Harry sighed, he couldn't wait to get back to school but he still had five more weeks with the Dursleys. What a nightmare! He loathed them so much. This time they didn't let him come out of his room ever and if he did...well, Uncle Vernon had found his old hockey stick from school and decided to get a bit of practice on Harry. Then Pig plunged through the open window and dived lopsidedly onto the bed into a crumpled heap. Harry pulled the note off him and read it quickly.

Harry,
Can you come over to the Burrow for the rest of the holidays? Write back soon.

Ron

Harry frowned, he wished he could go but the Dursley's would never let him. He was already grounded but maybe if they thought they could get rid of him? Well, it was worth a try, he didn't think he could stand another minute here, in hell.
He got up slowly and went downstairs. There was Dudley, stuffing his face with cakes and sweets, the sight of it made him feel sick.
"What are you doing here boy, get back to your room!" Uncle Vernon roared from over the newspaper.
"Uncle Vernon, could I go to Ron's for the summer? I don't want to cause too much trouble for you and Aunt Petunia," Harry began sweetly, putting on a fake smile.
"Suddenly you're so concerned about us, hey. Sorry, lad but you're staying here, a few more weeks won't hurt us," he grinned evilly.
"But..." Harry began.
"I said get to your room," Uncle Vernon shouted.
Harry traipsed back up the stairs angrily; he clenched his teeth and picked up his quill. They hated him, surely they would be glad of a few extra weeks without him. He scrawled a quick note to Ron and sent Pig back. He felt so lonely and he hated the Dursleys so much. He really wished his mum and dad were here. He was nearly crying now, he swallowed quickly, brushing his eyes. Maybe if I ask them once more, then they will let me go? He crept down the stairs softly, he wanted to at least get down there before Uncle Vernon started another shouting match. Then he saw them, they looked like they didn't want to be disturbed. Uncle Vernon was rubbing his hands greedily and gazing out of the window while Aunt Petunia sat at the table her head in her hands. When he heard what they were saying he went cold. "Vernon, I don't think.well, he's dangerous," pleaded Petunia placing an arm on Uncle Vernon.
"Well we're on his side, he won't hurt us and we'll finally get our revenge," Vernon grinned with anticipation.
"But.." Petunia whispered.
"No buts, we'll be killing two birds with one stone. We'll be rich and he'll be dead. Don't worry, because when it all happens we'll be safe. See, I'm trying to protect you and Dudley," Vernon said soothingly.
"Well, as long as you're careful," she began anxiously.
"I thought you hated the brat as much as me?" Vernon looked at her accusingly.
"I do, I do...but he's family, really," Petunia bit her lip nervously.
"He stopped being family long ago," Vernon tensed, "When his parents did that, he stopped being family."
Harry felt a chill run down his spine. He closed his eyes and prayed, though he wasn't religious. 'Please don't let them be talking about me.' His breath was harsh and ragged in short gasps.
"It was all James' fault, Lilly didn't know what she was getting involved in. Harry was her son too, she was my sister," Petunia begged, she looked like a frightened rabbit.
"Well, little Harry can join his precious parents in hell then, can't he?"