Second chaper up and running! Yay!
And, yes, I know this is a really short chapter, but I liked the ending. I'll try to update soon, though...
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
Harry Potter hummed quietly as he made breakfast for himself. The sun had not yet made an appearance, but he had woken from nightmares and did not wish to go back to sleep. So he had gotten up in stead.
Besides, the Boy-Who-Lived thought to himself. It's not like anyone's gonna stop me from doing exactely as I want.
That statement wasn't entirely truthfull, but very close. The Dursleys would not bother him. They had greeted him when he came 'home', then explained to him in a not-so-friendly way that if he absolutely had to live in their house during the summer, he would have to do it without them.
Harry didn't mind. Not at all. Dudley had gloated about it, saying that he and his parents was going to spend the summer on a tropical beach while Harry was stuck in Surrey. The green-eyed teen had just smiled and nodded, not really listening. The Dursleys had unknowingly given him the best birthdaygift ever: Solitude. (As they were going to be away while he turned seventeen, he felt he could call it a birthday present.)
And the Order left him alone, too. After Dumbledore had died there had been absolute chaos, and someone (Harry didn't know who) had decided that the wards around the Dursley family home was strong enough to keep the Boy-Who-Lived out of Voldemorts reach. They had more important things to worry about than a famous sixteen year old, disregarding Dumbledore's wishes to make sure Harry was safe. (A/N: Remember, they don't know about the profecy.)
Even Scrimgeour had desided to lay off. Probably because Harry had been so rude to him during their last 'meeting'. Yet the youth wouldn't put it past the former Head of the Aurors to come and try to 'convince' Harry to tell him what he knew. He Scrimgeour was not the type of man who easily gave up.
Ron and Hermione were both with their respectable families. Harry had managed to convince them to go home for a few weeks. Three weeks to be presise. Untill Bill and Fleur's wedding. After that they would all gather at Privet Drive (they were the only one Harry had told that he was alone there) to make plans of how to find and destroy the rest of the Horcruxes. Best friends to the end. Even though Harry would have prefered it if they had chosen to stay at Hogwarts, safe, he knew he could not deny them their right to embark on this journey with him. From year one they had always shared the adventures, and the danger, and so it would remain. They were, after all, the Golden Trio.
And so the beginning of the summer found the Boy-Who-Lived alone and pretty much cut off from the rest of the world. Harry had never been happier.
Of course, the peace was never long lasting in the Chosen One's life...