Harry awoke from a very pleasant sleep a week into the holidays. He had had a very nice week. His aunt and uncle didn't dare do anything to make Harry send word to Lupin, Moody, Tonks, or Mr. Weasley.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley hated anything or anyone that had to do with Harry's world. They thought it was ridiculous. When Harry had arrived at the Dursley's they tried to hide that Harry was magic until Hagrid, the groundskeeper at Hogwarts, showed up and told him about it. Harry had gotten loads of letters but his aunt and uncle didn't let him have them. After Harry found out they let him send and receive letters. They didn't like it very much but they had no other chose.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley let Harry send daily owl posts to the Order telling them he was fine. The last thing they wanted was people from Harry's world coming over.

The Dursley's son Dudley, who was the same age as Harry, stayed away from him. He had had bad experiences with wizards. When Hagrid came to tell Harry about him being a wizard and going to Hogwarts, Hagrid had given Harry a cake. When Hagrid saw Dudley eating it he gave him a pigtail, which had to be surgically removed.

The summer before Harry's second year Dobby the house-elf did magic and the Ministry of Magic thought it was Harry. They sent a warning to Harry reminding him he wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school and if he did it again he would be expelled. When the Dursley's learned he wasn't allowed to do magic they took advantage of it and weren't worried.

The summer before Harry's third year Uncle Vernon's sister came over. She always made Harry miserable. Well she was over she got Harry so mad he made her inflated like a balloon. Harry had run away from home but Harry was sure they were afraid of him then.

The summer before Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts was the Quiddich World Cup and the Weasley's invited Harry to go. When they picked him up they traveled by Floo Power and destroyed the Dursley's living room. Mr. Weasley repaired it of course but Harry's aunt and uncle weren't happy. Fred and George left a piece of taffy on the ground and Dudley ate it. It made his tongue inflate and Mr. Weasley had to convince Mr. and Mrs. Dursley to let him shrink it.

Then the summer before Harry's fifth year two dementors paid a visit to Little Whinging. Dudley had almost gotten a kiss but Harry produced a Patronus. A kiss from a dementor is worse then death; the dementor sucks your soul out of your mouth. Dudley had been experiencing the result of being around a dementor for the first time and could barely speak. Harry had gotten expelled and then just suspended within a half an hour for the Patronus Charm. He almost got thrown out but Professor Dumbledore sent a howler to Harry's aunt and she said he could stay. At the end of Harry's fifth year he learned it was Professor Umbridge who sent the dementors to Little Whinging.

Dudley had been put on a diet during Harry's third year at Hogwarts. The rest of the family was put on a diet as well because Mrs. Dursley didn't think it was fair for Dudley to suffer alone. Harry was cheating on his diet though. The Weasleys, Hermione and Sirius would all send him food. Sirius hadn't sent him food that summer nor would he ever again because he had died at the end of Harry's fifth year. Dudley had lost a lot of weight over the two years he was on the diet. He was still over weight but he was better. Harry was shocked at how well Dudley was doing.

Harry laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and thought about all the things that had happened to the Dursleys since Harry showed up. It made him laugh. The Dursley's weren't very pleasant people and Harry could care less what happened to him and they could care less what happened to him. Mr. Dursley had even been excited when he thought Harry was going to be thrown in wizarding prison.

Harry thought about what would happen if Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley had a reason to show up. Where would he go? Would he go to the Burrow with the Weasley's? He doubted that. The Weasley's seemed to be living in the order. He was sure there was a lot to do since Voldemort came back to power.

Would he go to the Order? The Order was made up of a lot of people working to stop Voldemort from carrying out any of his plans. The Order was in Harry's godfather, Sirius Black's, old house. Since Sirius was dead Harry knew he was going to have a hard time if he did go to the Order. After Sirius died Harry thought it was his fault, even after Professor Dumbledore explained why it was his own fault.

Would he go somewhere else? If he did go somewhere else, where would he go, Hermione's house? He doubted it. Hermione was muggle-Born and Harry wasn't sure he wanted to go to her house. He had never been over to her house. He always went to the Burrow and last year to the Order.

Harry sat up and looked at the calendar on the wall next to his bed. It was Dudley's birthday. Great, Harry thought. This is going to be a great day.

