Disclaimer: Once again, Harry Potter is copyrighted by JK Rowling. Nothing belongs to me.

Author's note: It took me a while to figure out how to upload chapters. By the way I hope you're not lost right now…I know the plot is a bit far off, but don't worry I'm getting there. Basically I'm going to try to get to Hogwarts by Chapter four, Chapter three is Diagon Alley and the train ride. New Professor (not a girl, at least not in this part.) Old Friends (Dobby! And of course the usual lot.) And the Order of the Phoenix (Harry's not included! He's only 15 after all!) By the way, me and a few friends decided to check if Platform 9 3/4 really existed so we stupidly ran into a buttress or whatever you call those things. It didn't work. Oh well. I guess we Muggle's just have to stick to the whole numbers. Oh bother!

Chapter Two

Burrow-ing Heights

By the time Harry and the Weasley's had reached the Burrow, it was into the timid hours of the morning. They climbed upstairs and into Ron's room, which was ornate with orange everything, drapes, bedsheets and piles of posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. Next to it was a cot which would be used by Harry, at least until school started. Harry hoisted his trunk next to the wardrobe and sighed.

"Well, Goodnight Harry. I'm tired. Riding in the Metro takes a lot out of you. And I thought riding trolleys under the Gringott's bank was nerve-racking!" Ron said after they had changed into their pajamas (which by the way, did not flatter Ron's red hair.) He began to lie down but caught sight of Harry's expression.

"Ron…I had a dream. That's why it took me so long to get up. I saw Voldemort torturing Wormtail. It was so real, just like the one last summer." The instant these words left his mouth, Ron was up.

"Harry…I mean he can't come back, right…Dumbledore wouldn't let him…should we get Mum?" "No! Ron you can't tell anyone! If I thought it was important, wouldn't I have already sent a letter to Dumbledore?"

"But Harry what-."

"Good night Ron." And with that Harry turned around and fell asleep.

***

Living in the Burrow was never an easy task, however it was the best thing Harry could look forward to over the summer. Ron's brothers Charlie and Bill were off in Romania and Egypt but even with their absence the house was still cluttered. There was Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Percy, Fred and George, and Ron. And now with Harry there were also three owls, many garden gnomes and if you please, a resident houseguest that lived in the pipes.

Ah yes, it was truly a life worth living. But despite the close family ties there was also the occasional dispute and the fact that the Weasley's had little money. The fact that somewhere, there was a pile of gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts that had Harry's name on it, didn't bother them. But the Weasley's were proud and good, and that's why Harry liked them. After all, they had helped him through tough times, held his hand in the good ones. No one was likely to have a better friend then Ron and Harry wagered that Ron felt the same.

At breakfast, Harry, Ron and Ginny were discussing the best way create Quidditch moves. Harry created the Dumble Dodge, a move he figured would help him in this years Quidditch games.

"How do you even know if there are going to be any games, Harry. I mean after last year…"

"Dumbledore probably won't cancel it, I wonder if there's going to be a lot more referee's though."
Harry picked at his English omelet and nearly jumped when he felt a bullet go by. Almost instantly he had whipped out his wand.

"Chill Harry! It's just our new invention." Fred explained as he held up his hands.

"It's called gum drops." George added.

"I think that's a Muggle candy, George." Ginny said examining the small crystalline pellets.

"Not like this."

"You know what? I think these are clever." Ron said picking up one. He popped it into his mouth and chewed on it. A small little bullet popped out his nose and collided with Hedwig's tail approaching feathers, causing the bird to fall into Harry's outstretched arms.

"Oops, sorry bout that." Ron said as Hedwig tried to claw into his fingers.

"It's just my letter, Dumbledore must have sent it here instead."

"And there's mine." Ron paid the messenger owl.

Opening, it read:

For your fifth year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you will require several books on your preparation of your Ordinary Wizarding Levels.

Standard book of Spells Year Five by Miranda Goshawk

Advanced Transfigurations, for beginners by Bailey Smith.

1001 ways to perfect your potion by Abigot Smite

Spells that will charm your enemies, or at least stop them by Milervo Castill

Charms O Levels by Billa Forrest

Premonitions by Alice Falter

Magical Creatures and how to breed them by Thomas Wood

Quidditch through the Ages by JK Rowling

Harry looked over the books and raised an eyebrow. "Quidditch! We have Quidditch classes this year!"

"Yes!" Ron said happily.

"Why are you so thrilled, you don't even take Quidditch!" Ginny said.

"Well…you know with Oliver Wood away…"

"I think you would make a good Keeper Ron." Harry said firmly as Ginny began to protest.

Just then Percy entered the room and sat at the corner seat.

Followed by Mr. Weasley trying desperately to open something in his wallet.

"Molly! How do you open this blasted thing!"

"Arthur you're supposed to pull the button apart not push it!"

Harry laughed. "Hello."

"Hello Harry. How are you?" Mr. Weasley said after he opened the wallet finally.

"Good. How are things in the Ministry?"

Nearly every head turned to Harry.

Even Fred and George, who were beginning to construct a house out of French toast, turned as their creation collapsed. Percy cleared his throat and drank his coffee as if he had heard nothing.

Ron looked tense and looked at his father.

"Oh you know…" He murmured something and sat down. Harry glanced over at Ron and shrugged.

"Tell Father that Mr. Fudge wants me to run an errand for him today. I won't be home until later in the afternoon." Percy said, finishing his coffee.

"What was that about?"

Ron looked at Harry. It was later in the day and Harry and Ron had just finished de-gnoming the garden. They were now lounging in the garden chairs and sipped their lemonade.

"It's a house divided Harry. A total battlefield. Percy thinks Mr. Fudge is right and that we should back off. He doesn't want to hear that You-Know-Who is back. Dad thinks that's absurd. They had a fight over you Harry…said you were causing too much trouble. Percy says 'you'd do anything for fame'."

Harry felt he had been stabbed. Ron noticed and added, "Percy's stupid really. Dad knows that You-Know-Who is back and that Fudge won't do anything to stop him. Did you know that two Muggle-born wizards have already been killed?"

"Really?"

"Yes. By now most everyone believes that You-Know-Who wants to…well Fudge won't let them say that."

"And since he's the Minister of magic, what he says goes." Harry added.

"Percy just wants his job Harry." Ron said and looked away. Suddenly Harry didn't feel he belonged here. Obviously Percy didn't want him here…ambition had driven him to Barty Crouch's level and Harry couldn't believe that Percy would be the same again.

"I got a letter from Hermione today. She said she'd meet us at Diagon Alley in four weeks. The day before our first day of school."

"You made up?"

Ron nodded. "Well Harry of course I did. We are friends…I mean obviously it was her fault. Anyway I also got a letter from the other Tri-Wizards last year, Viktor and Fleur sent me some things for you since they couldn't find the Dursley's home, Dumbledore told us to limit our owls." Ron said explaining how they couldn't talk to him or write to him over the summer.

The rest of the month went by like that. It was pleasant and Harry was sad to see the days go by.

The trio would be united again shortly. Then they would take their farewells and would be off to school. However this year our heroes would experience more deaths, more pain and of course, Voldemort along the way.

The road to Hogwart's would be a longer one this year.