Harry woke up and remembered that today he was going to buy supplies at Diagon Alley. He got dressed and went downstairs where his 'family' was already stuffing their mouths.

"I need to go to Dia. err London." He said sitting down.

"We're not taking you." Uncle Vernon said sneering.

"Oh, darn! I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to my Firebolt." Harry said smirking.

"I'll just have to ask my friends to come pick me up. I'll go get my broom ready. they'll probably want to fly."

"FINE!" Uncle shouted causing Dudley, who had his mouth full to bursting point, to jump high in the air.

Harry waltzed out of the room smiling brightly.

'This is going to be a perfect sixth year. Me, Head Boy. Hermoine, Head Girl. Ron, Prefect.'

When Harry got to Diagon Alley he met up with Ron and Hermoine, got his supplies, and left to meet up with his 'family.'