Chapter 1- The Letter
Knock, knock!... Knock knock!
"I'm coming, I'm coming," mumbled Harry and he got up. He was now in his seventh year in Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was much taller then last year but his jet black hair was still the same. He came to the door and opened it. There was no one there. "Hmm… That is weird," whispered Harry for himself.
Knock, knock!
Harry turned around. It was Pigwagon knocking on the window. Harry opened the window and let it in. In a second Pigwidgeon was in and flying around the room. Harry somehow found a way to catch her and grab the letter. It wasn't really a letter, it was a Parchment.
"Harry, come to the Burrow! HURRY!!!! Ron"
Harry turned the letter. There was nothing else. He got worried. Why is was Ron calling him. It sounded urgent. Harry had no time to lose. He quickly took out his trunk and put everything inside. Hedwig wasn't here, so Harry took the empty cage and his trunk and went downstairs. Uncle Vernon was in the living room reading the paper and aunt Petunia was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Harry entered the living room. He new that this is the last time he is going to see the Dursleys.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving and I won't come back next year or for that matter any other year. Goodbye." With that Harry left the House. The house that kept so many bad memories.
Harry had no idea how to get to the Burrow. So he did the first ting that came in mind. He raised his wand and a huge purple bus appeared from no where.
"Welcome the Knight Bus," Stan said not looking at Harry.
"Hey Stan," interrupted Harry.
"Hello Harry," grinned Stan.
"I see you like the Knight Bus's services."
Harry smiled and climbed up the stairs and looked at the beds, some occupied by witches and wizards. He sat on one bed and with a bang they were off. The uncomfortable feeling that he felt the first time he was on this bus came back. Harry was feeling sick. Just when he thought that he was going to throw up the bus stopped.
"The Burrow, Mate," Stan said with a grin. "Yer here."
"Thanks," Harry said as he left the bus. And there it was. The little house looked welcoming as ever. Harry didn't lose time, he quickly entered the house.