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I'm rewriting this chapter, as I feel it could be a lot more comprehensive than it is currently. The whole story is being re-vamped here, so bear with me please! Thank you kindly folks!

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Harry was walking through the halls of Hogwarts, under his invisibility cloak. It was the week after the third task, and Cedric Diggory's death. Harry was tired of everyone asking him if he was okay, or if he needed to see the matron- Right now, all he needed was some alone time, time to be completly alone aside from his thoughts. Harry, contrary to popular belief, wasn't hurt, and was slightly in awe of the power Voldemort had shown that night. His only thought that continually followed him was How do I get that much power?

Voldemort did not scare him like he had back in third year. Harry was a teenager now, and then he had only been in the magical world for nine months, and was eleven.

Honestly, people had labelled him a saviour who was scared of Voldemort! If anything, he admired the Dark Lord for his cruelly creative killing, and his well orchestrated trap.

While he was thinking, he wandered past the very remote classroom he had discovered to hold the Mirror of Erised, and stopped under his cloak when he heard muted voices through the thick oak door.

Harry cast a scrying spell, and looked through the door, and saw Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Dumbledore, all sitting there. They looked like they were in a sort of conference. Harry stopped his wandering and heavy philosophical thinking, and stayed silent and hidden behind the door, listening and watching to their conversation.

"Well, my dear children, what have you unearthed about dear Mr. Potter since our last meeting?" Asked the old headmaster.

Hermione answered first. " He is not showing any signs of emotional trauma, and is coping rather well. He isn't telling us what happened though" she droned, like she was reading how many apples had been sold in Camden Market.

Dumbledore frowned, and replied " Well, to make sure that Harry isn't going to break down or something equally un-heroic or weak like that, please get him to confide everything in you. It is vital that he puts his trust in us- In the end, it is for the Greater Good of the Magical World, after all.

The three teenagers nodded like car ornaments at the manipulative old coot.

Harry was furious

By the sound and sight of it, Dumbledore is manipulating them to manipulate me into being a perfect weapon!

Dumbledore continued after his fan club stopped their dog impressions.

" This Summer, it is regretful for the young hero that we will not be able to sent him letters. This is because he needs to understand that he is alone in the end, and that he is not truly important; We need to deflate his head after winning the tournament. We do that my sending him to be isolated with the muggles."

" How can he actually believe that muggle is his Aunt? They do not look at all like each other! And why would living with muggles be safe for Harry Potter? We know they abuse him and make him their personal house elf."

What do they mean? My Mum was a muggleborn... wasn't she?

"Ronald, Harry must think that that magic hater is his Aunt, so he stays there. He has no relatives alive. If he thinks he has family, he'll want to stay with them. It's our way of ensuring he stays in one place. Lily did have a sister called Petunia, she was killed in a car crash when Lily was 5."

How dare they! They made me think that I had a family, when actually, I was staying with random strangers, who he exploits in order to mould me into an ideal saviour! Like i'll ever be strong enough to face Him, if i'm starved all Summer! Bastards!

Harry, on seeing the traitors get up to leave, hurried away silently: He couldn't risk Dumbledore seeing through his cloak like he had done in that very room three years ago. The betrayers never knew he was there.

Harry was furious- He'd been lied to about his family, his heritage, his friends and, well everything!

He was well in bed by the time Ron returned. Harry faked sleep.

But he didn't get much of it that night.

In the morning, Harry went down to the Great Hall with Neville, Dean and Seamus, and did not even look at the three betrayers. They ignored him, and he realised they were talking in hushed tones about him. He was more perceptive than everyone realised. Pity Dumbledore hadn't wised up earlier about him.

Maybe I should have made the hat put me in Slytherin. I'd be free of the Three Musketeers for a start. Harry thought grimly.

On the train, he sat with the other 3 Gryffindor boys, leaving Ron the odd one out. He saw Ron through the glass, watching them play exploding snap. He ran off when he saw the Trolley Lady coming. She stared after him a moment, shook her head, and offered her wares to the four boys. Harry decided to get chocolate frogs, Droobles Bubble Gum, an Acid pop, Pepper Imps and Sugar quills. He needed enough food to see him through till the next day. After all, he wasn't actually going back to the Dursleys, was he!

He was going to destroy Harry James Potter, once and for all.

When they got to the station, Harry split from the other boys. He ducked into a bathroom near the exit at the opposite end to the train he had been sitting with the guys, near the drvers engine. He locked the cubicle door, and got to work on confusing and scaring the hell out of the old coot and his fan club.

Harry took out his Cloak, and the Map, along with his Photo Album, his broomstick, along with its' servicing kit- even if it had been given to him by the bushy-bitch. He left his trunk open, made it invisible, then snapped his wand. He found the opening into his trunk, then placed his wand fragments in it, shutting the lid. He then threw the Cloak over him, and slipped off the train, and out onto the Platform.

He walked nervously, but was not spotted by the red haired mob, who were waiting for him. He avoided Hermione too.

He then reached a small alley, and mounted his broom. He tied his Servicing kit to it as well as his album. He then, covering it all with the cloak, flew out of the station.

He flew to the Leaky Cauldron, and snuck through, slipping into the alley behind a group of old ladies, who were talking about their Grandkids.

Come on Harry thought. The more time he wasted here, the more chance that he'd be caught by Dumbledore. And he most definitely did not want that to happen. Ever. It'd be an utter disaster if he was caught, and he'd be made to swear an oath to never flee again or something like that. Harry intended to outwit Dumbledore.

I will win this game you started, you old man Harry's mind cackled.

Harry, still avoiding contact with the channel of folk pouring through the alley, finally reached the great marble steps of Gringotts. Hurrying up them, he opened the doors, and then saw the Hall full of goblins. Steeling his strength, he began to walk towards the Goblin at the highest desk...