Look, guys, I will update on my story "The Wish That Changed the Future" soon, I promise. I am having a major case of writer's block at the moment.

Part One

The train ride from Hogwarts to London was silent for the first time in many years. No one was talking, laughing, or comparing notes on exams. There were no giggles from girls as they made plans for the summer and no pranks.

The train was only about one third full as most of the students had gone home early or had left with their parents after the funeral. The Weasleys had tried to convince Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry to leave with them, but the four of them had remained adament that they needed this time to be alone.

The compartment in which the four of them sat, was the one that all the other students avoided like the plague. There sat Hermione, who was hiding her face in Hogwarts, A History, without knowing or caring that it was upside down. Ron was sitting staring out of the window at the passing countryside trying not to think about the time to come when he would say goodbye to his family for perhaps the last time. Ginny sat trying desperately not to burst into tears, to beg Harry to let her come with them. She knew that this wasn't what Harry needed at the moment. And Harry.

Harry sat trying desperately not to think of anything. But it was not working. The visions of Sirius falling through the veil, Professor Dumbledore falling over the parapet to the darkened grounds below, the memories of the heart-wrenching song of Fawkes, and the sounds of his mother and father as they lived their last moments were ringing through his mind over and over. Why did everyone he ever cared for have to die? Was he cursed from the moment Voldemort marked him as a child?

The students filed silently off the train when it reached Platform 9 3/4s. They were met by parents and relatives who, without exception, greeted them with hugs and sighs of relief. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were the last to leave. They watched the reunions and wondered if there would ever be another moment like this. Then they walked off the train and greeted Mr. and Mrs Weasley along with the twins and Charlie.

"Where's Bill, Mom?" asked Ginny.

"He will be meeting us at the Burrow," said Mrs Weasley. "He's not strong enough to come here after the funeral."

"Oh," said Ginny in a sad voice.

"Well," said Mr Weasley in a falsely cheerful voice, "are you all ready to go?"

Harry, Hermione and Ron looked at each other. Now was the moment to tell them.

"Uh, dad, mum," said Ron quietly, "Hermione, Harry and I will be along for the wedding, but there is something that we need to do first. Please," he said, as Mrs Weasley went to protest, "We are only going to the Dursleys' to let Harry say goodbye. Then we will apparate to the Burrow."

"But..." said Mrs Weasley.

"Please, Mrs Weasley, I am only going there because it was what Dumbledore wanted. We will only be gone a short time."

"Can we go,too, Harry," asked George, a serious expression on his face.

Harry watched them, biting his lip. He didn't want more people than he could help traveling with him to the Dursleys' but he knew that if Fred and George wanted to go, nothing would stop them.

"All right," he said.

"Harry, can I speak to you for a moment," asked Ginny.

Harry nodded and they went a ways off from the others.

"Harry, you aren't going to leave without saying goodbye, are you? You, Ron and Hermione aren't just going to fade away and never come back after you visit the Dursleys', are you?"

"No, Ginny," said Harry, "we will be back for the wedding. But I must warn you that after that we will be leaving and not giving any warning."

I understand," said Ginny, trying to smile.

With that the two of them went back to the Weasleys and Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred and George apparated out of the train station.