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Author's Note: I'm sick, fun, wow. Thanx for all the reviews. I updated my profile. This chapter isn't really important to the plot, but it shows how much Harry's friends care about him. The next chapter will be really long I promise.

Unnecessary Visitors

Knock, knock. Knock, knock. Someone was banging on the door of Number 4 Privet Drive, making an unnecessary amount of noise. The knocking was driving Petunia insane.

"I'm coming," she yelled irritably. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out who it could be. Dudley's friends always rang the bell, and she wasn't expecting any visitors.

She opened the door. To her great disdain, roughly 25 people stood on her doorstep. They were all young. None of them looked any older than 19, and none appeared to be under 15. All of the people standing on her doorstep were poorly dressed as muggles. She knew instantly that they were witches and wizards, or freaks as she so kindly christened them. She ushered them inside quickly, heaven forbid the neighbors see them.

"Come in, come in. Quickly, watch your step."

They all crowed quickly into the entrance hall. "Perhaps you'd like to wait for Harry in the sitting room? I'll go fetch him."

"Thank you Mrs. Dursley."

Petunia was slightly taken aback by the bushy-haired girl's politeness. She climbed the stairs, and walked down the hall to Harry's room. She knocked, and entered when she heard Harry call that the door was open. Petunia stood in the doorway, and Harry looked up from his book.

"You have some visitors. They are downstairs, and are waiting for you."

"What you didn't slam the door on them, and threaten to call the police?" Petunia looked shocked. "I was kidding, learn to take a joke." She looked relieved. "Thanks Aunt Petunia."

"You're welcome, would you and your friends like some snacks?"

"No that's okay."

Harry walked down the stairs, followed closely by Petunia. At the base of the stairs they parted. Petunia to the kitchen, and Harry to the sitting room.

"Harry," Hermione shrieked. She gave him a bone crushing hug.

"Harry," everyone chorused. He soon found himself being clapped on the back, and hugged by numerous people.

"Did you guys miss me much?"

"Yes," said Ron. "Mum's been obsessed with our safety. She won't let us out of the house without at least 2 adults. She's getting as paranoid as Moody."

Harry gave a small smile. Everyone took turns telling about their hellish summers. Dean's was the worst. He had magical wards on his windows and bedroom door. Apparently the twins and Ron had gown on another rescue mission, but this time Ginny had come along for the ride.

"Anyway, the real reason we're here is not to discuss our summers. We're here to convince you to return to Hogwarts. As I'm sure you've read in the Prophet, Hogwarts is going to remain open."

"Yeah Harry, you have to come back. Hogwarts won't be the same without you," said Terry Boot.

"There's no one at Hogwarts like you," agreed Ernie.

"Please comeback Harry," begged Neville.

"We made a list of reasons why you should come back," added Cho. Harry stared at them wide-eyed.

"Number 1," began Hannah, "Hogwarts needs DA to continue, and you're the leader." She passed the list to Katie. "Number 2, we're bound to have a horrible Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so everyone needs someone to show them good techniques." Susan received the list next. "Number 3, McGonagall needs her favorite student, otherwise she'll be miserable." Everyone read something from the list. Finally Fred and George received the list. They were last. "Number 25," read Fred and George simultaneously, "The Gryffindor Quidditch team needs you; otherwise we'll lose the cup to Slytherin."

Harry burst out laughing at everyone's somber expressions. They stared at him like he was insane. An uncomfortable silence descended over the room. It was interrupted by Petunia with several large plates of cookies, and beverages. She looked around.

"Why the long faces? You look like someone's died."

Harry started laughing again. Petunia looked at him questioningly. He just shook his head.

"Care to explain what's so funny Harry?"

"Would now or later be a good time to mention that I have every intention of returning to Hogwarts?"
Everyone except Petunia sat in stunned silence. Ron who had been eating cookies at a rapid pace stopped. He locked eyes with Harry. Suddenly he tackled him.

"You know I hate you right now. If I didn't like you so much I'd kill you right now."

"Who are you kidding? It's not a matter of liking me; it's a matter of patience. You wouldn't want to wait in line for your chance to kill me."

"I ought to murder you right now for that smart statement," threatened Hermione. Petunia just laughed.

"Apparently you ought to learn to speak up sooner. Look at all these unnecessary visitors here at your expense."

Harry friends decided that Harry would be excellent on the bottom of a dog pile.

"Urgh," Harry grunted, "Aunt Petunia a little help."

"No, you brought this burden upon yourself."

Author's Note: Thanx to all my reviewers. I'm getting faster at typing, yeah. I'll try to update more often. You might not see the next chapter for a little while because it's eight pages front and back handwritten. Lots of action. PPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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