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A\N: My own version of book seven…please R&R!

Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing at the entrance to the Burrow, talking.

"Harry," Ron began cautiously. "When do you think you'll be back?"

"Soon. I've just got to go to Privet Drive once more, and I've followed Dumbledore's orders. Then, I can come back and we, if you still want to, can go search out Voldemort."

"Harry, maybe this isn't the best idea. Maybe we should complete our seventh year at Hogwarts, and then go search out V-Voldemort." Hermione looked at Harry, a bit frightened.

"Sure," Harry said. "Go ahead."

"Really! That's great! We better start packing. Come on, Harry."

'Not me. You. If you guys wanna go do your seventh year, be my guest. "Harry's voice grew louder as his words grew harsher. "I am not going to sit around and waste my time while Voldemort is killing people! Maybe what happened to Dumbledore isn't enough of a sign to you, but Voldemort is growing in power, and he wants to kill people. Maybe me. Maybe you guys. I don't know, but I do know that this CANNOT happen. Voldemort cannot be allowed to regain power and followers!"

Hermione shrunk against the front door. "Harry, I'm sorry. I-"

Quite suddenly, the front door opened and Hermione toppled to the ground inside, choking up dust.

"Well," Fred said, grinning impishly. "I've always dreamed of women falling at my feet."

"Oh, shut up," Hermione growled as she brushed off her robes.

"Well, I'll see you lot. I'll be back soon."

"Bye, Harry," Hermione said softly.

'See you, mate," Ron said gruffly.

Harry turned towards the sloping valley and stared into it for a moment. Then, he swished his robes around him and Disapparated.