Just as Harry was about to write a letter to the Wesley's he found himself bombarded by a tiny owl that was fluttering around him. It was Pig. The owl was rather small and tiny. It had the habit of moving to quickly for its own good. At times it was known to pass out from excitement. It had small violent red eyes that seemed to be constantly shaking. Harry was reminded of Luna Lovegood for some odd reason. The undersized owl perched itself on Harry's shoulder and threw his leg out. Harry pulled from it a small piece of parchment. He read aloud to himself:

Dear Harry,

Mum and Dad sent a letter the muggle way but I wasn't sure if you had received it or not. I decided best to send Pig over. If you can't come than fine and I will see you on the train. If you can come than send word back with Pig and I will see ya around three today. Dad is going to pick you up after work if he can if not we will just get Fred and George to come and get you with the car.

P.S. Hermione is already here. You will not believe who else is here is well. See ya soon, hopefully.

-Ron.

Harry turned the parchment that Harry had written on and scribbled the word sure down slowly. He tied it back to the owl's leg and sent it out. He thought that he would be filled with a sense of happiness to leave Pivet Drive-as he usually was. He remembered every time he had wished to escape the house. Now he had a reason to stay. Aunt Petunia was like a mother to him and he could barely think of leaving her. Then he thought of how much she said she loved her husband and son. He decided then that Aunt Petunia would be fine.

As Harry began to pack he realized how much stuff he would need for his sixth year in addition to the books he would have to buy. As he cleaned he realized that his robed were now a few inches too small. His potion ingredients were running low then he remembered that he would not be taking potions this year. The same empty felling of failure that filled him every time he went thought about potions. He could already see the cruel smile of Snape-the potions master whose hate for Harry is matched only by Harry's hate for him. He packed all his things into the trunks and laid himself back down to sleep.

Harry dreamed of Hogwarts that night. He dreamed about its warm atmosphere and it's cruelly long hallways. He yearned to sleep in the four poster bed. He wished that he could sit by the lakeside with Ron and Hermione. He craved to sit in the great hall and to explore the country side. He even missed his classes. He dreamed of Hogwarts every night. It never left his mind.

When Harry woke up it was ten-thirty. The sound of voices filled the room; the yells of Uncle Vernon at the television and Aunt Petunia crying over Dudley. Harry snorted to himself; it was as if nothing had changed. Something-of course-had changed. Harry knew this but he was unsure if Aunt Petunia could grasp it. For all these years Harry had hated Number Four Pivet Drive yet it seemed now-to Harry-a great thing to leave. He did want to see the Wesley's and he wished nothing more than to return to Hogwarts but he would, for the first time in his life, would yearn to be back in this house when he left it. Even if Aunt Petunia did not know it was enough for Harry for him to know. He heard the loving goodbye from Mr. Dursley as he left for work. Harry wonders what he would say if he was to give him a hug?

Yes, Harry would miss this house.

The next few hours passed without much incident save one. Harry, before two o' clock no lest, used magic. It was not to escape nor was it to hurt the Dursleys. He could not see that it had been any magic of is own. He knew however that magic had happened in the house and was unsure of why. It had been at lunch.

For the first time that summer had a meal with his "family". He also for the first time noticed how different Dudley looked. He was of course still the size of a baby whale but he seemed to have more muscle. Harry thought about how many the kids must hate Dudley, he had once hated Dudley. Now, Dudley seemed more of a pest than something to hate. He stared at his cousin and wondered what he had seen that day when the Dementors had attacked.

"Dudders do eat your grapefruit," Aunt Petunia was hovering over the table. The school nurse once again had sent Dudley home with instructions that plainly said lose weight. Aunt Petunia could find only on diet that would work. She allowed Dudley to have what ever wanted to eat, which usually included a hamburger covered in bacon and several choice sweets, if he followed it with a healthy snack. Harry of course found this diet laughable but as with everything with her son Aunt Petunia was unable to see the truth. What Harry had not known was that he had snorted out loud when Aunt Petunia had tried to give Dudley his grapefruit. It was all Uncle Vernon, who had come home for lunch, needed.

"May I ask, boy, what so ruddy funny is?" His voice was loud and carried throughout the entire house. There was that usual tone of superiority that Uncle Vernon had when he spoke to Harry. Harry kept his head down and muttered to himself that Mr. Wesley would be there in no less than two hours.

"What did you say?" By this time Dudley had turned around and was staring at Harry. Watching Harry get harassed was much better than eating some grapefruit. Harry said what he had muttered again with a slight bit of tenacity in his voice. Aunt Petunia left the room quickly and Dudley became more interested. For a moment Uncle Vernon raised his hand to slap Harry then it seemed his hand eased its way down unwillingly.

"I think I will wait in my room." Harry stormed out of the kitchen and passed Aunt Petunia in the hallway. He was filled with certain contempt for her. What kind of person would watch that take place? "Not a good one!" Harry assured himself. She followed him and gave him a few reassuring words that he would still go to the Wesley's. As Harry curved around the steps he felt fourteen years of hatred that they both knew no amount of letters and morning breakfasts' would fix.

"Go to hell! I know very well that I am still going to the Wesley's house. I hate you and your husband. You sit there and watch this torture. I hate you and everything about you. If I could I would never come back into this house," There were tears in Aunt Petunia's eyes. Harry felt some odd satisfaction as he continued up the steps. When he got into the room he was completely frantic. What would happen when Mr. Wesley showed up? Would he leave Harry here for his behavior? Did he really hate his Aunt and Uncle? Where they going to order him out of their house. What time is it?

