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Harry Potter
And
The Animagi
1.1.1 The Invite
Harry awoke in a cold sweat. Memories from the end of the previous school year had flashed though his mind as he had slept, Cedric's eyes, gray and cold. He glanced over at his bedside table, towards his clock. The glowing numbers told him that it was 1:15 in the morning. He tried to remember what day it was. When he realized what day it was he thought to himself 'Not the best way to start a birthday.' Harry Potter was no ordinary boy. He didn't look forward to his birthdays, although he admittedly looked forward to them more so than he had five years ago. He was also a wizard. For most people that would be enough difference, but being different was something that Harry was very good at. Harry Potter was also very different for a wizard. He was the only one known to have survived the Avada Kedavra curse, the curse of death, attempted by Lord Voldermort.
Lord Voldermort was the most powerful Dark wizard in centuries. Anyone who he had wanted to die died, except Harry. The spell had rebounded and Voldermort was forced to flee, less than a spirit. He had seen Voldermort rise again only last year, with help of one of his old servants, Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew. Wormtail, Harry thought in disgustedly. Not only had the foul Wormtail helped a terrible Dark wizard but he had also had betrayed Harry parents and had handed them over to Voldermort, Harry's mother died trying to save him. Wormtail had made him an orphan, then forced Sirius Black, his godfather into hiding, by faking his death and framing his him.
Only himself, his two best friends from Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione, and Dumbledore, the headmaster at his school had known of Sirius innocence, but inlight of the Voldermort's rebirth at the end of last year the list had expanded to include Ron's mother and the hated Potions professor, Snape.
Lord Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory, Harry had watched, in horror, as the green light had race towards Cedric, but he could have done nothing to stop it. Then Wormtail concocted a potion that gave Voldemort his body back. After he summoned his followers that had stayed out of the wizard's prison, Azkaban, he forced Harry to duel with him. But a rare effect happened when Harry's wand met its brother, Voldemort's wand, since they shared the same core. The memories of the people who he had killed had come out of the wand, his mother telling him what to do to get back to Hogwarts, and Cedric's memory requesting that Harry bring his body back to his parents. Harry and Cedric had been competing in a tournament against each other, by a fluke. It was suppose to be safer, the Tri-wizard tournament. They had helped each other out so much that they decided to tie for. But a Lord Voldermort supporter, called a Death Eater, had been hiding at Hogwarts, disguised as a teacher at Harry's school. The Death Eater, Barty Crouch, had turned the trophy into a portkey, an object that when touched would transport someone to a certain placed. When Harry and Cedric had both grabbed onto the cup, it transported them to Lord Voldermort's side, and then Cedric died right after a high, cold voice had told his servant to "kill the spare" as Harry had just gotten away after a duel with the Dark Lord himself. All that summer the he had played the memories in his head, trying to find something that he could have done. I should have just taken the cup without Cedric, I should have just grabbed the cup to transport us back before all that could have happened, he thought of as many ways as he could that he could have prevented Cedric's death, but it didn't matter. It was done, and as many ways as it could have been prevented, there was no way of changing that now. 'Let's not think about this' Harry though to himself. As being so early in the morning, Harry went back to sleep, this time, dreamless.
"Wake up, right now," a shrill voice said that came from the other side of his door as he began to wake. "Muggles," Harry murmured as he got out of bed, shaking his head. It was Harry's, he's end up stuck to be raised by his Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon, with his horrible cousin, Dudley, the three biggest Muggles a person could find, hating anything that had to do with magic—namely Harry, and anything out of the ordinary as well. Muggles were people without a drop of magical blood in their veins. Harry was hated in the Dursleys' house, and he hated living there.
He went down to breakfast, bacon and eggs, and began to watch Dudley inhale his share and his mother's then eyeing Harry's and his father's food. True to Harry's prediction, Dudley's diet was completely forgotten when he came back from his fourth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Aunt Petunia, Dudly's mother whose food he had consumed, was bony, horse- faced snoop, was related to Harry by her sister, Harry's mother, Lily. Uncle Vernon was Harry's uncle by marriage. Uncle Vernon was enormous, with no neck and a bushy mustache. Dudley, their pride-and-joy son was now the past the weight of a young killer whale and quickly approaching the weight of a fat, full grown panda bear (F.Y.I. an average sized panda bear weighing in at anywhere from 250 to 300 pounds). He didn't look like a panda bear, even remotely except for his size. He had blond hair, and with his diet forgotten he was getting bigger by the minute.
