A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K.Rowling does.

Chapter 1- Summoning and Surprises

It was a quiet day in Number 4 Privet drive. To an outsider the house was as normal and neat like the respectable family the Dursleys proclaim themselves to be. They sympathize with the Dursleys because they have to put up with the criminal boy in their house as the Dursleys have convinced of their nephew. The boy himself looks like a collection of abnormalities in the very aura around him. The most prominent features are his emerald green eyes and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. For the people in the Privet Drive he was just another ruffian and made criminal Harry Potter.

Yet they do not know that this man was far from normal. He was a person who can be claimed as the peak of abnormality. He is a wizard. The one who survived The Dark Lord five times. The one whom the Wizarding world looks upon as a hero and a lunatic. Yes The Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, etc.

One would expect such a man to be proud, arrogant, feeling like he was on the top of the world. But they are wrong. Here is a Boy, no Man who has the weight of the world on his shoulder. He is the one who has to kill the feared Dark Lord. He is the one who just lost his Godfather.

Harry was not well. He is angry. He is sad. He is feeling guilty. He is depressed. He is just spending his summer after the incident in the Department of Mysteries. The hearing of the Prophecy did nothing but make him more miserable. Worst of all his friends are not writing to him.

"Maybe they are angry with me" thought Harry. He almost got them killed in that "little" fight of theirs. He would not blame them if they want to stay away from him. He after all is a walking magnet of trouble.

His depressing thoughts may have continued but a slight rustling of the grass made him alert. He was staring at the place from where the sound has come. But there was no one there. Frowning slightly he concentrated to see. He was able to make out the slight blur of the invisibility cloak. He got slightly annoyed. So the order was still following him. Getting irritated he picked up a clod of dirt and threw it at the blur. He got a satisfied feeling hearing a thud and a feminine OW.

"Hi there Tonks" called out Harry. He would bet his entire fortune in his bank that it was her. He naturally won the bet against himself. The invisibility cloak was removed and there stood a sheepish girl with bubblegum pink short hair and a perfect body.

"Wotcher Harry!" greeted Tonks. She was in her Auror clothes.

"Couldn't you be a little more discrete? I mean how could you possibly achieve stealth." Harry asked with an amused grin. She blushed deep red and her hair also matched her colour giving her the look of an over ripe tomato. "Shut up" she snapped back.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at this. At least he was going to have some fun teasing the young auror. With a wicked grin he just started to do that.


It was the day after his birthday. His relatives have blissfully forgotten it. But that is not what surprised him. He has not received a single letter or gift from his friends and his real family the Weasleys. He was very much in shock. He was now really wondering if his friends have really started to shun him. This thought was interrupted when there was a flash of fire a beautiful red phoenix appeared out of the ball of flames.

It was a letter from Dumbledore.

Dear Harry,

I hope you are well. I can see that you are depressed about your godfather. So I thought to give you some time to get used to it. That is why I have decided to take care of your owl and post. You know that it is a dangerous time. So we cannot afford to be careless about the information in the letters. I hope you will understand. We cannot afford another incident like the last one. You will receive your gifts when you arrive at Hogwarts. Please refrain from going out.

Yours Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry was now livid. So he was the reason he got no post. He looked at Fawkes and told him that he was not going to give any reply. Fawkes trilled sympathetically at him and left. He too was fed up with his familiar's manipulation. If this keeps up he would have to leave him. He could only hope it was not too late.


Harry was now angry. He thought that Dumbledore's a sane man. But he now realized he was nothing but a pawn at the old coot's disposal. He was so angry that he failed to notice that a portkey with a goblin has arrived and was watching Harry rant with amusement in his eyes. After a good 5 minutes he interrupted Harry with a cough. Harry jumped a mile high and was immediately pointing a wand at his intruders face. Then he realized that it was a Goblin and calmed down.

"Don't you think you could have knocked first and entered" asked an irritated Harry.

"I apologize for that Mr. Potter. But I was sent here to collect you to bring you to the Gringotts Bank, as you were not there for the will reading of Mr. Black." replied the Goblin Calmly.

But now Harry was livid was an understatement. So that manipulative old geezer kept him out of Sirius's will reading. He was not even informed. When asked, the Goblin reassured him that many owls were sent but they did not get a reply. He also found out that Sirius has legally given Harry emancipation and is now the head of the Black family giving him the title of Lord Baron Potter-Black.

To get the remaining paperwork done Harry along with the Goblin took the portkey to Gringotts.



In the next chapter Harry will find out about his true heritage.


A/N: This is my first fanfic. Please R&R.