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Destination…. Home
Harry walked swiftly to an abandoned alley, disillusioned himself and Hedwig, and stuck out his right arm.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded…" Stan Shunpike stopped short, looking around for the person who summoned the bus.
"Stan, it's me, Neville. I paid for the ride back in June, remember?" Harry whispered the code previously arranged with the newest member of the Order.
Stan Shunpike's eyes shone with excitement. "Oy! Ernie! Guess they left!"
Harry climbed aboard and found Tonks on the second level, disguised as a young girl with black hair with pink streaks, and blue eyes.
"Wotcher Tonks" Harry whispered as he sat down.
"Hiya Neville," Tonks whispered back.
There was no conversation on the trip. Tonks, Harry, and four other order members Harry had not acknowledged disembarked at Grimmauld Place. As Harry thought of Number 12, he found it odd that he had felt this dark, evil house more home than Privet Drive. And while he had told Dumbledore last year that he did not want the house, he now realized how so very much he did.
Upon entering his house, Harry found it full of people he loved. The Weasleys, Remus, Tonks, Hermione, and even old Mrs. Figg. Harry's heart was fit to burst. He finally found what it was he was hoping for all these years. Home. He was home.
Fini
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