Taking A Step Up

Our story begins on a dark and dimly lit road. Although it was too dark to read, most already knew the name that was featured on the street sign. Privet Drive. There are many houses on the seemingly normal road, but one is not quite extraordinary. One is the home to "The Chosen One"; Mr. Harry Potter.

Harry Potter, seemed to be just an ordinary teenager. He had jet black hair, and green eyes that matched his mother. The only thing that stood out was his lighting bolt scar, left by possibly the most powerful dark wizard ever. His name; Tom Marvolo Riddle, or Lord Voldemort.

Harry was wide awake, reading about his favorite sport, Quidditch. As he turned the pages to "Quidditch Through the Ages", he looked up and realized that it was just five minutes until his 17th birthday. Although the seventeenth may not be that big of a deal to most kids, to Harry, it was. It meant that he was now old enough to look after himself. He could apply for the permit to apparate, he could perform magic outside of school, and, the one benefit above all; he could leave the Dursleys.

Harry Potter knew that he had to visit the Dursleys once a year, other wise, the power of love from his mother would wear off. He had just seconds now.

"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2" he counted. "One!"

Harry laid back down on his bed and went to sleep after making one very special sleep. And when he awoke, he found out that the wish had in fact come true.

Harry awoke to a pecking on his cheek. At first, he couldn't make out what it was, but he assumed that it was his loyal owl, Hedwig. Hedwig had a letter resting in her beak, apparently saving Harry the hassle of untying it himself. Harry reached out, patted Hedwig on the head and then grabbed the letter.

Dear Harry,

Ron and I wanted to know if you were interested

in coming to the Burrow later today, say 4:00? Bill is

having his wedding soon and you said that you would show.

Send us an owl,

Ron and Hermione

PS: Ginny is dying to see you again ;)

Harry quickly scribbled back to them with excitement in every letter. Of course he wanted to leave. I mean, we are talking about the Dursleys.

So Harry just waited around that day, and after packing, just did whatever chores Aunt Petunia asked him to do, just to pass the time. Finally the time came; it was 4:00. Harry waited impatiently outside, hoping to see them come waltzing up any time. Off in the distance, he could just make out two people coming towards the street, and Harry could tell right away by the cherry red hair on the boy's head, that it was Ron and Hermione.

"Hey Harry!" called Ron. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, sure" Harry replied. "I've just got to tell Aunt Petunia that I am leaving."

Harry ran inside, called through the house that he was leaving, and shot back through the door. Harry, Ron and Hermione set off for the place that felt like their real home, The Burrow.