It's my FIRST UN-ROMANTIC COMEDY FIC! HEHE.

I hope it's good.

There's too much to write in the summary thing but it only lets you write a bit so here's a general summary of the story.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, now 17 and ready to face the war against Voldemort go through one hellish year of discovering the truth, the past, and the future of their destiny. As the war wears on, battles become fiercer and less sparing, yet the threesome find their way through each obstacle and turn to defeat the purpose of their trauma… and existence.

La la!

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Dear Hermione, Ron.

Hah. I know you miss me but you two will have to wait until August 1st, just the day after I have my big 1 7. The Dursley's have been really the same, maybe a little quirky here and there, trying to help me drag my suitcase up the stairs and stuff. What Dumbledore told them last year must have really hit them hard. Especially Aunt Petunia.

Well it is their last month stuck with me so I guess they're being good sports about it. Dudley and Uncle Vernon have been just as ignorant of me… maybe a bit nicer. They actually say "Good morning" to me when I come down for breakfast. And Aunt Petunia… well, she's really trying her best not to blow up and lock me up in the cupboard, but she's doing swell. She took me shopping once, even though I didn't enjoy it much, and keeps muttering that boys are supposed to stop growing by 15. Too late now.

I've been less bored and done a lot of my summer work load –there's the pat on the back from Hermione. Really. I finished most of my stuff except potions and I'm going to hand it all to Professor McGonagall and tell her I'm not going back. I hope she understands.

I'm not sure where you guys are- if you're still at the burrow or if you've moved back to the headquarters. If you guys moved back to… Sirius' place… I'm not so sure about going there after being with these muggles.

Don't worry about me, guys. I'm having a blast really. I found one of Dudley's love letters he wrote and I'm holding it against him. Blackmail is fun.

And about how I'm doing, I'm perfectly fine really. I mean, sometimes…

Nevermind. I'll tell you guys in person.

And I hope you guys haven't started snogging or anything. You guys know you like each other so just get over yourselves and make something of each other. I'm fine. I'll just have to side up with Ginny whenever you guys get… intimate. Haha.

How IS Ginny by the way? Well tell her I said hi.

I'm off now. Dudley has come into my room with a box. I wonder what it is.

Love always

Harry.

"What do you want." Harry asked.

"Mum told me to give this to you. It's all the clothes that are too small for me."

"And I'm supposed to fit them? I'm honored."

"Why don't you just take it and let me leave?"

"Fine." Harry grabbed the box from his hands and put it down next to his bed. "I accept all your old clothes that are too small for you. Happy?"

"Yeah. Yeah. You know what? I am."

"Is… what's her name… Sally Johnson happy? 'Oh Sally, I can't stop to think of you when the sun shines from the hills. You're all that's in my head in middle of my drills. Your smile brightens my day like a plate of pancakes. I can shower you with presents and cakes.' Was there more?" Harry recited in a sing-song voice.

"You shut up!" Dudley exclaimed angrily.

"Yes sir. But only because you brighten my day like a plate of panc-"

Dudley stomped away, shaking the whole house.

Haha. Blackmail was fun.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, pulling out each article of clothing. Mostly everything was too small- lengthwise. He dragged the enormous cardboard box to the edge of the room.

At the corner of the room, he met his small bedside table. On top was a photo frame of his parents, waving and smiling happily. Harry smiled and waved back. How he's lost them all… how he's lost Sirius and Dumbledore…

Shaking his head, Harry banged his head on the closet door once and walked over to the window. Cars zoomed by and people walked down the streets. So innocent, so happy, so into their own little worlds that they had no idea that the boy stuck up in the room of number 4 Privet Drive may one day save all of their necks.

Nothing interesting ever happened. Entertaining himself with blackmailing Dudley was the only source of amusement he ever got.

Minutes ticked by, and then hours. Everything looked the same as it did 4 hours ago. The only thing interesting enough was when a young girl had come up to Ms. Figg's house.

He had heard the unmistakable snap. He craned his neck to watch out the window.

He could not see her face. Just her shoulder length brown hair. She walked in a very calm matter… almost floated to Mrs. Figg's doorstep.

When the old woman came out with a container of cat food, the girl handed her a letter.

"Hello. You are Miss Figg?"

"That is me, yes. You are…"

"Ali. I'm here from the Order but first… I must ask you some verification questions."

"That is rubbish!"

"I know I know, but it is mandatory. First of all, how many cats do you own total now?"

