Harry escaped quickly from his Uncle's icy glare so that he wouldn't see his nephew's joy with the new information. His aunt and uncle did everything in their muggle power to make Harry's life like one spent in Azkaban prison. By now, Harry clearly understood how they ticked, and could trick them easily, even without using magic.

Harry was in such a happy daze that he almost stumbled drunkenly up the green-carpeted staircase. He continued his loopy grin as he flopped onto his lumpy bed and stared at his ceiling. Hedwig hooted questionably at Harry's behavior, always curious as owls are.

"A whole weekend alone..." Harry muttered, still in awe at his good fortune. Minutes flew on by as he mused over the entire situation and his wonderful predicament. Staring at the peeling paint upon the ceiling, he thought out each and every outcome of how he should plan these few days of freedom. He knew he wanted to spend as much as he could of that time with Krys. Even though he had quite a lengthy list of useless and random chores that he needed to complete before Sunday night.

The heavy sound of clomping feet and closing doors alerted Harry out of his daydreams. Stealthily he peeked out of his bedroom door to see his Uncle wandering out the front door with a suitcase. Grinning, he closed his door once more and looked to Hedwig. The lovely bird fluttered anxiously in her iron cage.

"It looks like I need to get started, Hedwig. If you help, I'll let you have the whole weekend to fly wherever you want." Harry grinned and watched his companion reluctantly hop from her perch inside of her cage.