Author's note: Hello everyone out there! Yes I was dumb and deleted it so it's back now! Please read, I know it is a bit strange and I am not a great writer but I gave a good shot! Here ya go! Please sit back and enjoy...

Chapter 1: The rather peculiar sight.

Have you ever woken up to the birds chirping and the rays of the sun shining through your bedroom window, gently touching the tip of your eyelids? Have you ever had the feeling of being safe surround you as the smell of burnt toast waffles up your nose?

Well that's not exactly what happened to a skinny boy named Harry Potter. Actually that was the exact opposite of what Harry was going through as this very point in time.

Harry awoke to a high-pitched screaming from just outside his door, the kind of screaming that could only come from one person; Aunt Petunia.

"And if you don't get out of that bed this instant…you will… you will…"

Aunt Petunia and the rest of her family had become rather cautious around Harry lately, mostly because they knew that if they were the slightest bit mean to Harry it could mean their insides would literally be out or they'd end up as fat as an elephant for the rest of eternity. "Well… you will…" Her voice was more croaky than normal, obviously hadn't had her coffee that morning. "Will suffer the consequences… in a nice way…"

She stormed off down the stairs as Harry opened his tired eyes, his gaze just catching the dreary, rainy world outside. Harry let his legs flop out of bed and his arms stretch way above his head.

He pulled back his curtains to see a rather peculiar sight. He didn't think it was normal for the outside world to be flashing green lights but he was half asleep so he ended up not really noticing, let alone caring.

He pulled on some scraggly old clothes he had found on the floor of his untidy (to say the least) room. As he was searching for his enormous belt to go with his enormous trousers (Dudley's diet wasn't going so well) a little bird flew through the window and crash-landed on his Hogwarts trunk.

Harry squirmed as he watched Ron's little owl peel of the side of his trunk and flop to the ground. Moments later however, Pigwidgeon was hopping around merrily as though nothing but the usual had happened. Harry picked up the tiny owl and tore the piece of parchment off its leg. He laughed as he let Pig go, knowing he would send Hedwig back with the reply.

Dear Harry, mate,

I know it's been almost a week since we left school and I haven't written to you since way before then, but we weren't allowed to you know, Dumbledore was all "if it gets intercepted the consequences…bla bla bla" That was about the point when I stopped listening. Well, you know the rest anyway; we could get in BIG trouble.

I don't really know how to tell you this but…

(Then the handwriting abruptly changed to Hermione's)

Don't be stupid Ron, it's easy. I'm afraid Harry that you

(And the handwriting abruptly changed back to Ron's again)

HERMIONE! Sorry Harry, she tried to steal the letter from me. Stupid girl… Anyway, Dumbledore says that we can't… well… you know… can't really… well we can't… let you stay here over the summer. Dumbledore said it was for your own good if you stayed with the Dursleys but he wouldn't tell me why. Told mum, but not me… of course.

Fred and George are going great with their joke shop, claim their millionaires every day. Oh and they told me to tell you that whenever you want to buy anything at all you will always have fifty percent off! Apparently because you 'helped' then - wouldn't tell me. Nobody ever does.

(The handwriting changed once more)

Harry, just don't give up okay. Ron and I know that you're going through, well sort of, with Sirius and all

And we'll always be here for you mate. It must be hard knowing that the only people who really ever loved you died before you could get to know them and then, just as someone else who loves you arises they die as well.

Ron you're gonna make Harry sad…

Well I have to go now mate, Mum wants me to get to the breakfast before Fred and George do. Although there isn't much to worry about… I don't think there is gonna be much of a battle over the centaur gut fritters… I don't think I have to worry about them eating it, more about how I'm gonna eat it… Anyway, gotta go.

See ya,

Ron and Hermione.

Harry read the letter a couple of times trying to figure out exactly what was happening at each point in the letter and not really succeeding.