Harry stuffed the eggs and bacon into his mouth before Dudly could eat it and ran upstairs, eager to get away from his relatives; before any thing could erupt, Harry had a knack for making his relatives very angry for no good reason.
As he dashed up the stairs into his bedroom, as pretty snowy owl landed softly on his bed and gave a sweet hoot, before gracefully fluttering over to Harry and landing on his arm. "Hello, Hedwig,' Harry said. 'Got anything for me?" Hedwig gave a small hoot as she went back to the bed were a package lay on his bed. He opened the door to Hedwig's cage so Hedwig could fly into it, and went over to see what was in the package. Judging by the writing on the cover, it was from Ron. Harry gave a small smile. He missed Ron greatly over the summer, and glad to have something from him. He opened the letter on top first.
Hi Harry,
Mum and Dad say that you can stay the remainder of the summer here. I think that Mum doesn't want you to stay with the Muggles any more than you have to, See if it is all right with the Muggles and send the answer back with Hedwig. If it is okay with them we will come pick you up Monday at noon. Dad says he can arrange it so we can get a Portkey right into your living room. Hope to see you on Monday.
-Ron
Harry was ecstatic by the news. Tomorrow. He immediately headed down stairs. 'How should I word this?'
"Er, Uncle Vernon?" he said timidly. Uncle Vernon grunted. "Umm, the Weasely's want to know if I can spend the rest of the summer with them." He said very quickly, hoping that he wouldn't catch all of it and just say yes.
"Weaselys, are they the people who blasted away half our living room trying to pick you up last time?"
"They wouldn't be picking me up that way again." Harry remembered all too vividly the last time that the Weaslys came over. After they blasted away half the living room with their arrival trying to use floo powder. Uncle Vernon had boarded up the fireplace and put an electric one in front of it, but when they tried to use the Floo powder, which lets you travel by fireplaces, they discovered there was no way to get out and were forced to blast the wall away. Then two of Ron's brothers, George and Fred, had tricked Dudly into taking a Tongue-Ton-Toffee, which made Dudley's tongue grow to about four feet before Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would let Mr. Wesley fix it.
"I will not let those types of people into this house!" He roared. Aunt Petunia stuck her head in the doorway.
"I quite agree Vernon," she said as she stuck her big nose into their conversation.
"Okay." Harry said, biting his lip, but desperate to get to the Weaselys, " Uh, Uh, what if I meet them down the street?"
"And let people see someone who lives in our house hanging with riff-raff like them?"
Aunt Petunia came in "Let's get rid of the boy for the rest of the summer, let's take the chance. It will give us some time to spend with our son, without him ruining it."
"Fine" Uncle Vernon grunted. "But if those people set one foot in our house, you're going to be locked under those stairs until you forget what the sun looks like."
But Uncle Vernon was right, for once, what if someone did see them? He didn't know how he could arrange this with the Weasleys.
2 Ron
It is okay with the Muggles. But they aren't going to let your family come in to the house. Do you know how to pick me up with out being seen and still not coming into the house? Write back quickly; if I need to meet you somewhere, I need to know where.
Harry
Harry looked it over, he sincerely hoped that they knew of a way. He looked towards Hedwig. "Can you deliver this to Ron as fast as possible? I need to get this to him and get his answer back by tomorrow." Hedwig hooted in a very determined way, she had never failed him before. He tied the note to her leg and she swooped out the window.
As he watched her fly into the distance, he noticed that five owls were racing to his window. Harry ran to the back of the room, not wanting to be hit. After the owls had fought though the window and landed, Harry quickly untied all of the letters and packages so they could head home. He watched them fight to get back though the window and then turned to their cargo.
