Harry awoke with a start, at the sound of tapping on his window. He rubbed his eyes groggily and glanced around looking for the source of the tapping. He noticed a small blurred fuzzy ball tapping on the window. He put on his glasses and discovered that the brown fuzz ball was indeed Rons minute owl Pigwidgeon. Harry pulled the covers off of himself and walked towards the window and opened it to let the slight breeze penetrate his excuse for a bedroom. Pig hopped into Harrys room and zoomed around the ceiling. He smiled to himself thinking about his two best friends. There had not been a day since he had gotten back from Hogwarts that either Ron or Hermione hadn't sent him a letter. He had yet to discover why he had such great friends.

Harry grabbed Pig from his mad dash around Harry's ceiling with ease, which would have been quite a difficult task for the less experienced person but was very easy for him becaue of his numerous Quidditch experiences with catching the snitch. He detached the letter from Pigs leg and led him over to Hedwigs cage and let him reenergize for the journey home. He read the names on his letter and discovered that it was from both Ron and Hermione. Harry felt a a pang of jealousy as he thought of his two best friends together, both at the Burrow having fun without him, while he was cooped up here with the Dursleys.

He felt ashamed at himself for feeling jealous, it wasn't as if his friends had abandoned him or made him stay here with the Dursley's. He was only following the directions Dumbledore had given him before his death a few weeks ago. Remembering him made Harry's heart go cold with anger and fury, a lump grew in his throat and tears threatened to escape his eyes. He had spent most of the weeks back from Hogwarts cooped up in his room at number 4 privet drive. Harry brooded over Dumbledores death, replaying the famous night when one of the most powerful wizards in the world had died. With that, Harry was more determined than ever to locate and destroy the missing Horcruxes and complete his destiny by destroying Voldemort. He knew that he wouldn't be able to rest until he killed the man that had marked him as a either murderer or a gonner since the day almost sixteen years ago when his parents were murdered. He wouldn't let the sacrifices of Dumbledore his parents and Sirius go forgotten. They had all risked there lives for him and he was going to make them proud.

Harry blamed himself for Dumbledores death; if only Dumbledore had not raised his wand to disable Harry, Malfoy wouldn't have disarmed him and Dumbledore probably would still be alive. His friends had tried to cheer him up and had told him that he would be out of the Dursley's house soon, he hoped soon would come fast, he was becoming extermely impatient. With that he ripped open the the scroll and took out a surprisingly long letter with both Ron and Hermione's handwriting on it

Dear Harry,

How are you hanging in there mate? Are the muggles treating you all right? Bill and Fleurs wedding is finally set on July 17th. Its a mad house here at the Burrow. Mum just plain refuses to let any of us rest, I just got away, she was going to make me help her post the invitations. There's something wrong with that woman, she refuses to let any of us rest. If we even dare to sit down for a moment, she comes barging in and telling us of about how hard she is working to make the wedding go as planned blah, blah, blah, blah.

Hi, Harry its me Hermione I just arrived here at the Burrow yesterday. Anyway, Ron is, just way too over dramatic; she isn't really that bad, she just wants everything to be perfect for her eldest son and her future daughter in laws wedding. What mother wouldn't wnat that for her first child's wedding?

Whatever Hermione, you're just saying that because she's your boyfriend's mother. Ha Ha Ha! Shes blushing like crazy right now you should see her face Harry, it's almost as red as my hair, now shes slapping me because the quick notes quill we're using just wrote that down.

I am not blushing or slapping him he's just making that up, Harry.

Harry smiled to himself because he knew that his two best friends had finally gotten together. They had liked each other for ages but it took the death of Dumbledore for them to finally realize that they were meant for each other and with a little help and urging from Harry's part they had finally gotten together. Then he continued with the letter.

Anyways, as I was saying Ginny became soo angry at Fleur for continuously making her change her bridesmaid dress over and over until Fleur found "zee perfeect von".

Harry's heart lurched at the thought of Ginny in a gorgeous dress, her dazzling scarlet ringlets cascading down her back. He had to admit, it would be hard to resist the temptation to snog Ginny if they were going to be living in the same house and if Ginny was going to be wearing a beautiful dress during the wedding. He vigorously shook his head and thought that he was only doing this to protect her...or was he something in the back of his mind said. Again he shook his head until thoughts of Ginny escaped him and continued on with the letter.

Ginny got herself into a little temper tantrum. She stormed up the stairs and started mimicking Fleur at the top of her voice, and believe me she can be loud when she wants to be. "No, zat vill clash 'oribbly vith your 'air" she mimicked. "I don't care how it looks, just pick a god damn dress." Then she barged off into her room without another word. She sealed the door with cement so dad had to blast down the door to get her out. It was straight up hilarious the look on Fleur's face as Ginny was screaming. She looked like a frightened little Muggle doll. Afterwards Ginny came down and apologized but Fleur learned her lesson not to mess with a Weasley.

By the way, Harry, what's going on between you and Ginny? She seems awfully quiet and well, she always has this hard look on her face almost determined in a way when the subject of you comes up. Did you guys have a row or something?

I dunno, maybe it's just us but you better not have done anything to hurt my baby sister or else... Anyway, Dad's going to come with Fred and George and me to pick you up tomorrow whether you like it or not.

We can't let you stay in that house with those moronic Muggles just brooding away your life. We don't care how much you want to be alone Harry, we are all in this thing together. We started this together and we are going to end it together no matter what. You have to stop blaming yourself for Dumbledore's death, it wasn't your fault. You can't change what has happend in the past but you can change the future. So you're going to come here to the Burrow and enjoy yourself!

We'll be coming to pick you up at around noon tomorrow, so pack your bags and be ready by then. I think we will be going by port key. Send Pig back with your reply, see you soon.

- Ron and Hermione.

Harry grinned and knew that his friends would cheer him up. Even though he did not really want to talk about Dumbledores death he knew couldn't push his friends away like he did when Sirius died so he replied;

Dear Ron and Hermione,

I can't wait to come to the wedding and get out of this hell. Dont worry I will be ready at noon and awaiting your arrival. The Dursley's probably will start jumping around and singing like the pigs they are when they find out I'm leaving and not coming back! I will answer all your questions when I come over. Cant wait to see you all!

- Harry

Harry rolled up his response and tied it to Pig's outstretched leg. He opened the window so that Pig flew out into the awakening sun.