence in the common room was disturbed by series of slaps on the back of one James Potter and the whoops of delight from the marauders.

End memory

Calling upon his meagre occulmency skills, he cleared his mind and detached himself from the rage he was feeling at the first memory but allowed him to feel proud to be compared to James Potter once again. He sat around in a daze for a few minutes or so before exploring the rest of the room. Noticing an envelope with the Black family seal on it, he opened it hesitantly, dreading the contents. His fears were proven reasonable; it was a letter from Sirius. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the letter and began to read through.

'To the young Half-Blood Prince

This is a letter from one Sirius Black, godfather to Harry James Potter.

Hello there Pup, how are you? Not to good, I would imagine, probably blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong in the world. I have only one regret that I could have broken out of Azkaban earlier and taken you away from them blasted muggles. Dumbledore has got something planned for you, I don't know what it is, but I know it is not beneficial to you maybe even life threatening. I think all these years he has been testing you and I hate him for it.

I want you to do me a favour I want you to live for me, spend money on yourself – in other words spoil yourself rotten. Now I am not telling you to become the next Malfoy but live a little pup, life is too short to be serious all the time – enjoy it! I have never been one for writing good letters, so I am going to finish it off by telling you that I love you and I have every faith in you succeeding.

I love you, your parents loved you, and Remus loved you since the day we found out Lily was pregnant. One last advice is to trust only Alastor, the Weasley siblings and Arthur and of course Remus. Other people judge you too quickly, they do not understand what you have lived through, and they will make decisions for you. Remember this boy,

Sirius 'Padfoot' Black

P.S say, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

He flicked through the next parchment – realising that it was Sirius Will; with him being the sole benefactor.

Teary-eyed he said the words par Sirius request and gasped as something appeared in the corner, it was the flying motorcycle from his dreams! Of course – Hagrid had borrowed it from Sirius on that night. On the front there was a key with a curious looking jewel attached to it, he touched it and felt dizzy, then he rested a moment. He realized that he knew how to fly the bike! Sirius had thought of nearly everything, he dropped onto the bed in a daze and felt something underneath him.

It was a vial of black potion – with a note attached to it, 'Harry this is an illegal potion that has been passed through my family, it allows quicker learning and a photographic memory – along with increasing your understanding ten fold. Sirius'

'Merlin, I love you Sirius, I swear I'll kill him' drinking the potion he fell asleep inside the trunk.