"This is the worst day of my life. What time is it? Why the hell do I have to stay in this house," He waited for a moment. He could here in the distance his Uncle and Aunt screaming." God, she is defending me! I hate myself. How could I have said those things to her?"

Harry sat there for a great while feeling sad for himself and his Aunt. She was defending him. What was Uncle Vernon planning that Aunt Petunia finally said no?

As it always goes when one is feeling bad for themselves they stop worrying about time and it passes rather quickly. It seemed to Harry that only a few seconds had passed when he heard the sound of a knock at the front door. He stood up and walked out of the room. He went slowly and stopped at the top of the steps. He would not go down the steps unless he was sure he was leaving.

Aunt Petunia came slowly from the kitchen and wiped down her face. Harry could only see that there where tears in her eyes. He felt horrible. She opened the door with a smile on her face. As Harry saw who was at the door there was a slight jump in his heart. Standing at the door was not only tall and balding Mr. Weasley but his two best friends. On the left stood a young girl of 16. She had bushy hair that Harry noticed was longer than usual. Her eyes were brown as well and she was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. Harry noticed for the first time that Hermoine was pretty. On the right of Mr. Weasley stood a young boy who looked like the man he was standing next to. He was just as tall-and would undeniably be taller soon-and had the same bright red hair yet all of his was in tact. Harry could barely believe that they were there.

"Is Harry home?" Mr. Weasley asked with a great grin on his face. He was looking around the house from the door and itching to be let in. Mr. Weasley loved muggles. Aunt Petunia stood still for a moment and then she ushered them in. Harry got up and went into his room. He couldn't wait to leave the house with Ron and Hermione. He began to pull his trunk and Hedwig's cage out of the room. As he reached the steps he heard from a yell for him from downstairs.

"Harry!" It was the voice of Ron. He was hushed by Hermione and Harry could imagine told off for his rudeness. Harry chuckled as he reached the last step. He could see Ron and Hermione sitting in the living room. He thought of how surreal it was that they were in this house.

"I am in here!" The words came out louder than he expected them. He had meant for them to be quiet and lovely. Ron and Hermione were soon standing in front of him. None of them said anything. It was as if they needed a moment to let it sink in. The trio was back together. Mr. Weasley soon joined them followed by a laughing Aunt Petunia.

"Well, Harry I think that it is time for us to go. I would love to say hello to your Uncle and Cousin but your Aunt has told me they are out," Harry stopped for a moment. He knew that Uncle Vernon and Dudley were not out. She had lied for them. He looked at his Aunt and he understood. She loved her family the way Harry loved Ron and Hermione. She-like he-would do anything to save them. This was there goodbye.

Ron, Hermione, Harry and Mr. Weasley soon left Number Four Pivet Drive and were standing on the immaculate lawn. Harry was staring at nothing. There was no car or broom. No clear form of transportation.

"How did you all get here?" Harry never tired of asking questions when dealing with magical aspects of life. He had missed out on ten years of magical life. Mr. Weasley picked up from the ground a small red ink pen and put it out.

"Oh, port key. Did Fudge agree to that?" Harry asked and was surprised that he did not get an answer. He got a laugh. Hermione, Ron and Mr. Weasley all laughed as if what Harry had said was terribly funny.

"Harry, Fudge was fired months ago. Clearly, you have not been reading the Daily Prophet. He was fired soon after the summer break started. Took a while to find a replacement" Hermione had stopped and put her hand on the pen. Ron joined her.

"Of course they asked Dumbledore but he refused to leave Hogwarts. He said that government was no place for a man his age. They went through a number of candidates and finally that chose Susan Bones," Mr.Weasley added as Harry grabbed the key. He was not surprised that Fudge had been fired. He had made the mistake of ignoring the return of Lord Voldemort. "One…Two…Three…," Harry felt the familiar hook pull at his belly button as he disappeared in a swirl of color and sound.

When their eyes were no longer bluured by color and there ears filled with sound and fury; they landed on a small patch of grass. The grass was pretnaturally soft and Harry couldn't help but notice that it was too green. Ron and Hermoine were still recovering from the fall and Mr. Weasley was already standing above them. In the distance he could see the Burrow. The house was rather large, Harry was sure that a few rooms had been added magically since the last time he was there. It had a rather odd look as if two different architects had helped build it. The top was bright red and the bottom a clear scarlett. There was smoke coming from the three chimneys.

"I am going to apparate to the house. So much to do! You kids can walk. It will give you a chance to talk; once you get to the house Molly will have you working in the garden for tommorow," He poofed away with a small pop. Harry, Hermoine and Ron got up from the ground.

"What is going on?" Harry asked with a look of aw on his face. He still could not belive that he was here with Ron and Hermoine. He still had three weeks of vacation. It is going to be the best.

"Harry, you don't know! Well, I suppose that you will know soon enough. Ron…couldn't you tell him,"Hermoine was rather shaky. He had never seen her so unsettled. What could make her feel that way?

"Oh, Hermoine stop being so girly. It is nothing Harry but I just didn't think it was important enough to put in a letter. I mean it is nothing so important. I mean everyone will be there. I think all of the Order will be there and some Gringotts people," Harry couldn't stand the antcipation. Was there going to be some huge Order meeting? Would he finally be able to attend? "Bill is getting married tommorow to Fleur Delacour."