All the houses on Privet Drive were neatly standing with the usual tidy gardens. Everyone around was in a deep sleep; everyone except Harry Potter. Harry was clinging to every good memory from his previous years at Hogwarts. In his battered old photo album was a picture of him, Hermione, and Ron. He treasured his album, it has moving pictures of his parents and friends.This album was not normal infact it was anything but, Harry though was used to it, because he was different too, He was a wizard. He looked at his watch. It was 4:00. His aunt and uncle were a lot nicer to him this year, due to Aunt Petunia finding out about his Godfather's death, and receiving howlers about treating Harry right. His Aunt and Uncle told Harry that going downstairs didn't matter as long as he didn't leave all the lights on, and didn't take food out of the cupboard. He walked downstairs and turned on the T.V. He turned on the Muggle news channel. On the screen, to Harry's anger and shock, was Bellatrix Lestrange. She had escaped from Azkaban, and had killed 24 muggles on a sea-side resort in Devon. A cold ripple of hatred slid down Harry's spine, because if it wasn't for that murderer, his godfather, Sirius Black, would still be alive; not behind the mysteries of the veil.
The Reporter for the channel said, "it was a bomb explosion set up by Bellatrix Lestrange, a prisoner of a cell unknown." Harry, of course, knew she had killed them with a spell, and that the prison she was in was Azkaban. He watched the rest of the report and turned the T.V. off in sheer anger. He quietly walked back upstairs and took out his History of magic Homework (his Aunt now allowed him to do his homework).
He looked at the essay question, which read: Who was Petual Simik and when did he die? He knew this information because of a book he had, Petual was the only known maker of spell breaking objects and with that, he began writing. By the time he had finished, Vernon, his Uncle, had already got up and was making a drink.
He put away his Hogwarts things and was just about to go downstairs before he heard an ear-breaking bang behind him. It couldn't be someone apparating. The noise was a cracking sound. He looked around, and to his amazement, there sat Luna Lovegood, Hannah Abbott, and a middle-aged man. Harry, who was in shock of having these people here, especially Luna, made him blurt out, "what are you all doing here?"
"Huh…nice to see you too, Harry," Luna said, a bit annoyed of his ignorance.
"Oh no! I'm sorry! I'm just really surprised. So, what are you here for? Have you come to take me away from here?"
"Yes." Luna smiled. "But, the problem is, you'll have to stay at my house for a week because Ron is in Romania, and as you know, I don't live far from him. So after a week you can go there. Do you want to come, then?" She blushed a deep crimson. Harry thought about this for a minute, because Luna hadn't always been exactly normal. But he also remembered if he did, he would leave the Dursleys earlier, and he'd always liked something about her. So…
"Of course I do. I'll just get my things," he said as he grabbed all his Hogwarts things and put them in his trunk. This didn't take long because his lack of things easily fitted in.
"Ok…ready?" Said the older man. Harry nodded, but was stopped in his tracks by having his hand clutched and shaken.
"I'm sorry, Harry, for not introducing myself," the old man burst out. "I'm just a bit ecstatic about meeting you. I'm Henry Lovegood, Luna's father."
"Oh! Nice to meet you, "Harry replied. "Hi Hannah." He nodded at her and she nodded back. As he picked up all his things the older man held out a large and dirty boot.
"Portkey?"
"Yes Harry, it's the only way we can go back. I've magiced a letter downstairs telling your Aunt and Uncle where you are. O.K. everyone. Are we ready? 1,2,3..."
Harry felt his feet lift of the ground as the walls around him were spinning ferociously. This happened for about 6 seconds, until they all hit the ground outside an old Victorian house. It was rather small, but looked very homely.