An outsider looking at the house of number 4 Privet Drive would think that the residents were perfectly normal. However, there is one person inside that house that is not even close to normal, even among his own kind he was different. This wizard was named Harry James Potter. This abnormal teen was inside his messy room reaing a letter from his best mate, Ron Weasley.

Harry,

Sorry mate but my mom says I can't come over there and she says that i have to go to Hogwarts. She says it would be much safer with all the aurors and order members guarding it. Hold on Hermione wants to write.

Harry! I'll be able to go with you to search for the...uh...well you know what I mean. I managed to persuade my parents to let me go. Anyway I hope your packed and ready to go, because we're picking you up in two days. Here's ron again.

Harry! Guess what! I took my apparation test and passed! Anyway, be safe and write to me to tell me when you find one.

Your friends,

Ron and Hermione

P.S. You'll never believe this! Pig's a girl and she's pregnant.

Harry gave a sigh when he finished reading the letter.

Too bad Ron won't be able to help me destroy the horcruxes. Still, Hermione's coming, that's a good thing, he thought Harry had to admit that he would rather have Hermione helping him than Ron if he had to choose. Then Harry let out the first giggle in a long time thinking about the end of the letter. He stopped in about a minute, such emotions didn't come easily since his sixth year of Hogwarts.

For what must be the millionth time, he took out the fake Slytherin locket. Harry sighed and wondered who R.A.B. was. Harry sighed again and looked at the other letter that had come at about the same time as the first one.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am writing to inform you that should you choose to come back to us, N.E.W.T.'s testing will be held at the Ministry of Magic, just ask for Madame Marchbanks. But please consider coming back to us. It will be much safer now that aurors and Dumbledore's organization are guarding the castle, along with new spells and hexes. Please owl if you decide to come back.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagal

Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Harry put the letter aside and pulled out his wand from the back pocket of his jeans. Striding over to his trunk he opened it and started throwing every thing out, obviously looking for something. When he finnally found what he had been looking for he took it out and sat on his bed and just looked at it. What he had been looking for was...