Oh yes the all knowing Disclaimer....I do not own Harry Potter...I wish I did but alas it's not me.......all characters except new ones belong to J.K. Rowling



It was July 31st, today I am 15 years old thought Harry Potter and I'm stuck at the Dursley's. Harry Potter was not like other teenagers; he was a wizard, a famous wizard. When Harry was a year old a famous wizard, Voldermort, killed his parents. This was not why Harry was famous, Voldermort tried to kill Harry using the same curse but to no avail, Harry survived. Not only that but Voldermort had been stripped of his powers and left without a body. And Harry was famous as the boy who lived.

"Another birthday by myself, god this really sucks." Harry said to the ceiling. He kept staring willing himself to get out of bed.

"Boy get down here this instant!" A loud yell drifted up the stairs. That was Harry's Uncle Vernon. Harry lived with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley. They hated him, even before he had started at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry reluctantly got up and put on a pair of Dudley's old sweat pants and a tee shirt, and headed downstairs.

When Harry entered the kitchen he saw that Aunt Petunia had fainted on to the floor and Uncle Vernon was sitting in his chair with an ugly, screwed up look on his very red face.

"What did you want Uncle?" Harry asked. Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to say something nasty to his hated nephew but thought better of it.

"Your Godfather has written to your Aunt and I stating that we are to allow you to leave here and go to somewhere called The Burrow for the rest of the summer and if we do not he will come and turn us into frogs." Vernon stated this very calmly. Harry stared incredulously at his Uncle like he did not believe what he had just said.

"Well am I going or not?" Harry asked. Uncle Vernon exploded.

"Well it's not like was have any choice in the matter, now I want you upstairs and I do not want to see you the rest of the day." Harry entered his room with a huge smile on his face not believing his luck. He stopped a minute, wait how am I going to get to Ron's house. Just then he noticed his owl Hedwig sitting on his bed. She had a letter for him; Harry opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

Hey Happy Birthday Harry. I think you already got your birthday present form me. It took me long enough to convince Dumbledore to allow you to go to The Burrow, but I finally did. You are to take the Knight Bus today at 12:00pm and go to Stoatshead Hill and Mr. Weasley will meet you there.

Love Sirius

P.S, You will get a real present later.

Harry couldn't believe his luck; he wouldn't have to spend his birthday at the Dursley's. He spent the next few hours packing his trunk to go to Ron's. He went and let Hedwig fly away telling her that he would be at Ron's. At 11:45am Harry carried his trunk downstairs. The Dursleys were all camped in the living room looking at the wall where last year the Weasley had tried to come through the fireplace but had ended up by destroying the wall in order to get through.

"Well I'm going now." He said to his only family. " I guess I will see you next summer." Uncle Vernon grunted and Harry left the house. At precisely 12:00pm Harry waved his wand and out by the road with a POP! Pulled the Knight bus. Two wizards got out of the bus and looked at Harry.

"Hey Stan look it's Harry Potter!" Ernie said excitedly.

"Hey Harry where would you like to go today?" asked Stan Shunpike the director of the Knight bus asked as they all climbed aboard.

"Stoatshead Hill please Stan."

"Are you sure Harry, I think that is a muggle village?"

"I know my friend Ron lives on the outskirts I am meeting him there."

"O.K. that will be 6 sickles and 4 kunts." Ernie told Harry. Harry paid Ernie and sat down on the bed right behind Stan.

"So how you been, Harry?" Stan asked.

"O.K. but better now that I have gotten away from my family." Harry drifted off to sleep and had nightmares of the dead coming back to life and Cedric's ghost blaming him for Cedric's death. After what seemed like hours to Harry he was being shook by Ernie.

"Sorry Harry but you were having a nightmare and moaning in your sleep and we are only a few minutes from your stop so I thought I would wake you up." Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes, before he realized he was missing his glasses.

"Hey where are my glasses?" he asked. Ernie looked at him and reached into his pocket and withdrew Harry's glasses.

"Sorry Harry but they had fallen on the floor why you were sleeping and I picked them up so they would not get lost or broken. He handed them to Harry would took them thankfully.

"Thanks Ernie, and thanks for waking me up."

When Harry exited The Knight Bus he saw Ron's father, Mr.Weasley, and a big black dog that he recognized as the Animagus form that his godfather takes.

"Hey Harry, how was your trip, no problems I hope?" Arthur Weasley smiled at Harry.

"No, no problems. Mr Weasley, um Mr. Weasley is that Snuffles?" He asked hesitantly. The dog was barking and jumping exictedly all over Harry.

"If you mean Harry that this dog here is your godfather......then yes, you are right."

"But how......why......how?" Harry asked looking utterly confused. Mr Weasley had turned to enchant Harry's trunk so it could float behind them as they walked to The Burrow.

"Harry would you mind if we waited until we got to The Burrow to answer any questions?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Sure no problem." Harry and Mr. Weasley continued through the town until they reached the three-story building that was The Burrow.