Harry woke up Sunday morning in a start. The pain in his forehead was unbearable. A scar given to him by Lord Voldemort when he was barely born, pained him often. His hands clasped his scar tightely as he winced in pain. This was not good. It meant that the dark lord was near. As the pain in his forehead lessend he made his way down to the kitchen for a glass of water. The water relieved his tense throat as he downed it quickly. Running up the stairs, he skipped the fourth one. It creaked. Climbing back in bed, he made a mental note to write to Sirius and tell him about the scar insident in the morning. He dozed off into a restless sleep.

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When he woke the next morning, Hedwig, his owl was pecking at his window. Grabbing his glasses he stumbled across his room and opened the window. Screeching, she dropped a yellow piece of parchment on his head and fluttered away, irritated. Frowning out the window at her, Harry, opened the envelope and Read in a farmiliar scrawl:

Harry,

We will come and get you tomorrow so you can spend a week with us before going to Diagon alley. Hermione has been to Italy and will be here. See ya later.

1 Ron

Smiling inwardly Harry ran down stairs for a cold breakfast consisting of mush.

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The next day Harry woke up and glanced lazily into the mirror after having a shower. Shocked at his appearance he leaned forward. He had somehow managed to build up chest, leg and arm muscles over the summer. It must have been the triwizard tournament. He seemed taller too. Frowning he looked at his face. It had grown broader and was framed with a scrawny excuse of a beard in Harry's opinion.

Frowning, he grabbed a parchment and quill and tore the parchment it half. On one side he wrote:

Sirius, I woke up last night and my scar hurt. Do you think you-know-who is near.

1.1 Answer me at The Burrow. Im going there to see Ron.. Bye

Harry

And on the other he wrote:

Ron, see you later.

Harry

Gathering up his stuff he piled it into his trunk and set it by the front door. Trotting to the kitchen table, he started cleaning up the kitchen, under the watchful eyes of Mrs.Dursley.

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At around noon, Hedwig returned, and Harry clasped the lock to her cage shut as the doorbell rang. Harry rushed to the front door, while the Dursleys rushed to the back. Harry wondered how all three of them could fit in the same room, Vernon and Dudley were Immense. Shaking the hilarious picture from his mind he opened the door. He looked at Mr.Weasley, who was string intently at the doorbell and pushing it non stop. Harry burst out laughing. Smiling, he handed Hedwig's cage to Mr.Weasley and grabbed his trunk. Throwing his trunk and a noisy Hedwig into the back, He crwaled into the back seat beside George. Mr and Mrs Weasley were in the front. Ginny was between them. In the back, Ron, Harry, Fred and George were crammed up tightly. Gasping for air, Harry laughed as Rons tongue grew several inches before he turned it normal again. Ton-Tongue toffees. He remembered them.

The ride to the burrow was a friendly one. Jokes were told and Laugher filled the air. When they arrived, Mrs.Weasley stormed out of the house and Grabbed Fred and Goerge by the collar of their shirts and dragged them into the house. Grabbing his stuff, Harry ran after them. This would be hilarious. Mrs Weasley stopped halfway to the house turned around and said, rather distractedly " Hello Harry" before turning on her heel and marching to the house, Fred and George following. Ron and Harry ran up the stair case, they glanced into the twins room. The floor was strewn with creations and Jokes. Mrs. Weasleys sharp voice could be heard from Ron's room " I thought I told you Never to make any more of those".

Entering Ron's room was like stepping into the sun. Before He could do any thing, he was swept up into a huge hug. Blushing Harry looked at Hermione. She was beautiful. She was wering dark blue sarongthat fell to the middle of her thighs. Her shirt was white, it had no sleeves and went down and tied up right above her belly button. He caught sight of a silver ring in her belly button. Looking at her hair. It was no long bushy, but short, and sleek. She had a few whisps of hair in her eyes. And her hair has straight down to her chin. She looked great, and tanned. He stared open mouthed at her, until she blushed and turned away. Ron didn't look that happy. Harry frowned. The sat on the floor talking about things. Hermione's trip to Italy, Sirius and then the played exploding snap until dinner time.