Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Reborn

Chapter 1: The worst summer ever

It was a hot sunny afternoon in mid June on Privet Drive. Nothing was moving, not even the teenage boy on the ground in front of a garden at Number 4. Even though everything looked ordinary this was no ordinary teenage boy. This boy was a wizard and non other than Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Harry's parents were killed by an evil Wizard when Harry was one year old. Harry was given to the Dursleys, his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley. The Dursleys were Muggles, people with no magic talent, and they hated anything to do with magic, including Harry. When Harry was small, they kept him in the cupboard under the stairs. His Aunt and Uncle told Harry that his parents were killed in a car crash, and he believed it. That was until his 11th birthday when Harry found out he was a wizard. Hagrid, the half giant keeper of the keys and grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, came to collect Harry as he was to start at Hogwarts that year.

Hagrid introduced Harry to the Wizarding World as well as informing him how his parents really died. Hagrid also told Harry who killed his parents, and that Harry was a famous person in the Wizarding World, known as 'the boy who lived'. Harry is the only person to survive the killing curse. All that remained of the failed curse was a lightning bolt shaped scar on Harry's forehead. Harry's scar would hurt when Voldemort was near or thinking murderous thoughts, usually about Harry. Voldemort was the wizard who killed Harry's parents and was thought to be dead himself, but Harry learned different during his first year at Hogwarts.

Harry survived his second encounter with Voldemort as well as encounters in his second and fourth years. However what was left of Voldemort finally returned to his full power and in new body at the end of Harry's fourth year. This was accomplished by the traitor to Harry's parents, their best friend Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail. Wormtail performed a complex spell that included bone from Voldemort's father, Wormtail's hand, and Harry's blood.

That brings us back to where Harry is now, passed out on the ground in front of the Dursleys' house. The reason that Harry is unconscious is because of a vision that involved Voldemort and the pain in his scar that this caused...

Harry found himself in an old manor that seemed familiar to him.

"Wormtail!" hissed a man in a high pitched, hissing voice.

"Yes, master?" said Wormtail rather shakily.

"I need to find Potter. I know that you attended Muggle studies classes when you were at Hogwarts. Can you find a way to locate him using that knowledge?" asked the man. "You are the only one of my followers that has that type of knowledge."

"I will try my Lord Voldemort," responded Wormtail.

"You will do better than try Wormtail, Crucio," Voldemort said coolly.

Wormtail screamed and writhed in pain from the effects of the curse. Harry too screamed in pain, the pain in his scar. After Voldemort felt his servant sufficiently punished, he released Wormtail from the curse, and Harry passed out from the pain in his scar.

"Boy, what are you doing asleep on the ground, in front of the house no less!?!" screamed Aunt Petunia.

"My scar hurt," Harry replied. His scar still stung from the ordeal.

"Nonsense," said Petunia "That scar of yours cannot do that it is just an ordinary scar. Besides it is time for supper, wash up and come inside."

How could Harry expect any sympathy from his aunt when she hated anything remotely related to magic? He got himself up brushing the dirt off his clothes and hands. He was weeding the front garden when the vision struck. He picked up his tools, walked around to the back of the small house, and put them away in the tool shed. He could see a snowy owl perched in a tree next to the shed.

"Hello Hedwig, got a letter for me?" he asked her.

Hedwig swooped down and into the shed via the window in the back, landing on the workbench and sticking out her leg where the letter was attached. He untied it from his faithful owl and gave her a treat from his pocket. Looking at the letter he noticed the telltale green ink, letting him know that it was from Hogwarts. He put it in his pocket to read later.

"Hurry up boy!" Petunia yelled from the back door. "Your uncle will be home soon, and I want you clean and ready for supper!"

"Coming, Aunt Petunia," responded Harry. "You better clear out, Hedwig, before she sees you."

He went inside leaving his dirty shoes on the porch so as to not track in any dirt. He went upstairs and quickly washed up and changed his clothes finishing as Vernon drove up to the house.

