Every so often Harry would relive the struggle he had in the Ministry of Magic Every time he had to see Sirius die it took a piece of him away. He loved Sirius more than he wanted to admit. When Sirius was alive he felt as if is parents were alive too. Sirius was a living memory of his parents. He felt like they were watching when he was around. Harry came to life when he was around him. Something stirred inside of him and he felt like nothing could ever happen in the protection of Sirius. He was gone now though and nothing makes him come back….

Harry hated having these dreams. He hated them so much that he tried to stay awake as long as possible until sleep consumed him. His body to weak to stay awake anymore. He couldn't remember the last time he got a decent amount of sleep.

Harry stared at his reflection so long that it appeared to be taking a whole new shape. He stared at it harder. "What the…." It was changing shape!

Harry jumped back in surprise. He was almost out the door when he heard a familiar voice yell, "Hello? Harry?" Harry quickly looked back and saw the smiling face of his best friend Ron. He was in such shock that he didn't realize he dropped his towel. He turned bright red and quickly snatched up his towel and wrapped it around his waist tightly to make sure Ron didn't get that kind of show again.

"Hello mate," Said Ron with a huge smile on his face. "Did I…umm…catch you at a bad time?" said Ron as his face turned brighter than the hair on his head.

"Well yeah but since you're here you might as well stay." Said Harry, his mood slightly rising as he saw his friend.

Ron smiled and allowed a look of ease to come across his face. "Well enough of the small talk Harry I've come to see if you're ready to go on an adventure….ok fine not an adventure but to my house. No more staying hear just look at you. Bloody hell Harry I almost didn't recognize you."

Harry grinned from ear to ear "how soon do we leave?" Harry asked eagerness detectable in his voice.

Ron smiled broadly and said in a casual way, "When ever you are ready oh great Harry Potter."

Harry hit the glass in a mocking way to find out it only hurt him more than it hurt Ron.

"By the way Ron, how did you end up coming into my mirror?"

"Nifty trick huh? Dad taught it to me, I'll tell you everything as soon as you grab all of your stuff and come to your window in about twenty minutes."

"Fine," said Harry still very happy at the thought of not having to stay in this house one second longer. Well twenty minutes to say the least but hey he could wait. If he stayed here this long he could sure stay another twenty minutes.

"Well off you go Harry and don't be late. Oh and Harry leave your broom out you'll be needing it."

"Why do….." Just as Harry said that Ron slowly faded from view.

Harry rushed out of the bathroom his spirits lifting tremendously. He got dressed and gathered all his things in less than three minutes. Now all he had to do was go downstairs and tell the Dursleys that he wasn't going to stay here anymore. They probably didn't care none the less but he felt almost obligated to tell them since they were, after all taking care of him….well sort of.

He walked downstairs very quietly and crept into the kitchen where he saw the family talking quietly the remaining dessert still on the table. He walked in and stood there for a good five minutes. Finally he cleared his throat rather loudly and made them all jump yet again. After taking a moment to muse at the thought of scaring them he announced rather boringly, "I'm going to spend the rest of the summer with Ro…..my friend. They'll take me to the station and you won't have to see me for the rest of the summer."

Harry had to pretend that he hated the idea of leaving the Dursleys and going to Ron's house. Even though the Dursleys would like nothing better than to get rid of him, they would have more pleasure in keeping him as miserable as possible even if that was to have him stay at their house for the rest of the summer.

"Fine," growled Uncle Vernon with a face set as stone but there was happiness floating around in his eyes. Something Harry hadn't seen all summer since he had shown up.

Aunt Petunia just sat there but Dudley on the other hand was shaking his fat butt around as he danced and shouted, "No more Harry in the house, no more Harry in the house….."

Harry casually walked back upstairs. It felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He walked back into his room and looked at the clock every ten seconds or so.

"Nine minutes left," He mumbled.

After what seemed like an eternity he finally heard taps on the window. At first he was scared but then when he realized it was Ron he smiled and ran over to the window almost tripping over his feet he was running so fast. He opened it up which took an extra two minutes because he couldn't keep his hands steady. After the prolonged wait he finally got it open with a heave and looked excitedly out the window. Not only was Ron there but so was Ron's dad, Hermione, and to Harry's surprise Draco Malfoy. Harry jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was his worst enemy doing here? Especially since his father was a death eater.