A/N: This isn't really all about Ron and Hermione's romance. Well I need your patience. Just read this from the very first chapter and everything will flow thoroughly. Ron-Hermione-Draco but of course I'm in favor of our RH. As for Harry, there will be Ginny and Cho but I haven't decided who'll succeed. Please don't blame me for errors... I'm only a student and on my teens. I'll tell you my age sometime. Please R&R!

Chapter 1

INVITATION FOR THE BURROW

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, went back to his so-called 'home'. Number four Privet Drive's house went very quiet. Aunt Petunia kept shooting Harry dirty looks. Harry just bowed his head feeling ashamed. He still couldn't believe what Dumbledore told him last June. This place – this very place was the safest? Through all those years he lived here, he only wanted one thing – to get out of here. Harry decided to go upstairs as the darkness kept creeping. He really felt tired all day. Everyday went by and he still cleans and cleans this house. He was better than a house elf! Month of July will soon wave goodbye and hello to August.

"Tomorrow, I'll wake up early for trimming Aunt Petunia's bed of flowers." Harry said to himself and ran upstairs.

Dudley, who was watching t.v., threw the pillow to his head.

"Aww!" yelled Harry.

"Poor little Harry." Dudley insulted, "No friends to fight for you. You're still at your ruddy-school? I prayed last summer for you to be expelled, you know."

"Lucky, I am then," Harry smirked, "How can you still say that? It's because of you why I got that hearing. I should've left you with those dementors. Oh don't worry they won't eat you – they'll just kiss you..."

Dudley felt himself turned red. He stood and about to punch Harry straight into his face but Uncle Vernon suddenly arrived from nowhere and held Dudley's arm.

"What's the problem Dudders?" asked Uncle Vernon.

"That boy insults me!" Dudley protested, "Don't give him his dinner, Dad!"

"I'm warning you boy. One wrong move." warned Uncle Vernon.

"Stop it Vernon." called Aunt Petunia.

Harry got confused. What's this, Aunt Petunia saving him? He could be dreaming! He closed his eyes and shook his head. He opened it and realized it was true.

"Go to bed, Harry" Aunt Petunia ordered.

"O-ok."

Harry turned back and dashed toward his room. He slammed the door slowly and jumped to bed. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I can't believe this." He thought.

The next day, first day of August, the weather looked fine. Harry was awakened by strange noise downstairs. Before that, he had been dreaming about his godfather smiling at him. Sirius waved him goodbye and joined James and Lily. Harry, in his dreams, kept calling his name and ran towards him the suddenly –

CLANG. BANG. WHOOSH.

Harry opened his eyes and shouted, "SIRIUS!" He blinked and stood. What's going on downstairs? Why everyone was shouting? He flew downstairs. There, he didn't notice his jaw dropped.

"I'll roast that owl!" shouted Uncle Vernon as Pig swooshed at the top of his head.

"Get off!" Dudley shouted with his hands waving in air.

"It's all his fault-"Uncle Vernon helped Dudley get rid of Pig.

"Go away!" screamed Aunt Petunia running in circles bumping on walls.

Pig stopped chasing Aunt Petunia and finally turned its head to Harry. Harry didn't know what to do. Will Pig attack him? He closed his eyes tight, his eyeglasses slipped from the bridge of his nose. As he closed it, he imagined Sirius again. Tears started flowing down his cheeks but suddenly something landed into his right shoulder. He opened his eyed and wiped the tears quickly.

"Pig, behave yourself." Harry picked the letter from Ron at Pig's beak. Pig flew towards Harry's room.

"I recognized that owl." Frowned Uncle Vernon, "Read the letter loud."

Harry read the letter from Ron. "Ok, ok. It's from my best friend, Ron Weasley, remember him? His father came here two years ago. Short letter, it says:

Harry,

Well sorry, I'm in a hurry can't make this one longer. Mum and Dad were very stubborn. Can you spend the rest of your vacation here in the Burrow? Hermione's already here. Dad, Hermione and I will go there by Floo Powder. Tell your relatives to open the fireplace or else we'll get stuck. We'll arrive at exactly one o'clock in the afternoon. See ya!

Ron

"So?" asked Harry, "Can I go?"

"What? Those – those – people like you, again?" Uncle Vernon's body trembled.

"Yes. Aunt Petunia?" Harry turned to his aunt, "Can I go?'

"S-sure, Harry." Aunt Petunia said flatly, "How will they get here? Flying cars?

Brooms? Fire place? I don't wanna mess with them. What will our neighbors say?"

"Don't worry they'll come by Floo Powder at the fireplace." Harry smiled.

"Don't allow him, Dad. The house will be in ruins!" Dudley protested.

"N-no." Harry quickly answered before Uncle Vernon could, "Just open the fireplace. Everything will be alright. Mr. Weasley works for the Ministry of Magic. I've told you that last year. People like 'us' have that kind of government. He won't allow anyone of you to get hurt."

"Ok. One o'clock?" asked Uncle Vernon, "They won't come in time."

"They will."

"Whatever!" Uncle Vernon sat at the sofa, "As long as you'll leave this house earlier before your term starts. We'll be able to get rid of you now. Pack your things!"

"Thank you!" Harry went back into his room. He forgot all about Sirius. He should admit the truth. Anyway, hours later and he'll be with his friends again. He didn't notice his stomach telling him to eat.