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Why am I having doubts?
I know what this would mean. Not just to me, to my family.
After what happened last time surely this is the right thing to do?
The thing to ensure that he succeeds.
The one thing.
I mean I knew all along that this would be hard. That it would be hard, that it would take time.
But I know what I have to do.
I always have.
It's the only way.
Making someone like you.
Its not easy and what need is big. I doubt even his closest friends know.
So why would he tell me?
Because I'm the "pretty girl", he just met. I think that's what the reason is supposed to be.
Do I regret saying that I could do this?
Maybe, I dunno it's strange.
But knew what I was getting myself into. Maybe not everything but I knew basically.
I didn't know that I may end up liking him. That we would actually become friends.
That makes all this harder to do but I have to do it.
I'll continue as planned.
The next day Harry woke early. He dressed and checked that he had packed all the things in his trunk, double-checking that he had not left anything in his room at Privet Drive. He wasn't sure when the Weasleys or whoever was coming would come. So he had to be prepared. He has also decided that he was going to tell Ron and Hermione about the prophecy. He had to. They were always within him. After him, they were they people that it would affect the most. They had to know. In a way, they had a right to.
Harry was sat on his bed when he heard a knock at the door. Uncle Vernon answered it. Harry left his room and stood on the landing trying to see what was going on. At the door stood Mrs Figg. Harry was slightly confused. What was Mrs Fig doing here? He listened to see what was going on.
'I've come to collect Harry' she said to uncle Vernon.
'Why?' he asked 'I thought he was going to those Weasley people.'
'He is but I've come to get him for them.'
'So- so you're one of them?' Uncle Vernon asked sounding a mixture of nervous and angry.
'Well, no. we just know each other.' Mrs Figg said.
Harry made his way down the stairs at this.
'Hello Mrs Figg' Harry said as he reached the bottom.
'Hello Harry, have you got your things ready?' Harry nodded 'Oh good. They're going to come and get you from mine.'
'Ok, I'll just get my trunk. And before we leave can I go and say goodbye to Elana?'
'Yes I suppose you can. But be quick they'll be here soon.'
Harry got his trunk and went round to Elanas Mrs Figg following close behind
Harry went around to the Ackerleys to say goodbye to Elana but he found the house empty. Harry found this confusing Elana hadn't said anything about going anywhere. She would have said wouldn't she? He wrote a note for her and posted it through the letterbox.
Elana,
I came round to see you this morning before I left but you weren't in. I'll see you soon. I'll send Hedwig when I know if we're going to Diagon Ally.
Write to me when you've been sorted.
If not I'll see you on September the first on the Hogwarts Express.
Miss you already,
Harry
Harry looked at the note. Maybe she'd get the wrong idea form the last sentence but he didn't care. He did miss her. He liked her. A lot.
'are you ready Harry?' Mrs Figg asked.
Harry nodded. He turned from the Ackerleys front door and followed Mrs Figg up the road to her house.
'So have you been spending a lot of time with the new family?' she asked.
'yeah. I'm round there most of the time. They're great. They are so kind, they've kinda taken me in, they don't mind me being there. Not like the Dursleys.'
'their magical aren't they?'
'yeah, how did you know?' Harry asked.
'Most people around here think that you're a mad delinquent, if they weren't and they'd heard the stories then they wouldn't have taken to you like that. Most people around here are so judgemental, they never look below the surface to see what's really going on.' Mrs Figg said the last part quite bitterly. Harry guessed that the neighbours thought her quite weird.
'So Mrs Figg, why am I going to yours?' Harry asked as they started to walk up the path towards Mrs Figgs front door.
'Because Dumbledore arranged a portkey from here to the burrow. Where you will be spending the rest of the summer.'
'Ok.' Harry said.
'Have you travelled by portkey before?' she asked as they entered her house.
'Yeah, a couple of times.' Harry said.
'Oh good so you know what your doing then. Take this.' she handed Harry a chipped mug to Harry. She looked at her watch 'we're just in time. Get ready Harry. You're going to go in 3.…… 2.……..1.'
Harry felt the familiar tug behind his navel as he was transported to the Weasleys Kitchen.
A/N: so that was chapter five. I was doing this instead of doing my college work. Maybe I should go and do that. Maybe you should press the review button too.