Harry Potter doesn't very much enjoy going back to the Dursleys for the end of term.

You see, Harry doesn't enjoy the Dursleys' company, and the Dursleys don't enjoy his company, either.

Harry isn't the type to have mixed feelings over the subject of coming—he wanted to avoid the word home at all costs, but it deemed necessary—home for the summer. He isn't like Hermione, who will miss her friends dearly but misses her parents even more so; he definitely isn't like Ron, who already has family at Hogwarts and can go home with a clear head—Harry couldn't do that.

To Harry, Hogwarts was his family. He had no one left, and he certainly wasn't about to call the Dursleys his family. Dumbledore and the teachers were like their parents, who taught them and looked after them all day. The students were like his siblings, ones who bicker and laugh and smile and learn together.

To make a long story short, Harry Potter loved Hogwarts very, very much.

Each year at the end of school and just the beginning of summer, Harry absolutely dreads coming back to Privet Drive. Though he would like to make the most memories he could with his time left at Hogwarts, he finds it hard—all he can think about is a long, dreary summer alone. So the months go by. The dread starts around mid February—just when he's aware he must go back, but doesn't think about it too much. Then April comes, and Harry is starting to slightly worry. By the end of May, he's frantic. June comes around. The days get shorter and shorter, and so does his time at Hogwarts. The heat becomes excruciating, but the three friends still find time to pay good old Hagrid a visit.

And finally, mid way into the month of June. Finals are coming up, and the teachers are just beginning to start reviewing. Harry begins to think that, well, with all this work he'd be happy to go back to the Dursleys. The feeling lingers for about a second, unsure of itself, then disappears in a flash. His face grows hot and he gets heat pricks. He thinks of Uncle Vernon's purple, rounded face when he's been in a row with his nephew and of Aunt Petunia's pursed lips when she's dangerously mad but she doesn't know quite yet what to do with the feeling. He's finished about thinking of ever wanting to go home, and he tries to never do it again. It's a very easy thing to do.

So, you see, Harry Potter has just one thought at the end of each school year, as he's readying himself to hop off the train and live with his Muggle relatives:

Perhaps Hogwarts School will miss him for the summer, and not just the other way around.

Please, review. Tell me what you think. It makes me extremely happy to an enormous extent.

Wicked : ]

P.S.: Any constructive criticism?