A/N: Okay, I'm actually doing this faster than I expected, but here it is anyway! I think this is slightly better than the other attempt I made on this story, so hopefully you'll like it! Please review!
Chapter 1
Harry Potter stared disinterestedly out his bedroom window, vaguely aware of his two best friends sitting on the floor behind him. Two weeks. That' all he had left to suffer through. The moment he turned seventeen he would be out the door and he'd never have to worry about the Dursley's again. True, he'd have much bigger problems then, but at least it would be one less thing for him to worry about. But in the mean time, he had to suffer through the Dursley's endless tormenting, and to make matters worse, Ron and Hermione had to suffer through it as well. But having two fully qualified wizards in the house did have some advantages. The Dursley's were terrified that they would all be turned into toads or something equally disgusting while they were asleep. They were too stupid to realise that even if wizarding law permitted the use of magic on muggles, Ron and Hermione wouldn't have touched them. No, Ron, Hermione and Harry had better things to do than torture a bunch of ignorant muggles. They had been spending their days cooped up in Harry's room poring over countless Defence against the Dark Arts volumes, trying desperately to prepare themselves for the war.
'Hey, Harry, mate…' said Ron, breaking Harry out of his daydream.
'Yeah?'
'Someone just shoved this under your door.' He said and held up a crisp, white envelope, 'Judging by the house shaking as they walked away, I'd say it was your cousin or uncle. It's addressed to you.' Harry took the envelope from Ron and ripped it open. He wondered vaguely who would be sending him a letter through the muggle post.
Dear Mr Potter,
You are cordially invited to attend the school reunion of Little Whinging Primary school.
The reunion will take place on the weekend of the 23rd and 24th of July at the Marion Hotel, Surrey.
In usual conditions, you would be invited to bring your parents, but because of your special circumstances, you are permitted to invite two other guests.
Yours sincerely,
Rupert Henry Marion
&
Little Whinging Primary Administration
Harry made a small noise of disgust and flung the invitation onto his desk. Ron and Hermione gave him questioning looks.
'What is it, Harry?' asked Hermione worriedly.
'Nothing,' He replied, 'just some idiot has a deluded idea that I want to go to my primary school reunion.'
'Let me see that.' Hermione demanded and Harry passed her the paper. Her eyes scanned it quickly.
'Well?' she asked him, 'Why don't you want to go?' He looked at her like she was crazy.
'Because I have more important things to do! Those Horcruxes aren't going to destroy themselves!'
'Uhh… mate,' started Ron, 'You can't do anything about those things for at least another two weeks, probably more.' Harry glared at him.
'Well there are still other things to do! We need to learn to defend ourselves!'
'Harry! You have been working non-stop for the past week to "learn how to defend yourself" even though you're pretty damn good at it already! You need a holiday, and this is the perfect opportunity!'
'But… I can't just leave you two here with the Dursley's…'
'Mate, you really are thick sometimes.' Said Ron who had just finished reading the invite and was looking slightly amused, 'Firstly, Dudley will have gotten an invite as well, so the Dursley's will be going as well, and secondly, we'll be going with you. The letter says you can invite two people.'
'But… but…'
'You're going Harry, so don't try to worm your way out of it.' Said Hermione firmly, 'Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go talk to your aunt and uncle and inform them that we will be going.' She jumped to her feet and quickly exited the room. Harry turned to glare at Ron.
'I hate it when you two gang up on me.' Ron merely shrugged and went back to testing his patronus.
'All in a days work, mate.'