He opened up the most predictable letter first, bearing the Hogwarts crest, a badger, a lion, a snake, and an eagle united around the letter H. It stated as followed.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please note that the train for the start of the new term arrives at King's Cross at 11:00 a.m. on September 1st on platform 9 3/4 A list of books needed for your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is enclosed.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall
Nothing surprising about that letter. He then turned his attention to the package that had come with an unfamiliar owl. It was a small package. He recognized the writing as Ron's. He opened it and threw the brown paper over his shoulder. "Wow, thanks Hermione," Harry said to the air as he looked at his new watch. He had broken his old watch participating in the Tri-Wizard tournament, after spending over an hour at the bottom of a lake. He carefully set it aside, and turned to a brown package with a muddy paw print on the top. "Sirius," he said out loud with a smile. Sirius was his innocent- on-the-run-godfather who was an escaped prisoner from Azkaban as well as a unregistered Animagi, a wizard who could turn into an animal at will-- in this case a huge, black dog. Inside there was a large chocolate cake with the words Happy Birthday Harry on top in red icing. He smiled again.
From Hagrid, he had gotten some rock cakes. Hagrid's rock cakes, he suspected were made from real rocks. It was Hermione's present that really got his attention. A huge, brown, leather covered book with gold writing on the front told him what a lot of his spare time would be devoted to, during the scarce time he had free time, on How to become an Animagi. The words were pure gold to him. He had a feeling Ron and even, perhaps Hermione would want in to. Hermione was a bit more comfortable towards breaking rules than she use to be when they first met her, and after all, she was the one who got her the book. He sat down and began to read- chapter one ( Pick Your Animal Carefully), when a rap on the door told him Aunt Petunia wanted him to do some chores before he left, even though he really wanted to get started on his book.
After four hours in the hot sun, gardening, Aunt Petunia finally let Harry come inside to clean. 'How generous of her', he thought to himself, sarcastically. So after a few more hours of pain and torture, but still well worth enduring if he got to go to the Weasely's, he finally got a small dinner that didn't fill him up and went up to his room. He had never been forced to do this kind of work before leaving somewhere, usually they wanted him to stay up in his room and out of their way. I guess not having to do the work herself was too tempting to Aunt Petunia, knowing that he couldn't refuse to. It would have been too dangerous to refuse to help out, they might have forbidden him to go. He still had to pack, he was leaving at eleven o'clock the next day.
He went upstairs and carefully put away all of his books, robes, parchment and quills and wand. Then he checked every nook, cranny and the loose floorboard before closing the lid, book on Animagi right on top.
He went to bed trying to figure out what animal he should become. A stag like his father? A dog like Sirius? They were both registered Animagi. Animagi had to be watched carefully and registered before they become an Animagi along with their markings, so not to abuse the power. He knew he wouldn't be doing a rat, it would remind him of Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail. That was his animal. Get it, Wormtail, rat's tail looks like a worm? The disgusting filth.
In Harry's third year at Hogwarts, Harry had saved Wormtail's life. Now he wished he hadn't. Sirius and his Defense against the Darks Arts teacher his third year, Remus Lupin (there old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who happened to be a werewolf), had been best friends with Harry's father, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. When Lupin had discovered Sirius's innocence he ran to Sirius's side, where Peter Pettigrew laid. They had been about to seek revenge for Peter's betrayal. But Harry had stopped them at the last minute, to keep his father's friends from becoming murderer's for Peter's sake.
He turned his thoughts away from all that and started to fall asleep, but the moment his eyelids closed tight, a brown mass of feathers landed hard on his stomach. Needless to say, Harry was startled. He recognized it as Errol, Percy Wesley's owl. He untied the letter attached to his leg.
2.1 Harry-
Hope that this makes it to you in time. Sorry I had to send Hermes. Pig was tired from his last delivery, and Hedwig was about to collapse from trying to deliver the letter so fast. She wanted to bring the letter back to you, but I just didn't think she would make it back before you got here. It took me forever to get Percy to lend him to me. Meet us at the corner of Privet Drive. Dad will drive the Ministry's car there and pick you up. Then you'll ride to a Ministry station where you can use Floo powder to get to the Burrow. See you tomorrow.
~ Ron
2.2
2.3 Harry was very happy that they were able to pick him up with the Muggle's being so terribly picky. He went to sleep with a smile on his face and the bedside clock telling him he had thirteen hours until he would be ride of the Dursely's for the summer.
End note- okay, this was the first chapter; please tell me what you thought- and I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP. Thanks!
