"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE AND GET TO WORK!" is all Aunt Petunia had to say to wake Harry up in the morning. Harry was not normal, well not by the Dursley's standards. Harry Potter was a wizard, and a very respected one at that. He had once survived the most deadly curse known to wizards, the Avada Krevada. He had always put up with the Dursleys, due to the fact that his parents were long dead, thanks to the most powerful dark wizard of the day. Lord Voldemort had come to his house 14 years ago to kill his parents and Harry for unknown reasons.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Harry remarked while straining his eyes against the hot sun coming into his room. He quickly got dressed, if he didn't, that would mean more yelling and a punishment from Uncle Vernon. The Dursley's had put their only son on a diet before Harry went back to Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is where Harry attended school. He was going into his 5th year there and it felt more like home there then at the Dursley's. Dudley was not a small boy either; he looked like a small whale. The diet consisted on one single piece of grapefruit. Upon returning home from school, he quickly wrote to his best friends of his troubles. Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid responded with many delicious foods. Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley had always been kind to Harry and baked pies and muffins for him. Harry always did the chores for the Dursleys.
"I want you to prune the roses, clip the hedges and weed the gardens. Do you understand?" Aunt Petunia demanded. By the way she spoke Uncle Vernon peeked his head up from the paper he was reading and paid little attention. Dudley however was very interested whenever Harry got into trouble.
"I understand. But I will not do it." Harry spoke, only mumbling the last part. Uncle Vernon, however, heard what he said and quickly interjected.
"You will do what your Aunt says, or else the consequences will not be good."
"NO! I've taken enough or your crap over the years!"
"TO YOUR ROOM! NOW!" Before realizing what Vernon had done, Harry was already up the stairs in his room.
When Harry got his room he notices Hedwig was finally back. She would have the letter from Sirius, Harry's godfather.
Harry – I have been contact with Dumbledore and he's helping the Weasleys take care of you over the summer. He has also been trying to clear my name so you can hopefully live with me someday. Your friend Ron should notify you soon. With love always, Sirius Black
He couldn't have been more pleased. Only to be brought back to reality by Pig's incessant tapping at his window. It was a letter from Ron.
Hey Harry, Guess what? Mum said that you're to stay here for the rest of this and maybe the next few summers. That is if Dumbledore clears Si, Ron had started to say Sirus but crossed it out, just incase of mail thieves, Snuffles name gets cleared. Lets hope that's soon! Anyway, Were to pick you up on Saturday. Dad is getting a Ministry car and Fred and George can't wait to see Dudley again. See you soon! Ron
Finally, Harry thought, I am finally going to the Weasleys to stay. AND I could live with my Godfather! What will the Dursley's say, and Ron coming this Saturday? I'll just have to ask.
Harry had to think about what to say to the Dursleys about Ron's family coming. The last time the Weasleys came, they had blown up the Dursley's fireplace.
"Er — Uncle Vernon?"
"What?"
"I've just gotten a letter from — a friend, and they said I could spend the summer with them."
Uncle Vernon didn't look up, or give any sign that he had heard.
"So, can I go?" Harry pressed.
Grunt.
Harry took that as a yes. "Thanks," he said. "They're stopping by tomorrow to pick me up."
Vernon's head snapped up. "'Pick you up'?" he repeated suspiciously. "Just who are these people?"
"Friends," Harry said, wanting to keep their true identities a mystery until the actual time of their arrival, when Uncle Vernon would be so anxious to be rid of Harry for another two months that he wouldn't care if the President of the United States was carrying him away.
"Friends, eh?" Uncle Vernon said, eyeing his nephew. "Not those people who blasted off my fireplace last year, are they?" His gaze flickered to the repaired fireplace, then back to Harry.
"Er…"
Uncle Vernon's gaze darkened. "No," he said firmly. "I will not allow them in this house again!" Harry noticed, with some satisfaction, that Dudley's eyes had gone round. His last two encounters with fully-grown wizards had not exactly been pleasant. On one occasion, he'd gotten a pig's tail attached to his behind; the other had been the time he'd eaten one of Fred and George Weasley's Ton-Tongue Toffees.
Harry sighed. "They won't have to come into the house," he said. "They can just stay in the car, and I'll go out to them."
Vernon's ears caught on this. "Car?" he said. "They're taking a car?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "Ron wrote and told me...they'll be driving a — rented car." He had almost said "a Ministry car," but that would have meant certain death in front of his uncle and aunt.
"They — they are, are they?" said Uncle Vernon, once again waging a silent battle within himself: on the one hand, making Harry happy, on the other, getting rid of him. He seemed to have been swayed slightly by the knowledge that the Weasleys would be arriving in a car.
Obviously, the idea of being rid of his embarrassing and troublesome nephew for another year was just too tempting. "All right," he finally grunted, "you can go. So long as you don't come back here, asking for stuff you've lost...."
Harry could have laughed. It would take a lot more than a forgotten book or shirt to bring him back to the Dursleys' household. Without another word, Harry went back upstairs to start packing. Just two more days with the Dursleys. Two more days. Wait! In two days would be Harry's birthday! Oh what a day.
The next two days went by without much incident. Everyone in 4 Privet Drive was very tense on Saturday. This tension only grew when the Weasleys arrived.
A/N: Part 2 by the end of the week! I promise.
Disclaimer: Harry, Ron , and all others belong to J.K. Rowling.