"I'm home Petunia!" he yelled from the front door.

"Dinner is on the table, Dear," she replied.

Harry came down the stairs and greeted his uncle, "Hello, Uncle Vernon."

"Did you finish your chores today?" asked Vernon.

"Not quite Uncle Vernon, my scar gave me a fit this afternoon," replied Harry.

"I found him asleep in the front yard a short while ago, Vernon!" said Petunia irritably.

"We need to be a little more understanding, Petunia," Uncle Vernon said as he gave Harry a wary look. "He is not like the rest of us you know."

Things had changed slightly this summer from previous summers at the Dursleys. It had to do with a conversation that Harry had with Vernon on the way home from the school train.

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Uncle Vernon was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs. Weasley was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him and whispered in his ear, "I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry."

"See you, Harry," said Ron, clapping him on the back.

"'Bye, Harry!" said Hermione, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Harry - thanks," George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side.

Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station.

Uncle Vernon helped Harry load his trunk into the car and started to drive home. Harry could tell that Vernon was fuming about something but chose to remain quiet so as not to provoke him into a tirade that was sure to come.

"We received a letter from that headmaster of yours," Vernon finally said. "At least he knows how to use normal post instead of those ruddy birds."

Harry had not known that Professor Dumbledore had sent a letter to the Dursleys. He wondered what it had said. He didn't have to wait long.

"He told us about that infernal tournament that you participated in," spat Vernon. "And about the return of, 'Bolder Mort', I think the name was."

"Voldemort," replied Harry.

Vernon's face tuned red with anger. "Mind your tongue boy!" retorted Vernon. "I will not have you speaking about that abnormal world of yours!"

"Why not? You are," responded Harry. He was getting rather put off with Uncle Vernon's attitude. He began to get a tingly feeling behind his eyes.

Vernon pulled sharply over to the shoulder of the road and stopped rather abruptly. The tingly feeling started to turn to pressure, and Harry knew that he was about to loose control. Vernon turned toward Harry, but before he began to scold Harry for his insubordination, he noticed the look on Harry's face. Uncle Vernon paused a moment before continuing.

"Harry, Son, Petunia and I have graciously given you a home for the last 13 years. The least you could do is respect our wishes not to be involved in your world," he said calmly.

Harry saw the fear in Uncle Vernon's eyes and noticed how pale he had become. The pressure behind his eyes began to subside a little. Harry decided to try and take a little advantage of the situation. "I will try to honor that request as long as everyone treats me with some semblance of respect," he said coolly.

Vernon started to turn red again but only for a moment. "I will have a talk with Petunia and Dudley when we return home, so please be a little patient," he replied. Vernon was a little taken aback with Harry's request, but thought that the situation was diffused for the time being.

"I need to be able to get my homework done this summer," said Harry. "I also need to study, so I can take my finals when I return on September 1st. I didn't get to take them this year because of that 'infernal' tournament," he added throwing Vernon's words back at him.

"We will talk about that later," Vernon said. "We had better be going or dinner will be cold by the time we get there."

That satisfied Harry for the moment, but he still had a question. "Uncle Vernon, did Professor Dumbledore say anything else in his letter?"

Vernon thought for a moment how to respond. There were things there that Harry wasn't supposed to know yet. However there were other things that he would find out when they returned home that evening as well.

"We are to allow you to rest for a little while longer to recover from your tournament. There was more as well, but we are not allowed to tell you. You will find out when the time is right," was his response.

Neither Harry nor Vernon said another word the rest of the trip.

When they arrived home Harry said, "I'm more tired than hungry, so I'll just go to bed." He did this to give Uncle Vernon a chance to have that talk with Petunia and Dudley.

"Just leave your stuff here by the door. I'll take care of it later," said Uncle Vernon.

Harry left his trunk and Hedwig's cage near the front door as he was asked. He then when up the stair but stopped at the top to listen in on what was said in the kitchen.

