Harry awoke suddenly and quickly and quietly changed. He knew if he wanted to get away from the Dursley's for the day, now would be the time to leave, he may not get a chance later and that was never good; all it meant for Harry was chores, abuse and yelling.

He reached under the bed, removed a loose floor board and grabbed the tin that lay there. it was an old tea tin that he put all the money he had into, years of saving lunch money and nicking off a couple pounds from his uncle's wallet had surmounted to almost 2000 pounds. Harry took out about 50 and stuffed into his pocket before returning it under the floor board; if his family knew of the money that he had, it would not be pretty sight to behold after his uncle was through with him. Harry grabbed his coat and without a sound was out onto Privet Dr. The sun had yet to come up but the tall tell pink was already beginning to dye the sky.

As soon as Harry was around the corner he waved his hand over his clothes and they morphed themselves to his size. It was a trick he learned after years of living in the hand-me-downs of his overly obese cousin. Harry had bought himself proper fitting clothes and threw out his cousins sheets out, they did not fit him whatsoever and doubted that they would ever fit him. After his clothes and reformed to their original state of a Manchester football jersey, simple jeans, and some new sneakers he began to work on his appearance; Dirty blond hair, blue eyes and made his scar disappear. It was the scar he had to concentrate the most because it was somehow more resilient to disappearing but after so many years, it now became natural.

Satisfied that he would not be recognized Harry began his two hour morning routine. First stop was to a diner, he had frequented it so often that nobody questioned why he, a child, came there alone every day. He gave the answer that he lived with a mother who worked the night shift at the hospital and usually didn't come home till he was already at school so his mom left him money to eat here. Funny thing was that Harry lied so easily that nobody questioned it, even though he gave that excuse first when he was six and that had been four years ago, technically 5, his birthday was coming up soon.

"Same as usual hun?"

Harry looked up at the waitress and smiled at her "Good morning Joanne, how are you?"

"Well could be better," she said smiling back

"Found her yet?" Harry asked

"Not yet but I'm sure I'll find her," Joanne said with a sad smile before walking away to put his order in

Joanne was from the states, she was searching for her young daughter who she had thought had died at birth only to find out that her parents had forged her signature to give up the child for adoption since she was barely 18. That had been over 10 years ago. In fact the first day that Harry had entered this diner, was her first day and they had quickly become friends. Sighing he pulled the paper on the counter towards himself and began reading.

Reading was Harry passion, to him knowledge was power. Harry need that power to one day leave the Dursley's. Harry had quickly learned to not show his knowledge to them after he had brought home a test in which he scored 100%. After the burtal beating Harry had resolved to do everything in his power to leave that house as soon as possible and the only logical way out was to do well in school, skip some grades and go off to a university as soon as possible. Although Harry was only 10 going on 11 he had already skipped all of middle school, grade 9 and was now already beginning all his courses for grade 10. Even then he was already taking advanced placement courses earning him college credit. His goal, to have a master's by the time he was 18. It may have seemed a little farfetched but Harry's drive and natural raw intelligence was at such that he was easily passing his courses with A's. To the point where he was grabbing textbooks from the local library and reading them at alarming rates and retaining the information; he thirsted for it.

"Here you go hun," Joanne said as she laid the plate before him. Harry smiled and gave a quiet thank you before he started eating. After he was done he paid for his meal and left a generous tip for Joanne and with exchanges of goodbyes and good luck, Harry was on his way down the street, by this time the sun was already up and people were walking around. Harry casually strolled down the street, it was summer break and he was going to enjoy this day without a constable stopping him due classes being out.

Harry redirected his route after an hour to the local library. When he took his first step into the library he paused for a moment and took a deep breath, he loved the smell of all the old books mixed with that 'new book' smell. He chuckled to himself before he gave a nod to the librarian who gave a smile and nod in return.

Harry quickly redirected to his latest favorite section, every summer he would choose a section of the library and concentrate on that section till he finished it in its entirety. This year he had chosen Marine biology but seeing as, though there many books, a lot of them had the same information so he redirected himself to the history section. History had to be Harry's best and favorite section out of all, there was so much that could be learned. So much to review in the history of the world, as of right now he was in the middle ages of Europe and had taken a fascination to the 'magic' of the age. He found that he was drawn to it for some reason and as he read he began to notice that some of the things that he did were mentioned in the books.

Harry knew he was different. Changing clothing and your body was not normal, he always knew that. Up until now he just considered himself special, kind of like the American comic books the X-Men. He believed himself a mutant. Of course he told nobody, who would believe him and if he showed them, all they would do is lock him up and try and study him and Harry didn't want to go from the prison that was #4 Privet Dr. to a literal prison, even though prison sounded like Disneyland compared to the Dursley residence. Harry snapped out of his mental rant and pulled out the book that he had been reading before settling into the couch and reading.

Harry had been reading for a good 2 hours when suddenly –

"Um, excuse me, I was wondering if you were going to check out that book?"

