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Harry slit open his eyes of his now 16 year old self to the smell of something cooking from the kitchen below and the constant pecking of Hedwig on his window. "I'm coming," moaned Harry to his owl in a weary and tired voice.

Harry reached his hand to his bedside table for his glasses. After fiddling with them for a moment he finally placed them on his half opened eyes and proceeded to the window letting Hedwig in. She held out her leg and loosely tied parchment. Harry carefully untied the letter and muttered an un-enthusiastic "Thanks," to Hedwig. Harry unrolled the parchment to reveal Hermione's neat writing.

Dear Harry,

I'm going to call you, I have a plan. Happy birthday!

Love From,

Hermione

p.s. SOON

Harry got excited for a second but then his excitement got extinguished when he thought back to his summer before 3rd year. He had given Ron and Hermione his number. Ron tried to call him but unfortunately he didn't know how to use a telephone. He screamed into it and got Uncle Vernon in an outrage.

Harry's mind drifted to the smell of cooking from below. The sweet broiling smell led him down to the kitchen where stood Dudley leaning over the stove. Ha, Dudley cooking, this isn't that bad of a birthday. "Having fun, Dudley?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm having lots of fun Harry," through his rolls of fat Harry could see a sly smile forming.

"What are you cooking it smells like fire?"

"Oh, nothing important." Harry leaned over the stove and his mouth dropped open.

"Bloody hell..." Harry looked down at the roast of some of his spellbooks. Quidditch Through the Ages, his brand new Standard Book of Spells Grade 6, and Hogwarts, A History. "You ass," Without thinking Harry drew his wand and put it at Dudley's throat.

"You can't use that...you, you'll get expelled!" Dudley said shuddering all over. Harry grinned.

"They changed the rules," Harry lied. He slid his wand back into his pocket as her heard his Aunt and Uncle trudging down the stairs. Dudley ran and cowered in the corner of the kitchen. "Look what Dudley did to my books!" Harry stated confidently to his Aunt and Uncle.

Dudley drooped his face and said "Me? You think I would do that? He, he, he made me do it with his magic. He did it to make me get in trouble." Dudley started to fake sobbing as Aunt Petunia's pursed lips opened a little and she ran over to comfort Dudley.

"Its ok my sweet little Dudders. That mean boy won't harm you again, no he won't." Harry rolled his eyes as he took his 3 charcoal books out of the pan. He examined them as a few papers fell out.

Harry turned around to see Uncle Vernon pointing an accusing finger at him. "I've had enough of this funny business young boy. I don't care what you say to any of those, any of those lunatics. I th-" Uncle Vernon was cut off by the ringing of the telephone. Harry knew who it was and ran to get it but Uncle Vernon beat him to it.

"Hello?" Uncle Vernon grunted. Harry listened in intently.

"Hello sir. This is Madame Leafwich calling from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. I am calling to inform Harry that his use of illegal magic outside of school has most likely expelled him. May I please speak to Harry?"

Uncle Vernon eyed the phone suspiciously but handed the phone to Harry which really surprised him. "H-Hello?" Said Harry in a trembling voice.

"Harry!" Exclaimed a high-pitched female voice.

Harry sighed and said "Oh my god Hermione, you scared me so badly."

"Sorry, was I really that good?" Questioned Hermione in an almost proud way.

"Yes."

"Well anyways my parents and I are coming to pick you up by car ."

"Really? That's awesome! When will you be here?"

"In around 10 minutes," stated Hermione in a satisfied tone.

"WHAT?" The three Dursleys looked over from the table sniggering loudly. "Okay let me get ready. Bye!"

"See you soon!" Harry raced up the stairs and into Dudley's second bedroom. He dashed to his wardrobe and took out his clothes and flopped his clothes and supplies in his trunk. Just as he popped his trunk closed the doorbell rang.

"Where do you think you're going?" Asked Aunt Petunia in an I-don't-think-so tone as she walked to the door peering at his trunk and all of his belongings..

"My friend is picking me up. Don't you want me to leave?"

"I DO!!!" Shouted Dudley from the kitchen while watching his television.

Uncle Vernon catching on with what was going on said, "Is he one of your kind? Because I will not let another one of them in my household. Never!"

"No, she is from one of your households." Aunt Petunia swung open the door to reveal a bushy haired, brown eyed girl named Hermione Granger.

"Harry!" She ran over and gave him a really big hug and shouted "Happy Birthday." Mr. and Mrs. Granger walked into the house and reached out their hands as his Aunt and Uncle reluctantly took them with disoriented looks on their faces.

He heard a shut door from outside to reveal his best Ron Weasley. He stood there freckled faced, red wavy hair, and a tall lanky build. "Ron I think it's best if you go back in the car," Hermione said as she stepped towards the door.

"Right," responded Ron his expression saying "I know you're right but I wish I didn't have to." Uncle Vernon's face went red as it had done the night before.

"I remember him HE'S ONE OF YOUR PEOPLE! OUT! OUT! OUT!" Everyone scrambled outside as people all around Privet Drive looked to the scene.

"Lets go." Said Mrs. Granger as Mr. Granger stepped on the pedal. They drove silently for a few minutes before Ron broke the silence.

"Happy birthday Harry! Take a look back there." Harry look where Ron had pointed in the back and stood there open mouthed at his pile of wrapped presents.