Ok...this is my second fanfic, but my first Harry Potter one. It's pretty much their last year of Hogwarts. I really don't want to give a lot away right now. I will, though, tell you that I'm taking it off right after Half Blood Prince. Dumbledore's dead, Harry's at the Dursley's and he's pondering what to do about Voldemort and Horuxes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything along those lines.

Harry Potter and the Internal Conquest

Chapter 1: Never Coming Back

Dear Harry,

How have you been? I hope the Muggles haven't been too horrible to you.

I just got back home from America with my parents. America has a very rich magical history. We went on a tour of the Salem Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was very fascinating. I'll have to tell you more about it once I see you.

Oh! The reason I wrote to you, besides making sure you were alright, is that the Order was wondering if you like to stay at Headquarters the rest of the summer. Ron won't be there because he is helping his family with Fleur and Bill's wedding (which you still need dress robes for), but I'll be at HQ though. I know you'd rather be there instead of at the Dursley's.

If you want to come, we'll come and pick you up at around noon tomorrow.

Please send me an answer immediately.

Love always,

Hermione

Harry Potter folded the letter in half and left it on his bedside table. Though he had only been at his relative's house for a week, he never felt more ready to leave. He had been patiently waiting the last week for word from anyone from the magical world, telling them of their plans to rescue him from this muggle hellhole. Finally, it came. A smile spread across his face as he realized that at noon tomorrow, he would be leaving this place and would never have to come anywhere near again. He left his small room and rush downstairs to tell his aunt and uncle the news, knowing that they would be as thrilled as he was.

Harry walked into the living and found his Uncle Vernon sitting in his favorite armchair, watching the news. Vernon Dursley was a very large man with no neck what so ever and a huge dark mustache, which was starting to sprout a few grey hairs. He paid no attention to the fact that his nephew had entered the room, even though he knew he was there. Also in the room was Harry's cousin, Dudley. Dudley was currently laying on the couch with a handheld video game in one hand and a spoon in the other. A big blue bowl of ice cream laid on his stomach and with each victory in his game, Dudley took a massive scoop of double chocolate and stuffed it into his piggish face. Like his father, Dudley also didn't take notice to Harry appearance.

Harry loudly cleared his throat, which made Vernon look up from the TV. "What is it, Boy?" Vernon snarled.

Harry put his hands behind his back and, in a very business type manner, answered, "I just thought you would want to know that tomorrow, a friend of mine will be picking me up at around noon and I will be with them the rest of the summer."

A realization flashed across Vernon's mind. "This is your last year at that school, Boy? Right?" He wondered.

"Yes." Harry said.

"And after you leave that school, you will of age?"

"Yes."

"Which means, that after tomorrow you will never have to come back here again?"

Harry smiled. "You are correct."

Vernon's eyes flashed with excitement. This is what he had been waiting almost seventeen years for. "Noon you say? Well, you'd better go upstairs and make sure you'll all packed." He exclaimed in the nicest tone Harry had ever heard from him.

Once Harry got to his room he immediately wrote back to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

I'm fine. The Muggles are letting me go!

America did sound interesting. You'll have to tell me all about.

I'll see you at noon tomorrow then.

Thanks for rescuing me. I owe you.

Harry.

"Take this to Hermione as fast as you can." Harry said to Hedwig. The snowy owl friendly nipped his finger and flew out the window.

A wave of excitement washed over him as he began to pack all of his belongings, which didn't take very long. His room was entirely cleared with everything in his trunk, except Hedwig's cage and his Firebolt. He sat down on his bed and couldn't stop smiling, thinking about the great day ahead.

H & H

11:57

Harry was down in the living room sitting on the couch, waiting for Hermione to arrive. Vernon was, once again sitting in his favorite armchair, only this time he was in his finest grey suit. Harry had told his uncle, when asked who was picking him up, that Hermione's parents were muggles, and, upon hearing this, he wanted to impress them, or at least show off to them. His aunt, Petunia, had also cleaned her house, making sure it was spot free. Petunia Dursley was tall, skinny and blond. She also had twice as much needed neck and, in Harry's and other people's opinion, looked very similar to a horse.