Harry slowly walked to the kitchen. Still in his pajamas that were too big for him. When Harry opened the door he was shock at how many presents there were. They were everywhere. Harry barely notice Uncle Vernon sitting at the table reading the newspaper because there were at least 10 presents stacked high on the table.

"Good morning Aunt Petunia," Harry said to his and who was cooking breakfast. He added, "And Good morning Uncle Vernon."

Mr. Dursley just grunted.

"Oh good morning," Mrs. Dursley said bitterly. "You will be going to Mrs. Figg's well we go with Dudley and Piers to the zoo."

"The zoo," Harry said. "Didn't you already take them to the zoo?"

"The exhibits have change over the last 6 years," She snapped.

"Why do I have to go over to Mrs. Figg's?" Harry asked. "Can't I just stay in my room?" Actually Harry didn't care if he had to go to Mrs. Figg's house. The summer before Harry learned Mrs. Figg was a Squib but he didn't want the Dursley's to know he didn't care or they would send him somewhere else.

Mrs. Dursley said something to Mr. Dursley and then turned to Harry.

"You can stay here," Mrs. Dursley said coolly. "If you don't mind being locked in your room well we're gone."

"I don't mind at all," Harry said.

"Fine then." Mrs. Dursley snapped. "When Piers gets here you will go up to your room and you will be locked in"

"Okay," Harry said as he walked over to the table and sat down.

A few minutes later Dudley came in and started to count his presents and Mrs. Dursley started serving breakfast.

As Harry took a bite of dry toast his aunt had just given Dudley stood up straight triumphantly.

"Forty-five," He said proudly. "Last year I got forty-three so I got two more this year."

"Very good Dudders." Mrs. Dursley said. Dudley usually couldn't do any math. On his eleventh birthday he didn't even know twenty-seven plus two was twenty-nine. He had also been failing math for as long as Harry could remember. They put him in a special math class at school the year before and he still failed.

After everyone had finished their toast Dudley opened his presents. He got fifteen computer game, a new TV because he had broken the other one, a new computer because he refused to play with the old one because it was "out of date", a new dirt bike, ten videos, a video player for his TV, and a lot of other things.

When Dudley had finished opening his presents the doorbell rang signaling Harry it was time to go upstairs. He heard Piers talking to Dudley and his parents talking to Mr. and Mrs. Dursley.

When Piers' parents had left Mr. Dursley said, "I'll be right back I just have to get something." Mr. Dursley trudged loudly up the stairs.

When he reached the door he turned to Harry and said, "Now last time we did this you ended up gone when we got home. Let's just hope that happens again." He closed Harry's door and locked it. Harry listened as his uncle shut the door downstairs.

Harry just laid in bed and thought, I hope they do come and get me again this year. I know it's not as bad as it was last year but I'd rather be anywhere but the with the Dursleys.

Harry decided to start his holiday homework so he went over to his trunk and pulled out his potions homework first. He read:

Write an essay about the uses and effects of the polyjuice potion. Must be at least one and a half pieces of parchment long.

Well, Harry thought, this should be pretty easy. I won't have to look anything up.

Harry took out the parchment and started his essay. He didn't stop after he finished his required amount of parchment. He just kept writing. When Harry finished his essay it filled up more then two pieces of parchment. He had written about how to make it as well as the uses and effects. He was sure Snape wasn't going to be very happy when he saw how good Harry had done on his essay.

Then Harry decided to work on his transfiguration homework. He read what he had to do:

Write an essay (at least five sentences long) on the first person to learn to be an anamingus.

That won't be hard at all, Harry thought as he went to over to his trunk and pulled out History of Magic: Transfiguration that Professor McGonagall gave to all of the Gryffindors at the end of Harry's fifth year saying it would help them during their sixth year if they made it into the Transfiguration N.E.W.Ts training.
When Harry finished his essay it covered an entire piece of parchment. It hadn't taken him long to write at all.

Harry was just about to get his homework for Charms when he heard a noise downstairs. They're back already? Harry thought. He looked at his clock and saw the Dursley's had only been gone an hour.

That can' t be right, Harry thought. He sat very quietly and listened.