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Rated R for language and possible sexual stuffs.

A/N: Okay, this contains Harry/Draco slash, and this is the first and last time I'm going to warn you. If you don't like it, tough. If you do, then have fun. And review.

"EEEAAARGH!"

Harry heard the high-pitched scream from upstairs in his room. Was that Aunt Petunia? He jumped off his bed, stumbled to the door, and dashed downstairs, not registering the fact that Aunt Petunia had left the house an hour before.

Once downstairs, he heard another earsplitting scream come from the living room. He cautiously made his way over to the doorway and poked his head in, not wanting to be seen if Aunt Petunia had found a mouse or something.

Instead of a shrieking Aunt Petunia, he saw Uncle Vernon on the floor, with Lupin and Tonks standing over him, trying to get him to his feet. Harry saw what had happened at once: Lupin and Tonks had arrived to take him to the Burrow or possibly Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and had scared Uncle Vernon when they suddenly popped out of nowhere. It apparently had been Uncle Vernon who had screamed. Noticing this, Harry snorted.

The sound caused Lupin to look up, and he gave Harry a weak smile. Harry's stomach wriggled as he realized all of Lupin's best friends were dead. And Wormtail, who was worse than dead, having betrayed them all. Harry returned the smile, but it was genuine.

Harry had actually come to terms with Sirius's death during this summer. The Dursleys, who had (to Harry's disbelief) realized that Harry was incredibly depressed, had treated him civilly. Especially Aunt Petunia, who alone realized the full implications of Voldemort's return. And since she knew they were safe from Voldemort here, all her animosity toward her nephew had vanished. She had finally treated him like a part of the family, and even Uncle Vernon and Dudley hadn't been horrible, which was probably Aunt Petunia's doing as well. For that, he was extremely grateful.

Harry now knew that Sirius's or Cedric's death wasn't his fault at all. It was Voldemort. It all went back to that pale, pathetic snake of a man. His insides went into that familiar smoldering rage, where he'd grit his teeth and think about all the things he'd like to make Voldemort do with the Unforgivable Curses…

"Harry?"

Harry snapped out of his anger-induced trance. "Yeah?"

"Perhaps you could help us with your traumatized uncle?"

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Okay. Only because he's been nice to me." He smirked at Uncle Vernon, who regained enough composure to turn purple. Then red. Then scarlet. Then baboon's ass red. Then green from the mere thought of a baboon's ass.

Tonks laughed. "Look, it's the Amazing Color-Changing Muggle!" Lupin smiled, and went upstairs to get Harry's trunk and other supplies.

Tonks and Harry managed to get Uncle Vernon into the big armchair and got him calmed down enough to explain that Harry was indeed leaving a little early this summer. Needless to say, Uncle Vernon brightened up considerably. Then he remembered Harry would be back next summer. So he turned white.

Tonks screamed in delight. "He's doing it again!"

Several days later, Harry passed through the barrier of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. The remaining days of the summer had been enjoyable as always. To Harry's delight, he had discovered that Ron and Hermione had finally confessed their feelings to each other. They were practically a couple, but they had decided to hold off on any…further action until they were definitely sure. And besides, Harry thought, nobody likes hetero action anyway.

The three had decided that Harry's romantic life should be paid attention to, as it was agreed that he needed someone in this time of need.

Hermione and Ron knew this might be slightly difficult due to one fact that might make this year more interesting.

Harry Potter was gay.

A/N 2: Okay, I know this one was short and long winded at the same time, but I wanted to get all that angst stuff out of the way, because I'm not good at writing it. Sorry about that. But please, please, PLEASE tell me what you think. Review!

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