Chapter One

Drip. Drip. The only sound that could be heard in the Dursley's big, clean house was the constant dripping of the broken faucet in the kitchen. They were sound asleep, all except for seventeen year old Harry Potter. He was sitting up in his bed, looking out the window. It was August second, and the next day he would be going over to his best friend Ron Weasley's house. He was quite nervous actually, since this would be the first time he would see Ginny since they had broken up.

There was a distant barking of a dog that could be heard, and then it was silent again. Harry got off his bed and kneeled on the floor. He lifted a loose floorboard and pulled out a bunch of licorice wands and chocolate frogs and letters that he and Hermione had sent each other during the long boring hours of the summer. He started chewing on a licorice wand and sat back on his bed.

This was going to be a long night.

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Harry had drifted to sleep, because he was awaken by the screeching of his owl Hedwig.

"Unnhh…" he groaned as he lifted his head up. He suddenly jumped to his feet: Today was the day.

He pulled on some pants and a shirt and grabbed Hedwig and his trunk and ran downstairs. He opened a bag and pulled out some floo powder.

"I'm going to Ron's! See you next summer!" he called, stepping into the fireplace. "The Burrow!" he shouted, and to the Burrow he went.