Born in Flame
Prologue
Harry sighed as he looked out of his barred window of Dursley's townhouse. He would be leaving for the Weasleys in a week and he was not sure if he should be happy about that fact or disappointed that Hermione and Ron hadn't owled him at all summer. He definitely felt hurt and abandoned, but he would never mention that to anybody 'not even Dumbledor' Harry thought to himself.
The Week went by slowly as usual, working in the garden and doing chores until he thought his hands would fall off. As the day of his departure to the burrow got closer he realized the he had been receiving more attacks by Dudley and more chores from Petunia and Vernon. "Just great, the closer I get to freedom the more work I have to do. I bet they want to get be to to all the housework for the year so they wont have to do any." Harry mumbled to himself as he plodded up the stairs and up to bed. That night Harry dreamed of Fire burning everything he touched.
