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Chapter 2: Back to Privet Drive

Harry and the rest got off the Hogwarts Express with their luggage. Harry looked at the train for the last time before as he made his way out of platform nine and three quarters. He found Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Lupin, Tonks, Fleur and Bill whose face was a little less scarred than before waiting for them. They had all apparated after the funeral.

"Hello Harry dear," said Mrs.Weasley.

"Hi again Mrs.Weasley," he replied.

"Hurry up boy" somebody growled." I haven't got all day"

Harry looked around and saw Uncle Vernon waiting for him along with Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione.

"I already told mum at the funeral. We're with you mate." Ron said.

Hermione nodded.

Mr.Weasley, Fred and George approached Uncle Vernon.

"Hello. I'm sure you remember me" Mr.Weasley said extending his hand to Uncle Vernon who did not shake it.

"Hi Dudley" Fred said grinning. "What's up?"

Dudley whimpered and hid behind his mother. He still had not forgotten about the Ton-Tongue-Toffee incident.

"Well I would like to inform you that Ron and Hermione will be staying with Harry at your house for a couple of days. You wont' mind will you?" Mr.Weasley asked completely oblivious to the fact that Uncle Vernon had turned purple. " Hmmm… I see you're going to face a seating problem. Well I'll just use a simple charm," he continued taking Uncle Vernon's silence for a yes.

"You are not touching my car," he bellowed finally.

"Oh but how else do you expect everyone to fit?" Mr.Weasley asked innocently.

"Who said I'm allowing these other people to enter my house?" Uncle Vernon shouted back causing several people to stop and stare.

"Oh you'll allow them alright." Growled Moody who had just arrived. "If you know what's good for you." He took off his hat to reveal his magical eye.

"Fine." said Uncle Vernon accepting defeat.

Mr.Weasley proceeded with the Dursleys to their car to enlarge the backseat of their car while Harry, Hermione and Ron stayed behind to bid farewell.

"Now take good care of yourself dear," said Mrs.Weasley. " Now, Arthur's already told Scrimgeour that you two are going, so you two are allowed magic in the house" she added turning to Ron and Hermione.

Fred whispered something in Ron's ear and a mischievous grin spread across his face. Unfortunately, Mrs.Weasley spotted this.

"Don't you dare entice him Fred. Ron I don't want to hear you hexing or jinxing that muggle boy. Do you understand me?" she said.

"Mum, I'm seventeen years old. Do you think I'm that immature? Ron said.

"No, it's just…. Of course not dear," replied Mrs.Weasley as she hugged the three of them again.

"The git looks at me and I'll turn him into a flobberworm." Ron said as they started to head towards uncle Vernon's car.

"Take care of yourself Harry," said Mr.Weasley who was standing outside the car, while the three Dursleys were in it, Dudley preferring to sit in front with his mother.

"Thanks Mr.Weasley," replied Harry as he got inside the car with the other two along with their luggage.

The car ride was pretty boring. No one talked except uncle Vernon who kept mumbling and muttering under his breath.

Doesn't scare me….. Stupid children……My house…..Magic…..

As soon as they got home and uncle Vernon had parked the car, Dudley ran in with aunt Petunia hurrying quickly after him, the three of them got out uncle Vernon held them back.

"Listen up you lot. I don't know why you're here, but while you are here, you will not come out of the room you are staying in and you will not speak to any of us. Understand?"

"Ummmm… yes of course." Hermione said.

"Good." grunted uncle Vernon and he marched inside.

"Git." Ron said.

Grinning, Harry led the two inside and up into his room.

"Aaah. I sort of remember this." Ron said entering. He had glimpsed the room from outside when he had come to rescue Harry four years back.

Hermione put down her luggage and sat down on the bed.

"So. What are we doing?" she asked.

"We'll go visit Godrics Hollow tomorrow and then come back here for a day then set of for the Burrow for the wedding."

"Aaah okay." Ron said scanning the room. "But, there's only one bed. How do you exp…"

"Oh, honestly Ron." Hermione said exasperatedly. "Use your head. We'll just transform some stuff into mattresses".

"I knew that." Ron muttered under his breath.

"Right, I'll go get something to eat." Harry said.

He left the room, descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. He took some snacks from the cupboard, turned to leave and saw aunt Petunia standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

"Why are they here and when are they going?" she asked coldly.

"Are you talking about me?" Harry cheeked.

Aunt Petunia narrowed her eyes.

"We'll be gone by tomorrow morning. Then we'll come back for a little while and after that you'll never have to see me again." He said. "I just want to know one thing. Did you ever visit my parents place or do you at least know where it is?"

"No." she replied. "I never went there even though she invited me a couple of times. All I know is that the house was about four miles north from here near a countryside."

"Thank you" Harry said.

"Don't thank me" she snapped returning at once to her usual self. "I'm only telling you this so that you go and are no longer a burden on my family." And with that, she turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Harry went upstairs and entered his room. Ron and Hermione were both sitting each on their new conjured up mattresses. Harry gave them the food and they all sat quietly as they ate their way through a couple of packet of crisps and a few drinks.

"Well, night." He said as turned the light off, went to his bed and placed his glasses on the table.

"G'night." Hermione and Ron said.

Tomorrow, he was going to visit his house, he thought. The place where his parents lived. And remembering James and Lily Potter, Harry rolled over and fell asleep.

A/N: well hello all. Hmmm I didn't get reviews except for one. But I'm grateful to that one reviewer who enjoyed my story. So here you go. Enjoy and please review, so I can write more. Kruger