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Authors Note: hope you liked the first chapter here is the second, thanks to my sister who helps me edit my chapters.

Chapter 2

His eyes alight, Harry practically jumped out of bed. He wasn't quite sure weather he had slept or not but he didn't care that very much at that moment. Harry checked his bedside alarm which he had set to wake him at seven thirty that morning and found that the time read five forty-five. Harry swore under his breath.

He tried to get back to sleep but the mass amount of adrenaline which he had somehow managed to escape the night before was pumping vigorously through him again. Harry gave up shortly and changed into his other pair of extremely baggy jeans and extensively long shirt realizing that he hadn't bothered to change when he went to bed.

Harry jumped down the stairs and tripped with vitality into the kitchen where Aunt petunia, Uncle Vernon or massive Dudley were nowhere to be seen; in Dudley's case this was a huge accomplishment. Harry knew that he ought to eat some breakfast even though he probably wouldn't eat it through all of his excitement, but he needed three hours to kill, as it was only six o'clock.

Ahhh! All of this waiting was driving him to insanity, and it was only six-thirty. Harry drummed his fingers on the breakfast table wondering what to do when Aunt Petunia strode into the kitchen all dressed and ready for another day.

'What are you doing' she snapped, Harry didn't reply but just kept on staring at the table his fingers still drumming. She seemed rather agitated by his behavior which was not surprising to Harry.

'Go outside now! I don't want you and your horrid scruffiness in my kitchen!' she barked and Harry was only too happy to have an excuse to get away from her and her scrutinizing stare of loathing. Harry thought during the month that he had stayed in privet drive, the Dursley's had completely forgotten the Order's warning at King's Cross station, Harry would have written to them and told them about his situation but that would just lead back to more letters of horrid empty sympathy and that was what Harry was trying to avoid the most.

Harry was walking around Little Whinging, as he always did every evening, giving the impression to the community that he was some sort of vampire strolling the streets alone at night. He was staring at the play park wondering what to do, so he simply sat on the swings and dived into thoughts about how the next month would be spent. That seemed to do the trick, a few hours passed by as quick as time is when your enjoying it the most, the next time Harry checked his watch is was ten minutes to nine.

'Uh oh' Harry breathed and sprinted back to the Durselys house arriving there at nine o'clock sharp. Right, thought Harry, they should be here any minute now. Believing this Harry sat on the steps of the stairs anxiously waiting for members of the Order to spectacularly save him from the horrid dark cloud that was number four. 

He sat and waited and waited and waited; this was driving him simply mad. Where are they? Harry thought aggressively as though he could hurt them through his thoughts. Harry checked his battered watch once more, it was nine forty-five it had been four hours scince he woke up and nothing had happened. Oh God this was maddening, Harry sat there itching with annoyance he was about to hex the next person he saw and that was most likely the Dursleys, which didn't help his resistance to using his wand seeing as he wasn't allowed to use it.

At ten o'clock a flash of golden light alighted right in front of his face and Harry was lucky that none of the Dursleys were around to stampede him with more ranting about how non of the 'm' word should be carried out under their roof. Then he realised that another phoenix feather was levitating in front of him, instinctively he touched it and a letter written roughly not in Dumbledore's handwriting was held in his hand.

Harry, really sorry mate but we can't pick you up today, urgent business has come to us at the order and we probably won't be able to get you for another week, sorry mate.

Mundungus Fletcher

Number one seller of the black market

No, no this can't happen, no this won't happen, no way, no chance, no, no, no.

'NO!' bellowed Harry which was the first word he said scince getting off the train. This couldn't be happening, Harry needed to get out, he couldn't stay here for another minute there was no way that would be happening, no, no, no! Without rational or irrational thinking Harry just acted, he ran up the stairs, grabbed his trunk, threw it down the stairs with all the anger that he had been bottling up scince Sirius's death, stomped out of the house and stuck out his wand hand vehemently.

Immediately the triple decker knight bus was in view and so was Stan Shunpike, popping out of the purple and into the daylight, he opened his mouth to introduce himself pompously, Harry didn't give him a chance to continue, he just stomped up the street to the knight bus, entering it while dragging his trunk unnoticeably along Stan's feet and sat down on one of the chairs.

'You 'arry Po'er?' he asked loudly. Harry just grunted his agreement.

'Why'd you call ya'selwf neviwle?' Stan asked loudly.

'Get me to the Burrow' grunted Harry moodily, staring at the floor angrily.

'A'righ' a'righ' keep ya 'air on' replied Stan, while Harry took out his money-bag from his trunk.

'Seven sickewls, don' fink you wan' 'ot chocolate ven?' he asked weakly and Harry gave him a death glare so Stan just took the money quietly and left Harry to continue his moody stares at the floor.

