Adopted fic from StarBolt7. I own nothing, not even the plot sadly. I am grateful and honored to rewrite this though. (Sorry, I downloaded the wrong chapter. I want to start from scratch so I don't feel like I'm just copying StarBolt7.

Thirteen year old Harry Potter rolled his eyes as his pudgy uncle rambled on about how he hated the young teenager. It was times like this that he wished could stay at Hogwarts over the summer instead of going home to the Dursleys.

"I don't understand it boy; why do we have to keep you in our house if your damn godfather is alive?" Vernon complained. Harry sighed.

"Because he just broke out of prison and is still framed for being the reasons my parents are dead." He explained for what seemed like the tenth time.

"Why do I care?" Vernon snarled as he parked in the driveway. Harry glanced at Hedwig.

"Because you keep asking me?" He retorted. Vernon shot him a deathly glare.

"Don't you talk to back to me boy." He growled as they got out of the car.

"I wouldn't have to if you just shut up." Harry muttered. His uncle's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Why you-"

"Vernon."

Harry and Vernon looked behind them and saw Petunia glaring at her husband.

"Not in public." She warned. Vernon grunted.

"Get inside boy; we have something important to discuss." He said before taking his wife inside.

Harry glared at his retreating guardians as he took his trunk out, then Hedwig's cage. "This is going to be a long summer."

"Hey Potter." Dudley smiled wickedly as his smaller cousin entered. "Lemme give you a hand." Because he was expecting it, Harry dodged Dudley's fist and quickly ran upstairs to put his things away.

"Hurry up boy!" He heard his uncle yell as he placed his trunk on his bed.

"Oy, why don't you hurry up and shut up?" Harry muttered. "Wish me luck, Hedwig."

"Comb your hair," Was the first thing his uncle said to him when he walked downstairs.

"I did." Harry insisted as he glanced at his 'lovely' family. Petunia looked a bit nervous; Dudley looked like he was ready to play "Get Harry", and Vernon looked grumpy. Nothing new there.

"Sit down." Vernon barked. Harry mentally rolled his eyes as he sat on the ground in front of the couch across from them. That was one of the rules; don't touch anything, even when they told him to.

"Yes?" He asked after a few minutes of silence. Vernon gave him a dirty look, like whenever he dared to ask a question.

"Quiet!" He barked. "I'm thinking!"

No wonder he looks like he's in pain. Harry thought as his uncle scrunched up his face and Harry instantly saw the resemblance between him and Dudley.

"Listen boy, there's a new family moving in next door and we want to make a good impression….something you wouldn't understand." Vernon finally said. Harry felt his temper rising but calmed himself down by imagining himself hexing the Dursleys or them being chased by the basilisk.

"We already met them a few months ago and we have already concluded that they don't have a single trace of your freaky abnormality in their blood." Vernon continued.

What does blood have to do with anything? Harry thought.

"They also have a daughter your age and I do not want you to make any contact with her, or any of them! Understand?" Vernon said menacingly. Harry nodded.

"Yes sir. I swear not to interfere with this fantastic opportunity for you." He promised. Vernon grunted in satisfaction.

"They're coming over for dinner and I want you to stay upstairs and pretend you don't exist, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now go to your room."

Now go to Hell. Harry thought as he headed to his small bedroom.

"What a fun summer." He muttered to Hedwig, absently glancing out the window. And what he saw almost made knock his owl's cage over.

"I can't believe it." He exclaimed as he stared at a very familiar face.

Again, sorry for putting up the wrong first chapter. What do you think? It's pretty much the same thing; just….different. Please drop a review and tell me what you think!