A day or so passed before Hedwig had came back. Harry had half-expected this because of the little rest Hedwig was able to get between delivering Hermione's letter and Ron's letter. When she finally returned, Harry dropped his old transfiguration book and took the letter and the little bag that was attached to the letter.
Dear Harry,
No, I wasn't planning a surprise birthday gift or anything, I guess mom didn't want to get my hopes up and didn't tell me. Anyway, my family is OK with your stay and my dad managed to pull a few strings with the ministry and plugged your house into the Floo Network. That little bag attached with the letter is full of floo powder. Now, between six and seven, on July 15, your fireplace will be okay to travel through. See ya then!
Your friend,
Ron
Harry read the letter and went downstairs to check the date. It was July 14th. A little too early, Ron. I wish I had gotten it a day later so I wouldn't have to wait too long. Without thinking, Harry sat himself down at the table for lunch. None other than a cheese sandwich. While there, he explained the details.
"So I am to be leaving tomorrow between six and seven to go to my friend, Ron Weasley's, house. The next time we'll meet is at the platform at the end of the term. Although, next summer, I can buy my own house because I will be of age, so I don't think I'll see you too much anymore." Harry's heart leaped with joy at this statement. He physically felt weight being lifted off his shoulders at this statement. Harry then left to go back up to his room to finish his transfiguration book.
Harry stayed cooped up in his room until dinner, which he quickly ate and returned to his room. He went to bed early that night because he figured that it would only bring tomorrow faster. When he awoke, it was 10 o'clock. He took this as weird because he had slept a whole night without any dreams. Not only that, he slept a full 14 hours! Maybe my Occlumency lessons are actually working. Or maybe Voldemort is inactive right now because he must lay low due to the mess he made at the Ministry a few weeks ago. Either way, he was happy.
Harry didn't bother to go downstairs. He just stayed in his room and read the Daily Prophet, which he finally subscribed to. He figured he had to read it to know what's going on with the wizarding world. Luckily, today, nothing had to do with Voldemort or himself. What he did see though, was that an election for the new Minister of Magic was in the making and no wizards or witches were confirmed yet.
By the time he was finished reading through the paper, he decided to get a bite to eat for lunch. It was the same, old, cheese sandwich as always. I won't get these kind of meals at the Burrow. The Burrow, only a few hours until he was at his true home outside of Hogwarts. At the thought of it, he decided to go up and pack all his belongings.
Fifteen minutes.....thirteen minutes...nine minutes....three minutes....six o'clock!! It was finally here! Harry gathered everything he owned into the fire pit and bid his farewells to the Dursleys. Then stepped into the middle of it all and threw the powder.
"The Burrow!" Harry exclaimed loud enough for the world to hear.
His elbows were tucked inside, and a tickling feeling overcame him. He then landed, and held onto the first thing he could grab to held himself from falling.
He looked around the room and heard someone coming downstairs. He looked to see it was Hermione.
"Hey Harry! I just got here myself!" She said as she embraced him in a hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
