Intro:
Harry took another look at his 'summer home'. It wasn't what he would call fancy, even though the caretakers tried to make it out to be more then it was. Even with the heat, the lawn was impeccably manicured and the box hedges had edges so sharp you could cut your self. Even the picket fence had received another coat of paint.
Yes, Number 4 Privit dr. was not home by any means, but it was a sanctuary of sorts. Where else, besides Hogwarts, could Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived, be safe from YouKnowWho?
For the first eleven years of his life, and as much as Harry had hated to admit it, this was home. But no longer. For one more month, just until his 17th birthday, would he stay here. Uncle Vernan would be happy.
With a sigh, and a straightening of his shoulders, Harry picked up his trunks handle, and Hedwig's cage and made his way up the drive to the last family he had left.
