Sadly, I do not own any recognizable characters, or places, or plot lines, etc, etc, etc. Most of them belong to the wonderful Joanne Kathleen Rowling. (Please pardon any spelling errors in the perfect lady's name)
A/N Takes place after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Harry has an apartment in the muggle town near the Burrow.
Chapter 1
17 year old Harry James Potter woke up to the morning sun shining through his bedroom window. Looking at the electronic clock on his bedside table, he realized that it was only 8 o' clock on a Sunday morning, much too early to be up on such a day in his opinion. Harry reached his tired arm over to pull shut the curtains and set the alarm for one hour later before falling back to sleep.
This time Harry awoke to a song on the radio, followed by the DJ's voice. "That was 'Hey Jude' by the Beatles! Yeah, we're going a little old this morning. It is 9:02 AM on Sunday, July 3. The weather is nice and expected to remain so for the rest of the week. Have a great weekend, everyone." Harry turned up the volume on the radio so he wouldn't fall back asleep. He slowly dragged himself out of bed and headed to his bathroom for a shower.
Clean and fully awake 15 minutes later, Harry walked to his closet wearing a bathrobe. He was about to pull on a pair of grungy shorts and a t-shirt when he recalled having been invited to Sunday breakfast at the Weasley's a few days before.
After shoving the rejected clothes in the drawer, Harry looked for more respectable clothes to wear to the Burrow. He pulled out two shirts that he knew would match his best khaki trousers: a deep reddish-brown polo and a green-and-white striped button-down. Harry opted for the former, slipping it on after hanging the latter in its place. Harry slipped on his trainers and grabbed his wallet and keys before walking out his front door, turning his answering machine on as he went.
As Harry exited the small Muggle town, he spotted a fresh flower stand on the side of the road. Perfect, he thought, a chance to score brownie points everywhere! After buying four small bouquets, Harry went on his way. One for Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Fleur will be there, and, of course, one for Ginny. The thought of Ginny Weasley put a bounce to Harry's final steps toward the Burrow.
A/N: I know, this is really really short. I'm sorry. The chapters will get longer, and more interesting. I just have to set it up. Please be patient, and PLEASE review. I'm brand new here!