Well here's another chapter already. That was bloody quick. Yeah well they just come out. Even when I'm tired and half asleep. Hmmm... wonder what that's about. Anyways, please read and enjoy. And don't forget to comment. Thank you all my faithful readers. I appericate every comment you make!-Ace

Dedication: I dedicate this story, just like all my other Harry ones, to Connie! Thank you for being my best friend. I can't wait until we move to London. Maybe one day the two of us will be sitting at a little cafe on some back street drinking coffee and I'll be hit with brillant idea for a series about wizards and begin writing the future award winning novel on napkins. Hehehe! Or maybe not but either way we will be in London and that's all that really matter. That and being together. I love you Connie Potter!

Chapter 5: Packing

Harry stomped on the stairs as he drug his trunk behind him.

"Be quiet." Uncle Vernon yelled as Harry ascended the stairs. Harry turned and glared at his uncle. Vernon gave a small frightened smile. "Sorry. Just a suggestion." Then made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a much needed brandy.

Harry had just gotten back from the train. The ride home had been painful as it usually was. He had left his home to return to the hell hole he had lived in for near 16 years. His uncle and aunt had said nothing to him on the way back from the station. Harry knew they didn't want him there. They never had. But this year they had made a promise. A promise to someone they knew was in high respect in the wizarding world and could do a whole lot to them if they didn't comply. Someone they didn't know was no longer but a moving picture on a wall. Harry was furious with them as always but in little then an hour or so, he would no longer be under their roof. He would be gone never to return.

Harry tramped past Dudley's room where he could hear the sounds of more then one TV playing and pushed open the door to the smallest bedroom that had once been Dudley's second bedroom and full of all the broken TVs, games, and computers. Not much lay around the room. A few old textbooks, a roll of parchment, an empty bottle of ink, and a bent and broken old quill lay within his sight. Harry dropped his trunk in front of his closet and put Hedwig's cage down on his desk. Then he threw open his trunk.

It was sad how his whole life could be held in a trunk. His most prized possessions laid there in front of him. His broomstick, his photo album, his invisibility cloak, and a picture of him and Ginny that he had gotten Colin Creevy to take, stared up at him. He picked up the picture of him and Ginny and looked at it closely. He had his arm around her and her red lips were curved into a huge smile. They both looked so happy. Then Harry frowned and threw the framed picture back into is trunk.

"I'm sorry Ginny."

Within in the hour, Harry had collect everything of his from the room. The closet was empty, the dresser was empty, the desk was empty, even the space under the floor boards had been emptied. It was time for him to say goodbye.

Harry grabbed Hegwig's cage and the handle of his trunk then headed down the stairs. When Aunt Petunia heard the banging of the trunk against the stairs, she came out of the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing? As long as you are living under my our roof you will not be rude. And that is very rude." She scolded wiping her hand on her apron. "Oh shove it." Harry replied looking at his aunt over the banister as he descended the stairs. Petunia's mouth dropped open. Harry put down Hedwig and his trunk and stepped toward his aunt when he reached the bottom of the stairs. "You can take all your rules and all your comments and stuff them. I'm leaving and I am never coming back."

"But...but you can't. Dumbledore said you couldn't leave. Not until you came of age. That's why we're stuck with you." Petunia stuttered as Harry pulled out his wand.

"Yeah well things change. And that is one of them." Harry said pointing his wand at his very skinny aunt. She took another step back. Harry stood there, in that threatening manner, for but a minute. But that was all it took. Petunia stood there shaking as Harry grabbed Hedwig and his trunk and made his way out the front door.

"Thanks for everything." Harry said in pure sarcasm as he slammed the door behind him. He took his wand and with a loud popping sound he, Hedwig and his trunk disappeared just as Uncle Vernon opened the door to yell at him.

The remain four Weasley's were just finishing up dinner over the discussion of wedding details with Bill and Fleur when Ginny heard a knock at the door. Mr. Weasley stopped in mid-sentence.

"I wonder who that could be?" He made a move to stand up but Ginny beat him to it.

"I'll get it Dad." Ginny said exiting the kitchen happy to be away from all the phlegm. Mrs. Weasley looked over at her husband nervously. They both knew protection spells had been placed around the acres of the Burrow and only those who knew which spells had been cast knew the secrets of getting through. But even so, both parents were worried about their family but that is the way of being a family. You worry about one another.

