Harry Potter was sitting in his room at number four, Privet Drive awaiting the return of his beautiful snowy white owl, Hedwig. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning, this dreary Wednesday and Harry found his thoughts wandering frequently to the late headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore. It was only a year ago that Harry had been awaiting the arrival of Dumbledore to take him to the Burrow and to inform him of Sirius's wishes found in the will.
Harry was wrenched from his muses when he heard the rustling of feathers and felt a soft plunk as Hedwig landed on the bed beside him, a large field mouse in her beak. As he stroked her soft head he sighed.
"You're going to have to go to the Burrow, Hedwig. I will be arriving there later. Ron can take care of you until then." Hedwig hooted her understanding and pushed off of the bed and flew out the open window into the sky of bright orange and red hues. He heaved himself off the bed and ambled downstairs to kill time.
Harry went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The Dursley's had gone with Dudley to buy his uniform for his last year at school. Harry got a drink from the tap and sauntered to the living room. He only had nearly forty-five minutes before it was time to go. Harry and the Weasley's decided it would be best if Harry came there for Bill and Fleur Delacour's wedding planned for that Friday. He was ready to go the only thing left for him to do was to wait until eight o'clock when he would Apparate to the Burrow. Harry flipped through the channels aimlessly until the clock finally struck eight.
This morning Harry would not only be leaving Privet Drive, and the Dursley's for the last time, but he would also be leaving his only tie to his childhood.