"Well he does", Harry shrugged. "I just want to be left alone, I know you'll all be there on babysitting duty because Dumbledore tells you to, but I don't want to see any of you", he told them sternly.
"Harry, you need to talk to someone", Remus tried desperately "Isolating yourself from your friends won't help", he added.
Harry shook his head at the man noticing that he looked the worst that he had ever seen him.
"So Hermione wrote to you", he deduced. "I am sorry about Sirius Remus, I am, but I have more important things to focus on and if you don't know what that is then you need to take it up with Dumbledore, unless he has actually seen fit to tell any of you anything?", he questioned. When none, even Moody didn't answer, Harry shook his head.
"I didn't think so", he acknowledged irritably. "Just leave me alone, ok", he demanded before turning and leaving the station.
"What the hell was he talking about?", Remus asked sadly.
"I don't know, but I'm going to have a word with Albus, something is off about the boy", Moody growled.
"What do you mean?", Arthur questioned out of concern.
"He reminds me of a lad I knew just before he became a ruthless bastard and a dark one at that", Moody replied seriously.
The other three shared an apprehensive look. "Who?", Tonks asked in little more than a whisper. "Me", Moody growled, a sinister grin forming on his face before he turned and walked away, every other step echoing with a deep clunk.
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Harry could immediately se when he entered the Dursley's car that a confrontation with the trio was on the agenda for the day. He sighed and sat in silence for the duration of the journey watching his uncle's mustache twitch in his aggravated state.
Vernon was a pathetic man really and was even less of a threat than Malfoy, an observation which Harry found rather amusing. The ample size advantage that the man had over his nephew had been all he had over the years, but those days were behind them now.
Yes, Vernon was much larger than Harry in terms of mass and girth, but Harry was now taller than the man and found him to be nothing short of a petty bully, something that he would not be getting away with any longer. Harry had faced the Death Eaters and even the Dark Lord on several occasions and his uncle was nothing but a nuisance in comparison.
As the car pulled into the drive Harry removed his trunk from the boot of the car and entered the house where the three Dursley's were waiting for him in the hallway.
"I will not be threatened by a bunch of freaks", Vernon roared, spraying an obscene amount of spittle as he did so. "They have no say what goes on in my house", he added angrily.
Harry sighed and shook his head at the man.
"I completely agree with you", he shrugged, much to the surprise of his relatives.
"Are you being funny boy?", Vernon asked dangerously, taking a threatening step towards his nephew. Harry quickly drew his wand and pointed it between his uncle's eyes, glaring at him.
"I think you'll find that it was me that put a stop to it Vernon", he reminded the man calmly, though his voice was laced with warning.
"You wouldn't dare use it", Vernon proclaimed confidently. "They'll throw you out of that school, I remember the letter you got", he pointed out knowingly.
Harry just chuckled at the man, though he really saw no amusement in the situation.
"The ministry has much more important things to worry about than what happens here", he stated. "Don't push me Vernon", he warned, feeling a surge of anger welling within him, causing his wand to grow exceedingly hot in his hand.
The two just stared at each other, daring the other to make their move when they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell chiming.
"I'll get it", Petunia declared loudly in an attempt to drag the two from their stand-off.
"Put it away", Vernon hissed as his wife approached the door.
Harry lowered his wand but held it firmly in his hand, though it was still burning him.
Petunia answered the door and let out a scream of horror, immediately putting Harry back on guard.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Dursley, I was wondering if I might have a word with Harry", the voice of Dumbledore sounded throughout the hallway.
Petunia said nothing but opened the door to allow the man in, though she did so reluctantly.
"Ah Harry, I see your relatives and yourself are catching up", he stated with a nod as he crossed the threshold. "May we talk in private?", he asked.
Harry led the headmaster into the living, the pair being glared at by Vernon who, for once, had wisely kept his mouth shut.
"I was just visited by Remus and Alastor, they are both rather concerned about you", Dumbledore began after he had taken a seat.
"I told them to not interfere with my relatives, that's all", Harry explained, feeling annoyed at the two men.
"I see", Dumbledore acknowledged. "I do not believe you being here is going to work so Arthur has kindly offered you a place at the Burrow for the duration of the summer", he explained, his eyes twinkling.
"We already had this conversation sir", Harry reminded him. "Young Mr. Weasley has been warned to behave", Dumbledore returned hopefully.
Harry just shook his head at the man.
"I just want to be left alone", he sighed. "If you expect me to kill Tom then you have to let me do this", he pleaded slightly.
"You will not tot defeat Tom by taking a similar path to him", Dumbledore returned gravely. "It is the love you possess that separates the two of you", he added confidently.
"The last person I had any love for is now dead", Harry growled in reply. "It is me that is going to have to face him professor, if you won't prepare me then I will prepare myself", he finished firmly.
"I fully intend on preparing you Harry", Dumbledore assured him.