Ginny walked up to the door and turned the handle. Since her and Ron had had a talk earlier she was feeling okay about things but she was also forming a plan in her head too. She was not a little girl and would not be treated as one no matter what he stupid brother said.

As the door opened, Ginny's eyes flew open. There, standing with Hedwig's cage in one hand and his wand in the other, was Harry.

"Hhharry? What are you doing here?" she asked with a stutter.

"I've come for the summer." He said with a small smile. He tried to act like nothing had ever come of them. Like they had never spent time cuddled together on the common room floor by the fire or hung around the locker room after quidditch practice snogging. But it was hard. Harder then the most complicated potion when all his heart wanted him to do was to take her into his arms and kiss her full on the mouth.

Ginny shook her head. "Of course you have. Well come in." She said and moved back to let him enter as she took Hedwig's cage.

"Thanks." Harry said and pulled his trunk into the house, closing the door behind him.

"Ginny, who is it?" Mr. Weasley yelled from the kitchen.

"It's Harry, Dad." She shouted in return. She head chairs move and fall to the floor and soon everyone who had been sitting at the table was now in the entryway.

"Harry what are you doing here? How did you get here? We didn't expect you until the end of the month right before Bill's wedding." Mrs. Weasley said rapidly. She knew she probably didn't want to hear how everything had come about.

"Mrs. Weasley I know I'm supposed to be at th Dursley's but I refuse. I will not go back." Harry said sternly. Mrs. Weasley twisted the end of her apron while the rest of the dinner group watched, knowing what Dumbledore had said.

"But Harry Dumbledore wanted you to stay because of the protection of your family." she said stepping forward making Ginny fall back next to Ron who had a knowing look upon his face.

"He must have known about this." Ginny thought, an angry look overcoming her face as she crossed her arms.

"They are not my family." Harry said strongly. Mr. Weasley was about to speak when Harry added, "And I will not, no matter what the punishment is, go back. Dumbledore is not here to tell me what to do."

Mr. Weasley sighed. "Alright Harry. I understand. Why don't you and Ron take your things up to his room and then come and grab something to eat?" Mr. Weasley suggested taking his wife's hand before she could protest and giving it a reassuring pat.

Ron jumped grabbed Hedwig's cage and he and Harry made their way to the stairs. Bill, Fleur, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley head for the kitchen. When Ginny was alone she slipped quietly slipped out the front door.

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Hermione walked into her room and dropped her purse on her bed. She was home, but not for long. She had gotten in late last night and went out to dinner with her parents. It was a welcome home dinner as well as a goodbye dinner. Tomorrow morning she would leave again to spend the summer with the Weasleys. McGonagall and the other members of the Order thought this would be the best for her considering all that had happened. Harry was supposed to join them in time for Bill's wedding.

Hermione hated to leave her parents. She knew they were worried. She could tell by the way her mother hugged her every chance she got and the look her father got every time he looked at her. She didn't want to leave them but she knew that being Harry best friend, muggle born, and the fact that so many people thought they were a couple, she was in really big danger not to mention a target. Her parents, in turn, understood why she had to go. They wanted their baby girl to be safe and if that meant not seeing her, then they were willing to do that. Mr. and Mrs. Granger knew the Weasleys were good people and that they loved their daughter as if she was their own. She would be safer with a wizard family then she would be with them.

Hermione sighed as she threw open her Hogwarts trunk. She pulled out her books, parchment, quills, and every other piece of school related supplies. It was time for her to pack for her trip tomorrow morning. As she cleaned out the trunk she found a piece of crumpled up parchment in the right hand corner. She dropped the pile of dirty robes at her feet and picked it up, curious to know why it had been treated the way it had. As she unwrinkled and smooth it flat she realized what it was. It was a few lines that had turned into a poem she had written after she had found Ron and Lavender snogging after the first qudditch game.

My heart was ripped from my chest.
Nothing now stands in it's place.
Her lips upon yours.
How dare you!
How can I still love you,
after what you just did?
And yet I do.
Just as much as I did before.
Can you still love when you have no heart left?

She sighed and crumpled it back up but this time she threw it into her bedside dresser drawer. She stood up, flicked on her radio to a muggle news station and began to pack for her trip back to the Burrow. Back to where he was. Were she would be sleeping one floor below his. She wasn't sure how she felt about this.