Authors Note: Okay...i love the Harry Potter books but this is my first HP fanfic so...be gentle...lol. I usually write Buffy so, this is new for me...oh well, i hope you guys like it. Note, Harry and everyone are older now, so they'll be foul language. There all about 18. There 2 years older then they should be but...meh...its my story.

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns all the chanracters, unless i make some random person up and they end up to be rly weird and stuff...oh well...she owns Harry...and Hermione...and Ron...and...whatever...SHE OWNS THEM ALL!

Chapter 1: The Invite and Harry's Freedom

"To love, is to let someone into your heart. To grieve, is to lose that same person"

Harry Potter was in his fifth summer since he had started Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Next year he would be a 6th year, but for now, he was planning how he would get away from the Dursleys this summer. He was hoping one of his friends would invite him over for the summer but he doubted it.

"Oh Hedwig, what am i going to do? I'm not sure i can handle another summer of the Dursleys." Harry said to his owl, Hedwig as she affectionatly nipped his finger. As if Harry's prayers were answered, there was a crash at his window, and he looked up just in time to see an owl drop onto the window sill. Harry quickly opened the window and carried the bird over to his bed. As he layed it down, he noticed it was Errol.

"Wonder what happened to pig." Harry mumbled outloud as he untied the letter.

Dear Harry,

Its Hermione. Percy let me use Errol, since Pig broke his wing...long story. Anyway, Mr. Weasley got tickets for the Quidditch World Cup again, and me and Ron were wondering if you'd like to come with us. It wouldn't be fun without you. Let's just hope the deatheaters don't ruin it this time

Anyway, please reply soon, i really want you to come with us. I'm staying with Ron this summer and we want you to come too. So, ask the Dursleys and get back to us.

I've really missed you. I hope you get to be a prefect or head boy this year, that would be cool. They've developed Prefect and Headboy/girl dormitaries or so i've heard. All the house Prefects and Headboys and girls get there own Dormitary. Apparently the rooms are magnificent. There arn't girl or boy dorms, just prefect and headboys and girls. There all co-ed. That'll be cool. They have common rooms and there own Kitchen. I thought the Kitchen part was a little strange but it sounds cool.

I'll talk to you soon.

Love you loads

-Hermione XOXO

'She loves me.' Harry thought to himself. 'Probably a figment of speech. Yea, thats it, a figment of speech.'

Harry decided he would ask them tomorrow, and let Errol rest for tonight. He put the letter and his glasses on his dresser and climbed into bed.

The next day:

Harry entered the kitchen the next day to see Dudley running around screaming at the top of his lungs. He didn't look into it. He just figured, he was losing more of his wasted brain cells. As Harry sat down, Aunt Petunia put a bowl of Total infront of him, a small bowl, along with a small piece of grapefruit, very small. Now the screaming and running made sense. Dudley was on another diet.

"I take it Dudley's on another diet then." Harry asked his Aunt, motioning to his distressed cousin.

"As little buisness of yours it is, yes. His school called again, saying he passed out after walking on the treadmill, because of his weight." She replied.

"How long was he walking?"

"2 minutes." She said, shaking her head, disappointed.

Harry thought this the perfect time to ask if he could go, since his Aunt seemed to be in a better mood than usual.

"Umm, Aunt Petunia, may i ask you something?" he asked nerviously. She turned around to face him.

"If you must." She replied stubbornly.

"My friends from school invited me to go to another World cup match, like last time, and i was wondering if i could go?They have Hermione with them and she knows alot more about...our kind of transportation, and would most likely pick me up via car or something. Can i go?" he asked. Aunt Petunia pressed her lips together and thought for a second.

"How long would you be gone?" She asked, eyeing him closely, waiting the right answer.

"The rest of the summer." he said, looking down at his bowl.

