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It was a humid, stormy night on Privet Drive and a boy lay silently in his bed, listening to the drip-drop of the leak in his ceiling. His green eyes flickered open as a surge of pain went through his head. He raised his hand to the lightning bolt shaped scar, wondering if he should worry that the pain was happening almost every day now.
A moment later he heard a familiar tap on the window and instinctively went over to let Hedwig into his dreary bedroom. His snowy white owl flew into the room, her wet feathers dripping onto his floor. Two slightly damp letters were clasped in her talons. It perched itself on Harry's dresser and stood nobly, its golden feathers gleaming in the moonlight. Harry guessed it was one of the Hogwarts owls. As Harry took the letter off of its leg, the owl ruffled its feathers importantly and flew back out the window.
He sat down on the corner of his bed and ripped open the first letter.
Dear Harry,
How have you been? Are the muggles treating you decently? If not, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if you threatened them with a good hex or two. The order is regrouping here. We are gaining strength, and soon we should be powerful enough to take on Voldemort once again. After the devastating losses we suffered last year, we have made extensive preparations for our next attack. I must ask you, how ever vain it is, to refrain from going after Voldemort. I assure you that the order has these matters under control. Please try to enjoy your final year at Hogwarts, Harry, and stay out of trouble. For Sirius' sake.
Sincerely,
Remus Lupin
Harry sighed and pushed the letter away, ignoring Remus' warnings to abstainfrom helping the order. Pushing Lupin's voice from his mind, Harry unfolded the next letter and instantly recognized Ron's untidy scrawl.
Hi'ya Mate!
How've you been? I'm pretty good. Mum and Hermione both say hi. Hermione just got here yesterday. She's about to have an episode because she hasn't gotten her supplies list for school yet. She is such a bloody know-it-all. Ow! Hermione has just told me to inform you that she is not a bloody know-it-all and that I am an insensitive git. Bloody woman. See you in a couple of days.
-Ron
Harry smiled at his friends' endless bickering. He couldn't wait to join all of them at the Weasleys' home in just two days' time. The last letter was from Hogwarts and contained his typical list of books and supplies. Harry placed the letters on his bedside table and placed his glasses on top of them. He leaned back on the lumpy bed and rested his head on his pillow. Within seconds, his eyes drooped closed and he was sleeping peacefully.
The next two days were hot and miserable. Harry's aunt and uncle managed to find an endless number of chores for him to do, making sure he never had a spare moment to practice his magic or do his homework. By the time he finally found himself in his bed two days later, Harry was sore and aching from head to toe.
Just as he was dozing off, Harry heard a loud 'pop' from just below his window. Having some idea of what might be waiting for him, Harry rushed to find the source of the noise. Sure enough, standing on the lawn of number 4 Privet Drive, were none other than Fred and George Weasley.
"Oi!" Fred called as Harry flung open the window. "How you been, Harry?"
"Alright," Harry said. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, we had nothing better to do," George began.
"So we thought we'd come to bring you back to the Burrow," Fred finished.
"And to make sure your uncle doesn't give you any problems," added George with a mischievous grin.
"Alright," Harry chuckled. "Let me run down and open the door for you."
"Alright, then," Fred hollered back. "But do hurry up, it is raining you know."
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Fred and George helped Harry gather his things, all being careful not to wake the sleeping Dursleys. Harry left a note informing them that he had finally left their home for the last time. He smiled as he walked out the door and onto the porch, knowing he would never have to return.
"You alright, Harry?" George asked upon noticing the dreamlike grin plastered on Harry's face.
"Yeah," Harry continued to smile. "I just realized that I never have to come back here again." The twins laughed at his jubilant disposition. "How'd you guys get here?" Harry asked, realizing there was no way of getting them to the Burrow.
"Portkey," they responded in unison.
"Aren't you supposed to have authorization for one of those," Harry asked.
"I don't think so," Fred said, a look of feigned concern crossing his face. "You ever heard of a rule like that, George?"
"Nope," responded George. Harry laughed as George reached into his pocket and pulled out an old, chipped teacup. All three of them placed a finger on the teacup and soon they were rushing through the air toward the ever familiar Burrow.
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As soon as Harry arrived at the Burrow he was engulfed in a hug by Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh Harry, dear, how have you been? I'm so glad that you're here, we all are. I've missed you so much! I can't believe how much you have grown this summer!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she continued to squeeze the life out of Harry.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," he managed to get out. "But I can't really breathe right now."
"Oh goodness!" Mrs. Weasley gasped, finally letting go and taking a step back. "I'm so sorry Harry, dear. Here, have something to eat. Can I get you a cup of tea?"
"That would be nice, thank you," Harry said, sitting down at the large kitchen table.
Behind him, he heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. Hermione and Ron burst into the cramped room and Harry stood to greet them. Hermione embraced him in a hug and Ron gave him a pat on the back.
"Oh, it's so nice to finally see you Harry!" Hermione said, letting go of him.
"Yeah, nice to see you mate," Ron added.
"Same to you," Harry said. Mrs. Weasley came back to the table with a cup of steaming tea for Harry.
"Now, you two let him be," Mrs. Weasley scolded Ron and Hermione. "Poor Harry's had a long night, and he's very tired. Now you two just run along to bed and you can talk to Harry in the morning." Mrs. Weasley shooed his two friends back up the stairs, leaving Harry to some peace and quiet in the kitchen.
