Harry smiled as he thought of that memory, I am so glad to get out of here. He finished putting the last of his books in his trunk and closed it up. Harry sighed as he looked around his room for anything he might have missed, but came up with nothing. He was leaving at three o'clock for a stay at the Weasley's house and he was anxious to leave.

Being at the Dursley's after the "incident" wasn't very fun and he couldn't wait to get out of there. Being away from them would be good for him; Harry decided, it was always good for him before.

Now it was only 5:12 in the morning and Harry still had HOURS left sitting there waiting to leave. Harry sighed, as he laid down in his bed, hoping that he could actually sleep. He hadn't been much of a sleeper over the past few weeks; Harry felt like there were too many things going threw his mind to be able to sleep. But oddly enough, knowing that he was going to get away from the Dursley's was comfort enough as Harry drifted off to sleep.

"HARRY!" he turned around and there was Hermione going in for a hug. "It's good to see you. How are you?" she asked this with genuine concern, but Harry couldn't help but feel a little bit annoyed by this continuously asked question.

"Hey, we'd better get going upstairs before my mom finds out you're here already, Harry; she'll start—" Ron was cut off as his mother came flying in the room.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Harry was here? Oh dear, how are you? I've been so worried about you! We all heard about that incident with your uncle." Mrs. Weasley was smiling at Harry in a sympathetic way, which wasn't annoying coming from Mrs. Weasley. He was still kind of ashamed about everyone knowing what happened with his uncle, but the shame was short lived.

Harry even managed a smile as he replied back, "Err, I am fine Mrs. Weasley really. No..No need to worry."

"Er, uh Harry, Hermione and I should all go upstairs mom and get settled in." Ron quickly added before his mother could say a word.

"Well, I guess that would be a good idea, but we'll talk later dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed with a chippery tone, but the teenagers were already going up the stairs before she even finished her sentence.

As Hermione closed the door to Ron's room Harry looked about for anything different, but everything in the room was the same. The same Quidditch players in orange were still posted across Ron's walls and the same small bed was still in the same place. The way that Ron's room never changes always amuses Harry, but his amusement was put on hold as Hermione returned from closing the door.

"What happened with your uncle, Harry?"

Harry didn't exactly know how to explain what happened. I mean he didn't want to just flat out say, I had a mental breakdown and then made my uncle's head shrink! So instead he just put it simply and answered, "He asked me what was the matter with me and I told him." Harry could see their eyes get wide with shock. They were probably amazed at how stupid Harry was for telling his relatives all of that, but Harry knew it was stupid and he didn't need them telling him that.

"What exactly did you tell him?" inquired Ron who was quite obviously trying to ask his question delicately.

"Well, I just said that Sirius died."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up as she quickly responded, "Really? You would get that mad just by telling him that?"

Harry sighed; he knew that he was going to have to tell them every little detail of what happened. "Well I may have mentioned a little bit about Voldemort trying to kill me five times." He continued to tell them the rest of what happened, but shed some good humor on the story so it wasn't totally embarrassing.

When he was finished Ron was smiling and shaking his head, "'Bout time you showed those muggles who they're messing with."

"Ron, you know Harry shouldn't get himself into trouble like that!"

"It's not like I mean to; it just happens. Just be glad I don't get angry that often." Harry added with a smile. He was a lot happier now that he was with his best friends and Harry was finally starting to feel like he was going to be okay.

The stay with Ron went by faster than could ever be imaginable. It was the best time Harry had since Sirius had died and he knew that Hermione and Ron were just trying to make this time easier. And they did, the entire stay was full of jokes and warm dinners with the entire family. Before Harry knew it, it was time to go to platform nine and three-quarters.

"Harry and Ron, did you remember to pack all of your books?"

"Yeah, they are all in here, Mrs. Weasley." She smiled at Harry and mumbled words of approval before scurrying along and getting the other children ready.

"Fred and George gave me some of there newest products, it's called Blinding Butterscotch and Clowning Caramel." Ron exclaimed excitedly, gave Harry a smirk, "Maybe we should try them out on Malfoy, I'd bet that would be enjoyable."

After everyone and their luggage were piled cozily into the car, the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry all set off for the train station, anxious to see their old friends.

"Er uh, so Harry, what's new with you?" asked Mr. Weasley rather uncomfortably. For some reason, the whole entire Weasley family was wary of asking Harry how he was doing. Probably because they were afraid he was going to throw another "temper tantrum". Harry's cheeks grew slightly pink as he thought about what happened. He had tried not to be ashamed, but he was.

"Nothing really, just glad to be going back to Hogwarts."

The conversation continued to go on like this until finally, they had reached the train station and were guided towards the platform. Things went as usual; two by two all of the Weasleys started disappearing into the platform. Then, it was Harry and Ron's turn to go and for some reason, Harry half expected something to happen, like what happened in his second year when the gate seemed to be blocked.

Nothing did happen, however, and so Hermione, Ron and Harry all went to there usual private compartment in the back of the train and settled in. As the train started moving slowly away, all three of them waved goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, until she Apparated away.

"So who you reckon is going to be our new Dark Arts teacher?" questioned Ron as he turned back to face Harry.

"I don't care who it is, I am just glad that it won't be Miss Umbridge!" said Harry remembering that horrid women who had tried to take over the school.

"Ugh, don't remind me of that pompous woman," cried Hermione. Harry knew that she was thinking about the time that Miss Umbridge yelled at her.

Just then there was noise coming from the compartment in front of theirs and all three of them listened intently for signs that it might be Malfoy and his two cronies Crab and Goyle. As someone drew closer, they were all grasping there wands to get ready for him to walk threw the door.

"The second he opens it, blast him!" whispered Ron who was clearly going to enjoy this. Mere seconds later the door swung open and three spells hit the person in the doorway.

Harry's face grew pale as he saw that this wasn't Malfoy at all, it was a delicate blonde girl who was now sprawled on the floor.