DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry potter,if i did H/hr would've gotten together and Ron wouldn't be such a big,selfish,possesive little prat about it
It was 12:00 in the morning. The date? July 31 The Chosen-One had just turned 16 years old, one more year and he could finally do magic outside of school. He felt jealous because his two best friends would be doing magic outside school in days time.
His Two best friends were Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jane Granger. Hermione being the oldest.
He couldn't wait to meet Ron and Hermione at The Burrow, they had been his bestest friends since Halloween first year.
"I wonder what they are doing right now." Harry thought. "Probably having a bunch of fun, while I'm stuck here at The Dursleys, being treated as if I'm an disgusting animal." a harsh part of Harry's mind snapped.
Whoa, where did that thought come from? Shaking it off, Harry got his Hogwarts trunk ready, thinking about the 6th year apparition lessons that Ron and Hermione were going to take. He felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Man Potter." Harry thought "You've been really jealous since Ron and Hermione got prefect last year." However in 5th year he had other things on his mind to be too jealous about their prefects badges, like his crush on Cho Chang that was just kind of out there in the blue, Voldemort constantly invading his vision, Sirius on the run all about the country.
Harry wished he knew what time he was to arrive to The Burrow when he heard a knock on the door. He almost forgot that Dumbledore came to pick him up from The Dursleys.
"Hello, Is Harry awake?" said a pleasant voice that Harry knew to be the old man's
Silence.
Vernon didn't answer. "How odd," Harry thought "Maybe I should see what's going on."
As soon as Harry climbed down the stairs he heard Vernon finally spoke, "Who are you and what the blazes do you think your doing, coming this late at night?"
"I am Albus Dumbledore" Dumbledore said, Cheerily. "You can just call me Dumbledore"
"Well go on, What purpose do you have here?" Vernon said, anger rising in his voice.
"I told you, I'm here to pick up Harry." Dumbledore repeated, once again in that pleasant tone as if there wasn't a worry in the world.
"Ah, Harry, my boy there you are!" Dumbledore exclaimed, and let himself inside "May I ?" Vernon said nothing and Dumbledore came in and sat down, Vernon retreated to the love seat and sat down with Petunia and Dudley.
"So, Harry" Dumbledore started, motioning for Harry to join him on the couch, Harry went over and sat down by Dumbledore.
"Have a good summer I hope?" Dumbledore finished.
"Uh, yea I suppose so." Harry said awkwardly.
"Have your trunk ready?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes sir, it's all up stairs." Harry answered.
"Good, then I'm quite sure we are ready unless there is something your forgetting." Dumbledore said
"No I got it all upstairs sir, everything I need." Harry replied.
"Very good Harry." Dumbledore said, "So are you ready then?"
"Yes sir." Harry replied.
A few minutes later Harry and Dumbledore apparated to The Burrow only Harry appeared and he landed in a deep pond. He looked around to find the Burrow and looked in one of the windows and saw Hermione doing what she did best, reading. He smiled to himself and walked up the path to the Burrow.
Hermione walked out of the room and descended the long staircase to go look for one of her books when she stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing Harry's trunk and Hedwig.
"Molly?" said Hermione
"Yes Hermione, dear?" replied Molly Weasley.
"When did Harry get here?"
"Harry, Harry who?"
"Well, Harry James Potter of course." Hermione answered.
"I think I would know if Harry Potter was in my house wouldn't I?"
"But his trunk is here, and Hedwig."
"I highly doubt that dear."
Ron popped his head out of his room. "Did someone say Harry?"
"Me, nosy is he up there with you?" Hermione said.
"I think I'd know if my best friend was in my room." Ron retorted. "Where is he anyway?"
"I don't know, apparently he's wandering about the house." Hermione said.
"Really?" Ron asked.
"Really." came a voice from behind Hermione.