Alright here's chapter two. Thank you SO much to everyone who reviewed. You guys are great! Steven, you're welcome to kiss me when ever you feel like it you know…… Please review everybody!

Disclaimer: Nope. Like I said before. I don't own any of the characters, since I am not J.K. Rowling, and most likely never will since I don't have the last name of Rowling and can never inherit rights to the characters of Harry Potter. I burst out in sobs at realizing that I will never own Lupin

Harry looked down at his watch. 5…4…3…2…1…beep-beep-beep

"Happy Birthday," Harry whispered to himself. He walked to the trunk he had just finished packing, picked it up, and started to drag it across the room when he remembered that since he had just turned 17, and could now do magic outside of school and still have it be legal. He pointed his wand at his trunk and with, "Locomotor trunk" it was levitating several inches off the ground and already moving it's way towards the door. With a second flick of his wand the door swung open without a sound, and Harry proceeded out into the hallway. He crept carefully through the hallway, as not to wake the Dursleys'. It was 12:02 in the morning after all, and he knew that Uncle Vernon would NOT be happy at being woken up at such an hour.

Harry could have waited until daylight, but he couldn't stand being in this house for a moment longer than he needed to. The only reason he'd stayed was because Dumbledore had wanted him to. For Harry though, those three beeps of his watch signified a fresh start. Never again would he have to enter this house or even look upon Vernon, Dudley, or Petunia. The thought of this made Harry smile. This had become a rare event ever since school had let out. Harry crept down the stairs slowly, his trunk levitating a few feet ahead of him. He reached the door and opened it. Gazing out into the blackness of the warm summer morning, Harry took a deep breath and stepped out of the house. There was a cool breeze that ruffled his hair and felt wonderful when compared to the normal humidity of the season. Harry walked out to the curb, set his trunk beside him and stuck out his wand.

The beds rolled back and forth as a cool breeze came through a vent and cooled Harry's brow. He looked around him at the sleeping witches and wizards. Even though he could have apparated, Harry didn't like doing so if he could avoid it. He griped the post of the bed he was seated on as the driver turned a corner and the bed went rolling into the wall. When the bus straightened out again, Harry stretched out on to his bed. He hadn't realized how tired he was. He had been up all night thinking about what he was going to do, and packing his trunk. Harry closed his eyes.

He was walking up the driveway of the Burrow. The gravel crunched beneath his feet as he made his way up to the house he knew so well. He had missed the Weasley family very much. He walked up to the door and opened it, not even bothering to knock.
"Everyone I'm here! Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! It's me, Harry!"
Harry closed the door behind him, and heard the soft thud of running feet several floors up.
"Harry!" yelled the voice he had been longing to hear all summer.
Ginny Weasley ran down the stairs and jumped into Harry's waiting arms. She looked up at him and brought her lips to his.

"Next stop, the Burrow. Whatever that is…" said the driver.

Harry jerked awake and looked out the window at the quickly approaching building and grinned. He was almost home.