The Anger .

He planned on reading every text book for his classes right through all seven years. If he had to, he'd borrow them off the other 'Claws, over time. That way he'd have the whole lot committed to memory.

Next, he'd move on to other material contained within the Hogwarts' library. He'd heard older 'Claws talking about Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Those sounded like fun. At least he hoped they would give him a chance to exercise his mind.

He also wanted to know what other magicks there were out there that never were, or were no longer, taught at Hogwarts. The Hogwarts library was a treasure trove for someone with Harry's mind. Granted, a great deal of it might be repetitive, and have been covered numerous times in other works, but he could still glean a lot of information out of it.

If he was going to be doing something like that, though, he knew his mental library was going to require expansion. Maybe, he could use the same space expansion techniques that were employed on his trunk.

'Alright,' he thought. 'Maybe I'm not going to be bored spending on and off seven years here, after all.'

But there had to be more to do than just read and memorise tome after tome; then sorting the information in them into a library of his own design. Could the Dewey Decimal system be used within his own mind? Or was there some other cataloguing, magical, method he could use? Perhaps investigating information cataloguing systems should be the first project to do.

And what about what was going on with him, personally. He'd had a piece of the soul of Voldemort tucked in behind his scar on his forehead. And, apparently, there was another that had possessed that Professor Quirrell bloke. How was it possible for someone's soul to be split like that?

Next, was what Voldemort had said on that night in his nursery. There was some sort of prophecy about Harry and Voldemort. That was why it appeared Voldemort specifically targeted Harry, not the Potters, in general. How could he find out what it was?

Harry gave himself a visible shake to help clear his mind of all those thoughts. He still had the rest of the current double period of First Year Charms to get through before he could even think of anything else.

Harry had never liked to sit still and do nothing. It reminded him too much of being locked in the cupboard under the stairs. He much preferred to be doing something, no matter how menial it proved to be. At lunch, Harry and Daphne received their mail, as did the group who were sitting with them at the time they were, as Harry was putting it, mail bombed.

From Cygnus, he'd heard that Sirius had bathed, eaten a decent meal - his first in a decade, and was fitted with some of Cygnus's clothes that were now too small for the older man. They planned today to head back to the Ministry where Sirius was picking up his effects he had on his person when he was arrested, and that were still in evidence storage. That included his wand.

His effects from the place he was staying during the period leading up to that night had been lost. It was suspected that the muggle landlord, after Sirius failed to return, had sold the effects or simply just gotten rid of them. However, they couldn't even talk to the landlord, as he had died a few years previous.

Then they were heading for Gringotts for Sirius to formally accept the Lordship of House Black, and carry out what business was needed to bring the accounts out of the stasis into which the goblins had placed them on the death of old Arcturus.

Cygnus felt that would be enough for the now ex-Azkaban resident. They would spend the rest of the day at Greengrass Estate, where Cygnus and Amelia would lead Sirius through the memories Harry had given them. Cygnus told Harry they would not be showing Sirius the memories of Harry's time with the Dursleys.

Cygnus also included a short paragraph on how he would discuss the Regency/Proxy of the Seat of Black with Sirius. Now that Sirius was exonerated the choice had been, or would soon be, removed from Harry and given to Sirius. Harry was happy with that. He felt he had more than enough problems taking care of House Potter. He didn't want another about which to worry.

Harry also received a short note from Sirius with Cygnus's letter where his godfather spent much of the letter apologising to him for not being there for him while he was growing up. Harry didn't know what to decide on that. He was, on one hand, angry with his godfather for letting his emotions rule over his head in letting Hagrid take him that night and deciding to go after Pettigrew instead. On the other hand, he understood that grief can do strange things to a person's cognitive thought processes, and lead a person to do something they would not have done had they been able to, in layman's terms, 'think straight'. However, Sirius wasn't arrested and taken away until three days after the events of that night. Dumbledore had already dumped baby Harry at the Dursleys by then. It was hard to see how Sirius would have been able to care for Harry if Dumbledore had already unilaterally decided Harry was going to be raised by the Dursleys. And Dumbledore had also claimed magical guardianship over Harry by the time.

No, Harry was angry with his godfather for not being there; but, also understood he really had no choice in the situation. His ability and desire to raise Harry was stolen from him. Harry would discuss it with his godfather on the weekend to see if they could come to terms with it, together. He hoped they'd be able to get past the issue and get on with their lives. A letter from Gran informed him that she hoped to officially be his Regent as of close of business that day. The Wizengamot Administrative Services had accepted the Change of Regency paperwork and were supposed to be formally filing the change to take effect at the beginning of the next formal Wizengamot session.

Harry also received a separate note from Professor Flitwick letting him and Daphne know their 'etiquette club' had been approved by the Headmaster. They were permitted to 'advertise' the club via the House noticeboards in each House common room, and on the school wide noticeboard on the wall outside the entrance to the Great Hall.

Harry handed the note to Daphne and said, "All we have to do now is find a location, such as an abandoned classroom, from where to run the club. I suspect a good location will be found in one of the classrooms on the second or third floors."

Nodding, she replied, "If we're organised quick enough we could hold the first class club meeting - next Sunday."

"What're your classes this afternoon?" asked Harry, curious.

"Charms with the 'Puffs; and a free period," she replied. "You?"

"History of Magic and free periods," he replied.

"How about during the free period we have together we search for a suitable venue?" she asked.

Nodding, Harry replied, "Alright, sounds good."

Grabbing an apple and an orange and dropping them into his bookbag Harry said, "Time to go, I think. We don't want to be late."

The group nodded and rose to their feet. Together, they walked out of the Great Hall.

In History of Magic Harry checked to make sure that Professor Binns merely droned on as if reading directly from the text before pulling out his parchment, quill and ink.

While he was already building a pretty substantial timeline of events in his own mind around late October and early November 1981, he knew others did not have his skill in being able to do that. He pulled the piece of parchment towards himself and began to write it out.

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