For Harry, the summer after fourth year was an absolute dream.
He had thought he would have to go back to that hateful family on Privet Drive and endure another unbearable summer.
Yes, his uncle's family treated him completely differently now, but he still felt awful.
Because...
They seemed to expect far too much of him. Even though they knew he had miraculously won the dazzling title of Champion in the Top 100 Tournament, they still made him do homework and extra lessons.
It was simply becoming more and more infuriating!
Especially Potions.
He didn't like Potions at all!
Harry could hardly believe that Dudley, who was so fat he looked a little slow-witted, was better than him at brewing potions.
Even more unbelievable, his aunt Petunia had pointed out mistakes they had both made, and said that one of the potion recipes they'd learned from Professor Snape at school was wrong.
Then she said that was how it had been written in Harry's mother's notes on magic.
His aunt couldn't produce the manuscript as proof. She had thrown it away years ago, but she had memorized the recipe when Harry was still a baby. She firmly believed she hadn't misremembered it, and that her sister had to know more about Potions than Severus!
All that was bearable. What Harry couldn't accept was his uncle's nitpicking over his essays.
His uncle didn't understand the subject matter. He just kept pointing out problems with the grammar, reasoning, and other aspects of Harry's essays, and demanding that he rewrite them.
Then, one day during the holidays, everything suddenly took a turn for the better.
His godfather, Sirius Blair, had finally come to get him.
And it wasn't just his godfather. Harry had been reunited with Ron and Hermione, and together they had