"How was your trip with the boy? He didn't give you any trouble did he?" asked Petunia.

"As a matter of fact, he did, and we need to have a family meeting on this," said Vernon rather dejectedly.

"Are you sure that Dudders needs to be a part of this?" she asked uncertainly.

"Defiantly," he responded.

The Dursleys sat down at the kitchen table, and Vernon told them what happened on the way home. He told them how Harry's facial expression looked similar to when he blew up his sister. Dudley covered his butt with his hands, again remembering the first time he had a run in with a wizard. He then put one of them over his mouth remembering last summer when the Weasleys came to collect Harry.

"The scariest part was his eyes, Petunia, they almost glowed," he said. "We have got to treat him with a little more respect if we are going to avoid a repeat of two years ago. That goes double for you and your friends Dudley."

"But, Daddy, I cannot control how my friends behave when they are here," cried Dudley.

"You will, or you will end up like your Aunt Marge or worse. Maybe you will get a pair of ears to match the tail you got!" threatened Vernon.

Harry felt that things were turning out in his favor and continued to his room, changed, and went to bed.

When Harry awoke the next morning, he looked at his wrist to see what time it was and remembered that he had yet to replace it after the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He looked outside and saw the sun was out and guessed that it was about mid morning. He also noticed Hedwig in a tree outside with her head under a wing asleep.

"How did she get outside?" he mused. "And where is my trunk? I told Uncle Vernon that I needed to study this summer more than usual."

He got himself dressed and went downstairs to see if there was some breakfast left for him.

"Did Sleeping Beauty finally wake up?" joked Dudley has Harry came down stairs.

Harry ignored his cousin and went to the kitchen.

"About time you got up, you laze about," sneered Petunia.

"Good morning to you too," Harry replied. "Is there any breakfast left?"

"Here" she said while shoving a small plate of crackers and a glass of water to him. "Tomorrow be up in time for breakfast, and there might be more. I gave Dudley yours as well this morning. I cannot believe that Smeltings still thinks that my Dudders is fat. They were starving him to death. He is just big boned. Now they will not allow him to return to school until he is a more 'reasonable' size."

Harry looked over to his cousin and noticed that he had somehow managed to get even larger under the forced diet that he had to follow at school.

"Aunt Petunia, where is my school trunk and Hedwig's cage?" asked Harry.

"If I have anything to say about it, they are locked away where they will stay!" she said.

Harry was glad that he had pocketed his wand before he had left the train. He pulled it out from under his shirt and pointed it threateningly at his Aunt. "You don't have anything to say about it," Harry said coldly.

Screaming, Dudley ran from the room covering his ears.

"Y-Y-Y-You are not a-a-allowed to do anything with th-th-that while you are not in school," she said shakily looking at his wand.

Harry put the wand away. "You are right, but you also know that I don't need a wand to do anything, remember Aunt Marge? Remember the snake at the zoo? Remember what happened to my hair after you shaved it off?"

Harry's eyes started to glow a bright emerald green.

"Y-You will get expelled from that freakish school of yours if you do anything," she stammered.

"I didn't get into any trouble when I blew up Aunt Marge," said Harry.

"W-We will discuss this when your uncle comes home. U-Until that time please stay in your room. Y-You are supposed to be resting anyway. I will b-bring you some lunch later," she managed to say.

Realizing that he had got his message through he decided to do as Petunia suggested. He took his crackers and water upstairs to his room.

That night after the Dursleys had dinner in the kitchen while Harry had his in his room, Vernon and Petunia went up to Harry's room to discuss his studies. As much as they hated magic Vernon and Petunia were feeling that they had no choice in the matter. However they still would not allow Harry to practice magic in their house and that was final. Harry also realized that he had no choice either because this was the 'safest' place from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. So they were at a stalemate.

"I need to write to Professor Dumbledore about this. As you have all my school stuff locked away I will need a pen and paper from you. Until I receive a response from him can we agree to leave matters as they are for the time being?"

