Disclaimer: No Harry Potter characters belong to me; the idea is solely property of the wonderful Ms. JK Rowling.
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His thoughts wandered more toward Ginny. He couldn't wait to have her back in his arms. A voice pulled him from his thoughts of hugging Ginny tight in his arms.
"Harry? Ready to go?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, right. Sure," Harry said, caught off guard.
"So next stop, the Burrow? Then off to Godric's Hollow in a few days to get you moved in?" Ron asked.
"No, I have to go get packed at the Dursley's. I didn't get to pack everything in my room last summer," Harry said, remembering last year how the Weasley's and half the Order turned up unexpectedly so he had only quickly thrown some things in his trunk. Last summer, Harry hadn't gone to school, but he had stayed in the Burrow until his house in Godric's Hollow would be finished. He had gone back to Hogwarts to help destroy Ravenclaw's Horcrux and then the big battle happened right at Hogwarts. Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione for the time being and Apparated to Privet Drive. He opened the door with out knocking; he didn't feel like he needed to.
"What are you doing here?" Vernon demanded as he came from the kitchen, and Dudley followed him.
"Packing. And you'll never find me on your doorstep again," Harry said.
"Why the bloody hell are you all beat up?" Vernon barked. Since when does he care? Harry thought.
"Yes, I'd like to recruit them into my gang," Dudley said, pounding his fist into his palm.
"First of all, Dudley, you would be recruiting the darkest wizard of all time. And second, you would be recruiting a dead person. My friends and I ended the war a week ago," Harry said.
"There was no war!" Vernon barked.
"In the magic world there was," Harry said calmly.
"Stop saying the 'M' word!" Vernon bellowed.
"Make me. I've learned quite a few good spells while preparing for the war, and if I can defeat a Dark Lord, taking care of three Muggles should be no problem. Remember, I can legally do magic now," Harry grinned evilly. Dudley had already run away long ago, and it looked like Harry had given Vernon a heart attack. "That's what I thought," Harry said, bounding up the stairs. Harry was finishing up packing his things and it was nearing noon when he heard something from downstairs. He heard the doorbell ring and Uncle Vernon's footsteps going to answer it. He could hear a young woman's voice. Moments later, footsteps were pounding up the stairs. Harry heard the door open to his bedroom and he turned around to find Ginny Weasley standing there.