Harry looked up and was started to find a bushy haired girl standing in front of him with a large stack of book already in her arms. Harry was fascinated that she was able to carry all those heavy book without falling over.

"Uh no but I'm kinda reading it right now," Harry said as he eyed the girl and the book she was carrying. It was plainly obvious that this girl was smart, why else would she be holding several college level history books and asking for the book that was now in his hands, which was a college senior level, but he had to make sure that she was and not just another silly girl who thought that these books would help her with her grade 5 "history" paper of the middle ages, "um are you writing an essay? Because those book are college level, you'll never be able to understand that, you might want to look in the young adult section for something more your level, I would be happy to –"

The girl got visibly red, "THESE BOOKS ARE NOT ABOVE MY LEVEL! FOR YOUR INFORMATION I AM WRITING A PAPER FOR MY ADVANCED PLACENT WORLD HISTORY CLASS, I AM TAKING GRADE TEN CLASSES, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND HAVE GOT SOME NERVE!" Harry was stunned but not down, he did not like getting yelled at; he was not going to take this from anybody, even a girl.

"HA! AS IF YOU WERE TAKING AP WORLD HISTORY! IF YOU WERE YOU WERE WRITING A PAPER FOR THAT CLASS YOU WOULDN'T HAVE "THE HISTORY OF THE ANCIENT WORLD: FROM THE EARLIEST ACCOUNTS TO THE FALL OF ROME"! YOU WOULD NOW THAT, THAT BOOK WOULD ONLY BE GOOD FOR YOU IF YOU WERE LOOKING TO WRITE A PAPER FOR GRADE 12, IF YOU WERE TAKING AP WORLD HISTORY, WHICH BY THE WAY IS A COLLEGE COURSE, YOU WOULD USE "A PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE WORLD: FROM THE STONE AGE TO THE NEW MILLENNIUM" WHICH IS USED WIDELY BY SCHOOLS SUCH AS OXFORD, YALE, HARVARD AND STANFORD!" Harry ranted

"OH, COME ON! "THE HISTORY OF THE ANCIENT WORLD" IS MUCH MORE CREDIBLE THAN "A PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE WORLD"!" the girl countered even though she knew for a fact that Harry was right. She just couldn't help but argue with him

"WHAT! ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT STANFORD IS USING THE WRONG TEXTBOOK?" Harry asked baffled

"AND IF I AM?" the girl asked

"I WOULD HAVE A HARD TIME BELIEVEING THAT YOU KNOW MORE THAN THE PROFESSORS AT STANDFORD, YALE, HARVARD, AND OXFORD!" Harry yelled

"FINE, WHY DON'T YOU SHOW ME HOW ITS DONE THEN, MR. KNOW-IT-ALL, I HAVE PAPER DUE ON THE EUROPEON MIDDLE AGES, WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHOW ME WHY 'A PEOPLE'S HISTORY' IS SOOOOO MUCH BETTER," girl countered

"FINE I WILL," Harry said as he grabbed the stack of books the girl that the girl was carrying and moved over to a table, "sit down," he said as he gestured to the seat next to him. the girl just raised an eyebrow at him. Harry rolled his eyes, "please."

"Oh so he does have manner, I was beginning to think you didn't have any. Never met someone who was such an opposite of a gentleman," she said as she sat down, "my name is Hermione Granger," she said sticking out her hand and smiled at Harry.

Harry stared at her hand and then Hermione and smiled, he suddenly realized he had been played into helping her with the essay, "Harry, Harry Potter," he said as he shook her hand, and sighed, "you knew didn't you?"

Hermione nodded, "yes but I've never met anybody who had was as smart as me," she said as she pulled out a stack of paper and some pens

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Who said I was as smart as you, if you're luck you're as smart as me, though I doubt it," Harry said chuckled

"Who was the one who got played into writing an essay?" Hermione said raising an eyebrow

"Touché," Harry said

"Parlez-vous français?" Hermione asked

"seulement ce que j'ai moi-même enseigné, ma grammaire est encore faible," Harry responded

"Well for being self-taught, its actually really good but I do agree that your grammar could probably use some work, especially if you taught yourself," Hermione responded, "So ok, let's get started on this essay.

They had been sitting, working on the essay for almost three hours and were just finishing revising it when they were suddenly interrupted.

"I'm sorry but these came in for via, I'm sorry I know this is weird but, owl and the envelopes has specific addresses," she said before she walked away

Harry and Hermione looked down at the envelopes and read them

Harry James Potter/Hermione Jean Granger

RICHMOND CENTRAL LENDING LIBRARY

LITTLE GREEN

TW9 1QL RICHMOND , SURREY

Second Table on the Right in the History Section

Right/ Left seat

Harry and Hermione exchanged looks before opening the letters

So idk if I want to make this a dark!Harry/Hermione story but it will be a Harry/Hermione/Daphne so Review