Thanks to all my reviewers!

The next night, at 7.00pm, after another day of back-breaking labour, Harry once again sat in his room, now with a small sandwich and a cool glass of water for his finished chores.

Sipping the water greedily, the air still very humid in Britain at the time, he found a folded note sitting on his bed, in an unfamiliar scrawl stating,

'The Burrow. One hour, Potter. Be ready.'

Harry quickly started to put away the few of his belongings that had been sitting out into his trunk. He was barely able to shut it, but still, he had to tell his relatives that he was leaving, and that they should perhaps hire a gardener to finish the small shed he had been building for them.

He ran down the stairs, nearly running into Uncle Vernon himself.

"Watch where you are going, boy." He spat.

Even though he had been slightly better to Harry, it was hard to break fourteen years worth of habits in less than a month.

"Sorry, Uncle Vernon...I'm just letting you know that I am going to go my friend Ron's house for the rest of the summer. And someone is going to pick me up in about an hour from now."

At this, Uncle Vernon's little eyes nearly came bulging out.

"Those.Those PEOPLE are coming here?!?" His eyes now full of fear. What if they thought he had been treating the boy badly?

"That's right." said Harry with a grin.

At this, Uncle Vernon ran off, obviously trying to find some way of getting out of the house without arising suspicion, and Harry smiled cheerily before lugging his trunk down the stairs, grabbing a quick apple from the fruit bowl,a nd he sat on the stairs waiting.

Fifty minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door, and Harry slowly got out his wand from his pocket, before walking over to the door and opening it, finding Alastor Moody and Nymphadora Tonks standing, the first searching the area for any danger and the second standing casually with bubblegum pink hair.

"Hello Potter, you ready?" Moody's deep voice grumbled, making it slightly hard to make out what he was saying.

Harry stared at him, and pointed his wand between the man's eyes.

"How do I know who you say you are?"

Moody nodded approvingly, but seeing that Harry was not relenting, told him something that could only prove to be Mad-Eye Moody.

"I told you last summer to not keep your wand in your back pocket." He grumbled, and Tonks grinned and winked at a blushing Harry, who put his wand in his trouser pocket

"Potter, we haven't got much time. Our portkey is going to be turned on in around 30 seconds. I'll take hold of your trunk, Tonks, you hold onto the owl, and we'll be there soon." Moody informed him. He then held out an old sock.

They stood there silently, having shut the door, and Harry gave Tonks a quick glance, finding Sirius' eyes looking back at him. Swallowing hard, he gathered his emotions. Suddenly Moody started to count down. "10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1.now!"

Harry felt the familiar feeling of a hook in his naval, thrusting him forward. His vision blurring, his finger stuck onto the sock, like it had been stuck on with extra super, super glue.

Suddenly, he fell into the familiar living room that was in 12 Grimmauld Place.

Tonks helped Harry, who had fallen ungracefully down onto the ground with Hedwig on top of him, up, and greeted him properly for the first time.

"Hi Tonks, how have things been?" Harry asked, knowing this sounded a little lame.

"Well, nothing much, but I have told Mrs Weasley that you are coming. Though maybe a little later than this. But still, we'll get you out of here; I know what it's like to want to get back to friends. The good old days..."

Harry gave a small smile.

"Now Potter," Moody started again, and Harry truned to face him, "this is very important. I'll go first, then you, then Tonks. Once again, I'll carry the trunk, Tonks, you carry the bird. You got it."

They nodded silently.

"Good. Now I'll go."

He took a handful of Floo powder. "THE BURROW." He yelled, and suddenly, he was gone.

Tonks pushed Harry towards the fire. Again, he took a handful of Floo Powder.

"THE BURROW." He stated clearly, and just as he believed he would throw up his small dinner, he felt Mrs Weasley grab him into a bear hug, although he had not been aware of arriving.

After a minute, Mrs Weasley told him, "Ron and Hermione are up in his room. Go on up, dear."

Just before he went up, he could see Tonks emerging from the fireplace.

Harry went up the stairs quickly, barely making any noise.

He soon made it to Ron's door.

But just as he was about to go in, he heard a whisper. It was Hermione.

"Ron, do you think we should tell Harry? I mean, he's our best friend." There was silence, then he heard Ron say, "No...he's got a lot on his plate..."

"But he deserves to know..."

"...maybe, but that'll just have to wait for a while. We'll sit him down and explain..."

"Explain what?" Harry asked, pushing the door open, and he met two pairs of guilty eyes.

"Well...um...we..." Hermione started, and Harry was sure he had never seen her so uncomfortable.

"Are you two going out?" Harry asked quietly, and slowly they both nodded.

"How long?"

"T-two months..." Ron said bravely, and Harry nodded.

"I thought so...I thought that we could always share secrets, and this is one hell of a big one...I see I'm not needed here. I'll see you both some other time."

He left the room, his eyes reflecting the pain that he had suffered. Secrets had ruined him too much, and left him so little.

As quietly as he could, he made his way downstairs, rushed past Ginny, who looked at him, startled, grabbed his trunk and Hedgwig, then threw a handfull of Floo Powder into the fire, and yelled "12 GRIMMAULD PLACE!"

I hope you all like the changes...I figured Harry wouldn't want to shout himself hoarse...and calmness is more effective.