A/N Here is the second part longer then the first. Still looking for someone to co author with.
Disclaimer: I dont own these characters miss Rowling does.

Part 2
"H-A-R-R-Y," Mrs. Dursley yelled at the top of her lungs.
She turns from her frying pan to look over at Mr. Dursley while he reads the paper.
"Will you believe the nerve of that boy," Petunia complained. "We give him a home and he doesn't even bother to get up and do his chores."
Uncle Vernon didn't even look up from his paper but answered, "Now, Now Petunia, we'll just get him to go to one of his friends houses as soon as possible and we won't have to worry about him for a another year." Vernon seemed quite thrilled with his last thought.

*****
As soon as Harry heard his "Aunts" scream he popped out of bed. "Oh why, oh why did I let myself sleep in again," Harry muttered to himself, "I wouldn't have been up so late anyways if my scar didn't keep hurting last night anyway." Just then Harry remembered what it meant when his scar hurts and was suddenly quiet. He knew Voldermort was on the prowl again.
Harry quickly changed into some old muggle clothing and bounded down the stairs. Now that Harry had grown a bit he was even faster then before and was in the kitchen quick as a wink.
*****
Harry was arrived in the kitchen just in time to hear Mr. Dursleys last comment and suddenly felt his heart leap with joy. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad summer after all. He made sure he would remember to ask Ron when Hedwig came back. Maybe Ron had already written to him. Harries bubble burst when Uncle Vernon asked him, "Boy what are you doing looking so stupid in the doorway? Do your chores."
"Yes Mr. Dursley," Harry replied. He then set to work on his chores. Taking over the job of cooking the bacon from Mrs. Dursley (Dudley looked so much like a hipo these days the Dursleys had decided the diet wouldn't work). Harry then continued to mop and vacuum the entire house before he got to sit down for breakfest. Dudley had already ate all the bacon so Harry just got toast. Harry looked at Dudley who was sitting across the table from him. He noticed Dudley had a rather large badge pinned onto his shirt.
"Whats with the badge?" Harry asked.
Uncle Vernon puffed his chest out. "For your information Dudley has been made exemplary student," Uncle Vernon answered then shot out, "I don't see you getting awards." Dudley sniggered a lot at this but. Harry just sat there but thought to himself, either Vernon made a rather large donation to Smeltings or that badge is award for weight. Harry smiled at his thought.
*****
Later that day Harry sat in his room contemplating his history of magic report thesis. Explain the motives of the goblins in the 1892 Goblin Revolt. Harry just could think of the goblins motives. He began to look in a new book Goblin Revolts of the 1800's. He hoped he would find the information he needed in this book. After 5 minutes of searching Harry heard a small tap tap tap. He looked around and saw Hedwig outside his window. Suddenly he got exited maybe Ron would ask him to come to "the burrow" for the summer. He could only hope. He opened the window and let Hedwig in. She flew over to her water and took a nice long gulp before coming over to Harry and sticking out her leg. Harry took the letter off of Hedwigs leg. It read
Dear Harry,
How is your summer going. Hope the Dursleys
aren't being to mean. Fred and George are even
busier then usual over here making new wizard
jokes. They told me to say thanks again for the
money. Percy is doing quite good at the ministry.
Well anyway here's the exciting news. Hermione
has invited me and you to stay at her house until
school starts. She just got back from visiting Viky.
Well hope you can come I know I can.
See you Soon
Sincerely,
Ron
"Yes," Harry couldn't keep himself from shouting. No more Dursleys for another year. Yes. He was halfway done packing when he remembered he had to ask Vernon. Harry bounded down the stairs and saw Uncle Vernon looking very grim. Harry swallowed.

A/N A lot longer then the first part please give me ideas.