"I want to make a few things clear for you three.

"One. I am not your slave anymore. You want something done, do it yourself.

"Two. If you even attempt to hurt me, well I only need Petunia alive for the blood-wards to work. You two are just causalities if you try something stupid.

"Three. I know I'm a wizard and I will go to Hogwarts when I get my letter. You can't stop me and if you even try. As I said I only need Petunia.

"Four. Dudley, tell your friends to leave me alone or I will personally destroy your entire life.

"Five. Vernon, no more chores. You want them done, get off your fat lazy ass and do it yourself. Or even send your useless son to do it.

"Sixth. Petunia, the cooking, I am not your slave anymore. Make food for you and your fat pathetic slobs of a husband and son. I will only make food for myself now.

"Seventh. I want Dudley's second bedroom. Or I will go to the authorities. I have pictures, films of what you three despicable Mundane have done to me.

"Eighth. I will be able to leave the house when I want. You may try and lock the door to keep me out, but I know Magic. I can enter this house whenever I want."

Getting to his feet, Harry strode past and said "Better get to cleaning out that room. I'm going shopping for books and I want that room empty of everything. I will make the furniture from magic."

Walking out the door, Harry walked into the garage. Staring at the bike that Dudley never used, Harry made another copy. Instead of being red, it is black and silver. Pedaling off, Harry discretely cast a spell to ensure that no one knew that he had left the area. The wards stuck to the rock that he embedded with his magical marker. No need for the manipulative old headmaster to find out he broke free of his grip even before he met the old man.

Before he decided to enter the first bookstore, he added an glamour to make him look older then he is. Because he is going to be buying books that no eleven year old would even read. His glamored form is of a nineteen year old teen. Spending over nearly ten thousand pounds on books. At the next three, spending almost as much. He had decided that he would not lax on his Mundane education while at Hogwarts.

He would keep up on his Mundane education and go to college and start making his way through the Mundane world.

All his books shrunken and weightless in his bag. The next place he stopped is at the market to buy food for his apartment, food that is much more healthier then the food Petunia buys. Shrinking and preserving the food as he headed for the jewelry store. Buying a watch which would work in Hogwarts because it's wind-up.

He also bought a few simple rings and choker necklaces. He would put enchantments on them. One would aide him in protecting his mind until he could get his shields back to what they had been on before his incarceration. Buying loads of notebooks and fountain pens, because he would be using them for his notes instead of having loads of loose parchment paper in his trunk and bag. Folders to separate his class assignments. Loaded down with colored pencils, drawing pads and a deluxe painters set. In his former life-time he had a house-elf that had brought him a painting set and he realized he could draw and paint.

Now done with his shopping, Harry decided to head back. Pedaling along, grateful for the weightless charm and rune set on his bag. Otherwise the bag would have been extremely heavy. Pedaling past the runed rock, he scooped it up and tucked it into his pocket.

By the time he reached Privet Drive # 4, he noted he had been gone for a couple of hours. In the garage, he hopped off his bike and shrunk it. Placing the tiny bike into his pocket, he walked in. Noting that only Petunia is here. Vernon no doubt at work and Dudley out causing trouble. Heading up for the bedroom, he glanced around. The room is extremely bare.

Closing the door, he warded it with a locking spell. After conjuring a handful of pebbles, he began to transfigure them into furniture. Better then what had been in here. One pebble became a massive bed, situated comfortable in a corner, covered in satin sheets and a super soft comforter. Another became a dresser, a massive thing that had ten drawers and smaller drawers. Another a desk, another an office chair.

A different one became a bookcase, while another became a comfortable love-seat. His room done, he set out to changing the wall color. From the off-white wallpaper to Slytherin green. The off-yellow carpet turned to wood paneling. Humor dancing in his eyes, he affixed a wizarding space off on the wall to become a bathroom. Much better then the one the others would use.

Featuring a toilet, a walk-in shower and bathtub with many knobs. A floor-length and wall-length mirror gleamed in the lighting. Conjuring up fluffy towels and washcloths. Leaving the bathroom, he glanced up at the time. Unwarding the door, he began digging out his books. Placing them in order on the bookcase for now. When he left, he was going to remove all the things from the room. They would not be able to use his stuff for their own gain.

All his food went into the apartment in his trunk. That he left out at the end of his bed. Warded against forcible entry. Sitting down at his desk, drawing a notebook out and a fountain pen. He began warding the notebook from being read. The runes he is drawing on the cover would keep prying eyes from reading cough—Granger—cough.

He did that to all his notebooks. His notes would be his own. He wouldn't let anyone copy off of him. He knew this time around, he wouldn't let his grades suffer because he wasn't planning on being friends with the beaver or Blood traitor.

Petunia glanced up at the cackle of laughter coming from the upstairs bedroom. Wondering what was going on it his head, she decided to see what he was up to. Heading up the steps, she shivered briefly. Reaching the smallest bedroom, she peered in. Eyes widening and mouth dropping open at what she saw. The smallest bedroom now looked the size of the living room.

Gone was the off-white wallpapered wall, and off-yellow carpet. Handsome rich wood paneling on the floor and a deep green paint on the walls. Her gaze fell on the ten year old bouncing on the massive bed, hair whipping his face as he gave another happy cackle. Green eyes shot towards her and a smirk crossed his face.

"Like what I've done to the room Petunia?" He landed lightly, brushing his hair out of his face. Green eyes beamed behind his glasses. Her gaze fell on the deep rich walnut dresser, stuffed to the gills with clothing. A matching bookcase full of books. The desk held a tower of notebooks and a fountain pen laid on top of the pile. An art set was placed off in a corner, while folders empty sat waiting.

The love-seat of a rich leather sat cozily near the bookcase, a throw was set over the back while a pillow sat there. The reading lamp, not plugged in, but was turned on. Her gaze fell on a doorway where there wasn't a doorway before. From her limited view, she saw a fully equipped bathroom.

"How?" She asked softly, noting a trunk sitting at the end of the bed, top thrown open to reveal a walk-in study crammed full of books. Magic books she was sure that hadn't been here before.

"Magic my dear. I'm not just a little boy anymore. I am a wizard. And before you even rejoice that I am leaving in two months. I will take down the enchantments I have on the room. Turn all this back into what it had been. When I come back, I will return it to what I deem fit."

He shooed her out, shut the door in her face. Hearing the door lock shut. Petunia knew Vernon would not like the fact that the boy had used magic.