Harry Potter
And
The Animagi
1.1.1 The Invite
Harry awoke in a cold sweat. Memories from the end of the previous school year had flashed though his mind as he had slept, Cedric's eyes, gray and cold. He glanced over at his bedside table, towards his clock. The glowing numbers told him that it was 1:15 in the morning. He tried to remember what day it was. When he realized what day it was he thought to himself 'Not the best way to start a birthday.' Harry Potter was no ordinary boy. He didn't look forward to his birthdays, although he admittedly looked forward to them more so than he had five years ago. He was also a wizard. For most people that would be enough difference, but being different was something that Harry was very good at. Harry Potter was also very different for a wizard. He was the only one known to have survived the Avada Kedavra curse, the curse of death, attempted by Lord Voldermort.
Lord Voldermort was the most powerful Dark wizard in centuries. Anyone who he had wanted to die died, except Harry. The spell had rebounded and Voldermort was forced to flee, less than a spirit. He had seen Voldermort rise again only last year, with help of one of his old servants, Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew. Wormtail, Harry thought in disgustedly. Not only had the foul Wormtail helped a terrible Dark wizard but he had also had betrayed Harry parents and had handed them over to Voldermort, Harry's mother died trying to save him. Wormtail had made him an orphan, then forced Sirius Black, his godfather into hiding, by faking his death and framing his him.
Only himself, his two best friends from Hogwarts, Ron and Hermione, and Dumbledore, the headmaster at his school had known of Sirius innocence, but inlight of the Voldermort's rebirth at the end of last year the list had expanded to include Ron's mother and the hated Potions professor, Snape.
Lord Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory, Harry had watched, in horror, as the green light had race towards Cedric, but he could have done nothing to stop it. Then Wormtail concocted a potion that gave Voldemort his body back. After he summoned his followers that had stayed out of the wizard's prison, Azkaban, he forced Harry to duel with him. But a rare effect happened when Harry's wand met its brother, Voldemort's wand, since they shared the same core. The memories of the people who he had killed had come out of the wand, his mother telling him what to do to get back to Hogwarts, and Cedric's memory requesting that Harry bring his body back to his parents. Harry and Cedric had been competing in a tournament against each other, by a fluke. It was suppose to be safer, the Tri-wizard tournament. They had helped each other out so much that they decided to tie for. But a Lord Voldermort supporter, called a Death Eater, had been hiding at Hogwarts, disguised as a teacher at Harry's school. The Death Eater, Barty Crouch, had turned the trophy into a portkey, an object that when touched would transport someone to a certain placed. When Harry and Cedric had both grabbed onto the cup, it transported them to Lord Voldermort's side, and then Cedric died right after a high, cold voice had told his servant to "kill the spare" as Harry had just gotten away after a duel with the Dark Lord himself. All that summer the he had played the memories in his head, trying to find something that he could have done. I should have just taken the cup without Cedric, I should have just grabbed the cup to transport us back before all that could have happened, he thought of as many ways as he could that he could have prevented Cedric's death, but it didn't matter. It was done, and as many ways as it could have been prevented, there was no way of changing that now. 'Let's not think about this' Harry though to himself. As being so early in the morning, Harry went back to sleep, this time, dreamless.
"Wake up, right now," a shrill voice said that came from the other side of his door as he began to wake. "Muggles," Harry murmured as he got out of bed, shaking his head. It was Harry's, he's end up stuck to be raised by his Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon, with his horrible cousin, Dudley, the three biggest Muggles a person could find, hating anything that had to do with magic—namely Harry, and anything out of the ordinary as well. Muggles were people without a drop of magical blood in their veins. Harry was hated in the Dursleys' house, and he hated living there.
He went down to breakfast, bacon and eggs, and began to watch Dudley inhale his share and his mother's then eyeing Harry's and his father's food. True to Harry's prediction, Dudley's diet was completely forgotten when he came back from his fourth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Aunt Petunia, Dudly's mother whose food he had consumed, was bony, horse- faced snoop, was related to Harry by her sister, Harry's mother, Lily. Uncle Vernon was Harry's uncle by marriage. Uncle Vernon was enormous, with no neck and a bushy mustache. Dudley, their pride-and-joy son was now the past the weight of a young killer whale and quickly approaching the weight of a fat, full grown panda bear (F.Y.I. an average sized panda bear weighing in at anywhere from 250 to 300 pounds). He didn't look like a panda bear, even remotely except for his size. He had blond hair, and with his diet forgotten he was getting bigger by the minute.
