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Chapter 1: Goodbye to the Dursleys
"Harry! Wash Dudley's uniform! Now!"
Aunt Petunia flung Dudley's sweaty and grimy wrestling gear at Harry, who was already preoccupied with scrubbing the toilet bowl with his one and only toothbrush. Even though he would only be staying with the Dursleys for a month before he set off for the Burrow, they made sure to pile as much dirty work upon him as possible. When Harry was at school, Aunt Petunia was the only one to do the cleaning, but once he came home for the summer holiday, Harry was stuck with doing the more disgusting housework.
Even though Harry hated the Dursleys, he was, for the first time, happy to return to their frighteningly clean home on Privet Drive this year. After the horrible ordeal at the end of his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he could not bear to spend any more time at the place where the greatest wizard of all time, Albus Dumbledore, was murdered right before Harry's frozen eyes. Nightmares of this terrible suffering plagued Harry every night, and he couldn't remember the last time he had a proper night of sleep.
On the morning of July 31st, Harry awoke no differently than was usual for the past month and a half: with visions of his greasy ex-professor aiming his wand, a flash of green light, and his great headmaster lying limp and lifeless on the grass outside of Hogwarts castle. Well, at least his scar wasn't hurting.
Knock, knock, knock!
Harry's bedroom door slammed open, and the near fattest man in the world came barging in.
"Out! Get out! Your aunt informed me that in your world, you are of age! Not get out of my house!" Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the collar and dragged him towards the door.
"Wait! At least let me pack my stuff!" Uncle Vernon released his grip.
"Well, hurry up then! You've well outlasted your welcome-" Harry snorted. Welcome, yeah right. "-and I want you out in five minutes!" The large man waddled out of the room and slammed the door shut, leaving Harry to pack up his few possessions. Luckily for Harry, he had been expecting this expulsion, and he owled Ron a week ago asking if he could floo to the Burrow from the Dursleys. The Weasleys agreed that since Harry didn't have his apparition license yet, this would be the safest way to travel, and so they conceded.
Harry dragged his trunk down the stairs, while making sure to plant a few of the Weasley twins' Ton Tongue Toffees around the house as a sweet surprise for Dudley. Once he reached the foot of the stairs, he met Uncle Vernon holding the front door open for him, making beckoning motions to him out the door. However, Harry ignored him and walked into the fireplace.
"What the bloody hell are you doing? Get out of the fireplace, boy!" Uncle Vernon advanced towards him. Harry just reached into his pocket to grab the small sack of floo powder Ron had sent him earlier.
"The Burrow!" Harry yelled, while throwing the magical dust into the air. The whole world spun out of control, and before he knew it, he was staring into the faces of several red-heads and one very bushy-haired girl.