"4."

"Okay. What is your favorite color?"

"Purple."

"Thank you." The girl named Ali took out an envelope from her jean pockets.

"This is a message from the Order."

Mrs. Figgs took the letter and opened it. Here eyes came large.

"What-"

"No worries, Miss. Remus has told me to report to you that everything will be continuing normally without the presence of Albus Dumbledore…"

Harry heard no more.

He couldn't.

Which is why still a full hour later, Harry was still lying on the bed, thinking of what would taste good with strawberry jam.

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Dear Harry.

Hey Harry. Sorry for the long delay.

They don't want too much owl communications so we're limited to once a week.

Bloody stupid rule if you ask me.

Ron! It's for our best.

Whatever.

Anyway, we're totally glad you're okay and at least having some fun. We're at the burrow so don't worry about coming in August. Fleur and Bill's wedding remember? They've moved it to August 2nd just so you can attend.

Haha. That fat guy and love letters? You must be having the time of your life.

Now really.

We've been doing okay. Er… not snogging or anything… yet.

NOW REALLY.

Jesus, Hermione. Mum is really rubbing off on you.

Now re- yeah. I guess. Ginny's doing fine as well. I heard you guys called quits. It's rather disappointing. You two were so cute together.

Uh… sure. Well, she's officially on a boy break. Good for us, eh?

You mean good for you. And she's not on a boy break. Between you and me, Harry, just so Ron doesn't blow up, she's already got her eyes on a new target.

WHAT?

Shh… not to make you feel bad or anything… right?

WHO IS IT?

I'm not tellinggggg.

Pl- man, Hermione. I love it when you get all sing-song-y.

Mm.. really?

Ye-ah.

…

…

…

Heh. Whoo! Sorry for the delay, Harry. Uh… something happened.

Yeah. We weren't making out or anything.

Ron!

Hermione!

Uh… anyway. Things here are okay. We're all a bit down but with a wee bit of coach-y talks, we've mostly lightened our moods and the Order is trying as hard as ever. Lupin's in charge. Really great for him too- he works really hard. Oh! And he and Tonks are now officially… a thing. They're really cute.

Sure thing.

They're recruiting too. It's great. We have much more people now.

Yeah.

Ahh… we better go. It's time for dinner. We all can't WAIT for you to come. Hope you have a swell time. And if you get bored, we've sent you a little something to do.

You'll love it!

Whatever. And Harry-I am so happy that you've finished your work! You have no idea how much I lectured Ron about it after you sent us that letter.

Way to go, mate. She's forced me to do 6 essays already.

And remember Harry- we'll always be there for you.

That's right.

Love always

Ron

Hermione

Laughing, Harry ripped open the package. Dozens of carefully wrapped presents came flowing out. There were numerous merchandise from Fred and George's shop (from Fred and George), a package of books (from Hermione), a one player set of Wizarding Chess (from Ron), a lovely mince pie (from Mrs. Weasley), nifty defense against dark arts utensils (from Lupin) and Harry chuckled at a package of flying toy brooms, edible death marks, and Hungarian Horntail tattoo stickers came tumbling out. They were from Ginny.

Found a new target? Well…

That was great for Ginny. On the train ride back home, they had declared themselves friends for life.

Munching on the pie and opening up his chess board, Harry waited for August to come around the corner.

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-When August came around the corner-

"Happy birthday, Harry." Aunt Petunia said as Harry came stumbling down the stairs. She gave him a tense hug to make it seem warm.

"Happy birthday." Uncle Vernon barely just groaned.

Aunt Petunia pushed a small mound of presents. Although it was nothing compared to whatever Dudley got for his birthdays, it meant a great deal to Harry because the Dursleys have never given him a birthday gift before.

"Open it."

Inside one package was yet another set of clothes. Really. Did she think he was so out of them that he was going out stark naked? However, he accepted his gift with a small smile and went to the next box.

It was an interesting small muggle portable TV slash radio. It was a device that all kids were raving about and he took it graciously.

The next present was a new pair of shoes. He was quite glad they had thought of this because his old ones were wearing out.

The last box was a small velvet one. Harry picked it up gingerly. When he unclasped the lid, he looked round eyed at a shiny rolex watch.

"Aunt P-Petunia…" Harry was lost for words.

She beamed and grinned rather forcedly.

"It's for 17 years of ignorance, my boy."

A small thud deep down his heart momentarily stopped his breathing.

