Leaving Britain was a very bad thing for Harry. He would be travelling across the Atlantic Ocean tomorrow. What about his friends, school and all those things. Of course there was still the problem of the plane ride. Harry had never been on a plane. What was it like? Maybe he could call Hermione she went on air planes with her parents loads of times. But she wouldn't have time to answer Harry.
"Get up we have to go in 20 minutes!" shouted aunt Petunia through Harry's door at the crack of dawn. "Ok I'm coming", a drowsy tousle-haired figure replied. Harry had the second part of the dream last night. His parents were telling him they would meet him somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean. But how could that be? His parents were dead. Why would they be hiding from him for so long.
And then the thought struck Harry. Voldemort! The answer left him frozen to the spot.
A/N: This was short I know but more will be up very soon. R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1