Chapter Four
Harry bought his new trunk and hung around with Ron while he did his shopping. Once Ron was finished they met back up with the Weasleys and they all caught the Knight Bus together. Harry had not been so happy since the summer began. He really thought that he was going to the Burrow for a second then realisatin struck.
"Harry dear I do hope that the muggles are treating you well. I know they aren't but Ido hope they will start. We can't have you comming to the Burrow next week looking like the Dickens now can we? So please do take care of yourself."Mrs.Weasley said as the Knight bus slammed to a stop and Harry got off.
"Later Ron. Later guys!"Harry yelled back and he pulled his new trunk off the Knight bus and lugged it all the way up his drive.
Once Harry got inside he found that the Dursleys had gone to do some shopping just as he had. Only not for luggage. Harry just looked at the note and wondred why they had even bothered to write one. Thenhe realised it. Aunt Petunia wrote it because she remembers that Voldamort is back. She doesn't want me to think that my only family has been murdered by death eaters. As this thought struck Harry e suddenly felt very bad for what he has said to his Aunt earlier. He shrugged the feeling off and set up the stairs. He threw open his door to find Hedwig sleeping on her perch. He pulled the trunk in and closed his door sofly. He bagan to throw all of his old things in it. He knew that he would never be back.
Even if the room he inhabited used to belong to Dudley one of the most nonmagical people in the owrld you could deffinatly tell it was inhabited by a wizard now. There were moving photographs of quiddich teams that Harry liked all over the walls. Some of them were also of Harry and his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasly. Harry began to pull them down and pressed them in between the pages of a photo album that he had recieved as a girf from the Hogwarts Game Keeper and care of magical creatures teacher Hagrid. He stopped and looked at one of the pictures in that album. One of the many pictures of his Mother and Father. Harry loved this picture the most. It was the one of them at their wedding with the man Harry ad grown to love as a father standing next to the man who was Harry's Father. Serious Black was standing next to James Potter and he was laughing. Harry felt a hot streak fall down his face and onto the page just beneath the picture. He sighed and tucked the book into the bottom of his trunk. The book containg pictures of the three people that he cared about most. Even if he only got to know one.
As Harry's day progressed he still hadn't woken Hedwig to get the letter tied to her leg. He would let her sleep then when night fell and she woke he would take it and give her the one to Ron. He just packed away his life into the two trunks and with every posotion he tucked away in its own special place he tucked away some of himslef. He know that either Voldamort or himslef would have to die but he wasn't sure who he wanted it to be just yet. Harry knew that if he didn't kill Voldamort then no one would and he would reign again. Harry could not let that happen. This he knew. But what he didn't know was weather or not he wanted to go down in the fight. Be remembered as someone with bravery and honor. Then he could be with his parents again. Oh and Sirus. Harry couldn't even begin to think of all the people who would miss him in his living form. But then again, why did it matter. Why was he so concerned about the other people who loved him. The three he loved above all else were gone. Never to be seen again. Harry felt another tear fall and then he knew that answer. Because you love them. Yes Harry did love them. He loved Ron like a brother. Hermione, she had such a special place in his heart that not even a sister could begin to discribe. She was favorite person of all. Even Ron lacked his mind. Her intelect was what kept Harry going through all the bad classes he had been stuck with. Her heart was what kept him going through all the battles he had fought. Her. She was his anchor. Not his love but his only special woman. She was the only woman he thought about now a days. He thought of pleanty of men. Ron,Sirus,Dubledoor,Hagrid,his Father to name a few. But Hermione was the only woman other than Mrs.Weasly who had occupied his thoughts for more than a month or two. Yes she was special to him. But Voldamort doesn't know that and he will never find that out.
Harry looked backup from his trunk and saw that the only things left to pack were his muggle clothes which he needed so he was done. Now all he had to do was wait untill he left for the burrow. Then he could resume his reearch on the horcruxes. Then he would be able to finish Dumbledoor's work. Then he would be able to end Voldamort.
