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(A.N starts of as 3rd persons P.O.V)

Chapter 1

At no. 4 Privet Drive, Harry Potter woke up with a start. He sighed to himself. He had just had one of his usual dreams about the death of his beloved godfather, Sirius. He had been having those dreams for quite some time, just like the time he had dreamed about Cedric. He again sighed. It been only been 12 days since he had left Hogwarts and he was already missing it. He missed the secret doors, the trick staircases and the sheer magic of the place, but most of all he missed his two great friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger and thought about where they were now. He was also anxious about what was happening in the wizarding world. He had subscribed to the daily prophet, but they had only ways to protect people from the dark wizard Voldemort. They didn't write about the activity of the death eaters. Harry wondered whether Voldemort was going to make his move soon. The only consolation was that no dark activity had been reported. Harry also wondered whether the order of phoenix was now an official club. "It would certainly help in fighting Voldemort," he thought.

He looked at the calendar and sighed. Whatever was happening it certainly didn't seem like he was going to be let in on it. His aunt and uncle were treating him better this year, thanks to a stern warning given by moody and co at king cross. He smiled as he remembered that memory. It was one of the very few things, which had made him smile this vacation. He hadn't been the same ever since the death of Sirius Black .The prophecy concerning him and Voldemort was also weighing on his mind.

The days seemed to fly by, he was now counting by the days (or rather hours, it was 22:00 on June 30th) till his birthday. He had received quite a few owls from Ron and Hermione. They had all contained nothing but ordinary junk. He figured that either they didn't have any information or that they had been forbidden to write. He was yet to receive any birthday presents from both of them and longed to go to a place where he had a wizard to talk to. He was starting to get desperate.

He was now only minutes away from his 16th birthday, 10 minutes to be exact. He was excited by the thought of it. Just being 16 made him have a special feeling in his stomach. He felt as though this year would hold something special for him. Just 13 seconds were left. 10.. 8.. 5.3..1..

Knock! Knock! Somebody was knocking on his window. He turned and what he saw was unbelievable, Mr. Weasley and Moody were knocking on his door.

"I forgot about the non-apparition charm," grunted Moody as he magically opened the window.

"There is a non-apparating charm on this house?" Asked Harry amazed.

"Yes, there has been one ever since you were brought to this house," said Moody

"I never knew," said Harry slightly stunned by the news.

"You weren't supposed to, anyway it's best if we get back to the Burrow. I have written a letter to your relatives. We are going to use a portkey." Arthur said holding up an old and battered cloak. "And oh don't bother about your things, we can get them out of here later."

Harry nodded and touched the portkey. "On the count of three ok" Arthur said as he and Moody touched the cloak too. "One two three" Harry felt the familiar jerk behind his navel as within seconds he found himself in the Weasley kitchen.

"Harry!" Shouted his best friend Ron. "How are you mate?"

"Fine Ron", answered Harry, "Is Hermione here too?"

"No, but she is due to arrive anytime now", just as he said so the fireplace burst into flames and Hermione came out brushing away the soot.

"Hi Harry, Ron" she said.

"Hi Hermione!" Said Harry.

Harry's P.O.V

We all had a sumptuous dinner that night thanks to Mrs. Weasley, who felt that a reunion like this called for a great feast. After we all had 3rd helpings of pudding we retired to our beds. I shared a room with Ron as usual as we settled down to talk. It was then that I learned about how various charms had been put on the burrow to make it safe from death eaters. That was also the reason I had been brought here. The topic then turned to girls.

"So Harry thinking of dating anyone yet?", Asked Ron.

"No" I said.

"I am certainly on the lookout," said Ron and grinned.

To be continued...