A/N All this is J.K.'s!

Harry was lying on his bed at number 4 Privet Drive as he had been doing all summer thinking about things. Most of these things had to do with Sirius's death. He just couldn't seem to wrap his mind around the fact that Sirius was gone. Sirius had been the closest thing Harry had ever had to a father and it was Harry's fault he was dead, just as it was his fault his parents were dead. He couldn't help but wonder how different things would have been if he hadn't been so naïve. What if he had ignored the vision? What if he had used the two-way mirrors? What if he had just used his common sense and ignored that wretched little house-elf? Why didn't he use the mirror? Why couldn't he have learned occlumency? How could he have just run off without making sure Sirius was in danger? Harry could hardly bear to think of having to go back to Grimmauld Place. He hoped desperately that Dumbledore wouldn't make him go there. Maybe, just maybe, he would be taken straight back to Hogwarts, or allowed to go to the Burrow. It didn't really matter where he went as long as Ron, Hermoine, and Ginny were there and it wasn't Grimmauld Place.

Harry rolled off of his bed as Aunt Petunia shoved a turkey sandwich through the cat flap on his bedroom door. He rarely ate anymore and he had lost a lot of weight because of it, but today he actually felt hungry for the first time since Sirius's death. The first few bites were really good, but when he was about halfway through, a sudden wave of intense nausea overtook him and he had to battle himself to keep the food down. He slowly pulled himself up and took the rest of the sandwich over to Hedwig's cage. He assumed that she was out hunting, but maybe she would be hungry when she got back anyway. Harry lay back down.

His thoughts turned to the youngest of the Weasleys, the only girl in the bunch. He had been quite taken with her ever since the Department of Mysteries incident. He still felt bad about her ankle, but he could remember clearly the way her wildfire red hair hung over her face as she tried to walk, even with a swollen ankle. She was the single most gorgeous, brave, lively person he had ever met. Her hair was the color of wildfire in the sun; her eyes were like hazelnuts, her lips…

"HARRY POTTER" Harry was snapped out of his daydream by the sound of Uncle Vernon calling up the stairs. "Get down here boy, you have…you have...just get down here!

Almost as though it were the most natural reaction in the world Harry grabbed his wand and slowly made his way down the stairs. If Voldemort couldn't reach him here, his Death Eaters couldn't either, could they? Standing in the doorway was a group of rather strange looking people. At first glance they looked like they could have belonged to a rock group or circus. But upon further inspection, Harry saw that it was the people he was most looking forward to, and most dreading seeing again. Mad-Eye Moody, Ron Weasley, Ginny, and Tonks, who was sporting waist length blue hair and a silver mini skirt with a black top were all in the entry hall to number 4 Privet Drive while Petunia stood between them and the living room, where Dudley was tying in vain to conceal himself behind the television. Harry knew that the Dursleys had only let the in because they were afraid of what the neighbors would say if they saw this little group outside their door. Harry's eyes swept over the group and settled on Ginny. He tried to suppress his grin, but failed miserably when Ginny grinned at him.

"Hey guys, what have you been up to?" Harry asked, still not taking his eyes off of Ginny. Ron seemed to notice this and gave Harry a warning look as his face turned red.

"Get your stuff Harry." Tonks said, "We're leaving."

Panic swept over him. Had something gone wrong, was somebody injured? "What happened? " Harry asked in a hushed and panicked voice.

"Oh, we've got a wedding to go to mate!" Ron stated in a mock-enthusiastic voice.

Harry was relieved and genuinely happy for the first time in many weeks, it was a good feeling. He was leaving the Dursley's early and spending the rest of his summer where he belonged, in his world.

"Who's wedding?" he asked, actually interested.

" Bill and Fleur are getting married in Romania." Ginny told him, "They really wanted you to be there, Bill likes you a lot and Fleur thinks you are the greatest man alive."

Harry was shocked, they wanted him there? "Wow," he thought, " They actually want me to be there! Wow! "

" Yeah, we'll be taking a port key from Figg's house." threw in Moody, "Between here and there you better be watching your front, back and all sides. Constant vigilance!" He growled.

" I'll help you pack." Ginny offered as she raced up the stairs, "Come on!"

Harry couldn't help but smile as he raced up the clean, carpeted stairs after her. This was going to be one heck of a summer.

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