When Harry, Hermione and Neville lost 150 House Points the previous year, Harry learned about the rumor mill at Hogwarts. When Harry accidently revealed himself to be a parselmouth, Harry learned just how quickly it could work. That weekend of Fred and George's Party to celebrate Harry's sudden engagement to his girlfriend, Harry was shown proof once again on how effective the rumor mill is.

When the teachers and the other three houses realised that most of Gryffindor was missing on Sunday morning at breakfast, people started talking. Some people did hear about the exchange between Professor McGonagall and Hermione where the latter told the former to look at the state of the Tower, and when Gryffindor lost 300 points in one go, it became obvious that Gryffindor just had a massive party.

The reason why didn't become clearer until that afternoon when the House of the Lions finally woke up and showed up around the school. Word moved fast: Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was engaged.

The Daily Prophet quickly learned of the news and already, the newspaper was making wild theories about just who was Harry's fiancé and the most important question: WHY getting married so young? Of course, none of them were even close since nobody expected Harry Potter of dating a muggle and that the main reason why he had proposed now instead of a few years down the line was because she was pregnant. That last theory had run along in the medias but was discarded almost immediately since everyone expected them to marry in a bit more than a year, once both were at least 14: the technically legal age where one could marry.

For the following few weeks until the end of the school year, Harry barely had any time for himself. He was constantly accosted by various people who all asked for more information. Just who had managed to steal Harry Potter's heart? Harry, of course, never said anything and the few who knew never revealed the identity of the future Lady Potter.

Harry had started taking politics lessons with Professor Dumbledore. Having the Chief Warlock of the Wizenmagot as your personal tutor was certainty helpful in learning his position in the British Wizarding Government. Harry learned that he had a voting seat in the Wizenmagot and he learned just what was that governing body, how it acted, how it voted, what were the various procedures, etc. Once learning that Harry could use a proxy to vote for him until he was 25 years old, the youngest age someone could be to claim his seat, Harry asked Arthur Weasley to be the proxy of the Potter seat. Mr. Weasley happily accepted, saying that he would do his best to honour the Potter Family.

Mrs. Weasley was excited to learn about Harry's engagement. Since she knew who Sophia was, she immediately proposed her help to Mrs. Clarke if they needed anything. She accepted and together, with Lily's portrait, the two women and portrait started making plans for the wedding.

While Harry loved Hogwarts, it was with a light heart that he and friends set foot toward one of the carriages that would carry him to the train station at Hogsmeade where the Hogwarts Express was waiting for them. For the first time of his life, Harry was glad to go back to #4 Privet Drive. Of course, Harry was only staying there for a month, after that it was goodbye Dursleys forever! Even then, during that last month, he would spend as much time as possible at #12 instead of #4.

"So, are you ready to go back home?" asked Hermione to Harry while they were sitting in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express with Ron and Ginny.

Harry nodded. "One last summer with the Dursleys and I'm gone. After that, I intend on living either at #12 or The Burrow for the remaining month. Whichever will have me."

"We would have you but we will be in Egypt for most of the summer." said Ginny. Indeed, the Weasleys had recently won the Wizarding Lottery and with the price money, they had decided to visit the Weasley's eldest son William, also known as Bill, in Egypt where he was working for Gringotts. They didn't plan on coming back until the middle of August.

"And when do you plan on getting married?" asked Ron. When are you getting married? That is the question Harry had been asked a hundred times ever since the world learned of his engagement. Harry had not said anything to anyone about the fact that he planned to marry at 13 which, like Professor Dumbledore had told him, was only allowed in special circumstances. He and Sophia hadn't decided yet when exactly they would marry but both knew that they only had a few opportunities if they wanted to do it before their child was born. It was either this summer or during the Christmas Holidays. It was something he planned to talk about to Sophia once they met again.

Sophia, on her part, had left had continued her schooling at the school she attended once she learned that she was pregnant. She only told her best friend Lauren who, just like Harry's friends, had given her support. She had told the school, however, that she wasn't coming back the following year. Harry had wondered if it was possible for other muggles and squibs who were aware of the Wizarding World to attend Hogwarts but he was told by Professor Dumbledore that Sophia was able to come to Hogwarts only because it was a very special and unique occasion. Oh well.

The train ride to London was calm and uneventful. Mostly. Again, some people kept coming to their compartments to ask questions to Harry about his engagement which, again, Harry answered by telling them that they would learn more next school year. Harry just wished that they had learned about locking charms so that they wouldn't be bothered anymore.

Professor Dumbledore had told Harry that he would wait for him at King's Cross as he needed to talk to the Dursleys about Harry's new situation. Harry immediately protested as he didn't want them to learn about the existence of his unborn child and engagement to Sophia but Dumbledore reassured him by telling him that he wasn't planning on telling them that, only that Harry would leave on his birthday and never come back.

"Five minutes until arrival to King's Cross Station, London." announced a voice throughout the train.

"Well, here we are." said Harry who raised on his feet and took his trunk by the handle. "You guys will write to me, right?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Of course we will, what did you think?"

"Just making sure," said Harry. "You wouldn't want to miss any news, would you?" said Harry who saw the sudden interest in the eyes of his female friends when he said his statement.

"Our family is going in France during the summer as well, we probably won't be back until mid-August, just like the Weasleys." said Hermione.

