A/N;; Okay, so I lied. It took a little longer to write it. But, it's here. Reviews?

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"POTTER!" Harry awoke suddenly and smacked his head on the wall out of suprise. Uncle Vernon had not woke him by yelling in a long time so it came as a shock. He groggily sat up and looked at his alarm clock. 9:06 am. He had overslept and realized Uncle Vernon must be yelling because Mr. Weasley was there.

"Potter, get your ass down here right now!"

"Alright, I'm coming!" he yelled back, irritably. He left his room and walked down the stairs, fast so Uncle Vernon didn't yell again. He walked into the living room to the sight of Uncle Vernon, purple in the face; Mr. Weasley, in horrid attempts at dressing like a Muggle; Aunt Petunia, white with shock; and Dudley, hiding behind his mom, apparetly remembering the last time Mr. Weasley had been there. It was a quite amusing scene, actually.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, trying to hide his smile.

"Hello, Harry. I suppose you didn't tell your aunt and uncle that I would be coming to get you, seeing as your uncle appeared with a bat, when I rang," Mr. Weasley said, his smile apparent.

"No, I, uh-- forgot," he replied.

"Well, get out boy! You are finally gone from us forever! Pack your bags and never return!" Uncle Vernon yelled merciless at his nephew.

"My pleasure!" Harry yelled back and ran up the stairs. He opened his closet and grabbed his trunk. Stomping around his bedroom, he grabbed his wand, schoolbooks, and other important objects in his possession. Finally, when he had his trunk packed and grabbed Hedwig's cage, he slammed the bedroom door very hard and stomped down the stairs. He put his stuff on the ground, walked over to his forsaken uncle, and yelled,"It has NOT ben a pleasure and I hope to NEVER see you again. I hate you, you horrid thing and you deserve to suffer!" With that, he grabbed his stuff and walked over to Mr. Weasley. He looked very shocked but said nothing as he Apparated, with Harry at his side.

They arrived at The Burrow and Mrs. Weasley ran over to Harry, hugging him and fussing over how thin he was, as was usual. She made him sit down and have a large breakfast, until his waistline was tight, which usually happens, when he visits the Weasleys.

"So, where are Ron and the others?" Harry asked, when he had finished eating.

"They're still asleep. Everyone is very tired because we've spent the last couple weeks, preparing for the wedding, even though it is still two weeks away. Fleur has been unbearable!" Mrs. Weasley said, angrily. Then, she softened up her tone and said, So dear, how has your summer been so far?"

"Horrid, as usual. The Dursleys were even worse towards me, because they knew it was my last summer with them," Harry replied.

"That is terrible. I really dislike those people. But just think, once you finish off at Hogwarts, you eill have a wonderful education and get a great job and you will lead a wonderful life," she said, warmly. Harry smiled slightly, but inside felt really guilty. Ron, Hermione and himself had yet to tell Mrs. Weasley that they were not going back to Hogwarts. They had made the decision at the end of the previous year that they were going to go on a quest for the remaining horcruxes and destroy Voldemort. Mrs. Weasley would not be happy about that though, because she wanted them to finish up their education. Harry felt bad, but he knew they had to wait until the right time to tell her. His thoughts dissappeared though, when he heard someone shout,"Harry! How are you, mate?" He turned around to see his freckled faced friend, Ron Weasley. He noticed that Ron had managed to grow even taller since school let out, and his trademark red hair had gotten even longer and messier.

"Hey, Ron. I'm alright. I just ate more than I have in the last three weeks, though," Harry said, laughing slightly.

"Well, that's Mum for you," Ron replied,"Mum, can I have breakfast now too?"

"Of course, Ronny dear. What would you like?"

"Pancakes." And she went off to make them. Harry got up and walked towards the living room, motioning to Ron to follow him. The sat down and Harry said,"Ron, when are we going to tell your mom that we are not going back to Hogwarts this year? She started talking to me about it and it's making me feel really guilty. She needs to know."

"I know, mate. I'll tell her this morning."

"Good." And with that they went back in the kitchen and sat down, waiting for Mrs. Weasley to finish cooking.

After she handed Ron his pancakes, he said,"They look good, Mum." Harry gave him a look, so he continued,"Look, I have to tell you something..."

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