Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix
Harry stared out the poky little window in the Hawthorn McDonalds, when there was a lull in business. He thought about his teachers, his bed at Hogwarts, his school, and most of all, his friends.
This had all started when Snape had snapped and ordered him expelled from Hogwarts. Dumbledore had compromised and sent him off on exchange to a Muggle school in Australia. Now here he was, in Melbourne, Victoria, surrounded by loonies and idiots that had been affected by the heat from barbies and other hot objects. In fact, this "Maccas" was way too hot, and the oil floating around in the air here was enough to give anyone pimples.
A voice broke into his thoughts. "Harry Potter, we want you to come back to Hogwarts. NOW!" it was Fawkes the Phoenix.
"Do you want fries with that?" Harry absently said. Then he looked at the person, if you could call it that, standing at the counter.
"Arrgh! Fawkes! you scared me." Harry said, then realised what the Phoenix had said. "You want me to come home?" he said, shocked. "My shift finishes in ten minutes. I'll quit, go home and pack my bags and then get on the first plane back to England."
Hagrid appeared from the crowd walking past on the street. "No need. We've got a Portkey or two around here somewhere." he dug around in his pockets, looking for it.
"ah. Got it." he pulled out something that looked like a rumpled chip packet.
"Let's go, Harry."
"Yep." Harry said as he touched the Portkey. He felt the tug at the back of his navel.
They appeared inside the grounds at Hogwarts, Harry's luggage not so miraculously packed right next to him. Hermione and Ron burst through the front doors. "Harry, we've missed you so much!" Hermione squealed as she gave him a hug, then went to hang off Ron's arm.
"I missed you too." Harry said, before returning to his normal school life at Hogwarts.
A/N: Sort, stupid and very very unlike me. All the fanfic I've been reading must be getting to my head. Please R/R anyway, even if it is just to tell me it sucked.