"Hmm...it would give me and Vernon a break. Alright then, but if they show up in any sort of weird fasion, you won't go and you'll be locked in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of summer. Got it?" Aunt Petunia asked pressingly. Harry shook his head vigoriously and engulfed his cereal and grapefruit before dashing up the stairs and into his bedroom.

"Guess what Hedwig? I can go to the World Cup. I better send a reply." Harry said excitingly as he sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and ink. He unscrewed the top,dipped his quill into the ink and began to write.

Dear Hermione,

Thanks for inviting me. They said i could go, but i need you guys to pick me up in a muggle fashion, like by car. They said, if you show up looking like a wizard or try FlooPowder again then they'll lock me in the cupboard. I know, they're assholes, but what can i do? Maybe Fred and Geaorge will "accidently" drop another Ton Tounge Toffee. Lol.

Dudleys on yet another diet. He passed out after walking for 2 minutes. Hes such a fat ass. Anyway, he was running around screaming this morning because his breakfast was grapefruit.

I've missed you guys too, probably you the most...oops, I missed you too Ron. Lol. Just kidding, but i did miss you guys.

I hope i get to be a Prefect or Headboy...it sounds really cool.

Send me a reply telling me the date and time your picking me up...ooo, and whos playing in the match.

Love you guys too.

Talk to you later

-Harry

'If only Hermione knew how much i loved her.' Harry sighed. He tied the note to Errol's leg and sent him on his way.

Harry went back downstairs and saw his Uncle Vernon sitting watching TV. Harry walked in and what happened next, he really didnt expect. His Uncle stood up and hugged him. Hugged him for the first time in 18 years.

"Umm, Uncle Vernon, are you feeling okay?" he gasped, finding it hard to breathe underneath his uncle.

"Yes, my boy. Im peachy." He let go and started to do a little dance around the living room. Harry noticed a letter sitting on the table. He walked over and picked it up.

Dear Dursleys,

We the Weasleys, have just won a Wizarding Competition. Its apparently alot like your Lottery. Well, we have decided, other than fixing up our house ,buying the World Cup tickets and school supplys, we would buy Harry off of you.

I'm betting you would probably be happy to get rid of him, but because you have raised him for 18 years, we've decided hat you deserve something. So, we are giving you 100,000 pounds, in muggle money ofcourse, in exchange for you letting us have Harry. We have already talked this over with Dumbledore, and he has agreed.

What do you say?

Yours Sincerly

Arthur Weasley

By the end of the letter, Harry's face was gleaming, he looked so happy. Infact, he stood up and started to dance with his Uncle.

"Im actually leaving!" Harry cried.

"100,000 smackers!" Uncle Vernon cried.

"Umm, how are we going to tell them we accept Vernon?" asked Petunia. Harry turned around.

"I'll take care of that. Fetch me a pen." Harry said. Petunia got a pen and Harry wrote 'we accept' on the back of the letter. Then he whistled and in flew Hedwig and sat on Harry's shoulder. He rolled the parchment up and tied it to Hedwigs leg.

"To Ron." With that, Hedwig soared out the open window.

"Okaaaay." Vernon said a little...befuddled (..hehehe funny word...o sorry, continue.) "Whos up for a game of Scrabble?"

"I'll just go upstairs." Harry said and started to walk away.

"Nonsense boy, you just got us 100,000 pounds. Tonight, your included." Vernon said and...(shock horror...sorry again) smiled.

After a few games of scrabble, Harry returned upstairs.

'Wow, that was unexpected.' he thought to himself. Harry looked over to his bed and saw Errol sitting there. Harry walked over and picked him up. He gently put him in Hedwigs cage and read the letter.

Dear Harry,

I'm so glad you can come. Your finally leaving the Dursleys, thats great. I'm really happy for you. Ron says, for that little remark, hes going to accidently feed YOU a Ton Tounge Toffee, dont worry, i'll protect you.

We're going to pick you up, by car, tomorrow at 9:00 am...we dont want you at the Dursleys much longer. Tell them, we'll bring the money with us.

