Harry had just arrived back at Privet Drive, the sun was beginning to set when Harry had finally dragged his trunk upstairs and collapsed on to the bed, his mind was scrambled, sub consciously trying to find a thought apart from either the Prophecy or Sirius. But it was pointless, four hours later it looked like Harry was set for a sleepless night, he felt so exhausted but he was haunted by that Prophecy, it had basically sentenced him to death but with no date all he could do was wait, the waiting... Harry jumped of his bed, it was only the sound of an owl hooting but the interuptence in the dead silence had startled him. "Constant Vigilance" he heard a voice say, it almost brought a smile to his lips, he turned to the point of origin of the hoot and saw a very regal looking owl holding letter for him. He opened his window quietly and untied the letter, the owl immediately flew away. Obviously the sender wasn't awaiting a reply... breaking the wax seal he immediately recognised the handwriting...

Harry,

This letter is only to be seen by you, it is charmed that if anyone else tries to read it then it will look like a blank piece of parchment, like the Marauders Map. This is part of two letters, the other you will receive at my will reading, nobody will know about this letter being sent, it's to be sent from Gringotts in the even of my death. Seeing as when I am writing this I am currently a fugitive I have never been able to claim for the Black Vault but as the oldest male and having not been officially dis-owned by my headache of a mother I can pass on the vault to anyone I choose.

That someone will be you, I don't want you to say a word, because I know you'll try and refuse, I know that you'll say you don't want any of it. But if you don't accept this then it will go to the remaining Black family, Andromeda was officially stricken from our family so that leaves my Narcissa and Bellatrix, Bellatrix is classed as a fugitive like me and any appeal on her behalf would be pointless so it means Narcissa would receive... well let's just say that the Malfoy's will be getting somethings I don't want them to have.

So if you refuse anything at the will reading, it will be given to the enemy, and that would be an insult to me Harry. I know that sounds cruel but this letter is full of things I have yet to tell you, and hope to tell you in person. But if I never do then this letter is here as a precaution.

First of all, it's fine to cry once in a while. Keeping your feelings bottles up is not healthy, unless you plan on taking your anger out on Death Eaters, but when you don't have anymore Death Eaters what are you going to do then? Exactly. So once again, it's fine to feel your emotions, your like me. You don't want people to see you at your weakest, when your vulnerable. In Azkaban I refused to show any emotion to those Dementors because that's how they get you, I'm not saying you shouldn't fear them, but don't show them you fear them because that gives them there power. But the next time you'll face them hopefully you'll have some tricks up your sleeve.

Secondly, why are you not the top of your class? Lily and James, were brilliant, and I know you are. You proved it when you produced a Patronus in your third year which fended off over a hundred Dementors, do you know how much power that takes? And they were fleeing, not just being warded off, your Patronus radiated something that made those Dementors crap themselves. You were a third year and you were mastering a spell to a level I haven't seen Albus accomplish, so aren't you top of the class? Just think how mad it would make Hermione, that's be worth it in itself.

I know that what you need to know isn't in Hogwarts cirriculum but it has it's uses, your the son of two of the most brightest students Hogwarts has had and Godson of the brightest student Hogwarts has had! Joking, but seriously. I know it would mean so much to your mum especially if you passed Hogwarts with flying colours, your mother worked so hard for her grades, James seemed to do it with little effort, you are somewhere inbetween, you have the potential, you have the power you just don't use it. So get your arse into gear, show Hogwarts that Lily and James Potter's son is more than that!

Next, I kind of brushed on a few moments ago, but Hogwarts cirriculum is not what you need when you come up against Death Eaters trying to kill you, you need to be prepared. It'll come up again in the will reading, and the opportunity will be there for you to take.

Finally don't forget to have some fun, prank the Slytherins, date some girls. Get yourself out of your shell, you might want to bulk up a bit, girls don't normally go for people who are skinnier than themselves! Again this will be touched on in the will reading.

There is no point for a long drag out goodbye because this won't be the last you'll hear of me, not by a long shot. You'll understand soon enough,

Love, your very proud Godfather, Sirius

Harry had held back the tears whilst reading this, it had made it all the more real to receive official confirmation of his death, but what Sirius had written had prevented him from ruining the parchment. Placing the parchment down he began to shake, whimpering quietly as tears poured down his face. The words going through Harry's head over and over again, he tried to sniff through his blocked nose, feebly attempting to stop crying but he seemed that he had triggered something and couldn't stop crying as memories of Sirius poured in, he curled up under his thin blanket trying to find some comfort in the lumpy mattress as he hid his face from the world and sobbed uncontrollably...

He didn't want to insult Sirius memory...

He didn't want to insult his parent's memories...

He had to accept what Sirius said, because every word of it was true. He hadn't tried hard at anything unless he really wanted to, he had to do this, he had to, he had to uphold Sirius's and his Mothers and Fathers reputations. Prove to the world that he was not some kid who get's lucky, show them that he is one of the best there will be.

He was Harry James Potter, and he had something to prove.

The two weeks Harry had been at Privet Drive had been some what enlightening, they'd been interesting to say the least , but with the time he had on his hands he had done so much thinking that he might as well be studying for his O. again. He had been going on runs, almost spontaneously, he was skinny and he wanted to change that about himself, he wanted to look intimadating and confident, he had been confronting his feelings, as Sirius had suggested. Get all the skeletons out of his closet, it would give him a clearer mindset, plus it was like a weight was lifted. He had begun organising his mind, which was one of the first steps to mastering Occlumency properly, a rough outline of Occlumency, including brief descriptions and how to begin occluding your mind was in a book Harry had been given as a Christmas present a year earlier. He had deduced from it the basic instructions on how to start Occlumency training but he would ne something more detailed, but being such a rare magical skill there wasn't many books on the subject, after owling Flourish and Blotts, they had sent him a catalogue of all books he could owl order, but there wasn't any relevant books.

