-1Author's Note: Gretchen is Gorge Weasley's girl friend. Deep breaths, readers. Deep breaths. She also has a really big and random and confusing secret. She absolutely despises Ron. Before spell check I spelt really wrong. And spell. and now I'm being random so on with the story. I like cheese.
Chapter 1: Harry's Departure
"Where is it?" Harry muttered to himself as he searched his room for his wand. He was turning seventeen in two days, and was leaving his aunt and uncle's house for Grimmauld Place.
"Boy!" came a yell from downstairs. Harry hurried down to see what it was about. His uncle was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah?"
"Who are these people in our sitting room?"
Harry was extremely confused, but, as his uncle seemed very annoyed, he decided to find out what he meant. When he walked into the room he saw a flash of brown and heard a familiar voice call "Harry!"
"Hermione? You're strangling me."
"Sorry, Harry." she said and loosened her hold.
"I thought you weren't coming till later." Harry said, returning Hermione's hug.
"Change of plans." Ron answered as Harry and Hermione broke apart. "What? No hug?" Ron joked.
"Hey Ron." Harry said, smiling.
"What do you mean by 'coming later'? Are there from that school of scum?" said Uncle Vernon.
"In reverse order, it's a school of magic, not scum. Yes, these are my friends. And we're leaving tonight, that's what I mean by later."
"Then what are these monsters doing here?"
"These 'monsters' are my friends."
"Harry, do you have your things ready?" Hermione asked in a barely audible whisper.
"Yeah, but I thought…"
"We changed the plan so we wouldn't get caught."
"wha-"
" well explain later," Hermione told him, " just do it please Harry."
Harry ran up the stairs to his room, did a quick search for his wand ( which, it turned out was on top of his dresser) grabbed Hedwig, his rucksack, and his Firebolt and ran back down the stairs to his friends.