Love you

Hermione XOXOXO

Harry automatically set to work packing his stuff. First he sent Errol home, then he packed up the stuff he would need for school. After that he got a seperate backpack and put all his other belongings into it. Which, surprisingly (hehehe, sarcasm...oops...sorry) isnt alot of stuff. When his room was packed, he got into bed, still in the clothes from today and fell asleep, but not before setting his alarm clock for 8:00 am.

The next day:

Harry woke up with his alarm clock and quickly got dressed. He was so excited he actually left his room WITHOUT his stuff. Ofcourse, 2 minutes later, he came rushing back in to get it. Then he remembered something and walked over to his dresser. He opened the draw and pulled out a locket. It had been his mothers, or so he'd been told. He held it out and opened it. Inside was a picture of him as a baby, but the other side was blank. He looked through his draw until he found what he was looking for and inserted the picture. He then put the locket into a jewelry box and placed it in his pocket.

Lucky for him, the Dursleys were awake. He went downstairs and into the Kitchen.

"They sent me an owl last night. They'll be here at 9 with your money and i'll be leaving...finally." Harry announced and grabbed a piece of grapefruit.

"Good." replied Vernon.

"Its 9 now Uncle Vernon." Harry pushed. Vernon dropped his grapefruit.

"Oh. Petunia, they'll be here shortly. Everyone, into the living room." Vernon said and they all, except Harry, ran into the living room. Ever see a fat boy run? Lets just say, its not pretty.

Harry walked into the living room a minute later with his stuff, just in time to hear the doorbell. He ran to the door and opened it to see Hermione, but something was different about her. HER HAIR, HER TEETH, HER BODY...EVERYTHING WAS DIFFERENT! She was beautiful. He grabbed her in a death like hug.

"I missed you too." She said, giggling, as he let go.

"Where's Ron?" he asked.

"In the car. Hes scared of your uncle." she sighed and walked in. "Where is your uncle?"

"Living room." Replied Harry and he showed her the way.

They walked into the living room and she walked over to Vernon.

"You must be his uncle. Well, heres the money." She said, handing him a check. "Mr Weasley put 100,00 pounds into a muggle bank so you have it in check form. Ofcourse, he didnt know what a check was, it took alot of explaining." She laughed, along with Harry.

"Okay then. Bye." He said and pocketed the check. Hermione turned around, so only Harry could see her and stuck out her tongue and made a funny face. She definitly wasn't shy anymore.

Harry grabbed his stuff and they left number 4, Privet Drive, hopefully forever. As they were walking to the car, which was a black SUV, probably ministry's, he turned to look at Hermione. She had straight, not-frizzy, hair tied up in a high ponytail. A very skinny waist, and (dare i say it...I DARE!) big breasts that he could see alot of in her low cut blue spagetti stray and (dare i say this also...I DARE!...AGAIN) a huge ass that looked really nice in her low cut designer jeans. She noticed him staring and spoke up.

"Want something?"

"Oh...umm...yea...When we get to the Burrow, can we talk somewhere...private?" he asked.

"Sure."

Harry and Hermione got in the car, to be greeted by Mr and Mrs Weaslry, Ron and Ginny.

"Hey Harry. Fred and Geaorge didnt want to come, but you'll see them later. Its great, your coming to live with us, from now on. Hows it going?" Ron asked, not stopping for much of a breath.

"Ron, slow down. Hi Harry." Ginny replied. Wow, she had grown to. That was expected, she's 16 now.

"Hi Ginny, Ron."Harry replied. He turned to his new parents and smiled." Hi Mr and Mrs Weasley, how has your summer been?"

"Oh, call us Molly and Arthur, your family now...you could even call us Mum and Dad if ya like." She smiled. Harry smiled back.

Everythings going extremely well for Harry...for now MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...cough cough...i mean...sorry it was a little rushed...its 2 in the morning and im tired : (

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