hey this is my first fanfiction. wasnt really sure whether to put this up here, but i thought what the heck.

Disclaimer: this wold belongs to j.k.r. im just doing this for fun.

Waking up with a start, he looked around his room, trying to decide what had woken him up. Not finding the reason he turn his head back to the window, to see that the sun was slowly making its way into the sky. Looking down at the street below, he saw that there was still a thick fog around. Turning away from the window once again, he eyes scanned the room once more, but not finding anything out of place, he stretched the kinks that were in his neck from sleeping on the windowsill. He jumped down and made his way over to Hedwig, who was sitting in her cage, watching his every move. As he reached to give her a treat, his eyes caught the headlines of the paper sitting next to her.

HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE.

Rolling his eyes at the title, he turned to the next headline.

SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE.

Scanning the picture that covered most of the page, his mind wonder if the new minister would be any better than his predecessor, but not getting his hopes up on that, he turned once ore to his bed, which had his school books scattered on it. Walking towards it his eyes caught another piece of paper, which the headline stated.

Issued by the minister of magic

PROTECTING YOUR HOME AND YOUR FAMILY AGAINST DARK FORCES.

And below It a list of things to do. Not even bothering to pick it up to see the list, he carried on to his bed and sat down. Next to his books sat a letter, which he had read so often since it arrived three days ago. Picking it up one last time to make sure, he read it again.

Dear harry

If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number for, Privet Drive this coming Friday at eleven p.m. to escort you to The Burrow, where you have been invited to spend the remainder of your school holidays.

If you are agreeable, I should be glad of your assistance in a matter of which I hope to attend on the way to The Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you.

Kindly send your answer by return of this owl, hoping to see you this Friday,

I am your most sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

He had sent a reply of 'yes', and all he had been doing since then was waiting for the time to arrive. Which is why he had fallen asleep as the window, he was keeping watch trying to see if he can catch a glimpse of him. He looked around his room and saw all his stuff still lying around his room. He hadn't packed as he thought that it was too good to be true that he would be rescued from his god awful relatives. He had the strangest feeling that something was going to go wrong, so he didn't get his hopes up packing and it not happen.

Harry was brought out of his thought when he noticed the streetlights outside his window went out. Knowing what that meant, he stood from his bed and walked to the window. He noticed a tall figure in a long, billowing cloak walking up the garden path. Turning sharply from the window he took the chaos that was his room. Grabbing everything that he could, he stuffed it all into his trunk, just as he was throwing the last of his school things into it, the doorbell rang.

Downstairs he heard his uncle shout something along the lines of 'who the hell would that be at this time' cursing to himself for not warning the Dursley's that Dumbledore might be coming to collect his. He closed his trunk with a loud bang; he ran out of his room and down the stairs to hear the end of what Dumbledore was saying.

Dumbledore turned his head when Harry crashed at the bottom of the steps, slightly out of breathe. He then turned back to Mr Dursley and saw the unmistakable red in his checks which meant he was not happy.

'Judging by the look on your face he did not tell you. Not to worry, we will just tell everyone that you have warmly invited me into your home' and with that he stepped into the warmth andstraight into the living room, like he owned the place. Vernon seemed to just stare after him before closing the door and following him.

Harry walked into the room to find Dumbledore looking around at his surroundings. Finding the perfect opening he said.

'I'll be right back just going to go and get my trunk and then we can go.' When Dumbledore nodded his head, he ran back up the stairs, and into his room. Taking one last look around the room to make sure he had everything, he locked his trunk, grabbed hold of Hedwig as well. And made his way back down the stairs. As the trunk was too heavy to lift and he couldn't do magic outside of school yet, he let the trunk trail behind him, with a loud bang on every step. Dumbledore was waiting at the bottom. Once he reached the bottom, he turned to his relatives and said.

'All right well see you later.' And with that he left out of the front door, with not even a glance back. He never got to hear what Dumbledore said to them, and to be honest he did really care. Waiting at the end of the driveway, he took one last around the street, before Dumbledore came up behind him and asked if he was ready to go. Nodding his head, and watched as Dumbledore withdraw his wand, and waved it over his trunk and Hedwig, and they disappeared. He then held out his arm.

'Take a hold of my arm Harry.'

Harry lifted his hand at a slow pace, and just as his hand landed on his arm, his world went black, and he felt like he was pushing incredibly hard from all directions, he could not breathe; it felt like iron bands tightening around his chest, his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his ear drums were being pushed further into his skull. When all of a sudden he gulped and took in lung falls of fresh night air. He felt like he had just been forced through a very tight tube. It took him a few second to get his bearings, and once he did he realised that they were no longer standing in Privet Drive.

'So we just Apparated then.' He managed to say after catching his breath. Dumbledore turn to find him bending over clutching his side.

'Yes we did, and you're doing extremely well, people usually vomit after their first time. I see a light on in the kitchen; molly must still be up waiting. We mustn't keep her waiting much longer, she will only worry.' And with that he walked into the house. Harry took a couple of more seconds to compose him-self, before walking into the house.

soo what did you guys think. shall i continue or not. let me know.