Harry awoke at seven that morning waiting for Mr Weasley to bring him to the Ministry of Magic. He wondered how on earth Mr Weasley was going to come to Privet Drive looking respectable, and hoped he wouldn't try to get through the electric heater again like her had done 2 years before. Just as he pulled on his pants and thin Dudley top, he heard a honking out in the driveway. Harry rushed down, whether he was in his skivvy or not, people thought he was mad so they wouldn't care, offcourse the Dursleys would but Harry didn't care less about them. 'Who in the flaming hell is here this early in the morning' Uncle Vernon shouted from the stairway as Harry rushed down beside him. 'Where are you going in such a hurry, boy?!' Uncle Vernon croaked, 'Do you want to be seen?!' 'I got a ow- mail from the Ministry of my kind and I have to go to some hearing, even though I didn't do anything!' Harry spluttered as he got to the window and peeped out to find a bunch of Red haired boys and one much taller, which was obviously Mr Weasley. 'They probably want to give you the death sentence!' Uncle Vernon smirked happily. 'I wouldn't get your hopes up, but the cars for me outside, so I'll get my things and be gone.' Harry said racing up the opposite way now up the stairs. 'Oh, No Sir! You are not bringing that thing down stairs into the open! What would people think? You getting into some filthy care driven by these.. these people!' 'Hedwig is not a thing! Take a look outside as well, Mr Weasley is driving a limousine to the Ministry. Pretty normal isn't it!' Harry yelled now dragging himself and his rather heavy trunk downstairs, followed by a muffled hooting from inside his trunk. 'Will you shut that bloody pigeon up?!' Uncle Vernon yelled, puffing out his chest to open the door to great the Weasleys, but Harry knew otherwise, it was to see if they really had a limousine. Uncle Vernon opened the door to find Mr Weasley in his best golfer top, hat and some jeans, which reminded Harry of what Mr Weasley was wearing when they went to the Quidditch tournament between Ireland and Bulgaria. Mr Weasley, unlike Uncle Vernon, was surveying the doorbell and trying to find the plug, while the other Weasleys were leaning on the car laughing. 'Would you straighten up man! We don't want any funny business, just take the boy and go to what ever this ruddy case is!' Uncle Vernon said pushing Harry out the door and slamming it shut. 'Surely your Uncle is coming back to say goodbye?' Mr Weasley said observing the crystal door handle. 'I wouldn't bet it with me Mr Weasley, you'd lose. I have to live with him, he's never polite, and I don't really care. What I do care about is why the Ministry want me? I didn't do anything!' Harry said questioning Mr Weasley. 'I'll tell you in the car, Harry. Too many people listening,' Mr Weasley said while peering towards the little lady sticky-beaking over the hedge.

Harry pulled his trunk towards the car and brought it inside, so he could get Hedwig out before she suffocated from pulling in all the air hooting. 'It's ok Hedwig,' He said pulling her out of the trunk. 'It's ok it's o- OW!' Hedwig obviously wasn't impressed with Harry's intentions, so she bit him on the finger.

'Now Harry, I don't honestly know why you are going to a hearing, but it isn't anything bad. Now we have Amelia bones as the Minister of Magic, even if you had done something, you would get a fair trial!' Mr Weasley said while trying to wrestle a lolly from Ginny's hands. 'Ginny dear, give me the lolly, it could be one of your brothers toffees!' 'I know that, that's why I was trying to put it in my pocket!' 'Ginny.. I didn't see you at my place? Where were you?' Harry asked 'Well your.. cousin apparently thought I was pretty, so I hid in the car..' Ginny finished blushing. 'His opinion would change if he knew you were a witch!' Harry laughed and Ginny poked her tongue at Harry.

This was the first time he knew he had laughed since before Sirius died. Maybe going back to Hogwarts was exactly what he needed.