Harry woke up next morning to find three letters lying on the floor beside his bed. He grabbed his glasses, put them on, and held the letters to read them. They were from the Weasleys and Hermione. One letter from Hermione said that she visited a wizarding museum and had fun. She was going to come home in two days. Another was from Mrs. Weasley inviting Harry to come and stay with them. Only Harry didn't stand the horrible shrieks of Mrs. Black. The last one was from Ron, saying that he, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get the new books. So, that's why they invited Harry, so that he could go with them. Quickly, Harry got a piece of parchment and his quill and began to write:

Dear Weasleys and Hermione,
Thank you for your kind invitation. I would simply love to join you and go shopping in Diagon Alley. Hey, I've got good news. The Dursleys totally changed this summer, ever since Mad Eye and Lupin threatened Uncle Vernon at Kings Cross. Ever since that moment, they started treating me like I was a second Dudley or something like that. They look like they'd been under the Imperius curse, actually. Yeah, about going with you, just as I said, it's my pleasure. Just send me an owl, telling me when you're going to Diagon Alley, and whether it's my job to come to you at Kings Cross, or you come and take me.

Sincerely,
Harry

As soon as he finished writing, he put the letter in a parcel, and tied it to Hedwig's leg. She set off to travel to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry got out of bed, and went for breakfast. The dining table was a complete mess from yesterday. Cherries were all over the floor, chocolate of the cake was on the chairs, soda was dripping from the edge of the table... Luckily, from the deep part of Harry's white heart, he cleaned that mess. Of course, he used magic to save time. It would take him a whole hour just to scrub the floor and wash the table. He took out his wand, pointed it at the whole table, and said "Scourgify". In seconds, the table was totally sparkling! Harry then went to the kitchen to help Aunt Petunia prepare breakfast. He was surprised to see no one there. That's weird---Harry thought. Aunt Petunia usually woke up very early, to clean the living room, and prepare breakfast as she normally did. Maybe she was ill----Harry thought. Well, he had to at least do something that could impress his aunt. So he decided to cook breakfast himself. He opened the fridge, took out 1 egg, and boiled it. He also took out some juice and poured into a silver goblet. Harry waited for the egg to boil, it took the egg fifteen minutes to do so. Finally, Harry took the egg and juice, put them on a tray, and went to the dining table. He began eating right away, when...
"Harry?" came the voice of Aunt Petunia.
"Good morning Aunt Petunia, I thought you were sick, so don't worry, I cooked breakfast myself, you see," said Harry.
"Sick? Don't be ridiculous! You could've simply woken me up!"
"What happened anyway? Usually, you're the first one to wake up in this house," said Harry, waiting for an answer.
"I decided that I should get some more sleep, I was tired after yesterday celebrating. Wait a moment, where's all the cherry from last night? The chocolate? The soda? The---"
"Don't worry, I've cleaned it all, "
"You, you cleaned that mess?"
"Yeah, I thought of helping,"
"Well, thank you so much Harry,"
"Don't mention it,"
Moments of silence passed, until Harry spoke again...
"Aunt Petunia, I forgot to mention this to you yesterday. I had three letters from my friends at school saying that they would be pleased to have me join them at their house for the last couple of days before we begin term. Not to mention that we need to go get our school supplies form some---well---some---I can't describe it---but its name is Diagon Alley,"
"Digo-what?"
"I know, it seems odd to you, but please, can I go?"
He waited for a response. He thought that his aunt would simply refuse to let him go, and demand that he stays till the first of September. However, a smile showed on Aunt Petunia's face...
"Of course you can go, Harry, and have a good year,"
"Thanks!" responded Harry happily. Still, he didn't receive an owl from the Weasleys and Hermione. So, he wasn't quite sure how he will be going to them. When moments later, the doorbell rang.
"Don't worry Harry, I'll get it," said Aunt Petunia quickly. She headed straight to the door and opened it.
"Ah---hello there, Mrs. Dursley--um---well---um---I'm here to pick up Harry so that we can go back to---well--our home, I'm sure Harry has told you all about that, didn't he?"
Harry moved closer to the door, and tried to spot who it was speaking to his aunt. He caught sight of a short, red haired woman, wearing a green-brown coat, and a fluffy black hat on her head. It was Mrs. Weasley!
"Mrs. Weasley!" shouted Harry happily. " I've been waiting for an owl but nothing came."
"Harry dear, how wonderful to see you," replied Mrs. Weasley.
"You know this lady, Harry?" asked Aunt Petunia.
"Of course I do, she's my friend's mom," answered Harry enthusiastically. "Come in Mrs. Weasley, have a pot of tea."
"Well thank you, my dear boy," said Mrs. Weasley with a wide smile wiping her face.
Harry rushed to the kitchen and brought some tea. He gave it politely to Mrs. Weasley and asked her if she wanted anymore sugar.
"So, how are you Harry, had a good summer?" began Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh yeah, you see here, my aunt, uncle, and cousin were being totally nice to me," said Harry, and Aunt Petunia raised her head and smiled.
"Be as it is, so how are you Mrs. Dursley? Find young Harry amusing?"
"Well, he's such a good boy, he's been offering to help me with cooking ever since the middle of June. You see, this morning, I dozed off a bit, and Harry helped clean a big mess that occurred from yesterday's celebration,"
"Celebration?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"We all celebrated my son, Dudley's victory in a boxing tournament."
"Of course, Harry has always been such a nice boy, you should come and listen to his past in Hogwarts, school..." began Mrs. Weasley.
"I wish to get to know more about that school later on," said Aunt Petunia.
"Well, Harry dear," started Mrs. Weasley, "you should be getting your trunk. I expect we will be leaving soon."
"Right away!" Harry then headed to his room, gathered all his stuff, and put it in his trunk. He was sure that Hedwig's cage was perfectly locked, and went downstairs. This is heavy---thought Harry. He took out his wand, pointed it at his school trunk, and said Locomoter Trunk. The trunk followed him all the way downstairs. He then went straight to Aunt Petunia, hugged her, and said goodbye. He and Mrs. Weasley were already out the house, putting Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage in a car.
"Mrs. Weasley, sorry, but, how are we going to get to Diagon Alley?"
"Not to worry, Harry dear. I'll drive us to The Leaky Cauldron in London, and then you know that secret passageway built in the red brick wall, all you have to do is tap it with your wand several places several times, and Diagon Alley will be in front of you in no time. Oh, and don't worry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny will be waiting for you there at Flourish and Blotts." answered Mrs. Weasley.
Several minutes passed, until at last, they reached The Leaky Cauldron. Harry stepped out of the car, and took out his trunk, and Hedwig. He was all ready now to enter Diagon Alley, of course after he tapped the bricks on the wall with his wand, like Hagrid had shown him before first year.
"Mrs. Weasley, thank you for the ride," said Harry.
"Oh it was nothing dear,"
"Um..do you mind if I ask where you got this car?"
"Certainly not dear. You know Arthur, with his Muggle obsession. He won fifty thousand galleons in some contest that was held at the Ministry. He then decided to buy us a new useful car, for transport in the muggle world."
"Oh, cool. Well, bye then," said Harry with a smile.
"Bye dear, have a good term. And Harry, do be careful, I don't know what will happen this year with the Order, and Dumbledore, but please, be careful."
"Don't worry, I will be. Well then, bye."
In an instant, Harry bewitched his trunk and Hedwig's cage so that they can follow him to the entrance of Diagon Alley. He took out his wand, and tapped the bricks on the wall. Slowly, faster, and then even faster, a passageway opened, and Diagon Alley stood there, packed with witches and wizards as always.