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Chapter 2- again, not yet titled ^^;

Harry Potter sat on his bed at number 4 Privet Drive. He had "Quidditch Through the Ages" propped up on his knees, reading it for about the hundredth time. But he wasn't reading, he stared off into space, deep in thought. Hedwig was out hunting for the night, and school was drawing near and once again he was counting down the days until he got to go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was the only place he could actually call home.

The Durselys were the same as always. Cruel and heartless, they acted as if he didn't exist and when they did acknowledge him it was only to bark orders. Dudely was till struggling with his unsuccessful diet. Being deprived of snacks, junk food and creampuffs, the very things for which he lived for other than pounding Harry, was taking its toll on the fat blonde boy. He would salvage anything he could at home, even stealing Harry's meal, then he would leave to go hang out with his mates. He would go over to their houses and eat them out of house and home before descending upon the town to reek havoc wherever he could. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were still convinced that their little "Duddy-kins" was an angel however. Even after several people called to complain about his reckless behavior. Uncle Vernon would just swell up like a balloon and tell them that they must've mistaken Dudely for another boy. They couldn't be too cruel to Harry, however, for they were afraid. Harry remembered at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts that Made Eye Moody, Remus Lupin and a couple of the others from the Order of the Phonix, a secret organization against Voldemort, had gone up to the Dursely and threatened them that if they heard about them mistreating Harry that they would have them to answer to. Made Eye Moody's magical eye had seemed to scare Uncle Vernon over the top for he had taken to ignoring Harry for almost the entire summer.

There were problems in the wizarding world too. Voldemort was back and he was slowly gathering old and new followers as discretely as possible. And it hadn't been until the end of the term last year after Harry and several of the D.A. had confronted Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries and Dumbledoor himself had fought off the Dark Lord, that Cornelious Fudge finally admitted that he was back.

A war was beginning, and Voldemort wasn't going to stop until he has killed Harry and plunged the wizarding world into darkness under his reign.

But there was another thing that ached Harry's heart. His godfather, his only true family, died protecting him in the Department of Mysteries. Harry missed him terrible and didn't really know what to do without him. And it was all his fault...

Suddenly, a loud 'thump!' snapped him out of his thoughts. He jerked up and looked at his window. Outside, banging into the glass in his excitement was a small, gray flapping feathery tennis ball.

"Pig!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled open the window to let Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, zoom around the room. After missing a few times and jumping about cursing, he managed to cat the hyperactive owl. He quickly removed the letter from around his leg and ripped it open. He recognized his best friend's handwriting at once.

Harry-

Great news! Mum's finally come up with a way for you to come to the Burrow!

She said she doesn't want us to go back to your house with those bloody muggles

cuz of what George pulled last time. If your allowed, send Pig back pronto and we'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron on Saturday five o'clock sharp! If your not allowed, send

Pig back pronto and we'll come to the muggle house anyway. Sorry took so long, things been real crazy 'round here. You-know-who bein' back and all. See you soon!

-Ron

Harry felt excitement brew inside of him. Finally he was going to the Burrow! But would his aunt and uncle drive him into London to the Leaky Cauldron? Would they even let him go? Pig continued to zoom around the room and chirp loudly.

"Pig! Pig, shut up!" Harry hissed. It was only early evening and the Durselys had not yet gone to bed, but Harry knew how much Uncle Vernon hated owls. But the little gray freatherball zoomed, dived and chirped around the room.

"Pig get down here! Pig!" But it was no use, the enthusiastic little owl would not come down. Harry hurried over to his desk where Hedwig's empty cage sat. Next to it lay a bag of owl treats, he quickly snatched them up, poured a couple into his hand and offered it to Pig.

"Pig! Look Pig! Pig, look!" he called. Thankfully the owl saw the treats and zoomed down to Harry's hand, kind of flopping instead of landing. Quickly Harry stuffed Pig into the cage and closed the door. Immediately he zipped around the cage hooting like a mad owl. Harry tipped a couple of owl treats into Hedwig's dish hoping Pig would be preoccupied enough to shut up.

"HARRY POTTER!" Uncle Vernon bellowed from downstairs. Harry cringed, he wished Pig had not made so much noise. Never the less he opened his bedroom door and headed downstairs. He had better ask now to get it out of the way and before Hedwig got back. For she would be extremely unhappy to find the annoying Pigwidhgeon inhabiting her cage.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were in the sitting room watching television. Unfortuneatly it wasn't the news. They had taken to not watching it when he was home since he seemed to find it interesting. Thankfully, Dudely wasn't there. He must've been out on one of his nightly raids.

"If you don't get that ruddy owl to shut up it'll have to go!" Uncle Vernon threatened as soon as Harry entered the room. Harry kept his mouth shut hoping if he didn't annoy him that he'd let him to Ron's.

"And I don't need any more of those blasted owls flying in and about through the house with letters from those freaky friends of yours." he continued. Harry gritted his teeth attempting to control himself.

"For heaven sakes, boy, don't you ever comb your hair?" Aunt Petunia snapped at him. Harry ran his hand through his wild black hair subconsciously.

"The Weaselys invited me over to their place for the rest of the summer." Harry said trying not to sound tense or nervous.

"Weaselys? Are they those crazy people that dropped themselves through our chimney?" Uncle Vernon said tearing his beady black eyes away from the television.

"They're not crazy." said Harry tersely.

"Well whatever, I don't want them here again! Don't you remember what happened the last time those ruddy weirdos were here?!" Harry clenched his fists trying not to scream.

"They won't have to come here, you just have to take me to London." he said through clenched teeth.

"Why the hell would I wanna do that?"

"would you rather they came here and turned Dudely into a fat canary?" he shot back remembering Fred and George's canary creams. Aunt Petunia let out a frightened scream and grabbed Uncle Vernon's large arm. His uncle's face turned a darker shade of purple than it already was.

"And what if I said you couldn't go?" he asked menacingly. Harry glared at him. His uncle was tormenting him. Toying with him and making him think that he wasn't going to let Harry go because he knew how much it meant to him. Then a thought hit him.

"Then I would just have to write to Mad Eye Moody and tell him that I have to spend the rest of my summer locked in my room." he retorted. Both cringed this time and Uncle Vernon's face went a shade darker.

"Fine, boy! I'll take you to London just to be rid of you and that stupid owl!" Despite himself, Harry smiled, turned on his heel and ran up the stairs.

Pigwidgeon was zooming around Hedwig's cage hooting and chirping and banging. Harry glanced around the room thankful to find that Hedwig had not returned yet. He quickly pulled out parchment and a quill with ink.

Ron-

Got the ok from the muggles! See you on Saturday at 5 o'clock!

-Harry

He reached into the cage and grabbed a hold of Pig then struggled immensely trying to get the parchment attached to his leg. When he finally managed to do it he walked over to the window, Pig a squirming ball of fluff grasped in his hand. He opened the window and ducked just in time to avoid getting hit in the head by an incoming Hedwig! She landed on Harry's chair and turned around to look at him. She glared fiercely at the hooting Pigwidgeon.

"Don't worry, Hedwig, he's just about to leave." Harry reassured her. He then turned and tossed Pig out the window. The little owl soared a minute before catching himself with his wings and flying off. Harry walked over to Hedwig and stroked her head. She nipped his finger affectionately and hopped into her cage. Harry changed into his pajamas, climbed into bed and clicked off the light. For once this summer he actually felt happy. He was going back to the Burrow!