Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A few years ago the name was very foreign, so different. Now it's my home. The only real home I've ever had.
A few weeks ago, the thought that in two years I would be graduating from Hogwarts dawned on me. This is the beginning of my sixth year.
Ron isn't too excited, except for the feast, that he can't wait for.
Hermione is of course, excited. She isn't packing her schedule too tight this year, though it sounded pretty full to me.
I want to see everyone again, but over the summer something big weighed on my mind: Voldemort.
Last year his matter or whereabouts weren't discussed, but then again Dumbledore didn't talk to me for most of the year.
"Harry, get your...things! We want you out of this house as soon as possible!" Aunt Petunia yelled in a obnoxiously high tone.
"Will do, Aunt Petunia." I yell down the stairs.
I get Hedwig and my backpack and clunk down the stairs.
I make it to the door and stop. Of course I don't get a goodbye, that's about a one in a million chance.
I walk into the kitchen, and pull out my wand.
"HARRY POTTER!" Uncle Vernon yells with bacon hanging out of his mouth.
Autn Petunia drops the plate of pancakes she was holding.
Dudley starts shaking all over, his fat rippling.
"Ropesees Tighticas!"{A/N:Couldn't come up with anything better, get a good laugh out of it} I shouted.
In seconds, all three Dursleys are wrapped in ropes.
"Release us this second, boy!" Uncle Vernon shouts as he wriggles in the ropes.
"You should have thought about that when you locked me in a cupboard for eleven years." I chuckle.
I get my stuff and walk out the door, hopefully never coming back.