Author's note: let's take a holiday from the confusing mind of hermione Granger and see to the other two people who are very important in Madame Rowling's master piece though have been ignored in mine.

Chapter VII - The Other 2/3's of the Golden Trio.

"You sure you have everything, boy?" Uncle Vernon demanded of Harry Potter, surveying his trunk and owl, wincing at the latter. Once again he darted his eyes around, making sure none of the nieghbors were watching. "Because we wouldn't want to have to come back to fetch it now, eh?"

Harry scowled at him. His uncle was right, he didn't have any wish to return to the Dursley's. If he was lucky, this would be the very last time he saw his aunt and uncle and their corpulent blob of a son. Harry was entering his seventh and very last year of Hogwarts and hopefully he could go straight to Auror training and never set his eyes on the damned Privet Drive ever again.

Unfortunately for him, the Dursley's decided to make a big show of sending him off, petunia however was not very convincing and Dudley looked as if he wanted nothing more than to go back into his room and finish of whatever junk he was watching on TV.

"yes, uncle Vernon." he replied, all he had to do was steel himself for just a few more minutes, Ron would be here any minute and then he was of the the burrow and then to hogwarts.

Uncle vernon grunted.

"so how is this, John friend of yours coming?" he asked. "he wouldn't be making a scene would he?"

Harry fought to keep his eyes from rolling. After all these years, Uncle Vernon and his brood was still deathly afraid that his neighbors would find out that they had ties to (shudder) magical folk.

Freaks.

"No, Uncle vernon." Harrry said fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

His uncle nodded, satisfied for the moment.

Aunt Petunia kept darting her eyes from watching the neighbors, to the road to the fire place. She kept her eyes longest at the fire place due to an unfortunate accident three years ago before Harry's fouth year when the Weasley's had come to pick Harry up for the Quidditch Wold Cup. They had all arrived by floo powder only to find that the Dursley's had boarded it up.

Harry sighed, hoping that Ron was somwhere close by, he could not take much more of this, he already had to put up with everything for almost the entire summer.

Luckily, not a minute later, an impressive black town car pulled up infront of the Dursley's. Uncle Vernon actually looked surprised, and mildly impressed.

The door opened and a grinning Ron stepped out of it. Upon seeing the boy, Dudley squeaked, clutching his mouth and ran into the house. This was also due to the event three years hence. Ron's older twin brothers, Fred and George, had planted Ton Tongue Toffee which he had inadvertently picked up and guzzled, true to their name, the candy made his tongue swell to massive proprtions.

Ron did his very best to stifle his grin and ignore Harry's fleshy cousin. Instead, he turned to his best friend.

"H'llo, Harry." He greeted cheerfully.

"Ron." Harry replied grinning, glad that the red headed wizard was finally here.

Ron extended his arm towards Uncle Vernon who stared at it for a full five seconds, then his beady eyes shifted up to Ron's. Ron realized his miguided attempt at politeness was ill revieced. he extracted his hand.

Harry rolled his eyes and started to pile his stuff into the boot with the help of Ron. When they had finished, they both turned back to Uncle Venon and Aunt Petunia, both of whom had extremely ugly scowls pasted on their faces.

"Well, bye." Harry said.

The scolws did not change.

Ron had to duck back into the car to stifle his laughter. Harry just shook his hed and climbed into the car.

"The Burrow." Ron annunciated clearly.

At once the car started off down the street, Harry realized that there was no one behind the wheel. Funny, he could have sworn he had seen someone earlier. he turned to Ron to see his best friend was smiling knowingly.

"Dad had a ministry car come pick you." he said. "He didn't think that coming by floo power of magic carpet was a good idea."

Harry chuckled.

"Yeah, he would be right." He replied. "So what has been happening since I have been cut off from the wizarding world. Can you believe the Dursley's still won't let me receive the Daily prophet?"

Ron shook his head sympathetically.

"Nothing's happening yet, just your basic ministry stuff." he said uninterestedly. "Voldemort is lying low. The death-eater attacks have been few and far between lately."

"That's not what i meant."

Ron's face brightened immidiately.

"the Chudley Cannons are in the semi-finals!" he cried exitedly.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"honestly, Ron, I don't care what those plonker's in deep fried robes are doing." he said. "Tell me about Puddlemere United!"

Harry had been following Puddlemere since his old team captain, and friend, Oliver Wood had joined the reseve team.

Ron shoved Harry playfully.

Harry realized somthing.

"Wait a second, Ron, aren't we going to pick up Hermione?" he asked.

At the mention of Hermione's name, Ron's ears turned slightly pink.

"Well, uhm, I haven't been able to contact her." he said.

Ron had been enamoured with Hermione ever since second year, and it was really beginning to get pathetic.

"Really?" Harry asked, ignoring his friend's reaction. "Usually Hermione's more prompt with her replies."

Ron nodded.

"I haven't spoken with her since King's cross." he said.

"Really?" Harry asked, he racked his brain trying to think of the last time he had spoke to his other bestfriend. "Me neither, come to think of it."

"Could she have gone back to Paris?" Ron sugggested.

Harry shook her head,

"She didn't have any problem contacting us last time."

"She mentioned something way back about summer camp, do you think she could have done something like that?" Ron asked.

Harry started laughing.

"What?" ron demanded.

"You pay that much attention to her, Ron?" he asked.

Ron schlumped.

"Is it really that obvious?" he asked.

"Ron," Harry said. "just be glad Hermione can be as dense as she can be intelligent."

Ron shook his head.

"She's not dense!" he cried loyaly. "She's perfect, just the way she is."

Harry nodded solemnly.

"You know, Ron." he said. "You really impress me."

"I do?" Ron asked quirking his eye brows.

"Yeah, mate, you do." the black haired wizard replied. "Just when i think you can't get any more queer-"

Ron shoved harry again and they both laughed, both were glad to be amongst best friends once again, but both of them really missed the last member of their golden trio.

AN: for a while i'll be switching from the Burrow to Hermione's palace to Malfoy manor. enjoy.