Here we are: if you're reading this then that's a good thing for me because you've at least clicked on the story. And once you click… I hope you read it because this will be a great story. I actually started it last summer, but it didn't get off the ground, and I realized I wasn't really ready for a good story. So this is my second attempt.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, yada yada yada.

Rating: PG-13 for language mostly. They will say f-you, because that's what teenagers do. Get used to it.

Important Canon Characters in Story: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, and Cho

Setting: This is set right before Half Blood Prince, so at the moment Sirius has just died and all that good stuff. Well not exactly good, but ah, I'm rambling…

Summary: After seeing Harry mope around for half of the summer, Ms. Weasley gets fed up and sets him up for the quidditch camp of a lifetime. And since Harry won't be home there to entertain Ron, Ron gets sent over to the Weasley's shop where he learns a lot more about himself and his feelings for Hermione. Hermione is off in Paris with Ginny and meets the boy of her dreams. This is the summer that will change everything…

CHAPTER 1: PARTING WAYS

"Oh, just look at the poor boy," muttered Molly Weasley in a low tone to her husband, Arthur, as she viciously scrubbed the plate she was holding. Her hands were covered in soapsuds, and tons of dirty plates surrounded her in the kitchen.

Arthur nodded in understanding. "I know, Molly, I know, but what am I supposed to do?" asked Mr. Weasley. "The boy's been like that all week." It was true; Harry hadn't touched any of his food or bothered to be social to anyone. It was one thing when he didn't converse with Mr. or. Mrs. Weasley, but you really had to worry when there weren't any words being exchanged to Ron either.

"Oh, I just thought that once Harry was out of the Dursley house that he would be all right," said Molly with a sigh. "But he's still whining over Sirius's death. Of course, that's to be expected in all. I just don't like seeing him this way…"

"I didn't know it would affect him so much," commented Mr. Weasley, as he glanced over at Harry sitting at the kitchen table. Harry seemed oblivious to the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were talking about him, for the only thing he seemed to show concern for was the Daily Prophet in his hands. "It's not like he knew Sirius all that well, and Sirius was never much of a godfather-"

"What are we talking about here?" interrupted Ron as he entered the kitchen and grabbed an apple off Harry's plate. Harry didn't even notice which could be determined as amusing or slightly disappointing.

"Nothing," said Mr. Weasley quickly with a glance towards Mrs. Weasley.

Ron raised his eyebrows.

Mrs. Weasley gave in. "Harry of course," she whispered with a nod to Harry.

Ron didn't look too surprised by this answer and simply said, "Mum, don't worry about it. Harry will get over this little depression thing he's got going on soon. Just give him time," he said wisely in between two huge bites on his apple.

Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "I want him to happy, now. This isn't healthy for him."

"Well, I mean, what're you going to do?" asked Ron. "Send him to some summer 'fun' camp? Therapy? I doubt that would perk him up."

"Actually that's not a bad idea."

"I was kidding," grumbled Ron. "How could you even consider therapy? It's not like anyone died. Well no, Sirius died…"

Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a very dirty look that shut him up.

"What your mother means," started Mr. Weasley loudly so that there wouldn't be any arguments starting, "is about the camp," he finished giving a glance to her to make sure he was right.

Mrs. Weasley gave him a nod. "Yes, a camp is what I mean, honey. Hermione and Ginny are in Paris, anyway, so it's not he would be leaving much other than you," she spoke thoughtfully. "I suppose if I looked hard enough, I could find a nice fun camp."

"Okay, first, there's no such thing as a 'fun' camp," scoffed Ron with a roll of his eyes. "And second, if Harry goes, what am I supposed to do all summer?" asked Ron in a grumpy tone.

"You could go stay with Fred and George at their shop in Diagon Alley," suggested Mr. Weasley.

Ron groaned. "I'd like to visit there, not stay."

"This all sounds good, but I don't know what type of camp Harry would want to go to," said Mrs. Weasley, completely ignoring Ron's groans and comments. She put her finger on her mouth in thought.

"That's too easy, Mum: quidditch," answered Ron who still seemed pretty grumpy that his own opinions were being completely ignored so far.

"Of course!" And with that, Mrs. Weasley apparated out of the house.

"Where is she going?" asked a surprised Ron at her abrupt departure.

"Probably to find some camp, I suppose," shrugged Mr. Weasley without much thought as he had now turned back to his plate and wondering where his missing apple had gone.

