Harry Potter stood there, not being able to move, having no control over what his body did or how his mind thought. He subconsciously turned around; surprisingly he found that he was no alone in this unknown-of paradise.

There she was, standing with a guilty look on her face. She was draped in red and black robes. Underneath, Harry could see she was wearing dark-blue jeans and a red shirt with black letters that red "American...something". He tried looking directly into her eyes, almost desperate. He had no such luck; every time he came close, she would lower her eyes dramatically. Who was she and what did she want? What was she doing there? What was he doing there? Where were they?

"HARRY POTTER ... WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" Harry could hear her yelling, but her lips weren't moving and her voice was one he recognized. "YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO GET OUT OF BED BEFORE I HAVE VERNON KNOCK THIS DOOR DOWN! WAKE UP... NOW!!!"

Harry woke up to thunderous pounding on his bedroom door. Aunt Petunia welcoming him to yet another day under the Dursley household. He struggled out of bed, half out of laziness, half because he was still a bit confused.

He dressed and went out for breakfast. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the calendar in the hall. July 31. Another birthday that Harry would be forced to spend with the Dursleys, unless Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger remembered that he was still alive.

To his utter surprise, his trunk and owl had been placed in the living room. Shocked he approached them carefully. They were all neatly packed and looked like they were ready for him to lift them up and take them with him.

Uncle Vernon came into the living room. An angry look ironed on his fat face.

"The Weasley family called. They want to take you home with them. Personally, I'm surprised they didn't learn about calling us from the last time. Lucky for you ... they did learn how to use the God damned phone." Uncle Vernon spat out. Harry's heart brightened. "They said that they'd pick you up by floo-powder. They better as hell not be late. All I want is to spent the rest of the holiday without someone of your sort coming in and out of the chimney, non the less with you." With that he walked out, leaving Harry feeling as if about to explode with joy.

Forgetting breakfast, Harry quickly ran back up to his room to dress himself appropriately. When he came back downstairs he found Mr. Weasley and Ron already hauling his things into the chimney. Harry was overwhelmed all of a sudden and ran all the way to the living room. He helped put the last of his belongings into the chimney.

"Ron, Mr. Weasley! Thanks!" Harry said quite happily when they were all done.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!!!" Ron shouted happily. "Come on, Hermione is already at my house! Every ones waiting for you!" Ron jumped into the chimney to join his father and was quickly followed by Harry.

There was no one that Harry really needed to bid his farewells to, due to the fact that the Dursleys could care less if Harry left or simply dropped dead.

Harry, Ron and Mr. Weasley finally set themselves up. Ready to go, Mr. Weasley yelled "The Burrow!", threw the floo-powder on the floor, and they were off.