Chapter One,

Harry slightly shifted. The sheets were protecting his pale skin. It'd been weeks since his last visit with his friends. He could only hope they'd be safe from anything harmful or dangerous.

He slowly climbed out from the warm sheets. A breeze made him want to return to their soft warm depth, but he forced himself to stay away from them. After about thirty minutes of searching, he found some levies. Quickly he slipped them on one leg, and then the other.

His bones cracked as he walked down the stairs. The floorboards creaked under his weight. Which was very light compared to the Dursleys. Dudley of course was just a lardy as before. He truly resembled a whale.

Harry walked through the gloom hallway. He gently pushed the door, and entered the kitchen. The curtains were already draped against their metal hooks. Aunt Petunia was sitting in the living room watching the morning news. Harry walked towards the fridge. He pulled out some eggs and bacon. The bacon sizzled gently, as it cooked on the grill. Harry yond.

"What are you doing up so early?" asked Aunt Petunia suspiciously. She stared at him until Harry got annoyed. So he responded,

"I was just cold. So I decided to come down and eat something." Harry sneezed.

Finally, Aunt Petunia looked away, and continued with watching the TV.

Harry began picking at his food. It had turned out this time. Aunt Petunia stood up, and leaved the room. She glared at him as she left.

In the distance, Harry could here Uncle Vernon and Dudley snoring. Harry hated the way the snored. He thought it sounded like pigs eating. He shook his head.

"Always snoring like pigs." he said aloud. He got annoyed easily by the snoring.

Harry cleaned of his plate, and walked out the kitchen door.

The sun was just barley coming up. Pink and orange rays emerged from behind the clouds. Harry loved sunrise and sunset. They were always full of beauty. He walked around the side of the house, and up the garden path.

Every mourning, he liked to go for a long walk. The mourning was warm with a slight breeze. As Harry walked, the aroma of flowers reached his nose.

"This is the best time out of all the hours and minutes." he said to himself.

Harry wondered when he would see Ron and Hermione again. He had sent Hedwing to their homes to give them their letters. Hedwing still hadn't returned.

Harry was eager to return too Hogwarts. It was his most favorite place too go. Friends and peered were their. But this year, he wasn't sure he'd ever return again. Deep down inside, he knew he would.

He walked around the corner, and began to jog. He slowly began to pick up speed, until he was running rapidly. His muscles jolted, and a came to a sudden stop. He slowly walked towards a park bench, and sat down.

When Harry returned, Hedwing was waiting outside his window. Two letters from Ron and Hermione where attached two her leg. Harry first took the letter from Ron. He opened the yellow parchment. It read,

Dear Harry,

Sorry I didn't write sooner. Summer at the burrow

Isn't always that relaxing. Any who, I was wondering

If it would be okay if you could come over for the

Remaining part of the summer?

Sincerely Ron.

Harry was filled with joy. He might be going to the burrow! He decided to open the other letter later. There was enough good news for the mourning. The only challenging would be asking the Dursleys.

To Be Continued...