Chapter One

All My best friends are metal heads

Do you think it's strange?

That there's this way

How you look at, how you act like, how you think

Pretend they're not the same as you

The summer was long and hot, and as for Harry the summer seemed to drag on. He sat on his bed in his small bedroom in Privet Drive contemplating when he would finally be back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts. It had only been three years ago since he was reunited with his godfather, Sirius Black. Less then a few months since he was parted with him.

Harry shuddered at the thought. This has been nagging him all summer, the thought that he will have to stay with the Dursley's until he was completely done school. It made him sick to think of this. Two more years of listing to them, doing what they say, and pretending he's someone else. Not his father's son. Not the son of a great wizard and a great witch who died mercilessly to save his life.

No, instead Harry will have to be a disobedient boy who goes to a reform school during the year.

Harry hated this. He was waiting for Ron and Hermione to send him an owl telling him to pack up his things and that they were coming to get him right this second. Instead Harry thought that maybe he should be the one who was sending the owl out to Hermione and Ron telling them to come get him and Hedwig and get him the hell out of here.

He wanted to spend most of the summer at the Burrow like the previous years. Not here with the Dursleys'. He looked at the moving picture on his night side table of his mother and father and absentmindedly asked himself why he didn't get one of Sirius or, for that matter, of his friends.

Harry got up and looked out the window, once again waiting for Hedwig to get back, maybe with a reply from his friends. There was no sign of her. Harry sighed and moved back to his bed. Its not like he didn't have anything to do, he did, however, have lots of homework to complete.

He leaned back and could distinctly hear Hermione saying, 'Harry! You've just started you homework now? I've already started reading the standard book of spell grade six!' Harry knew that Hermione was persistent and that she would push this fact. He leaned back up and started to look over some of the simple spells and charms that he had to be familiar with for when he went back to school. This was the closest thing that he could do for himself to remind him of Hogwarts.

In the midst of his "studying" he heard a rapping at the window and looked up to see Pig with a letter. In anticipation Harry leaped from his bed, and all but flew open the window and allowed Pig to come in. Before he was completely settled Harry took the letter the letter from him and ripped it open as Pig flew excitedly around the room over and over. It had been the first letter that he had gotten all summer.

Dear Harry,

Hope your summer is going well.

Mum is a little testy right now, you know because of Fred and George, but when do they not bug her? Anyway, Hermione is coming down to stay for a while and we want you to come too! We have to do something like go camping or something wicked! We can have fireworks or something. I'm sure Fred and George can do something!

So get your things together and write me back telling us when you are coming. I just may get dad to come get you again or… I don't know. Oh! Hermione is here now! Just arrived so hurry and send your reply.

Ron

Harry went to his desk and pulled out hi parchment, ink and quill and started to write a letter back to Ron.

Dear Ron, family, and Hermione,

My summer is all right, but not as good as it should be going. I would love to go and stay with you if Mrs. Weasley wouldn't mind. Anywhere beats here, especially with you guys! And I think it would take my mind of things you know, about… Sirius, if I got away. I don't care what the Dursley's say I'm going! I'm going to attempt to send Pig back to you.

Harry

Harry attached the letter to the hyperactive Pig, gave him some water and food, and sent him on his way, just as Hedwig was returning with her prize. She dropped it in her cage and went to Harry and nibbled on his fingers. He gently stroked her feathers.

'Don't worry Hedwig; we'll be leaving soon. I promise.' He said gently.

It was 4 days, more; it seemed to be a week before Harry got an answer back from Ron and Hermione saying that they were going to pick him up on the fifth of July. Harry sighed. He would have to wait another three days with the Dursley's and his Aunt's horrible cooking (for him anyway).

To pass the time Harry packed and unpacked. He found himself avoiding telling his Uncle Vernon that he was leaving in less then two days. He just cleaned the dishes and everything else when he was told and then went back up into his room and waiting for another four hours until they bellowed for him once more.

The wait was long and quiet and Harry ended up looking at his old defense against the dark arts book and wondered what would be going on in that particular subject this year, and who would be teaching it. He mourned that Professor Lupin had resigned in Harry's third year, he was an amazing teacher that understood Harry, understood him like his father would have if he were alive.

Harry was sitting at his desk staring out the window, blocking out the sound of Hedwig chipping and trying to get out his cage when he heard a scream from downstairs and then some screaming and shouting. Harry knew right away that they had come to get him by Floo Powder. The same thing happened two years ago when Mr. Weasley had to destroy the barrier in front of the fire place, causing a really big uproar and distress.

Harry went downstairs and into the living room where he saw Ron, Fred and George.

'Did I forget to tell you that I was going to go and stay with my friend Ron again this summer? I meant to, believe me I meant to, but I just must have slipped my mind.' Harry said, passing Hedwig over to Ron and his suitcase over to Fred.

'Hurry up Harry; Dad hasn't got this opened all day you know! The Ministry is only so nice.' George said as Ron went back the Burrow, followed by Fred.

'Bye,' Harry said to his Aunt and Uncle, who was still sputtering crude words about coming through the fireplace AGAIN! George just ignored it and handed Harry some Floo powder and let Harry go to the Burrow before he went himself.

'Nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, and Dudley.' He snickered and then left by Floo Powder himself.

When Harry arrived though the Burrow's fireplace he was welcomed by Hermione, and Mrs. Wesley's warm face.

'Harry dear, I hope that they didn't think it too much trouble to come get you by Floo Powder again this year, it just seemed the easiest way and Arthur is at work.'

'No,' said Harry reassuringly, 'No it was fine they were quite all right with it actually. Almost happy to see me leave in face.' Ron, Fred and George suppressed a laugh and Hermione knew that he probably was fibbing.

'Are you hungry dear? Supper is almost ready. You boys,' she pointed to the three brothers, 'get ready for dinner.'

Okay, well there is the first chapter. I promise you it'll get better once I get the plot motivated some more. I don't want to just jump into the middle of the plot and all my ideas etc. OK! Please review… it'll be much appreciated. Thanks,

Yours Truly,

Sweet Roses.