It took a while for Harry to register what he had just done, he would be going to the Burrow for the rest of the summer, he would be at the burrow today! For God's sake he would be at the burrow that afternoon! Suddenly Harry's mass amount of anger had subsided immediately at this thought and another load of adrenaline and excitement replaced it.

A while later Stan though he was brave enough to encounter Harry again, trying to be friendly he said.

'So… ya no' mad anymore innit.' He said gesturing to the Daily Prophet that was sitting on another chair behind Harry, Harry grabbed it (still full of adrenaline)

'Uh… yeah' Harry replied trying to read the newspaper. 

'Heard vat…'

'Sorry, Stan but could I please read the paper alone?' Harry cut him off trying not to sound rude.

'Urm, yeah, course, Ver Burrow cumin in about twen'y minutes.'

'Thanks Stan' called Harry as Stan turned. Harry skimmed over the Daily Prophet in the twenty minutes that he had, looks like the Daily Prophet finally woke up and had quit making Harry to look like a mad attention seeker. There also seemed more attacks; the magical world seemed far more dangerous than last year.

When the twists, turns, stops and starts of the Knight bus was finally getting to Harry, he thought he was about to throw up then Stan's voice bellowed at him, 'Ver Burrow'. Instant relief swarmed over Harry. He stood up slowly feeling rather sick so he had to hold onto one of the wooden poles of the bus. Stan helped him with his trunk and also helped Harry off the bus.

Harry opened his green eyes to the sight before him. The peaceful house that was not standing up independently, with little explosions out of certain chimneys and noises exploding from certain room, this was where Harry belonged. He now had some of the adrenaline back and was walking up the garden bath to the door of the house. He rang the doorbell and instead of making a normal 'ding dong' sound, it made a rooster noise. Mrs. Weasley stood in the doorway looking shattered with worry.

'Harry!' she screamed in relief.

'Hello Mrs. Weasley' replied Harry in a muffled voice as he was engulfed in a huge motherly hug.

'Oh thank God your alright, I was worried sick' cried Mrs. Weasley.

'How did you know I was coming?' asked Harry.

'Dumbledore informed us dear, he very disappointed in you by the way, didn't expect you to run off like that' said Mrs. Weasley seriously.

'Well I couldn't stay in that house for another minute it was driving me crazy!'

'I know Harry but don't think that you're the only one going crazy' she said quietly. Just then Harry noticed the bags under her eyes. Harry decided to change the subject while Mrs. Weasley was showing him inside the house.

'So how did Dumbledore find out?'

'Mrs. Figg saw you going into the knight bus dear.'

'Oh' Harry said quietly, feeling guilty about making Mrs. Weasley so worried. 'Are Ron or Hermione anywhere?' Harry asked trying to change the subject again.

'Yes they are in the orchard with Fred, George and Ginny' she replied quickly, I need to send a message to Dumbledore.

Feeling guiltier Harry headed his way to the orchard where he shortly saw, Fred, George, Ginny and Ron having a mud fight and Hermione just watching them. Harry cleared his throat loudly to make his presence known. For a moment all Weasleys and Hermione looked guilty like children who have been caught doing something that they shouldn't do then they turned around unwillingly to face their supposed mother. Instant relief flocked their faces when they saw Harry but then worry and then relief returned.    

'Hiya!' Harry said.

'Harry, what-how-when?' squeaked Hermione.

'I though you were going to come here some time next week' said Ron happily.

'Great to see ya Harry!' yelled the twins in unison.

'Hey' said Ginny.

'Harry. What? How? When?' repeated Hermione confusedly.

'I sorta cracked when I got the letter saying that I'll come here next week' started Harry and the faces had another change in emotion, they all expressed eagerness.

'Yeah and?' said Ginny.

'Well, I grabbed my trunk and went onto the Knight Bus'

'Ouch' said Fred 'that must have made you sick'

'It did, but thankfully I didn't throw up' This explanation from Harry seemed to be enough for the twins and Ginny so they carried on with their mud fight, throwing bits of mud, apples even gnomes, actually they were throwing anything that was on the ground at each other. But Hermione and Ron wanted to hear more.

'Why didn't you stay at Privet drive, can you remember how you were transported last year?' said Hermione disapprovingly.

'Hermione, give him a break he just had a journey on the knight bus!' argued Ron.

'Ron he could have been in real danger, who knows what could have happened to him.'

'Oh give it a rest' interrupted Harry 'Will you two just stop fighting for just one minute!' There was an uncomfortable pause.

'Why don't you join in our mud fight Harry' Said Ron trying to lighten the mood.

'Yeah sure' Said Harry, and he got a bit of mud and threw it at Ginny who seemed more alight with a new victim, Ron had grabbed Hermione's arm who was suddenly very frightened and miming 'No' a lot, then she was caught in the circle of vengeance when George had hit her with half an apple.

Life at the Burrow was the only scrap of peace in a world shredded by war. 

Author's Note: What do you think? Sorry about Stan Shunpike's accent. Please Review!