Author's note: I dedicate this story to Miss Connie for inspiring and pushing me to write it. This is for you Babe! Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for being such a great friend and helping me out with all the stuff and believing in me. I love you Mrs. Potter!

Disclaimer (applied to whole story): I do not own the character or places in this story although it would be totally awesome if I did. I only came up with the story which is pretty good for me.

Chapter 1: The long awaited letter

It was a hot July day. The sun was high in the sky and the temperature was rising every half hour. Everyone on Privet Drive was inside with the windows open hoping for a breeze to come by and brush across their faces to cool off. Except for one boy. He was the age of fifteen, almost sixteen, with disheveled shiny black hair and glistening emerald green eyes. He sat with his back against the garden wall of Number Four Privet Drive. He was looking up and down the street as if expecting someone or something to come.

Suddenly, there was a clunk from inside the house and the slam of a door. Harry turned around and spotted his round, fat cousin Dudley.

Dudley walked up to his cousin and swatted him in the back of his head but Harry ignored him. He continued to stare out at the street. Dudley, realizing that his cousin wasn't going to be any fun, walked off to find his groupies.

Harry was too busying thinking about everything that had happened the past few months. Voldemorts return, the start of the war, Sirius's death (or rather disappearance behind the cloth). All of it was too much to handle. He felt all alone in the Dursley's house. There was no one around in the neighborhood who really knew what was going on. No one believed that the most powerful dark wizard had returned. He was sure that it was only a matter of time before Voldemort and his Death Eaters attacked some innocent town, killing muggles and wizards alike. He knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort came after him. But he was prepared. He kept his wand with him at all times and had been reading up on the spells from his old class books.

But for many reasons, Voldemort was not the most important thing on his mind. Sirius filled his mind as well as his heart. Spending June and July all alone, frustrated him to no end. He was so angry that Sirius was gone. He hadn't enough time with him. He had, had but three years. It wasn't enough time for him. There were so many dreams that Harry wouldn't get to fulfill with him. There was so much they wouldn't be able to do together.

Harry noticed that tears were falling from his eyes as he remembered Sirius. He roughly brushed them away with the back of his hand and straightened his face. He looked up at the sky and noticed a familiar looking owl flying low down towards him.

"Hi there Pig," he said with a smile as the owl landed on the wall. Harry tried to untie the letter tied to his leg but he kept moving. "Hold still and I'll get it off." Holding the bird with one hand and pulling the letter off with the other. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a treat and gave it to the worming little owl. Pig took it gratefully and tried to eat it all in one bite but couldn't manage, and ended up choking. Harry looked at the owl and sighed. He put the letter down next to him and helped the bird swallow the treat.

Finally when Pig stopped choking and busied himself with a nearby leaf, Harry picked up the letter to read it. Harry smiled when he saw Ron's scrawling, messy handwriting. The letter read:

Dear Harry,

Sorry about not writing sooner mate but Dumblore thought it was better for you to stay there what with everything that is happening. Or not happening. It's getting bloody unnverving. But Mom pleaded with him to let you come stay with us for your birthday and then on until school starts. He finally said okay to her request on the terms of adding more concealment charms to the house. I'm writing to tell you to be ready to go at noon on July31st. Dad and Lupin are coming to get you and bring you to the Burrow. Everything's bloody crazy around here since Herrmione got here. She been having me work on my homework and its not even August. But you know her. The sooner the better. I'll tell you about it when you arrive on Saturday. Hope the muggles aren't treating you horribly. If they are and Dad finds out you know what will happen. See ya soon mate.

RonWeasley

Harry smiled. He was dying to get away from the Dursley's. He was dying to find out what was going on in the wizarding world. He needed to be with people of his kind. Especially with the war going on and everything. He needed information that he did not get in Privet Drive.

Harry got up and wandered into the house. He slipped in the door and up the stairs to his room. He grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled a reply to Ron.

Ron,

Got your letter and I can't wait till then. I'll be waiting. By the way it's about bloody time. I've dying hear without connections. But yeah I understand about Hermione. But that's who she is and we can't change her. Can't wait to be back at the Burrow. Tell everyone I say hi and I'll see you on Saturday.

Harry

He then leaned out the window and whistled at Pig. Pig flew up and Harry attached the note to his leg and the little owl flew off.

He sighed as he wandered over to his bed and sat down. "Boy is it going to be a long five days." Harry thought to himself as he looked at the calendar on the wall. Saturday was looking like an eternity away to Harry because he now had something to look forward to.