The start of this story will possibly seem boring to you, but it will get better once it gets going, and its important you read it as it comes up again half way through the story. So give the first few chapters a read before you click off after chapter one - because it does get more interesting :) and don't forget to review!

Chapter One

'Do us proud, Dudley kins!'
'You'll be absolutely spectacular, son!'
'Come and give mummy some kisses goodbye!'

Harry sat up in bed and grinned to himself. Dudley was off on a school trip, and he'd been given the job as a tour guide. Despite the fact Harry would now be alone with his aunt and uncle, he was still glad he wouldn't have to put up with Dudley and his uneducated brats for friends.

He glanced sideways to find Hedwig looking up at him.

'Looks like it's just me and you.' He sighed, patting her head. She hooted affectionately and jumped around in her cage. Harry was one week into the holidays and so far the Dursley' s house hadn't been so bad, apart from the fact he'd been caught outside the house with a visible imprint in his trousers where his wand was hidden. This resulted in Harry being locked in his room for two weeks, but he didn't really mind. It kept him away from the Dursleys, therefore he couldn't complain.

He stood up from his bed and picked up his potions books from the cold, wooden floor of his bedroom. He would soon be starting fifth year at Hogwarts and he was determined to make a good impression in front of Snape. Harry knew very well Snape despised him, but now that he was in fifth year he would be taking his O.W.L.S and from the disruption that went on at the Triwizard Tournament last year, Harry wanted to focus on his education a little more. And this also meant getting good results in his Potions class.

A sudden bang from downstairs indicated that Dudley had just left the house. Glancing out the window of his room, Harry saw Dudley gripping a ridiculously large suitcase containing his oversized clothes, striding down the driveway towards a car waiting at the bottom. Harry guessed this must be the posh taxi Aunt Petunia had hired to take Dudley to school seeing as Uncle Vernon' s car had broken down two days before. Dudley turned around and looked up at Harry's window, stuck out his fat tongue making him look even more like a pig, and climbed into the car. Harry had hardly ever laughed since he had been living in Privet Drive, but witnessing Dudley' s bottom getting stuck in the car door as he failed to climb inside made Harry's side's almost split.

Harry soon stopped laughing though, for a tiny owl flew in through Harry's window and landed on his shoulder.

'Pigwidgeon, what are you doing here?!' Harry asked the owl, whose hoots had now disturbed an angry Hedwig. Harry went to calm his owl down, but then noticed the small piece of parchment attached to Pigwidgeon' s leg. He untied it and unfolded it quickly - it wasn't like Ron to send him a letter this early into the holidays.

"Harry,
I know that it's not your birthday for a while yet, but I've spoken to Hermione and we would really like to see you this year. My dad said he's going to stop by your house this weekend and persuade your aunt and uncle to let you stay at our house for the rest of the holidays! Fred and George wanted to come but mum found them using dungbombs outside the neighbours house and wouldn't let them.

I won't say much more seeing as it's a surprise but see you soon Harry!

Ron Weasley."

Harry folded the letter back up and pushed it under his pillow. He was going to Ron's! He couldn't believe it! The way Dumbledore had described it, he would have spent at least half the holidays stuck at the Dursleys.

And now Mr Weasley would be arriving at his house in 3 days. Just 3 days. Harry ran the length of his room and grabbed his suitcase, laying it down onto his bed. His room was an absolute mess as a result of living in it for a week, but it didn't take long for it all to be piled into his case. Harry decided he wouldn't need anything until the weekend, so now it was just a point of spending three days with nothing to do.

Everything suddenly seemed to have turned around for the better. There was no Dudley to agitate him, Mr Weasley was coming to speak to the Dursleys (which would provide an hilarious experience to Harry) and he was going to Ron's after just one painful week at Privet Drive. Nothing could ruin Harry's mood.

Apart from Uncle Vernon.

'Potter!' Came the booming voice of his Uncle from below. 'Potter! Down here at once!'

'But my door is locked!' Harry shouted back. He sometimes wondered if the Dursleys actually owned a brain.

'Oh.' He heard a slight sigh come from his Uncle, and then the loud banging of his footsteps advancing up the stairs. A minute later, the clicking of the lock on his door indicted he was free of his room, and before he could even touch the door it had been swung open to reveal Uncle Vernon.

'You must come downstairs to discuss plans with your Aunt and I.' He said. 'Come. Now.'

He turned on his heel and strode down the stairs again as if he had delivered the speech of a lifetime. Harry followed a few metres behind him, rolling his eyes. As he arrived downstairs, he saw Aunt Petunia already squashed onto a chair at the kitchen table, and his Uncle doing the same. He sat down in the chair furthest away from them. Aunt Petunia cleared her throat, and gave a fake smile to Harry.

'Boy, we have decided to take you on a trip.' She said. 'I don't feel right without my Duddey, and your Uncle and I have agreed that we should go and stay in a hotel next to his. We shall be leaving tomorrow morning, no excuses.'

Harry felt like a bullet had been fired straight through him.

'What?!' He stammered. 'No! Let me stay here! I don't want to go! I'm busy this weekend!'

Uncle Vernon laughed and shook his head. His chin seemed to wobble a strange way when he did...Harry would usually find this funny, but the anger building up inside him was taking over.

'You have plans? Potter, since when did you have plans? You shall be coming to London with us and that is the end of it. Room, now.'

Harry clenched his fists under the table until they felt red hot. Mr Weasley wasn't coming for three days, and now he wouldn't never get the chance to go to Ron's. The Dursleys had messed everything up. Harry shot up from the table and stormed out of the room, unable to even speak. He wasn't going with the Dursleys, even if it was the last thing he did. He was NOT going.

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