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Finally, the summer months were coming to a close. Harry Potter closed his Potions text softly, not wanting to wake up his aunt and uncle. He had three days, and only three days, to complete every one of his essays and reports for school. A majority of them, of course, were from Professor Snape. After extinguishing the tip of his wand, Harry slipped himself under the covers. This is going to be one hell of a year, he thought closing his eyes.

"Wake up!"

Harry's eyes snapped open and he glared at his doorway, the shriek from his Aunt seemed to slide under the door to awake him. Grasping the rim of his glasses, he placed them on the bridge of his nose, and stood up slowly. He felt light-headed slightly, going from a lying down position to standing, but he quickly overcame that. He shivered as he stood there in his navy boxers. Looking around for a clean shirt, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black polo. Looking at his Potions text, he shook his head thinking about all the essays he still had to write for Snape. Throwing on some old jeans, he left his room and headed down the stairs.

Aunt Petunia was standing at the bottom of the stairs, glaring at him as he walked by her.

"What took you so long? Your uncle and I have been waiting to discus... you know, with you," she snapped.

Harry raised an eyebrow and stared at her before walking into the kitchen and taking a muffin from the plate on the counter. Sitting down on a chair, he extended his feet to the chair in front of him, resting them there lazily. "Get up," came the voice of his uncle.

"What is your problem boy? Don't you have any common sense?"

Harry didn't know what he was talking about, and just stared at him.

"You were practicing m--- ma-.."

"Magic?"

"Be quite, boy. Yes, magic. What have we told you all these years? Never. Practice. Magic."

The lecture seemed to drag on forever, and Harry found himself barely listening. He just wanted to get back to his Potions work and finish that all by the time he went to bed. After being dismissed, Harry had to promise not to touch his wand until he was at school. shutting his door, and locking it, he cast a silencing charm on the door and windows in his room. He summoned his book, parchment, ink and quills and set off to work.

Three hours had passed since Harry Potter locked himself in his room, and the progress was definitely visible. He had finished all seven of his potions essays, a History of Magic assignment and was working on his Defense Against the Dark Arts project now. It was noon now, and Harry decided some fresh air was in order. Exiting his room, he left the house and walked outside down the small road. It was odd, he thought, that there was never a lot of traffic on any of the roads near Privet Drive. It was quiet, and he liked it.

Harry's head snapped towards the sound of Dudley and his gang approaching. Ducking himself behind a small bush, he peered around looking at them. Who was that new member? Was it.. a girl? When did Dudley have any female with his gang? He stared closely at her, trying to see if he recognized her from the neighborhood. She was pretty gorgeous, if he did say so himself. He blonde hair was pulled back, revealing her face and her stunning gray eyes. That's odd. Gray eyes? He never knew of a muggle with gray eyes, but he decided that it was probably a common thing. Her body was perfectly developed in all the right places and he couldn't help but stare for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.

The group headed towards the vandalized playground centered in the rows of streets. Dudley began to harass the girl, probably the oaf's way of flirting, Harry later decided. It didn't seem like they planned on leaving anytime soon, so Harry stood up and walked by the gang, ignoring them, trying not to look over at the gorgeous being in Dudley's possession. Blocking out the taunts and nasty remarks, he kept walking around the corner and over to a stone wall he liked to walk. Hopping upon it, he started walking down the stones, kick off the loose ones into the street and into peoples lawns.

Walking the same stone wall five consecutive times can get rather dull and boring, so he set off back to Number 4, and to finish his Transfiguration and Herbology work so he'd have tomorrow to get to the Burrow.