Harry yawned and got up. Morning, time for breakfast. Probably grapefruit segments again, since Dudley was on a much needed diet.
At least he had his stuff with him, and wasn't shut away, once again the threat of an escaped murderer who loved Harry had forced the Dudleys to let him keep his things.

Harry had still convieniently forgotten to mention Sirius hadn't murdered anyone, and he would carry on - the Dursleys were much nicer under threat.

Still, with the entire house dieting he wasn't sure 'much nicer' was good enough.

He lifted up his trusty floorboard to pull out tantalising home-made pies and cakes, sent by Mrs Weasley, who, though she would never mention it in front of Harry, despised the Dursleys. Harry didn't think she had ever met such mean muggles before.

And the Dursleys were, indeed, mean. To anyone not a perfect muggle like they were. They hated magic, so, just to wind them up, Harry decided to show them a magic book he had bought last year.

Curses and Bewitchments.

He also managed to get a hold of 'What to do to Muggles', filled with pictures of grotesque tranformations and evil curses. He didn't intend to use it, of course, just to wind the Dursleys up. Besides, he liked plenty of muggles, just not the Dursleys.

When he gave it to them Aunt Petunia screamed, Dudley jumped through the window and Uncle Vernon had collapsed in horror. That had been the funniest day of his holiday, and he had almost died laughing!

There had still been no word from Dumbledore. It looked as though he was doomed to stay with a purple pig with a moustache, a white giraffe and a baby killer whale the entire summer. Not to mention the fact of immense lack of food, and the lurking threat of Lord Voldemort.

At least he had had letters from his friends, which, since he couldn't visit them, was the next best thing to being with them. Another improvement was the delivery of the Daily Prophet daily, a birthday present from Hermione.

For Harry Potter was 15, and had been graced by birthday cards, cakes (which he considered as a diet survival kit) and presents. Before Hogwarts he had barely known what presents were, apart from something for fat, spoilt Dudley.

He had thouht he was measly and unimportant, but at Hogwarts he was famous. Popular. And most importantly, he had friends. Good friends.

Luckily, today was September 1st. Time to return to Hogwarts, and his friends, and maybe even enemies. But he would rather live with Draco Malfoy than the Dursleys. Still. There wasn't much longer to go.

Harry realised, in a rush of shock he'd forgot. He had been so worried about Voldemort coming to get him, or his friends he had completely forgot the need to pack.

He grabbed his trunk and wrenched it open and threw his books in, followed by robes and parchment, and the other necessary items. In other words, he was throwing all of his possessions into one smallish trunk, expecting them all to fit.

Unfortunately, they didn't. Hedwig would go seperately anyway but wait. Where was Hedwig? He didn't have time to worry about that - she'd soon catch him up.

He hoped.

He threw all the items that wouldn't fit in his trunk into a tied up sheet and prayed the Dursleys would allow him to take it.

Five minutes later he was jumping into the back of the Dursleys car, with is belongings and was promptly thrown back. It seemed Uncle Vernon would risk getting a speeding ticket to make sure he was rid of Harry for another year.

Harry didn't mind. He would mcuh rather be at Hogwarts, or, to put it mildly, he would rather take 1000 blast-ended skrewts for a walk than stay with the Dursleys all year.

Thinking back over that summer, he thought of the 'main events' so to speak. Hedwig had almost got locked up after dropping a present in front of Harry - who was in plain view of Uncle Vernon. That had been pure, how could he put it, eugh.

Not nice. Not nice at all. But luckily, the idea of an escaped murderer as Harrys godfather keeping in touch with Harry to check up on him tamed them down and kept Harry safe.

Finally they arrived at the station, and Harry jumped out of the car and grabbed his trunk, sheet-bag and Hedwigs cage as the Dursleys speeded off, not waiting nor caring whether Harry got to Hogwarts safely or not.

Harry looked quickly around but saw no sight of his friends, or enemies. He wasn't sure if that was good or not. Good for the enemies.

But friends? Well he was running late. He glanced up. 10:59. He'd better hurry.

Harry yanked a trolley out, dumped his stuff on it and sprinted through the barrier, to find his friends standing waiting. Panting, Harry approached them.