Harry looked down at the letter, wondering… Harry couldn't take his eyes off the bit where Ron said… well… maybe he actually understood, understood what Harry was going through. Well, he knew that Ron understood but he didn't realise that he understood so well. It was like he had been there, in Harry all along and knew exactly what he was going through…

But Harry didn't have much longer to think before Aunt Petunia yelled again.

"Are you coming or not!" She bellowed fiercely before softly adding "dearest." Harry ignored her and instead sat down at his desk and got out a small bit of parchment from his bag. Twiddling his quill in his hand he wondered what to write.

Dear Ron,

No it sounded too… Hermione-ish.

Hey Ron,

No, too casual… What about

Dearest Ronnie

DEFINETELY NOT! After nearly half an hour of debating what to say. Harry put down his worn quill and read the letter to himself.

To Ron,

I hope you haven't been getting into too much trouble, which would be a nice change. Speaking of trouble, the Dursleys aren't being too bad this summer, probably only because of what Lupin and the others from the order said. They treat me like a king; even Aunt Petunia called me 'dear'!

I guess I'm okay with not seeing you guys for a while, wish like hell I could though. I really miss u guys and can't wait to see you…

I am okay about Sirius I think, I'm trying to put in the back of my mind… Tell Fred and George I'm really excited for them and that it would be great to get 50 off! Anyway, see you soon and thanks a lot for the letter.

From Harry.

Harry tied the parchment to Hedwig's leg and let he take off out the window. He liked to watch Hedwig fly. It was like watching the moon slowly creep out of the night sky going to visit the other side of the world for a while.

But his moments were getting cut short that day as something completely unexpected happened.

Aunt Petunia screamed.

But it wasn't the fact that Aunt Petunia screamed that was so surprising, it was what she screamed.

"OUT!" She yelled. "IT'S GREEN! FOR GOD'S SAKE IT GREEN AND IT'S ON… ON FIRE!"

Harry was quite taken aback by this and it took more than a few milliseconds for it to register in his half asleep brain exactly what he had to do. He shot out of his bedroom, quickly grabbing his wand and began falling down the stairs and out the front door.

Outside the Dursleys stood, each one of them with a look of bewilderment and horror on their faces that only got worse as they saw Harry had made it through alive.

Aunt Petunia was almost in tears. "Get in the car… now… I guess we'll just have to… have to…" But her sentence was stopped abruptly as her solemn tears covered he pale, pasty face and she threw her arms around her husband, squeezing him so hard that two of his buttons popped off.

Harry looked up at his house, well, he couldn't really call it his house, he couldn't even call it home. There, just metres away from his sweating forehead, was the flames, swallowing the house in shades of green and showers of black, and spitting out the contents, each one as dark as dooms day. Harry was entranced, he had never heard of anything like this before, not even from Hermione.

"He did it!" Dudley cried, hugging his mother as well as pointy one rather chubby finger at Harry.

Harry knew what was coming.

Uncle Vernon was storming towards him, his face as hot as chilly-peppers. Not even a moment passed before Harry could no longer feel his feet on the ground but rather the stale air trying to get into his lungs as a rather large hand sweated beside his chin. His shirt had got terribly stretched over the years from going through this very exercise so many times. Harry got blamed for everything.

"I didn't, I swear…" Harry croaked, beginning to think there was a kink in his neck from being held up so many times. He placed his skinny, bony fingers between his neck and his collar, his fingernails digging into his neck as Uncle Vernon's fingernails dug into his chin.

"YOU! YOU BURNT OUT HOUSE DOWN!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, digging deeper into Harry's pale skin.

"I'm… not… allowed… remember?" Harry squeaked, squirming as his lungs tried to get more air.

"You still could!"

"But why would I?" Harry croaked. "I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be!"

Harry felt the air rush back into his starved lungs as his feet touched the solid earth once more.

"Get in the car." Uncle Vernon warned, pointing his own fat finger at Harry.

Harry took one last glance at the flaming house, wondering what was in store for him next.

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