A/N:  As I'm writing this, I still have no idea how the Weasleys are going to pick Harry up.  I want it to be original… nothing that everyone has used, like Floo Powder, or Ministry cars or something.  I guess I'll find out.  LOL, literally.  I'm still building stuff up, so it's gonna be a few more chapters before things really start to get underway.  But don't worry, I know *exactly* where this story is going, so stick with me!  The theme song is "Perfect Day", Hoku.
Disclaimer:  I've already claimed what I own.  Everything else belongs to Rowling.

Perfect Day, by Hoku

Sun's up
A little after twelve
Make breakfast for myself
Leave the work for someone else
People say
They say that it's just a phase
They tell me to act my age,
Well I am

On this perfect day,
Nothing's standing in my way
On this perfect day,
When nothing can go wrong

It's the perfect day
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
I could stay forever, as I am
Sun's down
A little after ten
I pick up all my friends
In my Mercedes-Benz

Wake up
Don't tell me it's just a dream
'Cause when I've had enough
You'll hear me say
Now don't you try to rain on my

Perfect day
Nothing's standing in my way
On this perfect day,
Nothing can go wrong

It's the perfect day,
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
I could stay forever, as I am
On this perfect day

I'm in the race
But I've already won
And getting there can be half the fun
So don't stop me till I'm good and done
Don't you try to rain on my
Perfect day

It's the perfect day
It's the perfect day
Nothing's gonna bring me down
I could stay forever, as I am
On this perfect day
Nothing's standing in my way
On this perfect day
Nothing can go wrong

I'm in the race
But I've already won
And getting there can be half the fun
So don't stop me till I'm good and done,
Don't you try to rain on my
Perfect day

On this perfect day
On this perfect day
On this perfect day

Chapter 2:  Amethyst

            Harry checked his watch again.  Ten minutes until three.  He had just finished packing his trunk, and was about to heave it downstairs.

            //Ugh… if only I could do just a little bit of magic…// he thought as he dragged it down the stairs and towards the front door.

            Five minutes until three.

            //I wonder how the Weasleys will show up… Hopefully they won't try Floo Powder again…//

            Harry checked his watch again.

            2:59 p.m.  Luckily, the Dursleys had gone out for the day, in fear of the "freaks" that would be picking Harry up.

            Suddenly, Harry yelled, "Hedwig!" when he realized that he had forgotten to get his owl. 

            He raced up the stairs, grabbed Hedwig (whom was in her cage), and ran back down.

            It was now 3:02.

            Just as he made it to the front door he heard a loud whoosh of wind outside, and a low, animal-like grumbling.

            He opened the door to find Charlie… and… a dragon?!?

            "Don't worry Harry, old chap.  We're the only ones who can see her, and she's quite tame.  She's a Himalayan Snowbreath.  Special, rare breed.  Instead of breathing fire, the Snowbreaths breathe harsh, large amounts of snow, freezing everything in its path," said Charlie as he shrunk Harry's trunk, let Hedwig out to fly to the Burrow, and shrunk the cage.  Both the trunk and cage were now big enough to fit in Harry's pocket.

            Harry picked up the trinket-sized luggage and stared in awe at the dragon before him.

            The scales covering her body were pure white, and her wings were covered with white feathers, rather than scales.  She had large lavender eyes that held a kindness Harry had never seen before in a dragon.

            Charlie cast a Muggle-repelling spell on Harry, as he had already done on himself, so that it wouldn't look as if they were floating on air.

            They then climbed onto the dragon's back, whom Charlie had named Amethyst, and took off.

            Harry had never felt anything more exhilarating in his life.  Flying on the back of a dragon was even better than riding his Firebolt.  They were high up in the air, with the clouds.  Harry could feel the wind in his face, and when he looked down, he could see all of England below him.

            He was actually disappointed when Amethyst landed all too soon at the Burrow, and he had to dismount her.

            As soon as he and Charlie were on the ground, Amethyst took off in the air again.

            "This climate isn't cold enough for Amethyst.  She'd become very ill if she stayed here for long," Charlie explained when he saw the sad look in Harry's eyes.

            Harry nodded, and they went in the house.

            "Harry, dear!  You're just in time for dinner!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, gathering him into a bear hug.

            Harry looked at his watch.  It was five o'clock p.m.!  He hadn't realized that time had passed so quickly during his flight.

            //I guess the saying is true… Time really does fly by when you're having fun…//

            Harry snapped out of his thoughts when he was crushed into a hug from Ginny Weasley.

            "Oh, Ginny, hi!  Your gift was wicked, you know," Harry said, grinning at the redhead.

            "Of course it was!" replied Ginny, with a smile, as she rushed off to help her mother set the table.

            Harry was then clapped on the back by the twins and Bill, and was having his hand shook by Percy and Mr. Weasley.

            Harry escaped and turned around as he heard a loud "OUCH!" and saw Ron tumbling down the stairs.

            Ron looked up and grinned sheepishly.

            "Hello Harry!"

            Harry laughed and followed the others to the table.

            //Finally… I feel like I belong again…//

            "Hey Harry… what do you say we play a little Quidditch with your new set of balls?" Ron asked when dinner was over.

            Harry grinned as he, Ron, the twins, Bill, Charlie, and Ginny each raced up the stairs to get their brooms.

            Percy rolled his eyes and went to his room to draft a report on the importance of regulating the color of wand holsters.

            Before long, a Quidditch game was well underway.

            On the first team, Harry was the Seeker, Fred was the Beater, Ron was the Keeper, and Ginny was the Chaser.

            On the other team, Bill was the Keeper, Charlie was the Seeker, and George was the Beater.  They still needed a Chaser, so they conned Mr. Weasley into playing.

            It was a close game,  but Harry's team ended up winning.  This meant that the opposite team had to de-gnome the garden the next day.

            Harry was exhausted when he finally went to bed.  Exhausted… but content.

A/N:  I literally did not know what I was gonna do to get Harry to the Burrow until all that stuff about Amethyst just started flowing out.  Afterwards I looked at it and I was like "What?  I don't remember thinking that… Oh well."  LOL, that happens a lot.  Anyway, I hope you liked it!  Review please!  And now a cookie…

Lady of the Dark:  Thank you very much.  You got your wish, I have updated.  I hope you will continue to enjoy this story.  ^_^