A young man of seventeen studied himself in the wardrobe mirror. He had messy black hair, emerald green eyes and he wore round glasses. Just visible through his fringe was a thin lightening shaped scar. This was the result of an unforgivable curse. "Avada Kedavra" Harry Potter had survived this curse when he was just a baby. He was the only person to survive this killing curse. The curse caused the evil wizard Voldemort to go into hiding. But after thirteen years he returned, using Harry's own blood to do so. The wizarding world was now at war, against Voldemort and the death eaters, and it was down to Harry to kill him.

Harry checked his watch. 11:58pm. He had two minutes till they arrived. He checked his Hogwarts trunk one last time. Everything was packed. He was leaving the Dursleys for good this time, he hated this house so much. Harry shrunk his trunk and pocketed it. He concentrated on his destination. "The Burrow," and he spun on the spot. He hated apparating but it was the easiest way of travelling. With a small "pop" he appeared in the kitchen of The Burrow. This was his second favourite place in the whole world. Someone came rushing into the kitchen to meet him. Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Harry," she cried, rushing up and hugging him hard.

"Hey, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, hugging her back. "How are you?"

"I'm fine Harry, but enough of me. How are you? Your so thin! Are you hungry?"

Harry smiled. Mrs. Weasley was always fussing over him, but it felt good.

"I'm fine, just had dinner." This was a lie. He was starving, but he wanted to see Ron and Hermione. "Where's Ron and 'Mione?" he asked.

"Ron's in his room, and Hermione's comforting Ginny."

"Comforting Ginny?"

"Yes, Ginny's been very upset lately. I think its got something to do with Dumbledore's death." She said this in a whisper.

Not wanting to talk about Dumbledore, Harry bade Mrs. Weasley goodnight and went in search for his best friends.

Harry made his way up to the third floor, where Ron's bedroom was. He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" shouted the familiar voice of Ron Weasley.

"Its me, you idiot, can I come in?" The door opened, Harry walked in and embraced Ron like a brother.

"How are you, mate?" Harry let go and looked at his best friend. He was really tall and slim, he had quite muscly arms, due to quidditch. His was hair was still as red as ever.

"I'm alright," he answered in his husky voice. "Just thinking." He sat down on his bed. Harry sat down next too him, he could tell something was bothering him.

"What is it, Ron?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's … well … um?" He had turned a violent shade of red. Harry waited patiently.

"Hermione." He finished in a whisper.

Harry looked toward the door. "Where's 'Mione?"

"No!" Said Ron. "I was thinking of Hermione!"

"Oh!" This was all Harry could say. He knew his two best friends had something going on, he could tell last year. And when Dumbledore died it sort of brought them together. "So are you – together?"

"Well … not exactly." Said Ron. Harry waited. "Well … 'Mione arrived last night and we were sitting in here … talking and I just sort of -." Ron shrugged.

"YOU SHAGGED 'MIONE?" Said Harry, a little too loudly.

"Ssshh! No I didn't! We just kissed."

"Well done, mate. You've got yourself a good woman." Harry smiled, he knew Ron and Hermione were made for eachother and he was happy for them.

Ron blushed. "What about you and Gin?"

Harry found it uncomfortable talking about Ginny with Ron, he usually confided with Hermione, but as she was not here. "I really like Ginny… no … I love Ginny, but we can't be together. Voldemort (Rin flinched) would use her to get to me and I don't want her hurt."

"You two are good for eachother Harry. It's just a shame it's not working out at the moment. Ginny's been so upset, she won't talk to anyone, only 'Mione. Maybe you could cheer her up."

"Well… we're all upset over what happened to Dumbledore."

"She's not upset over Dumbledore, well obviously she is. But the reason she's crying all the time is cos of you Harry!" Harry hung his head, then he looked up at Ron.

"I need to talk to Ginny."