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Chapter Three Return to the Burrow

The next morning he sent owls to Ron and Hemione about his eyes. He was used to his scar burning, but his eyes? This was new. He also sent an owl to Dumbledore as well as Remus, one of them was sure to have an answer.

He had been hoping for the entirety of June and July that he would be picked up for either the Burrow or Number 12 Grimmauld Place. No such luck. At this point the had given up hope. He figured he'd be picked up on his birthday. "Oh well," he sighed. He knew he would have to be picked up by September first because the Dursley's would never give him a ride.

Just then an owl flew to his window. He rushed over to it and ripped an envelope open, but not before reading the return address.

To Harry Potter,

From Albus Dumbledore

Harry, I am pleased to tell you that you will be moved to the Burrow at precisely half past nine tonight. Inform your relatives that I will be arriving by broom. See you soon.

Professor Albus Dumbledore

"Awesome! I do get to leave early!" Harry thought enthusiastically as he rushed down to inform the Dursley's that he was leaving. Unfortunately, it was only 6:30.

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia. I just received notice that my headmaster will be picking me up by broom at 9:30 tonight." Harry said politely so as not to make waves.

Uncle Vernon grunted and Aunt Petunia managed to say "That's good" in a strained voice.

Harry dashed back up the steps to pack his trunk. All his books were strewn over the floor and his broomstick servicing kit was as well. He quickly and efficiently gathered up his belongings and waited. He figured Dumbledore could fix his mirror when he got there because after such a rash act, he regretted it. Maybe seeing Sirius was a fluke, but then again, maybe it wasn't.

The three hours past agonizingly slow but when it was half past nine, Dumbledore arrived as eccentric as ever.

"Hello Harry, how are you? I daresay you're glad to get out of this place." Dumbledore said.

"Hello Professor. I am fine and yes, I am glad to get out of here. Thank you for getting me." Harry replied.

"You are very welcome." Albus said warmly. "Now, lets get going. We have a lot of ground to cover."

"One more thing Professor. I kinda had a fit of rage earlier and flung my mirror across the room. Can you repair it please?" Harry asked.

"Of course. Reparo." The shards flew together quickly and Harry ran to pick it up and carefully placed it in his trunk. Dumbledore put a lightweight spell on Harry's trunk and magically attached it to Harry's Firebolt.

"Climb aboard, we have to go." Dumbledore said hurriedly.

They left quickly after rushing down to let the Dursley's know that they were on their way. Hedwig's new cage was attached to Albus's broom. They sped over the countryside quickly and reached the Burrow at dawn.

"We're here!" yelled Dumbledore and four Weasley children rushed out. Fred and George had obviously come to visit.

"Hi Ron, Ginny, Fred, George!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "How are you all? I hear your joke shop is going well Fred and George.

"Hey Harry!" Ron said. "How's it going? Look, I passed most of my OWLs, all the ones I wanted to pass any way."

"I did too." Harry remarked.

"Listen Harry, something really strange was in the Daily Prophet on your birthday. Ron said worriedly.

"What?" All I know was that it hadn't been that hot for sixteen years." Harry asked inquisitively.

Author's note: Had to go to bed sorry, you'll find out next chap!