Clump! Harry fell to the ground as he awoke from his sleep.

"Again? Why am I having these weird dreams? And why is Hermione in them, too? Is she starting to grow on you?" Harry though to himself.

He was about to go downstairs when he remembered it was still dark out and he looked at his watch. 2 o'clock? I guess I can write to someone, that will take up time until I get tired again. How about Sir—this made him cringe and his heart beat fast. It was about a month and a half or so since he was taken from Harry, but to him it felt like years. I guess I can write to Ron. No! I just wrote him yesterday. Maybe the Order? Sure, I will write to them. But what is there to write about? Nothing could be spoken about over owl mail due to the fact it could be intercepted. Well, I guess Hermione is the one who gets the lucky letter.

Dear Hermione,

How's your summer been? Sorry I haven't been writing, I haven't been in the mood, if you know what I mean. The Dursleys are as dreadful as ever, but I can't say my stay has been complete agony because of the warning the Order gave at Platform 9 ¾ last summer. You should have seen Vernon's face on the ride home, it was almost as red as Ron's hair. I don't know when I can leave, hopefully soon, but whenever it is, I'll notify you.

Yours truly,

Harry

He stared at it. Yes, it seemed perfectly fine. Nothing to hint that he could be discovering feelings for her. He looked at the clock again, 4 o'clock. He woke Hedwig up and tacked the letter to her leg and crawled into bed...He was riding his Firebolt. It was the first quidditch match of the season and it was against Slytherin. He was searching for the snitch when he noticed Hermione in the stands. She was cheering him on. Then, just up above her head, the snitch appeared and seemed to sit there like it was waiting for him to catch it by her. Maybe because she was the one he had to catch? Anyway, he zoomed towards it and made the catch. The whistle blew, which seemed like an alarm clock because he woke up at the sound of it. He woke up and went down stairs.

When he entered the kitchen, Uncle Vernon seemed in an aggravated mood. Harry sat down and ate his grapefruit and as he was about to leave he heard Vernon's voice.

"You've received a letter" he said through gritted teeth.

Harry rushed over to the letter. It seemed like Dumbledore's handwriting. Why would he send it by muggle mail? He opened it up and read it.

Mr. Potter,

I am writing to inform you that you have my permission to leave the Dursley's. I have told the Weasley's and they have accepted to welcome you graciously to their home. I will also allow you to return to Hogwarts early if you wish. However, you do not have option of going to Grimmauld Place because there is too much work with the Order that only Order members can hear. I've decided to send this by muggle mail so it won't get intercepted. Send an owl to me if you wish to return to Hogwarts. If you wish to stay at the Weasley's write an owl and they will arrange to pick you up.

Your Headmaster,

Albus Dumbledore

As he read, a smile spread across his face. Not only could he leave, but he had a choice for which place he would go! He ran up stairs and closed the door. Where to go? He knew that if he went to Hogwarts he could be alone and think about things that needed to be processed. He could also enchant the snitch to fly around so he could practice. Also, he could get his summer homework done with a breeze because of the library. On the other hand, at the Burrow, he could go to Diagon Alley, he could be with friends and family and he could have a chance to see Hermione.

He decided he would travel to the Burrow for the rest of the summer.