My first fanfic hope you like it! Please read and reveiw! DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. Just this story line, but everything else belongs to Jo. We love you Jo!!!
Chapter One: Leaving at Last
Harry was packing his things. It was normally Harry's nature to save tasks such as packing for the last possible moment. But this time he would pack his things in the Dursley house for the last time. His anxiety would not allow him to procrastinate.
Tomorrow morning he would leave for the Burrow, his best friend's home. In a few days he would attend the wedding of Bill Weasley, his best friend's brother, and Fleur Delacour. He had not seen either since Bill was injured in the battle with the Deatheaters at Hogwarts. Bill had been biten by a werewolf, Fenrir Greyback to be exact, but Greyback had not been transformed at the time so Bill was not really a werewolf. But Ron had written to Harry that Bill was getting on rather well.
"I will finally be leaving this place for good and I'll get to see Ron and Hermione again," he thought to himself. He was very happy and excited. Ron and Hermione were supposed to have gone with him to the Dursley's, but their parents had said they better not because they did not know how the Dursley's would react. What Harry did not know was that Ron and Hermione were actually a little relieved that they could not go.
He also looked forward to seeing Ginny at the Burrow. He had broken up with Ginny, but he had to admit that he still liked her. In fact he would never have broken up with Ginny if it was not for Voldemort.
Voldemort had made Harry's life miserable since he was a baby. Voldemort had killed Harry's parents, Lily and James Potter, when Harry was one. At eleven years old Harry had met Voldemort again. He had met Voldemort times since then, but when Harry was fifteen Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort's followers, killed Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. The next year Severus Snape, another one of Voldemort's followers, killed Albus Dumbledore, who Harry had been very close to. There was a prophecy about Harry that said he was the only one who could kill Voldemort. That meant the fate of the wizarding world was in his hands.
Harry went to the other side of the room where Hedwig, his snowy owl, sat in her cage. He gave her a treat. She hooted gratefully. "Tomorrow we will be out of this place for good." Harry told her. He had lived with his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, since his parents' death and he hated them. She nibbled his finger as though she understood.
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The next day Harry woke up at six. He got out of bed, went down stairs, and got some breakfast. He was eating a piece of toast when he realized that he was going to miss Little Whinging! He was not going to miss the Dursleys, of course, but he had lived at Little Whinging since he was a little one year old baby. He did not have any friends of course (unless you counted Mrs. Figg who lived close to the Dursleys and had often been Harry's babysitter) but it had still been his home.
At seven the Dursleys came strutting into the kitchen. Each of them looked very happy and excited, and Harry knew exactly why. Harry just looked at them. No one said anything to Harry. Eventually Harry went upstairs to get his trunk. He had fifteen minutes until Ron would be at Private Drive to pick him up.
At seven thirty Ron came tumbling out of the fireplace. He smiled at Harry and Harry returned it. He was very happy to see one of his best friends again. "We had better get going." Ron told Harry. Ron was pretending to look happy but Harry could tell that he was worried about something and Harry couldn't help but wonder what it was.
Harry took some floo powder from Ron. He stepped into the fireplace, threw it down, and said "the Burrow."
When Harry looked up he saw all of the Weasley's (except Ron and Percy), Hermione, Remus, Tonks, and Fleur all sitting there waiting for him. A second later Ron came out of the fireplace. Everybody greeted Harry excitedly.
Harry realized that Ginny was staring at him and he tried not to look at her but it was to hard. He looked into her beautiful eyes and could not help staring at her. They stood there staring at each other for a little bit before realizing that everyone was watching them. Harry turned and looked at Ron. " Let's go up to my room." Ron said. "I want to come too." Hermione exclaimed not wanting to be left out.
So they went up to Ron's room. Harry sat down on one of the four beds. "Fred and George are in here with us because Bill and Charlie are in their room." Ron explained. "You two are lucky." Hermione told them. "Ginny and I have to share a room with Fleur! She still treats us like we are little three year old's!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione just sat there and talked for awhile. Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione kept smiling at each other. Harry did not know what they were up to but he told himself that he would find out.