Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (duh, how could I compare to JK?) but the idea is mine (well the HG HR is what is one EVERYONES MIND) but read, enjoy and review (I haven't had any reviews before sniff)

You are where I belong….

Darkness had fallen early upon Sussex. Even though it was only August, dark times got the better of the world, darkness was taking over.

Down the quiet street of Privet drive, a dark figure suddenly appeared as if by magic, running towards the end of the street. Out of breath, the figure kept running looking at random houses either side of the road. Finally, she found what she was looking for.

Bushy hair tailing behind her, she ran up to a house labelled number four, with emasculate gardening laying 2 feet in front. She seemed to study the door intensely, as if gathering courage to knock upon it. But she knew how much courage she'd need to do this, for this is where the Dursleys lived.

Soon, she rapped the door somewhat timidly. After a few gruelling seconds she gave a breath of relief as the exact person she wanted to see opened the door, and not his terrifying Muggle uncle.

'HERMIONE!' the boy cried in exclaim

'Shhhh let me upstairs before they see me'

Harry Potter, of 17, stood their looking perplexed but did as he was told. He let Hermione slip through the door and tiptoe out of sight and up the stairs to, he assumed his bedroom.

As he watched her disappear, a booming voice came from the Dinning room.

'Who is it, boy?'

'Just some salesman, told him where to go'

A grunt was all he received. Like I care he muttered to himself, and followed Hermione's example of tiptoeing up the stairs.

He pushed his bedroom door open quietly and found Hermione poking her fingers into Harry's snowy owl, Hedwig's , cage who was hooting with affection.

'What are you doing here?' he asked straight away, trying not to sound too rude

'Thought you might like some company to the Burrow'

He then remembered. Bill and Fleur's wedding. How could he forget?

'Yeah…how did you get here?' he asked

'Apparation of course. Didn't want to apparate straight in here though, never know what might go wrong.'

Hermione, as she was older than Harry, had passed her Apparation test a couple of month's back. Harry however couldn't take his, as for one thing he was too young for the first testing and was then wrapped up in the traumatising death of Dumbledore to take the second opportunity.

'Guess I'll be flying to the Burrow then'

'I'm sorry Harry but yeah, I'll be apparating. You'll need your cloak over you…'

'Yeah, I know Hermione' he sighed. 'Guess I'll have to say goodbye to the Dursleys then'

As Harry was now of age to leave, he could openly tell the Dursleys he was leaving with the satisfaction of them letting him as they hated him just as much as he did them. As he predicted, this proved an easy task and Dudley, The Dursleys son and Harry's cousin gave a whooping cheer at the news. Uncle Vernon beamed like a Cheshire cat and Harry swore that there was a tear of happiness and relief in his Aunt Petunia's eye.

He returned upstairs to Hermione, broom in tact, retrieved his Invisibility cloak from his trunk, and trudged downstairs to the front door. Hermione tiptoed passed him and slipped through the door.

Harry thought this would have been a happy time, leaving the Dursleys forever, but due to what was going to happen after the wedding, the though deprived him of the joy. Dark and difficult times faced him and his two best friends.