Harry stuffed the eggs and bacon into his mouth before Dudly could eat it and ran upstairs, eager to get away from his relatives; before any thing could erupt, Harry had a knack for making his relatives very angry for no good reason.
As he dashed up the stairs into his bedroom, as pretty snowy owl landed softly on his bed and gave a sweet hoot, before gracefully fluttering over to Harry and landing on his arm. "Hello, Hedwig,' Harry said. 'Got anything for me?" Hedwig gave a small hoot as she went back to the bed were a package lay on his bed. He opened the door to Hedwig's cage so Hedwig could fly into it, and went over to see what was in the package. Judging by the writing on the cover, it was from Ron. Harry gave a small smile. He missed Ron greatly over the summer, and glad to have something from him. He opened the letter on top first.
Hi Harry,
Mum and Dad say that you can stay the remainder of the summer here. I think that Mum doesn't want you to stay with the Muggles any more than you have to, See if it is all right with the Muggles and send the answer back with Hedwig. If it is okay with them we will come pick you up Monday at noon. Dad says he can arrange it so we can get a Portkey right into your living room. Hope to see you on Monday.
-Ron
Harry was ecstatic by the news. Tomorrow. He immediately headed down stairs. 'How should I word this?'
"Er, Uncle Vernon?" he said timidly. Uncle Vernon grunted. "Umm, the Weasely's want to know if I can spend the rest of the summer with them." He said very quickly, hoping that he wouldn't catch all of it and just say yes.
"Weaselys, are they the people who blasted away half our living room trying to pick you up last time?"
"They wouldn't be picking me up that way again." Harry remembered all too vividly the last time that the Weaslys came over. After they blasted away half the living room with their arrival trying to use floo powder. Uncle Vernon had boarded up the fireplace and put an electric one in front of it, but when they tried to use the Floo powder, which lets you travel by fireplaces, they discovered there was no way to get out and were forced to blast the wall away. Then two of Ron's brothers, George and Fred, had tricked Dudly into taking a Tongue-Ton-Toffee, which made Dudley's tongue grow to about four feet before Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would let Mr. Wesley fix it.
"I will not let those types of people into this house!" He roared. Aunt Petunia stuck her head in the doorway.
"I quite agree Vernon," she said as she stuck her big nose into their conversation.
"Okay." Harry said, biting his lip, but desperate to get to the Weaselys, " Uh, Uh, what if I meet them down the street?"
"And let people see someone who lives in our house hanging with riff-raff like them?"
Aunt Petunia came in "Let's get rid of the boy for the rest of the summer, let's take the chance. It will give us some time to spend with our son, without him ruining it."
"Fine" Uncle Vernon grunted. "But if those people set one foot in our house, you're going to be locked under those stairs until you forget what the sun looks like."
But Uncle Vernon was right, for once, what if someone did see them? He didn't know how he could arrange this with the Weasleys.
2 Ron
It is okay with the Muggles. But they aren't going to let your family come in to the house. Do you know how to pick me up with out being seen and still not coming into the house? Write back quickly; if I need to meet you somewhere, I need to know where.
Harry
Harry looked it over, he sincerely hoped that they knew of a way. He looked towards Hedwig. "Can you deliver this to Ron as fast as possible? I need to get this to him and get his answer back by tomorrow." Hedwig hooted in a very determined way, she had never failed him before. He tied the note to her leg and she swooped out the window.
As he watched her fly into the distance, he noticed that five owls were racing to his window. Harry ran to the back of the room, not wanting to be hit. After the owls had fought though the window and landed, Harry quickly untied all of the letters and packages so they could head home. He watched them fight to get back though the window and then turned to their cargo.
