A/N: hey everyone. ok here's the next chapter. enjoy!!

Samora Sucks: ok im glad u think its better than my Girls Night Out story. but im sorry u still dont like it. ok lets get one thing straight-- i do not stalk them. i wrote a letter to each of them and that is not stalking. and yes u did say u wanted to write something JK Rowling would write. u cant deny that. well since u only read the beginning u dont know if its like yours or not. if u had read on u would have noticed that it is nothing like yours. therefore-- i did not copy your story.

disclaimer :i do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling, or any characters!!

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Harry woke up the next morning at around seven. He sighed realizing he had to wait another five hours before he could leave this place for good. He slowly got out of bed and dressed. As he was walking downstairs he heard his aunt and uncle talking.

"That's right. In five hours we will never have to see that retched boy again!" Uncle Vernon announced sounding as if it were the happiest day of the year.

"And another good thing is that today is his birthday so it's the last time we'll have to hear those little hints about birthdays," Aunt Petunia added.

Today was his birthday? How could Harry have forgotten that? He was so excited about never having to come back here that he must have overlooked his birthday. That and he was still wondering what could be going on between Ron and Hermione, if anything. He went back to listening to his aunt and uncle.

"And Dudley will finally be able to have a normal life without another boy around the house. Especially one like him," Uncle Vernon told his wife happily.

"Yes. Well, I'd better start breakfast," Aunt Petunia suddenly said.

"Why don't we get the boy to do it again? It is his last day here. I reckon he'd better be good for his last day," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Well, I suppose," Aunt Petunia agreed.

"Boy! Get down here!" Uncle Vernon roared from the kitchen. Harry slowly trudged down the stairs having heard the whole conversation.

"Yes?" Harry asked politely.

"You are going to cook the breakfast. And don't burn anything. You are still living under my roof for the next four and a half hours. So get to work," Uncle Vernon ordered.

"Yes sir," Harry said as he walked over to the stove. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon left the kitchen and let Harry cook. Harry made the waffles and bacon and then got Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley. They ate the breakfast and told Harry they were satisfied with it. Harry was then allowed to go up to his room. When he closed the door behind him he noticed Hedwig was beating against the window. She had apparently returned from last night. Harry let her in and realized she had two pieces of rolled up parchment tied to her leg. He untied them and took Hedwig over to her cage. Harry went back to his bed and read the letters.

Harry--

That's great that the muggles are lettin' you come! Hermione might've told you but she arrived last night. Well, see you at around noon.

Ron

Harry scrunched up his forehead in thought. Ron had not taken the time to even write a decent letter. And Hermione arrived last night while Harry had to endure the Dursleys' snoring all night. He couldn't help but feel anger and jealousy rise in himself. He put Ron's letter down and read the second one.

Dear Harry,

Yes I did hear that Voldemort is back. And yes I do want you to be careful. This year will be dangerous for you, Ron, and Hermione as well. You because he is after you. Ron and Hermione because they will probably stand by you no matter what. Don't get in too much trouble this year and try to stay out of harm's way. Be careful Harry.

Sirius

Be careful Harry. Be careful Harry. That's all he ever heard anymore. He was sick of it! He knows not to go looking for danger. Danger just always happens to find him! Harry looked at the clock and noticed it was eleven thirty. He Put all of his letters in his trunk and began to pull his luggage down stairs. When it was at the bottom of the stairs, Harry went back up and got Hedwig's cage which had a sleeping Hedwig in it. At quarter till twelve, Harry went back upstairs to make sure he didn't forget anything. At five till twelve, there was a noise in the fireplace. Oh no. They used Floo Powder again.

"Potter! Is your little friend using that powdery stuff again that ruined my living room three years ago?" Uncle Vernon demanded.

"I- I think so. I didn't know he was going to," Harry replied truthfully. The noise got louder and louder until--

CRASH

Everything on the mantel of the fireplace was thrown across the room. The fireplace exploded revealing Mr. Weasley, Fred, and George. But no Ron.

"Hello Harry," Arthur Weasley greeted him.

"Hello Mr. Weasley. Where's Ron?" Harry asked.

"Oh he stayed home. He and Hermione had some stuff to do," Mr. Weasley replied. "So are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. I just gotta go get my trunk," Harry told him.

"We'll help you," Fred offered.

"Yeah, let's go," George agreed.

"Boys, don't be giving that muggle boy anything that will make his tongue grow five feet!" Mr. Weasley called after his sons. A few minutes later, the three boys returned with all of Harry's stuff.

"Ok. Here it is," Harry said.

"Good. You remember how to use Floo Powder?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yes," Harry replied. Harry grabbed his luggage and a handful of the powder and dropped it over the fireplace. He watched as it turned green. Stepping into it, he said "The Burrow!" Harry was spinning and spinning for a long time. But soon, he would find out what Ron and Hermione have been doing behind his back once and for all.

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A/N: sorry its so short. well i hope u liked it. but i promise it will get better. wel please RR!!