Summer

Harry spent his summer in relative comfort at the Dursleys. It was obvious that they didn't want him there any more than he wanted to be there but someone had had a 'talk' with them.

They had given him a proper room now that had used to be his cousins playroom situated between their bedrooms.

His cousins had both avoided him all summer, likely afraid of what he might do even though it had been Hagrid to give Dudley a tail the previous summer.

Harry was content to let them believe he may attack them though he had been warned wizards in training were not allowed to use magic outside of school.

He spent his days more than a little annoyed that his friends had not witten him at all. He hadn't bothered to give them his phone number as Hermione had explained how magic tended to negativity effect electronics, especially in higher concentration like at wizard homes or schools.

Uncle Vernon had **** Harry to keep his owl, Hedwig, locked in her cage preventing him from sending any messages out.

He wondered what Carolina was up to. His mark had formed a connection between them and when he thought of her he instinctively knew where she was and could feel she was concerned and maybe even worried about something most of the time.

Harry spent most of his time trying to distract himself and stay out of his aunt and uncles way. Tonight seemed especially important to do so as they were entertaining someone very important to his uncles work.

Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry as he entered the house, "Do not forget what you are to do tonight, boy."

"I know be in my room, pretending I don't exist. Look I got a book from the library, I'll be reading quietly."

"You had damn well better."

Harry entered his room a lay upon his bed happy his uncle hadn't looked close at the title of his book. He had gotten it from a secret room at his local library and it contained more advanced spells not meant to be learned until the final school years or later.

He may not be able to practice any of them yet but he was determined to learn what he could.

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His reading was interrupted later by his uncle barging in. "Don't forget what you promised boy."

"Yeah I know, I'll be quiet as a church mouse."

He looked out into the hall seeing his cousins deliberately avoiding eye contact with him. They were both dressed in their finest.

Dudley was Harry's age was obese like his father, dressed in nice slacks and a dress shirt his bowtie was nearly hidden by his chins.

Debbie was two years younger at seventeen, thinner like her mother she was fit from playing soccer and dressed in a conservative floral dress.

Veron huffed, sceptical of his nephew, and hearing the doorbell, stomped down the stairs followed by his children.

Harry shrugged and closed the door. Turning back to his bed he did a double take catching sight of eyes peering out from his closet.