"So, we won't see each other until August?" said Harry, a bit sad. "I'll miss you guys."

"We will miss you too as well." said Hermione hugging him. Once the train finally stopped at Platform 9 ¾, Harry immediately disembarked and then noticed something he hadn't really expected. Really, he should have, considering the bombshell he had accidently released a few weeks ago.

Reporters.

'Damn!' thought Harry. He had planned on talking to the Weasleys a bit before he left since he wouldn't see them until the end of the summer but he realised now that it wouldn't be possible. The reporters would want all of his attention and he didn't want to put the Weasleys harassed by the reporters and journalists. Instead, Harry sought out Professor Dumbledore. He saw him waiting near the exit toward Muggle King's Cross Station and it was clear in his face that he was enjoying the situation.

Harry quickly walked toward the Headmaster, hoping that he wouldn't be noticed but, about half-way through, he heard a shout.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!" Harry groaned. Suddenly, about 10 different reporters all converged in his direction. Harry sent a pleading look toward Professor Dumbledore but the old man was chuckling!

"NO COMMENTS!" shouted Harry while running toward the exit. Professor Dumbledore took pity on him as he quickly approached him and the reporters and told them off in a very Dumbledore-way. The duo then crossed to the muggle side and Harry noticed that the moment Professor Dumbledore crossed the barrier, his clothes changed from his dark red robes to an old business suit from the 1930s. Harry looked around the station and saw that the Dursleys were not present.

"Harry, I told your relatives that I will bring you there. Before we do however, we must get away from the crowd." he said to Harry once he asked Dumbledore.

"How will we go there, Professor? I doubt that we will go by car..."

Dumbledore chuckled. "You would be right. We will Apparate there, hence why we need to get out of the crowd. At that point, Harry and Dumbledore had walked out of the station and were walking on the walkway. They went into the first alleyway they saw, which was also one of King's Cross Apparitions points for witches and wizards which meant that Muggles wouldn't notice any magic done at that location.

"Hold tight." said Dumbledore, presenting his arm to his student. Harry gripped Dumbledore's arm and held as tightly as possible. All of a sudden, Harry felt like he had just been squeezed into a rubber tube. It was extremely uncomfortable. The sensation stopped as quickly as it came and Harry immediately dropped to his knees, panting. When he opened his eyes, Harry saw that he was in #4 Privet Drive's backyard.

"I think I prefer flying, Professor."

"Yes, it can be quite horrible the first time but you quickly get used to it." he answered before he walked toward the back door. Harry realised that the Dursleys probably wouldn't like having visitors arriving from the back instead of the front door. Dumbledore knocked on the door and waited.

"What are you lot doing out there?" asked Vernon Dursley, seeing the two wizards standing in his backyard.

"Good afternoon. You must be Mr. Dursley. As you should know, I did send a letter announcing that I would be coming with young Harry here." said Dumbledore pleasantly.

"Yes, yes come inside, quick!" barked Vernon, probably afraid of the wizards being spotted by the neighbours.

Dumbledore quickly entered, followed by Harry. They ended up in the kitchen. Dumbledore took a look around and said "It has been a long time since I last visited." Looking at the wall, he said "I'm not sure I like the colour white but as they say, everyone has their own style!"

"What are YOU doing here?" asked Petunia to Dumbledore, who had just entered the kitchen as well.

"Ah, this must be Petunia!" said Dumbledore like he was greeting an old friend, arms wide open. Of course, Petunia just looked at him like he was contaminating her home. "I am Albus Dumbledore, we have corresponded before, of course. May we go to the parlour? We have much to discuss."

Vernon grumbled but didn't stop Dumbledore from going to the parlour. The Headmaster was followed by Harry and then the two adults Dursleys. Harry realised that Dudley wasn't present which meant that he was probably somewhere outside bullying children.

"What do you want then?" asked Petunia rudely.

"It is simple, really. I am here to tell you that our arrangement changed. Harry, here, will stay with you until his birthday, by which point he will leave your home for good. I know it is different from what I said in the letter I left with Harry on the First of November 1981 but circumstances have changed."

"So, we are rid of the freak in one month?" asked Vernon.

Immediately, Professor Dumbledore's face grew cold and he withdrew his wand. "I would appreciate if you didn't call us freaks." said Dumbledore, scaring the shit out of the Dursleys. As quickly as it came, his coldness left and Dumbledore was back as the gently grandfather figure he was known as. "Like I did say, Harry will only have to stay here until his birthday. Until then, I don't want to hear about Harry being mistreated like he was last summer. Oh yes, I know how you barely fed him and locked him in his room. If you ignore each other and let Harry be, then there shouldn't be any problems. After all, it is only for one month, it should not be too hard, wouldn't it?" said Dumbledore, waving in wand around, not particularly doing it in any precise movements but enough to scare the Dursleys even more.

"I will take your silence for a yes!" said Dumbledore with a smile when the white-faced Dursleys didn't say anything. He raised up on his feet. "Contact me once you left #4 Privet Drive." said Dumbledore to his student. Harry nodded. "Well, time for me to be off. Until we meet again." he said to the Dursleys who looked at the elderly man like it was the last thing they wanted. "Harry." he said with a good-bye nod of the head before he left by the way he came in: the back door that opened on the backyard. Harry quickly put his trunk in his room and started counting down the days until his birthday. He couldn't wait to leave this place forever.