Harry was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. It was a warm summer's night. July 28th to be exact, only three days before his birthday. And here I am still at the Dursley's. Harry sighed and padded softly over to the window. Nothing seemed to be going right for Harry this summer. This should be the best summer ever; we will be in our final year at school.
Harry sat down at his desk and pulled a quill and parchment out of the drawer. He chewed thoughtfully on the end while he tried to think of something to say to Ron. Hey how has your summer been? Mine has been miserable…when can I come and stay? Just doesn't sound right. After several attempts, Harry threw his quill down in disgust. This is worthless, I am going to bed!
He crawled under the thin blanket and curled up on his side. He fell into a fitful, dream filled sleep.
*He ran his hand through thick red hair as he pressed his lips to someone's soft mouth. He felt hands run down his sides and around to rest on the small of his back. He stifled a moan as the person's mouth worked its way down his neck. He moved his hands to the hem of his lover's thin tee shirt. He slowly pushed his hands under the shirt and upwards…*
Harry woke with a start to tapping on his windowpane. He groaned lightly. That dream always gets me. I never get any farther than that. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and made his way to the window. Hedwig was perched on the ledge, a letter held firmly in her mouth. He opened the window slowly to prevent it from squeaking. He let Hedwig in and scratched the top of her head, taking the letter from her grasp. She hooted softly and flew over to her cage. Harry turned the letter over and saw it was from the very person he wanted to talk to so badly, Ron.
Harry,
Mum and Dad said you could come and stay with us for the rest of the summer! We plan on being there around noon on the 29th to pick you up. Dad got you connected to the floo network so we can get there and back easily. I cannot wait to see you. Hermione will be up on the 31st and is planning on staying the summer too. I cannot wait to see you.
Ron
Harry smiled to himself. He was going to get to leave the Dursley's tomorrow. Best of all he would be nice and at home in the Burrow for his birthday. He noticed the sun was rising slowly and thought that the day could not have begun any better.