"How are they getting here?" Vernon barked.

Harry wasn't quiet sure. "I suppose a car." He answered.

"Good." Vernon liked to judge other people by what type of car they had. He also didn't want more strange people coming into his house through the fireplace, just as the Weasleys had done right before Harry's fourth year.

Noon approached and, right on time, a black Chevy Tahoe pulled into the driveway. Harry tried to flatten his jet black hair, but it stayed as unruly as ever. Petunia opened the door with a sweet "Welcome" and the next thing Harry knew was he was being crushed into a tight huge by one of his best friends.

"Oh Harry! I missed you! How have you been?" Hermione asked quickly as she released him.

"Hello to you too, Hermione. I'm fine, and you?" He answered with a smile.

"Wonderful." She responded returning his smile.

Hermione turned around to the couple she arrived with. "Mum, Dad. This is one of my best friends, Harry Potter."

Mrs. Granger gave Harry a bone crushing hug, which made Harry realize where Hermione received her hugging talents. "Hello Harry. We've heard so much about you from Hermione." She said with a smile, which made Hermione turn slightly pink. Mrs. Granger was about the same height as Harry and had bushy brown hair, like Hermione's, and bright blue eyes. She was a plump woman with a kind face. Mr. Granger was very skinny and very tall. He had short blond hair and chocolate brown eyes. He shook Harry's hand and said, "Pleasure to meet you Harry" with his own smile.

"Pleasure's all mine, Sir." Harry responded. Why he said Sir, he didn't know.

"Well, Harry, I suppose you want to start your wonderful summer, so here's your trunk and I guess this is goodbye." Vernon exclaimed with fake politeness

The Grangers were a little startled by how urgent Vernon sounded about getting rid of Harry.

"Indeed. We should be heading out" Harry agreed, grabbing his trunk.

"Oh. I'll take that, Harry." Mr. Granger insisted.

"Thank you Sir." Harry said, handing him the trunk and, again, wondering why he called him Sir.

Turning to the Dursleys, Harry said, "Goodbye."

They waved, each of them hiding a smirk, as Harry and the Grangers left the house. Mr. Granger put Harry's trunk, Firebolt and Hedwig's cage in the back, while Mrs. Granger sat in the driver's seat and started the car. Harry and Hermione climbed into the back seat and put on their seat belts.

"Hermione", Harry asked, "How far is it to Headquarters by car?"

"Three long hours." She replied with a sigh.

They spent the first hour or so playing car games and talking about their summers. Hermione told Harry about her favorite city that she visited: New York. "Harry. New York is filled with so much history. There's a place in New York, similar to Diagon Ally, that has a bookshop there called The Dozen Wands and I found the most extraordinary book on New York's magical history." Hermione pulled a book out of her bag on the floor. It was dark red and, in gold letters, had the title: The Magical History of New York: Wizards, Witches, and the Tales That Make New York What It Is Today. Hermione seemed to be pleased with her purchase.

About ten minutes later, Hermione yawned and looked a bit drowsy. "Tired?" Harry asked.

She nodded. Her father was already asleep and her mother was driving, while listening to a book on tape via cassette player. "Would you like to lie down and take a nap?" Harry asked while offering his lap as a pillow.

"Harry, you'll be terribly uncomfortable if I take up the majority of the seat. You might want to take a nap yourself." Hermione answered with concern in her eyes.

"Don't worry Hermione. I can sleep sitting up, and I'm not tired anyway, but you seem exhausted. So, please, lie down and rest. Don't worry about me."

She smiled. "Ok. Just wake me when we get there."

"Will do."

Hermione settled her head right on top of Harry's leg and, before shutting her eyes, said "Just think Harry, you'll never have to go back to those horrible people ever again."

"Yeah", Harry said, "Thanks for rescuing me, Hermione."

Hermione didn't answer and Harry heard gentle snores coming from her. He smiled at the girl sleeping in his lap as he too began to drift off.

H & H

Ta-Da!!!

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