Disclaimer – You know that I don't own J.K.Rowling's wonderful creations – I just admire them enough to flatter her by writing my own versions of Harry Potter – Does me saying this mean you won't sue me JK?

A/N – Wow! I'm listening to Simple Plan – Welcome to my Life at the moment and it's given me inspiration to write chapter 4 even quicker! I love this song! It's awesome…Sorry…to the point.

A thanks for the good reviews all of you wonderful people! Very grateful! Although those of you who didn't review – shame on you! Well, not really, but it would've been nice!

I hope you review and enjoy this chapter. I've had most of this written for a long while. I wrote it when I'd just posted chapter 1. I'm just fine tuning it at the moment. I had a free science lesson in school and I asked my friend Jess (Hey Jess!) for some paper and I just started writing. It sort of came to me! The shipping is in the next chapter which is also up. I had to separate them so this is very short sorry.

Don't ask where the words I've used for spells came from but they are real words from another language! I hope you enjoy reading…

Chapter 4 – Harry's Decision

"Datod"

The trunk at which Harry had aimed the spell at shuddered slightly and returned to it's usual motionless self. Harry bent over and picked up the trunk with no effort. It was as though he'd lifted a quill. He placed it on the end of his Firebolt broomstick, a present from Sirius back in his third year of Hogwarts. He pointed his wand at the trunk once more and thought "Cwlwm". A rope shot from the end of his wand at it and attached the trunk to the broomstick. Harry picked up the broom and the invisibility cloak from the bed. He left the room. That would be the last time he'd see it. He made his way quietly downstairs.

Harry heard the faint murmur of the TV from the living room. Someone was still up. Slowly, Harry moved towards the living room. He pushed the door open. The room was dark, the only light emitting from the TV. A tired face looked around at him. The TV's glow illuminating her face. Aunt Petunia.

"I'm leaving," Harry stated "I won't be coming back again. If you do need to reach me ever, you know how to use and owl." He finished. He stared at the woman for a moment. She looked at him, with unblinking eyes.

"Yes…goodbye then." She turned back around to face the television.

He looked at what she was watching – a programme about teen obesity and how to overcome it. He'd seen the advert earlier in the day. It was typical. Dudley had abandoned his diet and was now eating more junk food than Harry thought possible. It was rare to see him without a can of fizzy drink or a chocolate filled, chocolate coated snack of some kind.

Aunt Petunia was growing ever concerned with Harry's eating habits over the summer months as well. Whenever Uncle Vernon and Dudley weren't looking she'd slip him extra food . Harry would thank her with a look and continue to eat. She'd suddenly grown oddly fonder of him. Harry took it to be because of Dumbledore's death. She'd reacted very strangely to it. Harry wondered why but it was never appropriate to ask her about it. It wasn't appropriate now. He didn't know why, but it just wasn't.

Harry had been standing, staring at the TV screen for a few minutes, lost in thought. He looked around the room one last time and slowly closed the door. Turning to the front door he placed the key in the lock. It clicked into place as he turned it. He pulled open the front door and breathed in the fresh night air. He silently closed the front door for the last time.

Standing on the doorstep, Harry mounted his broomstick and covered him, the trunk and the broom with his father's invisibility cloak. He kicked off from the ground and flew away – on his way to the burrow.

A/N – Sorry that it's extremely short but it is that way for a reason. The next chapter is much longer. I have actually written it as well. I wrote it as one long chapter but decided to separate the two. Chapter 5 is up too. I put them on at the same time. Hope you review. Tell me what you think! Love it? Hate it? – tell me what I can do to make it better!

'Till chapter 5 - ceringosnowflake