Ok...so this is where Fred and George come in and if one hasnt figured it out, Harry is of age and can soon apparate. (plz forgive me if my Harry Potter knowledge isnt accurate.)

Chapter TWO

Apparating

Harry was ecstatic. "Hey! FRED! GEORGE! When did--" His mouth was sealed by George's palm.

"Sssh…we don't want anyone to know that we're here!" he said. "Well, let's get down to business, shall we?" George turned to Fred. Then, they both turned to Harry. They handed him a small, but heavy burlap bag.

"What's this?" Harry inquired.

"Hmmm...I don't know, Potter! Maybe, you should look inside," Fred said in a sarcastic manner. Harry peeked in to find a cornucopia of gold coins.

"Fred, George, no!" Harry exclaimed. "I can't accept this."

"Now, now, Harry," Fred said. "It is our obligation to give this to you, Harry."

"Yes, Potter," George added. "You're about to go on a journey where you probably die due to an untimely death."

"So, basically, we need to give this to you now before you die."

"Uh, thanks," Harry finally replied. "I think..."

"Well, better head off, Harry, old chap," Fred told him. "We can't leave the store unminded for long or else all of our joke supplies will go nuts."

"All the best, Harry. Happy Birthday." With those words, both departed in a fierce snap.

Harry could not believe it. Harry was seventeen today. He was officially a man. He could leave the Dursely's. He never had to see them again.

Another crack was heard. This time, a man Harry hardly recognized Apparated in his room. He was wearing blue-grey robes and had pitch-black hair, much like Harry's. He looked quite young.

"Well, well, well." The man looked at Harry quite peculiarly. "If it is not the infamous Harry Potter."

"Who are you?" Harry retorted. He did not like a man that just Apparates in his room on his birthday.

"I, Harry Potter, am your Apparating judge," said he. "Artemis Cauldronburn's the name. It's a pleasure to meet you, Potter. Happy Birthday!"

"H-Hi," Harry still did not feel very comfortable.

"Now, let's start, Potter. I shan't be here too long." The man took out a wand. "Now, let's see. Apparate downstairs. I shall wait for you there." There was a crack and Harry was left, once again, alone in his room. Harry tried to remember to concentrate and to go downstairs. Harry kept trying all summer to practice Apparating and Disapparating. He wanted so much to be able to Apparate anywhere he pleased. He, then, Apparated to the kitchen. He felt dizzy like he always did when he Apparated. But he really wanted to have an Apparating License so he pretended to be fine.

"Oh! POTTER!" Aunt Petunia yelled when she saw a young boy appear in her room from out of nowhere.

"Very good, Potter." Artemis Cauldronburn looked impressed.

"Who are you? Who is this, Boy?" Uncle Vernon bursted in when he heard his wife screech.

"Oh dear! Potter, you did not tell me Muggles were down here," Artemis looked distressed. "Obliviate!" Artemis modified their memories so that would not remember any of this. "Now, where would you like to go, Potter?"

"Th-The Burrow," Harry blurted out. That was true. That was the only place he wanted to be at that moment.

"Ah. The Weasley's. I've been meaning to see Bill anyway. Good call, Potter."

"You know Bill?"

"Of course! Bill was my best friend in Hogwarts. I heard he was engaged to that Veela girl. How is he? I haven't seen him in years."

"Uh..." Harry did not know whether he should tell Artemis about Bill being attacked. "M-Maybe you should ask him when you see him."

"I'll do that, Potter," Artemis was pleased. "I'm assuming that once we go there, you will not want to return to this Muggle hell-hole. Grab your things, boy." He just had a thought at that moment. This was the last time he will probably ever see the Dursely's again. Happiness enveloped Harry's soul. Harry did as he was told and Apparated with them. This time, the Apparating lasted longer. He felt dizzy yet again.

"HARRY!" He regained his consciousness when he felt a familiar embrace. He looked down. It was Ginny. The beautiful red-headed daughter of the Weasley family. Ginny and Harry went out last year. He genuinely adored her and she, him. They were perfect for each other. But, Harry could never be with her, though. If he did, the Death-Eaters and possibly Voldemort would go after her first as bait to lure Harry to them. The saga between he and the Dark Arts must be vanquished or else the lives of everyone he loves will be destroyed. He did not want her hurt so he ended it with her at Dumbledore's funeral. Harry looked at her once more. He kissed her on the lips and they quickly separated.

"Ginny." He did not know what came over him. Harry stared at her. She was so beautiful. Her red hair was glowing in the sun.

A disgruntled cough distracted them.

"Potter!" Artemis exclaimed. "If you're quite finished, shall we continue your test."

"HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" Hermione ran to him. She embraced him. "What are you doing here?"

"HARRY!" Ron rushed to him as well.

"Fine, Potter," Artemis looked quite upset. "Ten minutes and then, we'll test you."

"HARRY, DARLING," Mrs. Weasley's pudgy self ran to Harry. "What are you doing here? Oh dear! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!"

Mr. Weasley ran outside and yelled, "HARRY! Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Fleur ran out. Fleur screamed and kissed Harry on the cheek. Harry thought he saw Ginny roll her eyes when she did that. Harry loved this feeling. He had not felt like this in a long time. He actually felt...wanted.

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