Disclaimer: I do not own any characters; they are the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. Entertainment, and I am writing solely for the joy of it, not for any money.
Chapter One
Arrival
With two loud cracks, a pair of nervous looking teenagers appeared before a large house, standing on a well-kept lawn.
"You ready?" A tall redheaded boy whispered. The shorter girl, who had bushy brown hair, merely nodded. They walked silently up to the door, and rang the bell. The girl turned to the boy.
"Absolutely no magic. None. Promise me Ron." She glared at him.
"But what if they need convincing?" He looked down at her.
"Then we'll use reason." She said firmly. The boy looked disappointed.
"Fine 'Mione. I promise." He looked at her glumly. "I won't us-" He burst out laughing.
"What is so funny?" Before Ron could answer she turned around. "Oh, hi Harry." The disembodied head of a raven haired boy stopped making faces.
"Hey." He looked at them. "Reason won't work on them." As he pointed at the inside, they heard the lock on the door click open. "Whoops, gotta go." He jumped on a broomstick and flew through a window open on the second floor.
The door was ripped open a purple faced man with very little neck, who was standing in front of a horse-faced woman. A large blond head disappeared around a corner.
The man looked like he might explode. "WHAT IN THE RUDDY HELL ARE YOU-" He realized that the entire neighborhood could hear him, and pulled them into the house. He slammed the door and walked to the bottom of the stairs. "BOY! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" He thundered.
"Hey Ron, Hermione." Harry emerged from the staircase. He turned to his uncle. "I come of age in three hours, and you know that Dumbledore asked you to let me in one last time before I turn seventeen. I am spending the next few months with this lot, and we need a place to stay tonight. We'll leave in the morning, and then you'll never see me again." He ushered his friends upstairs.
For the next few hours they caught up on recent events and helped Harry pack, and when they slept, it was the first time in months that Harry wasn't disturbed by images of his godfather.
Authors Note: This is the first chapter in I don't know how many, but this is pretty much going to be what I think should happen in the last book. I have written the second chapter and most of the third, but its 1:30 where I live and I'm too tired to type more. Please give me some feedback, I need it to get motivated to write more. Also, if anyone would like to be a Beta reader for me, since I am currently lacking one, I would be eternally grateful. E-mail me at if you're interested. Thanks for reading.
-GhostlyShadow