"I suppose so," replied Vernon thoughtfully

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That was all two weeks ago and Harry had not received a reply from Dumbledore yet. After the first week was over the Dursleys had enough of Harry lazing about and decided to do something about it.

"Harry, as your week of rest is over, it is time for you to earn your keep here in this house," said Petunia the next morning. "You can start by cleaning this kitchen. Then the back garden needs to be weeded, grass cut, hedges trimmed, and there is a box of bulbs that need planting in the front garden."

Harry wanted to protest but thought better of it. The Dursleys were back to their old tricks of trying to stamp the magic out of him. As he had no response from Dumbledore yet, he had nothing to fight back with.

"I am still a little weak from school, so I will do what I can," he said.

Petunia looked like she was just about to retort but thought better of it. She said nothing.

At least they are being civil with me now, thought Harry. He finished his breakfast and went to work on his list.

As they sat down for dinner, Vernon and Petunia were acting a little smug about something. He was back to doing all the chores around the house and everything was 'normal' again. Harry said to himself, I finally have my response from Dumbledore this will all change soon enough. He felt the letter stashed away in his jean pocket which Hedwig had brought him earlier this afternoon.

"Harry, wash the dishes then you can go to your room," said Vernon as they finished dinner.

Harry did as he was told in record time. He wanted to see what Dumbledore had to say about the current situation. When he finally got to his room he opened the letter and read it.

Harry,

I am sorry to see that your relatives will not allow you to perform you studies in their home. I am currently looking for a suitable location for you to stay over the summer. I have told the Weasleys that you cannot stay with them as it is well known that you are close friends with them. The same story is for Ms. Granger's home. You cannot stay at Hogwarts either as most of the professors have gone home for the holidays. If I am unable to locate a place for you to stay soon, I will arrive at your home to try and reach an agreement with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, so you can continue your studies. Meanwhile stay the current course. We cannot allow you to do anything drastic, including hexing your relatives. I will not be able to protect you from the MOM a second time.

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I have also sent a letter to your aunt and uncle telling them of the current status.

Harry was devastated, not only was he unable to study and get his homework done, he couldn't do any form of magic to change the situation. Dumbledore even told the Dursleys what was happening, no wonder they were so smug at dinner. Harry then began to smile, tonight he would pick the lock the muggle way to get what he needed and hide it under the loose floorboard under his bed.

At 1 AM Harry carefully crept downstairs, making sure to skip the third step which creaked when you stepped on it. He took the wires that he had bent to do the job and after a short time had the lock open. He opened the door 'WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET', 'WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEET' The sound was so loud and sudden that Harry stood there in shock not knowing what to do.

"POTTER!!!" yelled Uncle Vernon as he raced down the stairs.

He punched in the disarming code on the key pad in the cupboard under the stairs and all went quiet, too quiet. Uncle Vernon was huffing and puffing slightly from the short run. Harry could tell that he was in for some serious punishment.

"BOY, YOU BROKE OUR AGREEMENT," Uncle Vernon roared at Harry. His face red with anger. "And since you did, I will break mine. Tomorrow all your school stuff will be sent to the dump. Monday I will call Stonewall High and get you enrolled. YOU WILL NOT BE GOING BACK TO THAT INFERNAL SCHOOL EVER AGAIN!!! Now go back to your bed and stay there until you are called in the morning!"

Vernon punched in the arming code and after a "Beep, Beep" he closed the door, locking it again. He turned around and saw Harry glaring at him, his eyes glowing like never before. The color in Uncle Vernon's face drained as if someone pulled out a drain plug.

"D-D-Don't try anything Harry if you d-d-don't want problems with that s-s-stupid M-M-Ministry of yours," Vernon stammered.

Harry's eyes went out like someone had flipped a switch. He had lost, and he knew there was nothing he could do. He bowed his head and trudged back to his room, broken in spirit.