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The train jerked to a shaky stop causing the three passengers sitting in a lone car at the back of the train to sway int heir seats. The three stood up and turned to exit the compartment they had shared, each dragging heavy trunks. Ron, the first off the train turned to look at his two companions. He set down Pig's cage on top his trunk and helped Hermione with her trunk as she stepped down onto the platform. She smiled at Ron and stepped out of the way for the last passenger. Having grown another two inches taller and finally begun to fill out Harry Potter was beginning to become a very attractive man. Just ending his sixth year at Hogwarts and now dreading what the summer held for him. The last summer had been horrid. No friends. No fun. No anything.

How is it that two fat men and a twig woman seem to be able to suck the fun out of everything about summer? Scratch that, suck the fun out of everything....The only thing that Dudley can suck is the cream filling out of a doughnut.

His jade eyes looked down upon his two best friends, now a happy couple, and he smiled.

"Guess it's gonna be another while before I get to see you two again?" He questioned putting a fake smile on his face.

Never a real smile...just keep smiling...

Hermione smiled and turned to her trunk. Ron went a little red and began to speak .

"Well Harry. Hermione had this idea...you know how you...well, can't send any owls'

Thanks for reminding me you asshole...

Hedwig had been killed that winter while delivering a letter to Siris; who was currently hidden somewhere deep in the woods of British Columbia. Her death had only been confirmed a few weeks ago with the arrival of an owl from Siris saying he had found her dead in an open field.

He never did mention how she died.

Ron continued after a small pause 'So since Hermione is staying with me this summer,' a small blush appeared on Ron's cheeks slowly creeping its way up to the tips of his ears, 'We bought you something so you can stay in contact with us."

Hermione finished shifting though her trunk and pulled out a rectangular flat box and placed it in Harry open arms.

What the fuck?

Harry opened it ripping though the brown packaging paper to reveal a laptop box.

"What?" He questioned before using his head.

"Well,' Hermione started, 'I have my laptop and I keep it with me at all times. So while I'm at Ron's you can email us and talk on MSN and in chat rooms." She smiled brilliantly. Harry looked at her perfect pearly whiles.

Good thing she shrunk them, those braces would still be on otherwise.

Harry frowned realising the flaw in this plan.

"I don't have the internet." He stated flatly the small glimmer of hope he had to keep in contact with his friends ripped from his fingers because of a small cable.

"Well,' Hermione started again. 'I thought of that so I got you a wireless internet adaptor and set you up."

You are brilliant Hermione.

"I even locked everything with passwords. I wrote them down on this paper." Hermione dug in her robe pocket for a moment and produced a small slip of paper. Written on it were passwords in purple ink and what they were for beside them in green.

"This way even if they,' Harry knew who 'they' were and an image of his aunt uncle and even worse Dudley surfaced in his mind, 'got there greedy little hand on it they wouldn't be able to get into your chat logs or files." Harry felt a bubble of happiness explode in his chest. He would be able to talk to his friends. He would be able to keep in contact with people he knew and loved. He could get on to porn sites.

I'm sure she meant me to...

Harry wrapped his arms around both Ron and Hermione.

"Guys, thank you so much, you don't even know what this means to me." He mumbled into their ears.

"Well take it as payback for the Quidditch world cup mate." Ron smiled cheekily. Harry nodded at them both. He opened his trunk and placed the laptop inside on top of his belongings and turned to walk out into the Muggle world. Maybe this summer wouldn't be as wretched as he thought it would be.

Harry was the first to lug his trunk out of the hidden pathway into Platform 9 3/4 his now chin length hair brushing against his forehead causing him to tuck it behind his ear.

Why I let it grow I don't know. It's just more of a hassle.

His right ear now visible the other occupants of the train station could see the three glittering stones imbedded in the silver earings he had pierced though his ears the night Hedwig died. Why he had done it Harry didn't know but the sight of the drops of blood as they dripped slowly from his ear somehow eased the pain slightly. The stones were a toxic green bringing out the lighter tones in Harry's deep jade eyes. He heard Ron and Hermione come though the hidden entrance and began to walk toward the group of red headed people standing a few paces ahead of him.

"Harry dear!" Mrs Weasly yelled catching sight of him over Ginny's head. She rushed forward and gathered him up into an expected hug. Harry smiled into her shoulder.

"How are you doing Harry dear? Alright I assume. Oh my..." She trailed off catching sight of Harry's resent additions to his appearance. "Harry dear. Earrings really? Why I just got Bill to take that awful earing of his out and now you go on and add three! And your hair!" She protested further. "How about when you come for a visit you let me trim it a bit hmm?"

Harry opened his mouth to defend his new found image when Ron appeared behind him, Harry noticed Ron's arm has sneaked its way around Hermione's waist.

"Mom, leave Harry alone. The last thing he needs right now is for you to pick him apart."

As Ron and his mother launched into an argument, Harry glanced around looking for the Dursleys.

Two overly obese pigs and an out of place light post shouldn't be that hard to find.

He spotted them standing over near the exit. Vermons arms crossed across his chest. Dudley, even though it was never imaginable, looked fatter then ever. Aunt Petunia had one scrawny hand on Dudley's fat shoulder. Harry turned to the now bickering family.

"Look I have to go,' he gestured to his...

Prison guards

Harry quickly said his goodbyes and thanked Ron and Hermione again for their gift and pulled his trunk quickly toward his Aunt Uncle and Dudley. He untucked his hair from behind his ear and straightened his posture lifting his chin as he strode toward them. His Uncle must have seen him coming and whispered something into Petunia's ear. She shook her head and removed her hand from Dudley's shoulder.

"Boy," Vermon said as soon as Harry was in earshot. "What is the meaning of...of...this?"

He gestured toward Harry's locks of jet black hair.

"There is no meaning." Harry responded quickly making eye contact with the broad man.

"He looks like a girl." Dudley added snickering behind his Aunt Almost trying to conceal himself.

Good luck.

"Go get in the car before someone I know sees you with us." The three of them turned and exited the train station, leaving Harry there momentarily. He glanced behind him hoping, almost praying to catch a glimpse of a familiar face. Someone coming at the last second to take him somewhere, anywhere but the Dursleys'.

No such luck.