Staying at the Burrow was one of the few things in life that Harry enjoyed doing during the summer. Overall, being away from the Dursleys' tirades was to be a huge benefit. Harry did not have a clue of what was going to happen soon after he arrived.

It was the last day at Hogwarts, sure, they would all be back in the castle in a couple of months, but it was a break from the constant studying and other school related things. Harry, on authority of Dumbledore, was to go to the Dursleys' for one night. Harry got irritated with the headmaster, to no other avail than a slight chuckle.

"Harry, go to the Dursleys'. I shall come there, around noon after the first night and take you to the Weasley's." Dumbledore had said amidst the end of his chuckling.

"What if they refuse?" Harry asked, although the words sounded stupid as they were said aloud.

"Harry, my right overpowers theirs, and if there is much of an issue, you'll just be staying here at the castle." Dumbledore issued the phrase in the castle with sarcasm.

"Very well Professor. I trust you know how to get into the basement."

"I do, Harry, now run along. You mustn't miss the train."

The one night at the Dursley's went without issue; Harry kept quiet and pretended not to exist. Whilst Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley went along with their own lives as if Harry did in fact, not exist.

True to his word, Dumbledore stood on the doorstep in his billowing cloak, at noon. To anyone passing by it would look like an older man wearing a suit was standing at the door, as not to expose magic. Upon knocking thrice, the door opened with a slow jerk. Vernon Dursley nearly fainted when he saw the cloaked figure standing at the door.

"PETUNIA!" the fat man bellowed.

Mrs. Dursley came running from the kitchen, unsure of what was happening. She too stood agape.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," Dumbledore said politely. "I am here on business, not pleasure. Though I must say I like what you've done with the place."

"What do you want?" Vernon snapped. He was greatly angered that this man would just show up at his doorstep, unannounced.

"I am here to take Harry," Dumbledore said plain as day.

"Why?" Petunia asked.

"I wish for him to accompany me on a venture over the summer," Dumbledore lied.

Harry, who had heard Vernon scream, stood at the bottom of the stairs; his luggage in tow.

Harry left with the snap of disapparating, as the door of Number 4, Privet Drive slammed shut behind them.

So began his stay at The Burrow. . .

"So begins another chronicle of adolescent Harry's erotic adventures. Read on for the meat of the story.

In addition, Yes, I certainly did intend that pun ;)

Sorry for not posting much as of late, so much homework and other assorted bullshat. ~Roger"

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