Harry Potter couldn't stand the days in summer anymore. He couldn't study in the sunshine, eat regular meals, or write to his best friends. Harry wasn't a normal boy on Privet Drive. For one he was an orphan and two he was a wizard who was about to attend his fifth year in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry was probably the only person in Hogwarts that hated summer vacation. He had to live with his Muggle aunt and uncle (non-magic people), his only living relatives. They had a son, Dudley, who this morning happened to stomp into Harry's room.
" Wake up you robber!" Harry fell onto the floor with a thud. Dudley was standing near the doorway, his face red with anger.
" Wh-wh-what?" Harry put his glasses on and stood up.
" YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! YOU STOLE MY NEW PLAYSTATION2 AND MY NEW GAMES! YOU STOLE THEM ALL FROM ME!" Dudley roared like thunder and the house felt like it was shaking. But Harry was partly saved by Aunt Petunia who came up the stairs at that moment.
" My Dudders, what's wrong?" Aunt Petunia looked kindly into Dudley's face and then looked harshly at Harry.
" You were supposed to be up five minutes ago! YOU HAD TO MAKE OUR BREAKFAST!" Harry quickly nodded and trotted down the stairs without changing his pajamas. He made fried eggs and bacon, then poured juice into four cups.
" You worm, go get the mail and set the table for us!" Uncle Vernon came into the dining room tapping his foot on the floor.
" I'm waiting for my newspaper! Go get it...NOW!" Harry ran out of the kitchen and found the newspaper and the mail on the front step. He looked under the newspaper and saw Ron's untidy handwriting. He quickly hid it in his pocket. Harry handed the newspaper to Uncle Vernon and set the table. Dudley forced down all his food in one bite and also ate Harry's plate as well.
" I want MORE BACON!" Without making a fuss, Harry quickly made more bacon for Dudley and then slid stealthily out of the room. He went into his bedroom and ripped the envelope. The letter read:

Dear Harry,
How are you? I hope the Muggles aren't treating you too bad. Last time I saw you in the summer, you were all worn out! Anyway, Father says that you can stay over at ours for the rest of the summer. This time, we won't bump into the Muggles. Fred and George have new tricks up their sleeve. On 3 Privet Drive, there's an old lady that is supposed to be a retire witch. She's young for a retired witch though. Only 43 or something. Father said to go to hers and about 6:30 in the morning (she never sleeps) so that we can pick you up at 1:20. Bring all of your stuff. See you on the 1st of August!

Ron
Harry was so happy after he read the letter but he was shocked too. He never knew that a witch was living next door. Uncle Vernon always says that they are the only normal ones on Privet Drive. I guess Harry would find out in two more days.
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The days passed quickly for Harry and he packed all of his things. He took the stuff under the loose floorboard and stuffed it in his suitcase. He wrote a note to the Dursely's so that they would know that he left.

Dear Dursely's,
I have left with the Weasely's to stay at their house for the rest of the summer. You probably won't mind. See you next year.
Harry

He left it on the bed and looked at the clock, it read 6:30. He already planned how he would get out of the house without the Dursely's catching him. He left his already-packed suitcase downstairs so that he didn't have to carry it down. Harry quietly eased the door open and went downstairs. He opened the front door, took his broomstick, Hedwig, and his trunk and left the Dursely's house.
Harry ran across their lawn and across the street to 3 Privet Drive. He knocked on the door and it magically opened.
" Come in Harry!" A young lady's voice boomed. " Put your things in the front by the fire place. Arthur will arrive shortly." Harry hesitated but put his things where he was asked to and sat down on the couch. Clicking sounds were heard walking down a hallway and soon a lady emerged.
" Hello Harry! I'm Serena Gantworth. How may I make you at home?" She smiled sweetly and her blond hair swished. She looked quite like a witch, a pointed hat on her head and light blue robes were hanging on her.
" I'm fine, thank you." Harry stammered. He wasn't sure what to say. " What time is it?"
" Ah, eager to leave are you? I understand. They will be here in about a minute or two." I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. When they arrive tell Arthur that I'm back there and you can leave with um...Ron is it?" Harry nodded.
" All right that's settled. Ta ta!" Serena left with the sound of her shoes clicking. But that didn't matter because blue flames emerged in the fireplace and Harry could make out a shadowy form in the fireplace.
" What the..." Harry climbed back onto the seat and then Mr. Weasley popped out of the fireplace. Then Ron came out as well.
" Good to see you Harry!" Mr. Weasley shook Harry's hand.
" Serena is in the kitchen sir," Harry said uncertainly. Mr. Weasley nodded and went to find her. Ron stepped forward and smiled at Harry.
" Hi Harry! Are you all right?" Harry looked at Ron.
" Yeah, just got a little shocked to see you guys step out of a fire place again. We are going to travel back to the Burrow by Floo Powder?"
" Yup, only way back. Of course we could use a portkey but Floo Powder is much faster," Ron said. Mr. Weasley came back and took the boys to the fireplace.
" Have your things Harry?" Harry nodded yes. " Good. Serena gave me Floo Powder. Now, Harry, you have traveled by Floo Powder, yes?"
" Yes Mr. Weasely. In second year when I ended up in Knockturn Alley," replied Harry.
" Oh yes, I remember. Anyway, just clearly say The Burrow and you should be in our fireplace. Understand?" Harry nodded. " Okay. Harry you go after Ron. Ready Ron?" Ron stepped forward and took some powder. He stepped into the fireplace and yelled, " The Burrow!" Then he threw the powder on the ground and disappeared in green flames. Harry trembled slightly when he lugged the trunk and the broomstick with him. Hedwig flew to Ron's house instead; she refused to go in the fireplace. Mr. Weasely handed him some Floo Powder. Harry yelled, " The Burrow!" and disappeared in blue flames.