Chapter One
One Last Dursley Visit

Harry woke up at number four Privit Drive a week after his sixth year at Hogwarts to a loud crash from downstairs. He sat straight up in his bed and looked around for his round glasses. He found them on his bedside dresser and shoved them on his face and padded out his room and down the stairs.

"Get off me!" whispered a girls voice.

"Wha- I'm not on you..."

"Then what are you sitting on?"

"Oh, sorry, well, shall we go get him?"

While they had been talking, Harry had been sneaking up on them. He grabbed the boy around the middle and yelled "GOTCHA!" the boy jumped into the air and screamed.

"What's going on down there!" yelled a voice from upstairs and Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley came wobbling, stomping, and fumbling down the stairs. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house? I do not tolerate your kind in this house!" he yelled, looking at their robes. "Get out NO-" he suddenly fell back, stiff as a board.

Harry looked around and grinned at a guilty looking Hermione. "I've been wanting to do that for years Hermione, you two want to come up to my room?" They both obliged and followed him up the stairs.

"So, you guys know anything the newspapers don't?" Harry asked once they made it up to his room.

"No, we've been too busy setting up the wedding." Hermione said from the bed.

Harry looked up at Ron, who was busy looking at his TV, "When's the wedding set for?"

"Hm? Oh, a week from today. Mum's frantic, but she's getting on better with Fleur.

Charlie's coming in, so are Dad's parents, and some of Mum's family, Fleur's Mum, Dad, and sister are coming. We're having it in front of the garden."

Harry started packing. "How are we leaving? Are we going to Apparate? Since Hermione's got her license they won't catch on.

"Yea." Hermione answered as she went to help him pack. Once they had checked every nook and cranny for anything Harry would ever possibly want, he was never coming back here, they went downstairs to the Dursleys. Dudley ran and Petunia looked up at Harry, she stood up.

"Harry, what is going on?" she asked in a dignified voice, hiding her indignification just barely. She ignored the other two magical folk and looked Harry in the eye.

"I'm leaving. Once and for all. I'm never coming back, and I can't say I'm sorry...I couldn't be more happy." Harry answered coldly, icily staring back into her eyes. She looked horrified and started mumbling. She started fiddling with her hands, "hold on a moment..." she muttered and ran up the stairs.

An old man with a long silver beard was sitting in a small pub in London, he kept looking at the door, as if expecting someone. He sipped a bottle that looked like root beer and never seemed to go empty. The bell over the door tinkled and a figure came in from the pouring rain and blowing wind. It looked around and, spotting the old man, came over to his table.

"Ah, my dear, how are you on this not-so-fine evening?" Asked the man.

The figure pulled down its hood, revealing a woman's head, she had high cheek bones and a very long neck. "Just get on with what you want Albus." she whispered quickly.

Dumbledore steepled his fingers and stared at her over his half moon spectacles. He took a deep breath. "Very well, you were always impatient. Harry has been doing well at school." petunia sniffed. "you must be at least a little proud, he IS your nephew."

"Not by any choice of mine" she scowled.

"Anyway," he continued, as if not interrupted, "this summer, he will leave you, possibly never to come back. There are things I have no time to tell him, these things I have written in a letter. Things about his mother, and his father, and about Severus Snape." her ears perked up and her eyes narrowed. "I also have a few bottles for him. All of this is in here." he took out an ornately carved oak box and sat it on the table. "Don't even try to open it, only he can, and you must give it to him, it could mean the lives of many people if he doesn't receive this. On the day he leaves Privit Drive forever, give him this. Answer no questions, just give it to him and bid him goodbye."

Petunia took the box and left the pub, back to Privit drive and her sleeping husband.

Harry looked at his aunt as she came carefully down the stairs carrying in front of her a wooden box. He looked at his friends, who were giving him quizzical looks. Petunia Evans Dursley took a deep breath and faced her sisters flesh and blood.

"Earlier in the year, someone told me that, on the day you leave this house forever, I was to give you this. I cannot answer any questions, just say goodbye, one last time." she handed the box to Harry. "Don't open it now, do it later, away from here, when you are alone." she started to turn away but stopped, "Harry-you remind me so much of Lily, I-I" she swallowed. "I really am sorry she is gone, I just...never mind, it's in the past..." Then she did something she had never done before, she reached out, grabbed Harry, hugged him, and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodbye, Harry"

"Let's go Harry." Hermione said from behind him. He nodded and thought hard on the burrow, clenching the box and his belongings. When he opened his eyes, he was in the field facing the Burrow.