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Chapter 3

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. The sky was a perfect blue with wonderful, fluffy white clouds and the birds songs were songs of joy and happiness. It was the perfect day for a wedding.

Harry opened his eyes to the sunlight playing across the ceiling. He decided to wait a few minutes before waking Ron and Hermione. As he stared up at ceiling he thought, "Hopefully today was going to be as joyous as planned. Also, how were they going to say good-bye when it was all over? What was going to happen tomorrow?" Harry got so submerged in his thoughts that he lost track of time. By the time Harry realized that he had gotten lost in the land of dangerous and disheartening thought the sunlight had brighten the room completely. It was shining off Hedwigs cage and bouncing of the ceiling and floor making the room look like it had strobe lights.

Harry rolled out of bed and hit Ron with his pillow. He yawned and said "Get up, we're late."

"Don't wanna."

"Hermione, wake him up," Hermione had been up just as long as Harry. She turned over and started poking Ron "Come on, your mum's going to get mad."

"Not moving," Ron grunted turning on his stomach and putting his pillow over his head.

Hermione winked at Harry and started poking Ron again. Harry figured out what was coming and he dived into his trunk and started looking for socks. From somewhere above he heard Ron yell, "Leave me alone!" and then a smacking noise and Ron's voice perked up and said, "I'm up, I'm up."

Harry emerged grinning, "Well don't you have a way with words Hermione?"

"She sure does."

The three of them exchanged playful smiles and started dressing and packing. They collected their things and packed their trunks as best they could. After about an hour and a half all their things were in the corner of the room. Hedwigs cage was on top of the Harry's trunk with is Firebolt resting on the side. Pig's cage was with Ron's trunk and broomstick. Crookshanks was safely packed in his basket on top of Hermione's trunk.

"Well, are we going to say good-bye?" Hermione asked surveying their things.

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Well, Harry this might," her voice faltered. "might be the last him you see them."

"And I care why?"

"I know you hated them and they never really treated you great, but they are you family and you should say something. One day they might look back and really appreciate it." she was speaking stronger and with more power in her voice.

"Why should I? They never cared about me?" Harry wasn't going to waist breath on them.

"I know, but be the stronger person and say something. It might mean a lot and make you feel better."

"Fine," Harry resigned, he was only doing it to shut her up. "Stay here, I'll be back."

Harry crossed the room to the door and headed downstairs. He found his aunt and uncle in the kitchen finishing breakfast. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there, "Well we're leaving, Good-bye."

"Bye," Uncle Vernon grunted "Not coming back again?"
"No, most likely not." Harry stated.

"Good, well it's been a real displeasure knowing you. Good riddance," he never took he eyes from his paper.

"Yeah figured you'd say that. Well I only came here to make Hermione be quiet." He turned to leave. Before he could reach the stairs he heard the kitchen door close and Aunt Petunia say "Harry?'

"What?" He asked turning his head but not removing his foot from the step.

"Be careful, please." her voice was meek and very unlike Aunt Petunia's

Harry turned from the step and approached her, "I will, I promise."

"I know I haven't been the greatest Aunt. I never gave you the love and care you deserved, but you never disappointed me," she put her hands on Harry's shoulders and stared him in the eye, "I know I complained about me sister a lot but I'm very proud of her and you. Whenever I look into your eyes I see her and can't help but smile."

Harry didn't know what to say. This wasn't Aunt Petunia but he liked it and it did help. "Thanks, I appreciate that." He managed as he tried hard not to cry.

"Again I'm proud of you and always will be. I love you and would like to make up for lost years, so please come back safely. I love you." her voice quacked and tears were silently streaming down her cheeks.

"I will Aunt Petunia, I will," Harry sniffed, tears leaked out of his eyes "I love you too." Harry hugged her and received a kiss on the forehead, "Be careful."

Harry turned and headed up the stairs wiping his eyes. He couldn't shake the feeling of despair. Aunt Petunia never said that to him and he would cherish that moment forever, he hoped forever would last longer then tomorrow.

He entered his room, with his eyes cast down. He didn't want to show he's been crying. With a shaking voice he said "Let's go."

"Harry? Are you alright?"

"Fine, let's go."

"Okay," Harry looked at her and Ron. One look and they all understood this moment was special and didn't need to be analyzed or even talked about again.

They grabbed their things and apparated to the Burrow's kitchen. As Harry entered his view was obscured by a familiar redhead.

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