However there were a fair few books that caught his eye however and he had began listing them down, he had finalised his pickings three days a go and was expecting delivery sometime today, he couldn't really feel excited about it but it had given him something to look forward to, something to do other than mind numbingly boring chores, of course whilst doing these chores it would give him a chance to organise his mind properly, since he had started this he had noticed he had grown an eye for detail and was making other things much more aware, it was like having an unorganised mind clouded his perception and other qualities he hadn't really noticed he had, for instance. He had developed quite a knack for guessing who his guard was, it was just small details he had picked up on whilst he was working on the chores his Aunt had set him, he would notice movements or noises his invisibly guard would make and from this Harry would be able to come to the conclusion on who that was.

At the moment he was making use of Herbology skills and was tending to the front garden, pruning flowers and shearing the bushes. At least these plants didn't attack you, Harry thought. He was tending to the rose bushes when a small movement caught his eye, Mundungus had either woken up or had stumbled in his drunken had known it was Mundungus from the light odour of stale tobacco and firewhiskey that had greeted his nostrils since he had come outside, but the stench of alcohol gave no indication if he was drunk, Fletcher always smelt like that.

Harry was thinking about the letter he had been given from Sirius and the subsequent letter from Gringotts, not surprisingly Dumbledore had written to him expressing concern for his safety and when the date of the will arrived and Harry wasn't present the goblin's, for lack of a better word were very angry and had told Dumbledore expressively that the will could not be read without the main benefactor, so another the reading was re-scheduled for a week yesterday.

His thoughts turned to what Dumbledore had told him when the goblins had postponed the will reading...

"It seems Harry that the goblins need your presence as the main benefactor..." Dumbledore had paused, expecting Harry to ask frantically what that meant and argue he didn't want anything but was met by a solemn nod.

"So you have been asked to attend on the 18th of July, their shall be an order guard to escort you safely. You should be prepared to leave Privet Drive for 12:00 sharp...is there anything you wanted to ask?" asked Dumbledore.

"No professor" muttered Harry, who returned to reading his book. He heard a slight sigh and he fought to keep a frown of his face.

"Very well, I shall see you soon Harry. Stay safe." added Dumbledore, with that Fawkes burst into his room in a fireball and with a low trill exited with Dumbledore.

A hiccup brought him from his thoughts, Harry glanced at the direction it had come from and it happened again. Harry suppressed a smile as he rose, back burning from stretching. He heard a soft splutter and the slosh of liquid, drinking it was. Smiled Harry, he was going to go into the kitchen for a glass of water when he muttered just loud enough for Mundungus to hear,

"Death Eaters might not be able to see you Dung, but they'd hear you a mile away. Plus how would you fight them if your smashed?" chuckled Harry, leaving the question open as he went to get his drink. Under the borrowed invisibility cloak Mundungus stifled a snort of laughter, his shift was over soon anyway. See if he could spot Mad-Eye, thought Mundungus, taking another swig.

Harry leant into to the kitchen so as not to tread any mud into the house and poured himself a glass of water, taking his time before he got back to work. It was approaching evening, that meant two things. His owl order would be coming and a change of guard, and by Harry's calculations it was either Moody or Charlie Weasley. But Harry was fairly sure it would be Mad-Eye, who would be sure to report a package being delivered. Pondering on what to do he took another sip of his water, taking a glance at the front garden, he had little over a half hour of work to do. The Dursley's were out at a dinner party tonight, the fridge had a padlock on it and the batteries for the television remote had been hidden.

Not that he wanted to watch television, when his books arrived he would undoubtedly be up all night pouring over the Occlumency text book, honing his mind. Draining his glass he got back to work, focusing on finishing as quickly as he could...

Three hours later, the sun was beginning to set, the Dursleys had left and the image of an owl in the sky line was growing bigger and bigger. Harry was urging the owl to fly faster, but it was another minute before it flew into the window Harry had left open. The bird threw Harry a dirty look, not that he could blame it. It had just had to carry two dozen books, Harry quickly untied the package, the owl gave him a indignant hoot, turned and flew back out of the window, not bothering to rest.

Closing his window he saw Moody's wooden leg extend from under his invisibility cloak for a split second, he couldn't resist it.

"Constant Vigilance Moody!" said Harry loudly, he couldn't seem Moody turn to him but knew that Mad-Eye was giving him an furious look. With that he closed the window and was oblivious to the world around him until late next morning...

Moody was seething, not only had Potter declared Moody's position to the surrounding area but he Potter had also either seen or knew it was him. It was unsettling, he was sure the boy had glanced in his direction almost every time he had been on guard, and some of the reports Mundungus and some of the Weasley family had given him let him know that he was not the only one being noticed. Heck Charlie Weasley had told him that Harry had asked him about how the Norbert was doing the moment his shift had began.

He would tell Albus about this at the next Order meeting, he had so far kept it quiet thinking it was lucky guesses but it was something else... Almost as if he had developed into a skill and Dumbledore had asked to be kept up to date about anything new Harry might be doing.

Taking a few more deep breaths he calmed down and settled into the night shift, but he noticed Potters bedroom light didn't go out at all...

This is a more realistic version of my other story. And instead of the plot with my other story it won't be everyone has lied to Harry. There will be some resentment, but it's not going to be a SuperHarry which is what I think my other story was turning into. This will be more gritty/realism. I hope you enjoy it!

Please review it to help me make the story better for you to read...

And by the way, I'm using Pages 08, Apple Software. I don't know how to change the spellchecker to English UK, I proofread every chapter, but I make mistakes.

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