Harry Potter woke with a start one morning to find his scar burning like fire. He cupped his hands over the lightning bolt shaped scar. It was that tiny scar that made him famous; it was that tiny scar that made his life a living hell; it was that tiny scar that everyone stared at when they met him.

He sat up in bed, this was his 7th year at Hogwarts, he was 17 and after this year he would be gone from the Durslys forever. Never to be treated like pond scum or ignored again. 'I can't wait till this year is over!' he thought to himself. 'I will be rid of the Durslys!'

A sharp tapping on the window made him jump; looking out he saw a bright white owl looking at him through the glass, her amber eyes focused on him. He got up and opened the window for her.

"Hello Hedwig! Did you catch anything?" he whispered. Hedwig nodded and started to eat the dead mouse hanging from her left talon. Harry smiled as he crawled back into bed; he looked over at his calendar, one more day until he would leave this horrid place and go to Diagon Alley to get all of his school supplies for his last year.

He kept thinking about it, it made him more and more sad. It was Hogwarts that made his life worth living, Hogwarts that got him away from the Durslys, Hogwarts that taught him about his past, parents, and what will be his future.

He lie back down and fell asleep almost instantly, his hand reached up and scratched his scar then fell back down to his side.

Beep Beep Beep

His eyes snapped open, and then shut again; the sun was shinning brightly in his eyes. His hand shot out and shut off his alarm. Then he remembered that today we were to leave to London. He got dressed then raced downstairs and into the kitchen almost plowing Dudley over.

"Uncle Vernon?" he asked. A grunt answered him. "I'll be needing a ride to London today." Since Harry was 17 he could legally do magic outside of Hogwarts, and the Durslys knew it too. Vernon grunted again and Harry took that as an OK.

Smiling, Harry grabbed some bacon out of the frying pan and raced up stairs to pack his already somewhat full trunk. He made a list of what he needed to get: New quills and ink, books of course, new robes, his were getting short; he had grew a few more inches over the summer. He thought about what else he would need; he thought he would treat himself to a new backpack; his was getting torn in the stitches, and maybe an ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

He wandered around his room checking every nook and cranny for lost items. When he was sure he has everything, he levitated his trunk down the stairs and to the door. He sat down on it and awaited for his Uncle to drive him. This would also be the last time his uncle had to drive him anywhere, because he would be learning to apparate this year, and Harry was very excited about this. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw his Uncle come down the hall, car keys in hand. Harry, again, levitated his trunk and walked out the door after his Uncle and packed it in the car.

Uncle Vernon drove fast to London and dropped him off; Harry unloaded the trunk himself and barely closed the door, when Uncle Vernon sped off leaving Harry coughing in the dust.

Harry brought his trunk inside the Leaky Cauldron and set it down inside the door. He went up to the front desk and rang the bell, a few seconds later, Tom the innkeeper appeared.

"Harry Potter! How are you my boy?"

"Hello Tom! I will be needing a room for the next few days." said Harry.

"OK." He grabbed a key and motioned for Harry to follow him. Harry grabbed his trunk and clambered up the uneven stairs after the innkeeper.

He opened room number 27 and handed Harry an ancient looking key, then disappeared from sight. Harry threw his trunk down at the end of his bed and flopped down on the creaky old bed. He got up, rummaged through his trunk, found his money and went down stairs, out of the pub, to drift along the streets. He looked in shop windows and slowly made his way to Gringotts to fill up his money bag.

Twenty minutes later he walked out of Gringotts, his pocket heavier then when he walked in. He made his way over to Quality Quidditch Supplies to see if they had gotten anything new. He looked around and purchased some stuff for his broom. He then made his way over to the ice cream parlor and bought a sundae. While sitting outside eating it five chairs pulled out beside him.

"Hello Harry!" A bright red headed girl was smiling at him.

"Hey Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione." He nodded to each in turn.

"All done shopping?" asked Fred.

"Almost, I've got to get new robes, my books and some ink and quills."

"We can go with you, I have a few more things to pick myself." said Hermione. She picked up some of her things and walked with Harry, Ron, and Ginny into the nearest store to buy quills and ink.

"That's OK, me and Fred got to get back to work anyway!" yelled George. "Gits." He muttered. Then walked back to their shop and the end of the street.

An hour later Harry had all of the items he needed for his last school year. "Oh, I can't believe that this is out last year!" said Hermione as they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Yeah, it only seems like yesterday that we were getting sorted." sighed Ron.

They walked in silence up to Harry's room and sat down and talked some more.