Ron saw that this conversation had ended and turned to Harry. He was still reading the Daily Prophet, and Ron watched his profile. Harry didn't look great. His jet black hair was sticking up in every direction more than usual, and his emerald eyes drooped over wearily. He looked like he could do with a big cup of caffeine.

Ron felt slightly better about his appearance when he looked over Harry. He had been moderately cheerful over the summer and all the side effects of puberty such as acne were starting to wear off. "Hey, mate," greeted Ron as he sat down beside Harry.

"Oh, hi," said a depressed Harry without even looking up at him.

"Look, perk up," smiled Ron. "You might be going to an 'exciting' quidditch camp," he explained sarcastically with a small twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"What?"

"Well, you know Mum and Dad. They can't stand it that you're so depressed," answered Ron in a matter-of-fact voice. "So, they're trying to get you have some fun."

"I don't want to go some quidditch camp," said Harry. "I'm fine."

Ron gave Harry an amused look.

"Okay, well I'm not great, but still I'm not going to some stupid camp," grumbled Harry, ignoring Ron's look.

"Just go. It'll be fun… Well maybe not fun, but at least you won't be cooped up in this bloody house the whole summer. I mean, they're gonna use your money for it obviously," started Ron. "But, come on, how bad could it be?"

"I won't know anyone."

"Yeah, but they'll all know you," smirked Ron.

"Exactly why I don't want to go," mumbled Harry.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack and Mrs. Weasley appeared holding a brochure and a big smile. "Okay, Harry. I've got a wonderful surprise for you-"

"He already knows," said Ron bluntly."

Mrs. Weasley looked slightly crestfallen at this but continued on anyway. "Aren't you happy? Here's the brochure if you want to check it out," she continued and offered the brochure to Harry.

"Um... thanks," said Harry untruthfully. He took the brochure and looked at it with a foreboding expression.

Mrs. Weasley noticed his expression and quickly spoke, "Don't worry, Harry, dear, it will be fun. It's a good chance to meet some different witches and wizards of varying backgrounds."

"It's co-ed?" asked Ron sounding suddenly interested.

"Yes." Mrs. Weasley finished and then left to continue her war with cleaning the dishes. feeling like she had made her mark.

"Co-ed, Harry," said Ron, suggestively raising his eyebrows.

"Ha ha," grumbled Harry, but his face seemed to lighten up slightly. "Mrs. Weasley, um, when does this camp thing start?"

"Tomorrow morning. You've got a portkey to reach by 8:00," answered Mrs. Weasley. "The camp's three and a half weeks."

Harry nodded, still not sure what to do.

"Anyway, I'd suggest you both get packed," said Mrs. Weasley who seemed to think that this argument was settled.

"Why do I..." started Ron.

"You're going to Fred and George's shop tomorrow as well," smiled Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, fun," said Ron sarcastically. "But Harry or myself never really agreed to this rubbish," he added quickly in what last attempt to get out of the situation.

"Do you want me to quote your exact words, honey? I'm sure it was you who mentioned sending Harry to a camp first," spoke Mrs. Weasley with a mischievous smile.

Harry shot Ron a murderous glare, and they both wandered upstairs.

The next morning was a mess with everyone trying to figure out where they were supposed to be. Mrs. Weasley shouted out orders to everyone so much that Harry was soon thinking some evil twisted drill sergeant inhabited her.

"The sooner we get out of here, the better," whispered Ron to Harry when Mrs. Weasley had left their prescense for the first time that morning. "Honestly, Mum has gone crazy." He chewed nervously at his burnt piece of toast.

"Hurry up!" growled Mrs. Weasley as she returned into the room and glared angrily at Ron.

"Damn," muttered Ron. He gobbled his piece of toast down and then hurried to the bathroom.

Harry waited impatiently. He wanted to get out of here. Mrs. Weasley was being freakishly scary.

Finally, Ron came out of the bathroom and they were ready to go. When they left the house, Harry went up to hilltop, where the portkey was supposed to be in the shape of a rusted key. He spotted it, and waved good-bye to Ron. He grabbed hold of the portkey and felt him being shot through the air...

Ron, meanwhile, was getting on the Knight Bus. His face was grim; he hated the Knight Bus. He waved good-bye to Mrs. Weasley, and the bus shot off.

END OF CHAPTER 1

And there we have it, the official first chapter. Basically this is a prologue to show you how Harry got stuck going to this camp and all that good stuff. Next chapter will introduce each character into their new environment (and don't worry, Hermione will show up next chapter). So please review!