Hello! No one's reading this, but that's okay, because I have to get this out of my head somehow.lol.Do I look like I own HP? Unless JK has shrunk a few inches, dyed her hair brown, moved to the US, and got WAY younger? No? Didn't think so.

* The Second-to-Last Day of School *

Harry Potter stared at his watch. He had only fifteen minutes before he had to meet Ron for Lunch. And he needed Ron to tell him what the Grangers had replied to his letter with. But for now, he needed to transfigure and charm his trunk for the journey. And for that, he needed the help of two professors, Flitwick and McGonagall.

He went to McGonagall's room first. She peered at him through her spectacles. She slowly got up from her desk.

"Mr. Potter, how may I help you?"

"Professor, can you help me transfigure this into a backpack?"

McGonagall nodded and said an incantation while waving her wand. Harry nodded and he mimicked her action. His trunk transformed into a backpack.

"Thanks."

McGonagall smiled briefly and Harry turned and left. Harry looked at his watch. He ran to Flitwick's classroom. Flitwick nodded at Harry and showed him how to make the inside of his bag MUCH bigger and lighter. Harry smiled and breathed a thanks. Flitwick too smiled and Harry retreated to the Great Hall.

He sat next to Ron, who was greedily gobbling up a chicken leg.

"Hello, Mate. You get the bag enchanted enough?" Ron asked through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Harry nodded, biting into a biscuit.

"You get the letter?" Harry asked, gulping down the food occupying his mouth.

Ron nodded and extracted it from his pocket.

"Thought you might want to read it first. Seeing as how you wrote it and you're like obsessed with this," Ron grinned.

Harry glared at Ron, who shrugged. Then, Harry unfolded the letter.

Dear Harry,

Of course you can come! I'm sure our Hermione would be delighted to see you. And so surprised too! We live on Grey Boulevard, House number 47. From what we've heard, it looks to be near to your house, maybe you should walk? Or, your aunt and uncle could always swing by and drop you off. Why don't you come on the second day of break, because we're sure your aunt and uncle would love to see you again and we want to spend a little time with Hermione before you arrive. You can stay here as long as you'd like.

See you soon,

Mr. And Mrs. Granger (But you can call us Patricia and William)

Ron grinned cheekily, as he had been reading over Harry's shoulder.

"Looks like they like you, Harry. When did you butter up to them so much?" Ron smirked.

Harry's eyes narrowed and he glared at Ron.

"You're just mad because you're not going with me," Harry joked.

"Well, Harry boy, we both know that I'm the back-up plan. You just call me if things get hairy, Harry. That way, if she doesn't give into your questionable charms, we can double-team her. There's NO way she can stand up to the both of us," Ron grinned.

Harry smiled, determined to get his friend back. He and Ron shook hands. Harry just hoped his brilliant plan would be enough. He walked back to his dormitory and began packing his clothes into the backpack. Everything fit and there was extra space. Since Hedwig was off delivering a letter to Sirius, he set the cage in his backpack.

Loren ;*

REVIEW! Jeez, whenever I say that, I feel like Moody with his "Constant Vigilance!" deal.*sigh*