A.N. I had this silly idea when I was thinking of Harry Potter one day and decided I'd try my hand at writing a fan fic rather than just reading them. As this is my first FF reviews are welcome, but be kind please. ( I am attempting to keep to the style of J.K. Rowling a bit, but, for the story to unfold the way I would like, some alowences must be made. I don't own any of these characters in the first chapter. wish I did tho.

After spending another uneventful birthday at the Dursley's, if you call getting chased around the kitchen by Aunt Petunia with a frying pan uneventful, Harry Potter was overjoyed to say the least to receive an owl carrying a letter from Arthur Weasly saying Albus Dumbledore was going to allow Harry to spend the last 3 weeks of his summer holiday with Ron and Hermione.
Harry was absolutly delighted as he re-read the letter. This meant he would be going to the headquarters for The Order of the Pheonix. His smile fell however when he remembered where the headquarters was stationed. Sirius's house.
Harry sat down on the edge of his bed and thought about what had happend last year. It would be different going back after everything. Different and difficult.
Harry looked at the letter he held in his hand and read it again.

Harry-
I have spoken to Albus on this matter and he thinks
it would be alright for you to come and visit Ron and
Hermione for the remainder of your holiday. We will be
by to pick you up in two days so be ready then!
-Arthur Weasley

Dropping the letter to the floor Harry leaned back onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. It was the same ceiling he woke up to and stared at in the darkness after waking from his nightmares. Harry sighed and hoped that going to Sirius's old house wouldn't be as bad as it seemed
The large red numbers on his clock flashed to 12:18 and he decided to go to bed. Harry slipped off his glasses, set them on his side table, and turned out the lights. Before drifting off to sleep his thoughts wondered to how he was going to tell his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia that he was leaving.

"No!" Harry gasped as he sat up suddenly. Panting slightly Harry wiped some sweat off of his forehead and tried to forget what he had dreamed. The dim red light of his clock made Harry's eyes glow with the unshead tears that threatened falling. Dumbledore had said it did no one good to dweal on the past, but Harry could not forget the night that Sirius had died.
Harry rolled over onto his side and glared at the wall trying not to cry. "It's not my fault," he mumbled to no one and continued telling it to himself until he managed to drift of to a, thankfully, dreamless sleep.

Harry blinked in stupefaction at Uncle Vernon who simply glared at him, his face beginning to purple.
"Well boy?" Uncle Vernon roared. "How are these people going to pick you up?"
Harry blinked again as he thought about the times he had been picked up by wizards. Memories of flying cars, exploding fireplaces, and midnight broom flights flashed through his mind.
"I don't know," Harry said plainly. "The letter just said he would get me tomorrow, not how."
"Get you tomorrow," Uncle Vernon grumbled into his tea cup which he then proceeded to wave emphatically in Harry's direction, causing some tea to spill onto Aunt Petunia's table cloth.
"I don't even know why I'm letting you go!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "You must be the most disrespectful, undisciplined, ungrateful-"
"You're 'letting' me go because I would go anyway, no matter what you said," Harry interrupted. "I'm just telling you I'm leaving. Not asking."
Uncle Vernon's face turned an even darker shade of purple and the vein in his neck began to throb, as Dudley looked on in interest. Aunt Petunia continued to wash the dishes as she carefully didn't look at her husband.
"Go to your room!" Uncle Vernon commanded, pointing at the stairs. "And I don't want to hear a word out of you for the rest of the day!"
Harry left the dining room gladly. He stomped up the stairs and it took all his will power not to slam the door.
He almost jumped with surprise as Pigwidgeon flew right at his head as he zoomed around the room. It took a few seconds of chasing Pigwidgeon around his room, but Harry managed to grab a hold of the owl, and took the letter from him. He glanced down at it and recognized Ron's handwriting almost immediately.
After letting Pigwidgeon go and telling him he wouldn't have a letter for Ron (what was the point? Harry would see him tomorrow), Harry tore open the envelope and read the letter.

Hey Harry!
Dad told me you'd be here tomorrow so I thought I'd
write you a quick note. We're still at the usual place and
some new people have been here lately. I was actually
surprised Fudge let Dumbledore keep the Order under his
control, but I bet Fudge would give up some of his power
so he won't have to deal with You-Know-Who. Wuss.
Anyway, see you soon and don't let the Muggles get
you down!
Ron

Harry almost grinned at the part about Fudge. There was no way he could see Dumbledore letting Fudge even try to takeover the Order. With one last glance at the letter, Harry began his packing.