The flight to the burrow was an uneventful one although Mundungus Fletcher, the other wizard whom Harry had previously met last year, nearly was seen by muggles. He was busy examining a statue, which reminded him of his mother and was sorely tempted to steal it. Luckily enough a muggle came along, and although Mundungus nearly was seen, the statue stayed in its rightful place.

A short time later and the four of the flyers arrived at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley came rushing out the door in a bright pink nightgown and furry slippers, with a look as though she was waiting for Harry and the others to arrive.

"Oh Harry it's so good to see you, come inside and we'll get you something to eat and some proper clothes." Molly said, as she hurried him through the door, examining the clothes he had been wearing. The clothes once belonged to Dudley and where miles too big for Harry. She set down in front of him a large plate of bacon, eggs, sausage and bread. "Eat up now Harry, you look starved to death. If you want more you can ask. Once your finished we'll take you up to your room.

Harry began to eat and soon his plate was empty, he hadn't realised how hungry he was, as the Dursley's didn't seem to give Harry proper food. When suddenly a tall man with a long flowing beard stepped out from the fireplace, where green flames issued.

"Professor Dumbledore how nice to see you. Would you care for a cup of tea?" Molly asked, bustling about the kitchen.

"Thank you Molly, tea would be lovely. Would you mind dearly if I had a word with Harry?" Professor Dumbledore enquired whilst sitting across the table from Harry, whose head was bent down not daring to look at Dumbledore as he remembered the last time he had spoken to him.

Molly set down a large teapot and two cups and saucers on the table. The milk and sugar flew to the table with a flick of her wand and she whisked out of the room, leaving Harry and Dumbledore alone.

"Hello Harry, I hope you have calmed down considerably since the last time we spoke?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. He could see that from looking at Harry he was tired, unhealthy and was deep in thought.

"Hello Professor." Harry murmured with his head still bent down.

"Harry I wish to speak to you, but with your head bent down I don't think I could."

Harry lifted his head up and looked at Dumbledore. Although he was still the same person Harry had spoken to not so long ago he looked older. His face seemed to have grown older and he didn't seem to be as strong as before, but who would be after fighting Lord Voldemort Harry thought, but he still had the twinkle in his eyes.

"Harry I know you have suffered a great loss, but I must say to you again. You have withstood something people many years older than you might not have. You showed bravery and loyalty not only to your friends, to myself, but also to Sirius. I know that it was a great loss to you, losing Sirius like that, but I know that he would not have wished to die any other way than dying in battle. I hope that you have had time to think about this and realised things Harry." Dumbledore said calmly, hoping Harry would not have another outburst.

"Yes Professor Dumbledore. I have thought a great deal over the summer since then, I have lost Sirius, but he will always be with me." Harry replied

"And how is that Harry?" asked Dumbledore curious as to what Harry's answer would be.

"He will be in my heart and mind." replied Harry and blushed as he said this, "I thought a great deal and though many of my friends written to me I feared to write back, as they may ask questions which I couldn't bear to be asked or answer."

"You are stronger than I thought Harry." was Dumbledores reply, "I see we may have misjudged you Harry, but mistakes can be made. I think you should go and explain to your friends this, as they have been very worried about you and would be delighted to see you."

"Thank you Professor Dumbledore." Harry replied meekly, and turned to leave the kitchen to see Ron and Hermione

"Oh and Harry." Dumbledore said, and Harry turned around, "Here are your letters for Hogwarts, please give them to the others and I want to tell you something. I said to you last time we spoke the reason why we did not make you a prefect, but I was wrong. So I am pleased to tell you that we have decided to make you Head boy. I know your father and mother would have been pleased."

At that Dumbledore apparated out of the kitchen leaving the letters on the table, and a very stunned Harry standing in shock.