Harry found himself bound in an uneasy sleep after a while, it became one of those nights, the ones which had that bright green light and a woman's screams, he still didn't know why there was green light when cars usually have red or yellow lights, it didn't make any sense to him.

As he was twitching in his sleep, a loud shrill voice woke him up, without a doubt, he knew who was the owner of it, he hurriedly took his clothes whilst squashing spiders and went to the bathroom where he bathed for what felt like a second, got dressed and went to the kitchen where he saw, as he expected, mountains of gifts, big and small, just for Dudley, Harry had stopped caring that he never got one since Dudley's 5th birthday when he had been wacked around the shins for beating Dudley at musical statues.

Aunt Petunia seemed to be in a good mood until her eyes landed on Harry

"I'll only walk you to the station" she said opening her copy of the latest 'sky magazine' and burring her nose into the pages "I hope you know how to travel by train."

"Yes I do Aunt Petunia" Harry said putting more bacon on Dudley's plat

"Go take your bag, we will be leaving" she said picking her purse, and convincing Dudley that she'd be home in 5 minutes

he went back to his cupboard and pulled out his bag that he had prepared that night before, It didn't have much, but Harry thought that if he at least had something to carry with him , it'd be less awkward.

Grabbing his bag and getting out of the door without a word, he saw Aunt Petunia, arms crossed, momentarily looking her watch while tapping her foot on the ground, seeing Harry she went out and Harry followed her.

And in next to no time, they were in front of kings cross station.

"I am going back home, don't get into any trouble, I already paid for your ticket" she said handing him the small ticket to a place Harry never knew existed,

'Ottery St. Catchpole' it read

Immediately after reading the ticket, he heard a familiar voice,

"Harry, Harry! Over here!" He looked around to find who was calling him, and his eyes lay on Hermione, and a young woman who was looking extremely like her except her eyes were lighter than Hermione's and her hair was much less bushy and was wrapped in a bun.

"Hello, Harry dear, my name is Monica Granger, and I am sure you know who this" she said smiled and gesturing towards Hermione

"Mum, our train's stopping!" Hermione said pointing towards the train

Going inside the train Harry and Hermione found a seat next to an old woman knitting colours of yarn in order pink, yellow and blue

Mrs. Granger sat beside a woman in her mid forties and striked up a conversation with her, where she told her that her daughter was training to be a police officer, while Harry and Hermione drifted into a booky conversation.

After 20 minutes of constant chattering, they got of the train to see Ron, and a woman who was, judging by the colour of hair, Ron's mother.

"Harry, Hermione! here!" Ron said waving his hand in the air signaling them to him

Hermione rushed over to hug him and he hugged back, behind them, was Harry with a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Hiya Harry!" Ron said looking at him

"Hullo" he said back

"Oh so you must be Hermione, and you Harry" the woman said looking down at either Harry and Hermione "My name is Molly Weasley, Ron's mum" she said with a hand let out for Mrs. Granger to shake

"Monica Granger" She said shaking the the other's hand

"I will leave now, Hermione don't trouble Mrs. Weasley, okay?" she said to her daughter

"No trouble! Hermione seems like a very well mannered child, and Harry too" Molly said with a hand to her chest

"I think that Ron's much more well behaved than me" Harry added as an undertone

"Well I agree-" she said to the three of them as the next train in which Mrs. Granger sat took off to another station behind them "Ron is the sweetest, whoever would marry him would have a treat" she said winking

"Mum!" Ron said with ears as pink as Mrs. Weasley's maroon hat

Going inside his house Harry notice a few peculiar things, like a clock with spoons as hands and instead of numbers there were thing like home, bank and prison at first he found this very weird, and also while they were in Ron's room there were banging noises from below, he didn't question them, and so it seemed so did Hermione, this was unusual coming from he because she would give iceberg-sized questions whenever she had a doubt, Harry had the idea burried into his mine that asking questions was illegal, at least if he asked them.

Another thing he noticed was the amount of siblings that Ron had. there were 6 and for Harry that was a lot of siblings, the thing that surprised him was that everybody there seemed to like him, they didn't flinch at the mere sight of him, nor did they treat him like dirt.

Either way, by the time he had come back to the Dursley's he had been happy, and then he could has through the locked door of his cupboard, his aunt and uncle vowing to never let him goo there ever again.

as he lay there, with his stomach full, from all the food Mrs. Weasley had given him, a gentle smile spread across his face and he thought to himself,

next year won't be as bad as I'd thought

My motivation is now stranded, I will rewrite this with better writing skills, I do have another idea, not entirely sure if I will write it, but it will be a reading the books

-My JJD party