She had never ever ever ever ever ever ever called him 'my boy' before. Even Uncle Vernon and Dudley stopped eating their sausages.

Even Aunt Petunia herself couldn't help herself. She burst into tears.

"Oh, that poor man was right! I should have taken better care of you! I promised him… I promised him I'll treat you like my second son! And now, he's dead! What will ever come of you?" She cried as she grabbed Harry and began to suffocate him.

"Just because I had angst for my sister… your mother… I shouldn't have put you down like that. I'm so sorry… I'm such a devil!"

"It's… all right."

"No it isn't!" Aunt Petunia yelled as she let go fiercely. She ran over to a closet and fished under stories of drawers until she retrieved a small intricate box.

She walked over to the sofa in the living room, motioning for him to sit down. He kneeled next to her. Aunt petunia took out papers and photos from the box.

"These are all the letters your mother sent home from that school. And these… are photographs of when we were very little.

There, Harry didn't even have to ask which one was his mother. Those piercing green eyes gazed back at the old photo, smiling next to another girl who was probably Aunt Petunia.

She unfolded the letters and began to shed more tears.

"Oh! How I despised her. She went off to the school to learn magic! Magic! And I was stuck here doing calculus. But she still sent letters… hoping we were still best friends as we used to be."

Harry read a few sentences and stopped, feeling his eyes get cloudy as well.

Aunt Petunia gathered all the treasures and secured them in a box. After a moment's hesitation, she thrust the box into Harry's hands.

"Here. I want you to have this. Remember your mother."

Harry gaped.

"This- this is your only memory of her!"

"As is yours."

"I have plenty pictures of her. Don't worry. I think you should…"

"No. I shouldn't. It's yours. Happy birthday, Harry."

"Aunt Petunia…Aunt Petunia… well, er…"

"Yes?"

"This… this is the best birthday present that anyone could ever possibly give to me." Harry said, pointing at the box.

Aunt Petunia smiled grimly. "Why…"

"Thank you." He said, giving her a small tight hug.

"You're welcome."

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Harry looked spiffy in his brand new clothes, shoes and watch. He checked his shiny Rolex frequently, waiting for when the crew from the Order will arrive. Midnight was coming closer. Aunt Petunia was asleep on the couch waiting so she can give him a last good-bye.

Finally, at 1 am, a much more shaggy but cheery looking Lupin, Tonks, Shacklebolt, Mr. Wealsey, Ron, and Mad-Eye came falling and coughing from the fireplace.

"Well, Harry, I see you're ready to go?"

"Yes."

"Are they here?" Aunt Petunia's voice cut in.

"Oh, I'm sorry to wake you up. We're here to pick up Harry. Got all your stuff?" Lupin asked.

"Yes."

"Well…" Tonks looked around nervously. "Are we just leaving then?"

"I guess, yeah." Harry said, pulling in his suitcase and owl.

As some Order people walked back into the fireplace, Harry stayed behind, looking uncertainly at Aunt Petunia. Now, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were scampering down the stairs.

"WHAT TH- oh. They're here."

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

Uncle Vernon merely grunted.

"Well… I guess… this is it." Harry said, looking at his aunt.

"Yes. Well, good-bye. You… you take care now."

"I will."

As Harry walked even closer to the fireplace, leaving his… home… for the last time, he turned back and hugged his aunt.

She burst into tears. "You b-be careful now! Don't cause too much trouble! And make sure to kill that… dark lord… get back at him for… what he did to… your mother. My sister." She bawled even harder. "You stay at it, okay? Be a good boy. And come by to visit one day."

"I will. I will, Aunt Petunia."

Harry let go, facing his uncle.

"Well, pleasure to meet you, Harry. I hope you have a… healthy life." He grunted, sticking out his hand. Harry accepted, turning to Dudley.

Dudley said nothing. Just stuck the populare MP3 player in his hands. Harry laughed.

"Thanks Dudley." He said, sticking out his hand for Dudley to shake.

Feeling quite cheery, and yet a bit sad, he followed the tall red headed boy into the fireplace as he waved his final goodbyes.

"Well, then. Good bye. I'll visit one day." The Dursleys waved.

Harry called out "Good-bye, home!" before being zapped into the emerald fires into the other home he so adored.

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Ahh… I wonder what you guys thought.

I hope you enjoyed! Nothing much happened but NEXT CHAPTER: Bill and Fleurs WEDDING.

Haha. Fun stuff.

Ta ta then!