He opened up the most predictable letter first, bearing the Hogwarts crest, a badger, a lion, a snake, and an eagle united around the letter H. It stated as followed.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Please note that the train for the start of the new term arrives at King's Cross at 11:00 a.m. on September 1st on platform 9 3/4 A list of books needed for your fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is enclosed.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall
Nothing surprising about that letter. He then turned his attention to the package that had come with an unfamiliar owl. It was a small package. He recognized the writing as Ron's. He opened it and threw the brown paper over his shoulder. "Wow, thanks Hermione," Harry said to the air as he looked at his new watch. He had broken his old watch participating in the Tri-Wizard tournament, after spending over an hour at the bottom of a lake. He carefully set it aside, and turned to a brown package with a muddy paw print on the top. "Sirius," he said out loud with a smile. Sirius was his innocent- on-the-run-godfather who was an escaped prisoner from Azkaban as well as a unregistered Animagi, a wizard who could turn into an animal at will-- in this case a huge, black dog. Inside there was a large chocolate cake with the words Happy Birthday Harry on top in red icing. He smiled again.
From Hagrid, he had gotten some rock cakes. Hagrid's rock cakes, he suspected were made from real rocks. It was Hermione's present that really got his attention. A huge, brown, leather covered book with gold writing on the front told him what a lot of his spare time would be devoted to, during the scarce time he had free time, on How to become an Animagi. The words were pure gold to him. He had a feeling Ron and even, perhaps Hermione would want in to. Hermione was a bit more comfortable towards breaking rules than she use to be when they first met her, and after all, she was the one who got her the book. He sat down and began to read- chapter one ( Pick Your Animal Carefully), when a rap on the door told him Aunt Petunia wanted him to do some chores before he left, even though he really wanted to get started on his book.
After four hours in the hot sun, gardening, Aunt Petunia finally let Harry come inside to clean. 'How generous of her', he thought to himself, sarcastically. So after a few more hours of pain and torture, but still well worth enduring if he got to go to the Weasely's, he finally got a small dinner that didn't fill him up and went up to his room. He had never been forced to do this kind of work before leaving somewhere, usually they wanted him to stay up in his room and out of their way. I guess not having to do the work herself was too tempting to Aunt Petunia, knowing that he couldn't refuse to. It would have been too dangerous to refuse to help out, they might have forbidden him to go. He still had to pack, he was leaving at eleven o'clock the next day.
He went upstairs and carefully put away all of his books, robes, parchment and quills and wand. Then he checked every nook, cranny and the loose floorboard before closing the lid, book on Animagi right on top.
He went to bed trying to figure out what animal he should become. A stag like his father? A dog like Sirius? They were both registered Animagi. Animagi had to be watched carefully and registered before they become an Animagi along with their markings, so not to abuse the power. He knew he wouldn't be doing a rat, it would remind him of Peter Pettigrew a.k.a. Wormtail. That was his animal. Get it, Wormtail, rat's tail looks like a worm? The disgusting filth.
In Harry's third year at Hogwarts, Harry had saved Wormtail's life. Now he wished he hadn't. Sirius and his Defense against the Darks Arts teacher his third year, Remus Lupin (there old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who happened to be a werewolf), had been best friends with Harry's father, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. When Lupin had discovered Sirius's innocence he ran to Sirius's side, where Peter Pettigrew laid. They had been about to seek revenge for Peter's betrayal. But Harry had stopped them at the last minute, to keep his father's friends from becoming murderer's for Peter's sake.
He turned his thoughts away from all that and started to fall asleep, but the moment his eyelids closed tight, a brown mass of feathers landed hard on his stomach. Needless to say, Harry was startled. He recognized it as Errol, Percy Wesley's owl. He untied the letter attached to his leg.
2.1 Harry-
Hope that this makes it to you in time. Sorry I had to send Hermes. Pig was tired from his last delivery, and Hedwig was about to collapse from trying to deliver the letter so fast. She wanted to bring the letter back to you, but I just didn't think she would make it back before you got here. It took me forever to get Percy to lend him to me. Meet us at the corner of Privet Drive. Dad will drive the Ministry's car there and pick you up. Then you'll ride to a Ministry station where you can use Floo powder to get to the Burrow. See you tomorrow.
~ Ron
2.2
2.3 Harry was very happy that they were able to pick him up with the Muggle's being so terribly picky. He went to sleep with a smile on his face and the bedside clock telling him he had thirteen hours until he would be ride of the Dursely's for the summer.
End note- okay, this was the first chapter; please tell me what you thought- and I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP. Thanks!