Harry potter The Boy Who Remembers

Daphne snorted, "No surprises there, huh? Did you forget how much stuff he let Longbottom get away with this year? He got a spot in the Quidditch team even if he didn't deserve it, that's not to mention being caught with a live dragon in a school, which was a criminal offence that Dumbledore swept under the rug. Now, this? I'm not happy, but I can't say that I can't see him ruin the house cup as a way to reward Longbottom somehow."

Harry's eyebrow reached his forehead; this was definitely not something he saw Daphne, or any girl his age, really, understanding. It was a very good interpretation of the events.

The girl gave Harry a wink and continued with a joking tone, "What? Did you think I haven't learnt anything in the last year? I'm not thick like the other two."

Harry chuckled at Blaise and Tracy's protest. Yes, Daphne was very intelligent. She learnt things quickly and was dedicated when it came to any issue.

The issue dissolved into their usual friendly bickering, and they all quickly forgot about Dumbledore's injustice. Time passed very quickly, and it was almost curfew. The prefects had led them back to the Slytherin common room, and they quickly went to sleep, stuffed with food, and comfortable.

The following morning, all the first years gathered in the Great Hall for their customary end of year warnings, like no casting magic outside of school, or how much their summer homework was important. It really wasn't, since it was mostly just theoretical assignments that didn't necessitate any substantial research. From the looks of it, Harry could discern that it was a basic summary of the theory they had learnt in class, with a small introduction to the next year's curriculum.

As for the trace, Harry had tried to find anything to beat it but came up empty. Seriously, even his meagre wandless magic would be detected by the ministry. After all, the charm was on his person, not the wand, like many thoughts. The trace's purpose is to monitor spikes of magic in muggle homes, especially when underaged wizards and witches are concerned. The medium of magic just didn't matter, and Harry couldn't really find a charm on him using his Arcane Hearing. It frustrated Harry immensely, even if he could understand its purpose. The trace wasn't really made to be biased against muggleborns, but to preserve the statute of secrecy. Children and teenagers tended to be very unpredictable, and the ministry had to know when someone revealed their magic, be it on purpose or by accident.

So, Harry was stuck to staying in a place with enough wards to qualify as a wizarding home. Yeah, he was probably going to stay in Diagon Alley again, instead of a muggle hotel he could easily sneak into without paying a dime.

He already had a stock of ageing potions to fool the innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron again and spend the entire summer there. After having a taste of magic, there was no way he was stopping for a day, let alone for two whole months.

After McGonagall's little speech, they followed Hagrid who took them back to the Hogwarts Express on the boats again. It was a nice touch, to leave the same way they came in, even if some of the wonder had worn off slightly.

As he boarded the Hogwarts Express, Harry found that he was going to miss the castle and its wonderous nature. Sure, he had copied a good part of the library during his nightly escapades using the cloak, so he wouldn't really suffer in terms of reading material, but there was just something about the castle that was just wonderful. It was hard to explain it. It was something at the edge of his mind that he could somehow listen to using his Arcane hearing, despite the ambient magical noise. It was something that felt like a sense of welcome, a smidge of affection, a home open for all those who wish to learn.

Harry sat in a compartment with his friends, wondering when the next time they would see each other again would be. It didn't really matter; if Harry was staying in Diagon Alley, it would be easy to meet them somewhere, but he didn't want any nosy adult to try to butt into his living situation. He sure as hell wasn't going back to the Dursleys, that's for sure.

Funnily enough, Gemma Farley walked up to their compartment in the middle of the train ride to give them a letter that could contain their final grades for their year.

Unlike his friend, he opened it without an ounce of hesitation and read its content. It had two pieces of parchment. The first read the following:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We thank you for your dedication this year and would like to sincerely congratulate you on all of your achievements. The entirety of the Hogwarts staff is eager to see what shall come next.

Yours truly,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

As for the second piece of parchment, it contained his grades:

Passing Grades:

O = Outstanding.

E = Exceeds Expectations.

A = Acceptable.

Failing Grades:

P = Poor.

D = Dreadful.

T = Troll.

Harry James Potter Has Achieved:

Astronomy - O.

Charms - O.

Defence Against The Dark Arts - O.

Herbology - O.

History of Magic - O.

Potions - O.

Transfiguration - O.

It seemed like they just didn't count the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical, or just gave him full marks. What was the protocol when the defence professor tries to kill you anyway?

Underneath his grades were the end of year rankings, where Harry was unsurprisingly in first place, followed by Hermione Granger and Padma Patil. After his friends grilled him on his grades, he took a look at their own. They did pretty well all things considered. Daphne, the most diligent in her studies, got an Exceeds Expectations or Outstanding in all of her grades, and Tracy and Blaise almost did the same, both getting an Acceptable in History of magic and Blaise having one in Transfiguration while Tracy had one in charms.

They all bickered about their grades as usual. Harry got teased for being a bookworm, and he told them all off for being 'underachievers'. It was nice banter between friends, and the hours flew by quickly.

Of course, all good things must end, and a distinct voice spoke up around him, "We will be arriving in London in five minutes."

They all said their goodbyes and promised to owl each other during the summer break. While everyone went to meet their families, Harry snuck off to the other side of the platform, ready to take the Knight bus to Diagon Alley.

Of course, all of this completely froze when he saw a familiar obese figure standing on the other side of the platform. Vernon Dursley, in all his purple-face moustached glory, was there, glaring at Harry for some reason. He grumpily walked towards Harry, "Hurry up, boy, we haven't got all day."

Harry looked back towards the families exiting the platform. He didn't want to cause a scene here. The last time he spoke to the Dursleys, he had made it abundantly clear that he did not want anything to do with them again.

Choosing not to confront the man in public, he followed him to his car and was readying a small speech to give him a piece of his mind.

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