Harry dreamed about something that was not wholly unpleasant. He did not dreamed about the usual; Cedric's death, his parents' deaths, Sirius's death, or the cause of so many deaths, Voldemort. Instead, his dream was filled with laughter. He heard a voice he had never heard before. The female voice was saying something, but it faded into and out of audible language.

"Oh, he is so beautiful. Have . . . and James's friend, . . . And . . . why . . . I did, but he never said anything. No, I already . . . my husband. I know you don't, but he is . . ."

He could not see her, but saw what appeared to be a necklace upon her. It was silverish with what appeared to be a very large black pearl in the middle. But then, he heard another voice. A voice that was male and unfamiliar.

"But he is a Death Eater! How could you marry that man!"

Harry woke as the tapping upon the window could not be drowned by the dream. It was a tawny owl with yellowish eyes. Harry quickly grabbed his glasses and opened the window. He had received his letter from Hogwarts which he opened quickly. There was the usual greeting and then there was a separate sheet with a chart listing classes. Harry then began to read another piece of parchment.

It is our pleasure that you are able to choose from any number of classes available at Hogwarts for your sixth year, however, the classes you chose should correspond with the line of work you are considering to enter upon completion of your studies at Hogwarts with successful graduation and adequate marks on the NEWTs examinations. There is a maximum of seven classes per year and a minimum of five. Three classes are required for sixth years to take: Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Students should work on their schedules for some time before enrolling in classes. Some classes require certain marks on the OWLs as a prerequisite to enter a given class. We hope that every student understands what is expected from him or her as a sixth year. We hope your vacations continue to be enjoyable.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry then took a cursory look at the chart when he noticed classes he hadn't heard of before: Muggle Weaponry, Perception of Common Doctrine, Basic Remedies, Contraptions, Antediluvian Tongues, Contemporaneous Vernacular, Brew, Magical Axiom, Liberal Studies, and so many other classes. As Harry gave the tawny owl some water and food, Harry saw another letter that he quickly recognized as Ron's.

Harry,

Hope you're well with the Muggles. Mum said it was fine for you to come for the last weeks of summer so that you can have your birthday in the Burrow. I haven't heard anything new about you-know-who, but the old ones are in contact with Tonks and the others. I haven't been able to hear much about their plans, but I suppose we will find out eventually. Hermione is coming over hear in a week. She has already picked out her classes. I haven't even gotten my letter from Hogwarts yet. Then I was thinking about Quidditch. Who's ganna be captain for Gryffindor? George told me that McGonagall chooses. I guess we'll know when we get to school. I hope you're alright. It was a great lost you had to go through. I would be very depressed if father had died after what happened with the snake. Dad is still not talking with Percy. Percy is a real git. He still is saying that Dumbledore is out of line fighting his own private war against you-know-who. He says that the ministry can handle the situation, sure they can. But you know, people are really scared. Even mother keeps a close eye on the door or when ever we are out. I heard that people are afraid of going along with their lives. I just hope you-know-who doesn't get all the supporters he expects. Everyone heard of what happened to the Death Eaters that were captured by Dumbledore. They were sent to Azkaban, but Dad said it is for certain that they will escape. I hope they don't. I wonder how Malfoy is going to try and get us back at school? Anyway, I do hope you can come with us so that we can visit Fred's and George's shop. They named it Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes after all. I haven't been there, but I've heard from Hermione that it is fantastic.

Hope you're well,

Ron

Harry suddenly felt glad that he was about to start his sixth year at Hogwarts and that he was about to meet up with his best friends, but then he remembered Milvia. An idea crept into his mind. Without thinking, he took a piece of parchment that he began to scribble on.

Ron,

I hope that you're fine. I don't think that uncle Vernon will dislike the idea of not seeing me for the rest of the summer. But I would like to ask you if you could ask your mom if I can take someone with me to the Burrow. I actually met her yesterday. She's going to Hogwarts for the first time, but she is in our year. She seems very nice, but very lonely. She doesn't know much about our world, not even about other wizards. I hope to see Fred's and George's shop. It sounds as if they are doing well. Anyway, I hope we can organize the team soon. I also haven't heard much about you-know-who, but I doubt he will not make a move soon. Please send your mom's answer soon. Hope that we can choose our classes together so at least we have someone to chat with.

See you soon,

Harry

Quickly, Harry tied the letter on the owl's leg and told it to deliver it to Ron at the Burrow. With a sudden cry, it shrieked as it began to fly away in the rising morning. Hedwig suddenly woke with a start.

After Harry got ready, he headed down stairs for breakfast, but before he could, Dudley stopped him. The door was slammed so hard upon Harry that his glasses chattered.

"WHAT THE HELL, DUDLEY!"

Harry put his hands towards his eyes as he tried to collect the pieces of the lenses. Dudley began to snicker as Harry heard his heavy steps headed downstairs. Once Harry had made it to the kitchen, after having a hard time walking blindly around the house, he found a chair where to sit on. Uncle Vernon quickly noticed Harry.

"Boy, that doesn't belong on the table. Why did you break your glasses? If you think I'm going to replace them you must be dreaming."

"I wouldn't break my glasses on purpose uncle Vernon. I know to well you wouldn't replace them." Harry continued to glare at the blurry fragments in front of him.

"Don't take that tone with me, boy. I don't need your nonsense this early in the day." Uncle Vernon was becoming more scarlet as he looked at Harry.

"You don't have to keep me all summer, uncle Vernon. My friend from school has invited me to stay for the rest of the summer with his family." Uncle Vernon didn't say a thing. Instead, he stopped buttering his toast and looked at Harry intently.

"Very well, but I won't drive you anywhere and I don't want any funny business like last time. You have to get yourself out of here normally."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"What do you mean with that, boy?" Uncle Vernon eyed Harry suspiciously.

"Nothing. I just know someone who can get us to my friend's house in no time."

"Please, boy. Who do you know?"

"Oh, well, yesterday I met a delightful person and she has transportation."

Dudley stopped devouring his breakfast. He looked at Harry, but Harry couldn't see him.

"Do you mean Milvia?"

"Yes, Dudley. She is . . ."

"WHAT?" Dudley shouted.

"What, what?" said Harry as he calmly continued to fidget with the frame of his glasses.

"Why is she being so nice to you? You of all people!"

"Because I am nice to her, Anyway, I'm going over there to see if she can fix these."

"Please, boy. Those are unfixable. Anyway, I don't want you to be corrupting people with your nonsense."

"Well, I wouldn't, but she knows more about magic than I do. I bet she can fix these. She has many wizarding books and I bet she can fix these in no time."

Before Harry could hear his uncle's reaction, he bolted from the chair with the handful of glass and left number four.

When he finally found the house on Magnolia, he noticed that the knocker was particularly familiar. It was fashioned after a serpent that he hadn't noticed the day before, but now seemed awfully large and grotesque. He didn't wait for long once he knocked. He could barely make out the face, but he could tell she was smiling at him.

"Good day, Harry."

"Good morning, Milvia. I was hoping that you could help me."

"Oh, yes, of course."