AN: I got this space to fill with B.S. so I will make it quick. This is my first story that I will actually finish writing. It might seem confusing at first but it won't be around the end. I have brought in new characters but not at the begining. It will never be sappy fluffy or mushy. I don't think I can do that and I am not about to try. As always I don't own anybody except Snape. He sold me his soul. I am not making any profit from this.
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*tap tap tap*
'No ... go away ... let me sleep' Harry groaned.
*tap tap tap* *Crash!*
"Holy shit!"Harry jumped out of bed and was knocked into bed by something around the size of a bludger. He looked around at the broken glass all over his floor and Pig flying around his room wild on a stick.
"Shut up and sit down." Harry spat at the owl. And so he did. Harry took of the letter this is as it read:
Hey Harry,
Sorry about the glass but I had to send Pig Errol is getting to old and he wouldn't have made it. We are planning his funeral next week. Set up a temporary fire in your back yard like now! It has already been connected and it will go out after you are done with it. Come on over I am waiting for you.
Ron


'Well, that's kinda freaky. Oh well I guess he is right. Now is the perfect time before Aunt Petunia finds out that Vernon was so shitfaced that he didn't make it up the stairs and that Dudley and his friends got so toasted last night there is no food and his room is trashed.' Harry chuckled to himself. He quickly got dressed. It was painful but worth it. He packed all of his stuff in the trunk and quietly dragged it down stairs and out back. He did as he was told and built a large but not huge fire. He opened up Hedwigs cage and told her to go with Pig to the burrow. Harry opened up his pouch threw some dust into the fire which roared and became green. "The Burrow!" Harry shouted and shoved him and his trunk into the fire. The last thing he heard was Aunt Petunias screams.

'I wonder who she found Vernon or Dudley.'Harry pictured his Aunt going into 'her Dudums' room to find his friends lying in a pile of grotesque human shapes and Harry was hoping, praying Dudley was on bottom. 'Wouldn't want anyone to die now would we? Wouldn't be a terrible loss.' He grinned he was almost there. 'Spinning faster now. Cool this must be what Vernon is going through right about now minus the killer headache and the vomiting and the screaming and the finding out that my sons a pothead.' By the time Harry arrived in the Weaslys kitchen he was laughing but not very hard because of his bruises. Yes, bruises. Vernon got shitfaced just about every night and so Harry had nightly beatings. And so that's what Ron Ginny and Hermione saw was a bruised but laughing boy. "Shit dude! I didn't think it was that bad." Ron whispered. "Mom and Dad don't know your here so you have to lay low." Ginny said. Ron nodded his head towards the stairs. Ron and Hermione grabbed Harry's trunk. So they walked through the kitchen into the living area toward the stairs when Harry noticed the Weasly's clock. "Holy Hell Ginny! 'The fuck happened?" Harry whispered in awe. "Er, it uh, broke." She managed to get out. "No shit Sherlock!" Harry replied dripping with sarcasm. "Keep lookin Watson. And while your at it keep movin people are going to wake up anytime now!" Ron said annoyed. Well, the group eventually made it to Ron's room and the light was shining through the tattered curtains on Ron's window. Hermione and Ginny bid farewell. "See you later Harry." Hermione said. "G'night Harry." Said Ginny. "Get out!" Said Ron