Disclaimer: JKR's the genius, certainly not I.

Chapter 1

The sun reflected in his eye like a tiny, fluttering golden snitch. Harry didn't move momentarily mesmerized by the shimmering gold ball that his eye formed when he squinted into the light.

'Why am I starving, I ate about 10 chocolate frogs last night before bed.' he wondered. It was rumbling in a way that sounded like Grawp's snoring. Harry reached over and took his glasses off the night table. He fell back onto his pillow and rested his right arm under his head. He started to think about how excited he was too see the Weasley's. He smiled at the thought of Mrs. Weasley's home cooking, Mr. Weasley's endless questions about Harry's muggle family, and Ginny. When her face popped into his head he got another awkward feeling in the pit of his stomach. He groaned knowing that it certainly wasn't a hunger pain but he was starting to fancy her. When this started happening he couldn't be positive. He knew she was supposed to be like a sister to him but they never developed that kind of relationship. He started smiling when he thought of how her long red hair made her stand out in a crowd of 20 other girls, the way she could hex Ron so bad he turned white with just a warning. 'God I cant wait to get to the Burrow.' He thought.

He suddenly shot out of bed realizing today's the day. His last day at the Dursley's has finally come. Looking around the room he saw his trunk filled, the walls empty and the shelves bear. Right under his window he had a set of decrepit old luggage that Aunt Petunia had snuck in from, his old room and now storage closet, the cubbard under the stairs.

With a quick glance at his clock he saw that he only had two more hours at number 4 Privet Drive. At that moment of realization he really felt as if all of his problems had lifted off his shoulder. It was time to move on. "It's time to move on." He spoke out loud.

Harry grabbed the clothes he had laid out for himself the night before and started to put them on.

As he pulled his shirt down there was a knock on his door.

"Come in." Harry said. The door opened and he leaned over and started to make his bed. He heard his aunt come in and sigh. Harry turned around a saw found his aunt staring at him with a soft face. His heart lifted when he saw the look on her face but when she saw he noticed, she turned it back into the uptight severe look that could give McGonagall a run for her money. Harry turned back to making his bed.

"Harry, there is a bloody owl the size of a small ball in my bedroom and if your uncle comes upstairs and see's that in there he'll send you out of this house without any of your things." She said.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He muttered.

"What time are you leaving?" she asked

"I'm about to find out the time as soon as I retrieve the owl." he answered with an edge in his voice.

"And where are u going?" She said. He noticed her voice got a bit softer and when he quickly looked up he saw the look on her face was back.

"Ottery St. Catchpole for now, London in about 2 weeks." He said now pretending to open his trunk to look for something.

"Very Well" Aunt Petunia said and softly shut the door behind her.

Harry sat down on his bed, grabbing his sneakers to put on so he could finish getting ready and he then go fetch Pig from the other bedroom.

"You're mother would be proud." Harry looked up at the door and saw the shadow of Aunt Petunia's feet walk quickly away. Harry smiled and for the first time in 16 years felt grateful towards his mothers sister.

Harry grabbed Pig and took the rolled up parchment off his leg.

"Stand still you bloody bird!" he exclaimed while the bird fidgeted in his hand. After struggling he got the parchment free from Pig's small leg and she shot off towards Hedwig's open cage for some water.

Harry,

Mum's been up since five this morning cleaning up my room and putting Fred's bed in here. Hermione's getting the twins old room. I hope you realize that this means I'VE BEEN UP SINCE FIVE THIS BLOODY MORNING BECAUSE OF YOU! She's just about finished so you can apparate here with your bags as soon as your ready. See you soon mate.

Ron

'Well this is it' Harry thought as he put the letter down and stared at his doorway. He was going to go thank his Uncle.

Harry proceeded down the stairs and slow as he could, not really sure what he was about to say. He walked into the kitchen with his heart thumping. Uncle Vernon heard him enter and moved his newspaper out from in front of his face.

"What are you still doing here, boy? I thought you were finally out of my life." He spat out looking at his nephew in disgust. Aunt Petunia turned around from her spot in front of the stove and watched Harry, suspicious about what he's up to.

"Erm, well, um, Uncle Vernon. . . I just want to. . . thank you for your generosity and hospitality over the past 16 years." Harry said carefully not losing eye contact with his uncle.

Uncle Vernon sat for a second shocked. He furrowed his brow then spoke. "You have brought this house and everyone in it, grief and aggravation. Get out of my house, boy. And don't ever look back."

Harry's head snapped towards Aunt Petunia who was looking at Vernon with shock. She turned her head to him and nodded her head silently saying 'Your Welcome'. He nodded back and turned upstairs and walked away from the only family he never knew.

He stood in his room, looking at his watch. It was time to go. With one last look around the room, he knew what he had to do. 'There's no turning back from here.' he thought.

With a loud CRACK he was being hurtled from Surrey to Ottery St. Cathpole to be with his true family.

To Be Continued. . . .

Authors Note: Well there's the first chapter. Next chapter will be from Ron's point of view at the burrow. Still not too positive as to where im going with this but please review and let me know if I should continue. And thank you to those who did update (the 2 of you people who I don't already know!) If Im not up significantly in reviews by next week, I may not continue with this so its important to tell me what u think! By the way I apologize about the set up of the story. Im not sure how to do it yet. And yes, Harry's going to be happy. He deserves it by now in my eyes!