Harry cracked open his eyes. The dim, off-white ceiling was looming above him. He let out a deep sigh, reaching an arm out and groped for his glasses. He was still in the small bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive. He could hear Dudley clomping down stairs, whinning for his usual 10 strip bacon breakfast. The dream he had that night was still lingering in his mind. No, not the horrible dreams of Voldemort, but rather of Ron, Hermione, and himself at the Burrow, enjoying their long summer together, playing Quidditch and just hanging about. Oh, he had gotten a few letters from them, but nothing hinting that they might come rescue him from this Dursley filled holiday. Maybe if he just wrote, asking if he could-

BAM BAM BAM!

Harry whipped his head around to see the door shaking on it's hinges. He gave a grunt to let his Uncle know he was up. The usual knock and silence, every morning, same thing. The Order's threat had worked very well on Mr. Vernon, though he took it as a 'don't even talk to Harry' therefore, not two words had passed between him and his Uncle the whole of the summer.

He was about to get up when he heard Uncle Vernon speak, in a strange, high- pitched voice.
"G-get down here, Boy! T-there's someone here! Hurry up, I say!" Harry stared at the door. Someone to see him? Ron, Hermione? No, they wouldn't come here. the Order? But he had just written them two days ago.
"Hurry up!" Mr. Dursley said from the bottom of the stairs, though it was not his usual commanding voice Harry had grown up with, it sounded falsely cheery.

Harry pulled on his clothes quickly, eager to see who it was. He almost hit his door before opening it and tumbled down the stairs, coming to a sliding halt in the kitchen.

"Hiya Harry! Been having a nice summer, hmm?"

Harry grinned. Sitting at the table next to a very white Dudley was Tonks. Her spikey hair was a neon orange, and was by far the brightest thing in the small, plain kitchen.

"Tonks! I- it's been great- but. what are you doing here?" he said quickly, not even realizing he had called his summer with the Dursley's 'great'.

Tonks chuckled. "I'm here to collect you, of course. Didn't think we'd leave you to the Muggles all summer?" (Mr. Dursley scowled at being called a 'Muggle', whatever that was)

Harry beamed at her. "Right! Are we leaving now? I'll go get my things."

He started to go back but Tonks laughed. "No need, Harry. Ah. here we are." She said as Lupin and Moody came clumping down the stairs, carrying Harry's luggage.

Mr. Dursley sputtered. "How did. you weren't. I never let you. all right! You've got his things, now get OUT!" he pointed a dramatic finger at the door.

Now that they were all in the kitchen (moody had not bothered to cover his Magic eye, much to the distress of the Dursley's. Petunia scrambled to close the curtains, hoping that none of neighbors had seen their frightful guests. "Well, out we go. Come on, Harry." Lupin smiled at him and ushered his out of the door to see a Ministry van parked outside. He had almost forgotten the Ministry was back on their side, much to the relief of the Order. Harry glanced back that the small house, and smiled. He wouldn't be seeing it for another whole year.