As he entered the room, he felt quite more relaxed as Tonks had once said before, this rooms is far more normal than any other room in this house. Books scattered everywhere, bed unmade, clothes laying everywhere, owl cage not cleaned up for days, it was just so perfect in its everyway it could soothe away all thoughts for a bit of time. But in that resting moment, he saw from a distance about three owls coming his way. Harry jumped to his feet very eager to find out the answers to his question.

As Hedwig, Pigdwidgeon, and an owl he had never seen before, probably from Hogwarts landed on his desk, he quickly took out each letters from the owls and let them rest near the cage. The first letter was from Ron, of course, which said:

Harry,

No need to ask anymore, mate, plans have been made to pick you up tomorrow, all your guars and us as well. You'll be staying with us at the Borrow until school starts. Mom wants you to tell the muggles that we're picking you up at noon, she's only making me write this because she "appreciates" how nice they have been treating you, blablabla... Cannot wait for tomorrow.

Ron

Yes, at last, he was home free from the muggle world and finally off with his friends. Staying at the Borrow was just prefect; he also could not wait. Harry stood up starting to pick up books from the dusty floor when he realized there were two letters awaiting to be read. As he picked up the letter he had taken from Hedwig, he immediately recognized its handwriting.

Dear Harry,

How have you been? I hope the muggles have started treating you well since the encounter at the train station. I'm so sorry I hadn't written to you for awhile, but my parents and I had decided to visit the United States for most of this July. It was GREAT! I found that its major cities occupied many wizards and witches. I bought lots of interesting books I bet you and Ron would just love to read (Harry winced!) But I won't have to wait till Hogwarts to show you as my parents allowed me to come and stay at the Borrow as well. I can't wait for tomorrow, as they will also be picking me up. I hope they don't try floo powder as we have a fake chimney, too. See you tomorrow, Harry.

Love,

Hermione

Harry was glad to hear he wasn't going to be the only one picked up tomorrow, but the idea of confronting Hermione about those books made Harry want tomorrow to be next week. Just at that moment he heard a loud click of the front door and sure enough,

"Diddy, how was that tea party? Oh, again that cigarette smell, you should tell Henri's Dad of your allergies!" It was amazing how clueless Dudley's parents really were.

The third and last letter was much shorter than the two others were, but yet it was much more formal.

Dear Mr. Potter,

You have been invited to attend a dinner party hosted by the Minister of Magic, August tenth at five p.m. We would be very pleased that you come along with your company.

Sincerely,

CorneliusFudge

Cornelius Fudge

Minister of Magic

As Harry reread this for the third time, he could still not understand this incitation. Fudge invited him to a dinner party. Maybe he wanted to humiliate him in public, yes that's it. No, he couldn't, Fudge knows better. The whole wizarding world now knows Dumbledore and Harry have been right all along; he couldn't make fun of him, that would actually put an end to his career. Then, why? He just had to wait for tomorrow to ask his friends about it. He was already imagining their shocked faces; yep this was one weird letter.

He lied back and checked his watch, nine o'clock; he should get started packing his stuff. As he looked for other items in his room, he spotted his broom, a Fire Bolt, his pride possession one he had not used in a while. He was already thinking of it, but he couldn't it was just too risky, but at that moment he spotted his father's cloak and made up a decision. If he flew in high altitude, no muggle could spot him and after all it was eleven at night, it was less likely that people would stare up at him. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and his Fire Bolt and headed quietly out his bedroom door.