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Hi! As some of my old reviewers may have noticed, I deleted all the stories I've written that are post OOTP, but not post HBP. Some of my other stories are salvageable, but I don't think I'll be able to write about Dumbledore without bursting into tears. Anyway, I decided that I should start a new fic now that HBP is out. I will try to finish this by the time book 7 comes out, not to worry. Trillian Phoenix, it is officially your job to call me if I haven't updated that week. If you don't, then I will blame everything on you if people start complaining in their reviews. Anyway, I think you all know that I merely write fanfiction for the fun of it, and JKR herself has said she likes the idea. If you don't believe me, check her website.
It had felt as if a slab of granite had been lodged into Harry Potter's chest over the weeks after Dumbledore died. He had now lost his two most important guardians and links to his parents. He had grown into the habit of kicking things around his bedroom. In his spare time, he studied as many defensive spells, jinxes, hexes, and curses he could scrounge up.
It was now the middle of the night and Harry was watching the alarm clock by his bed. He had been packing his bags all through the night until he had finished a few minutes before.
He now waited with baited breath as the digital readout changed and now read 11:49. He rushed hurriedly into the adjoining rooms, which Hermione, now being an adult according to wizarding law, had conjured so that she and Ron could live comfortably in the Dursley's house until Harry's seventeenth birthday, which, it just so happened was in about thirty seconds.
The two of them had fallen asleep when they had finished packing, and Harry had thought it best not to wake them up until he absolutely had to. They both awoke grudgingly and the three best friends gathered to Apparate (A/N: Harry and Ron would Side-Along Apparate, seeing as they didn't have their licenses yet) away the second the alarm clock read 12:00.
It was time. The next second, and Harry would never have to return ever again.
The sensation of being squeezed through a rubber tube returned, but before he knew it, he was looking up at the Burrow from about the ditance of a city-block away.
All of the pre-wedding hype became almost annoying after about an hour of being in the Weasley household. Apparently, Bill and Fleur (Fleghm, heheheauthor rocks back and forth like a psycho) were going to have a « cute little backyard wedding. »
Harry's birthday party was interrupted many times by an « opeefony » from Fleur. Harry, however, was too busy unwrapping presents to care. He recieved things from some hungarian horntail hide gloves from Charlie, to exlusive joke products from Fred and George that hadn't been put on the market yet. Ron and Hermione said that they couldn't give him his present yet, but he could, supposedly, have it tomorrow.
Harry fell asleep that night wondering what his present would be.
R/R, please ! I want to know what you guys think, and if I get reviews I feel motivated to update more often (that means you, Montana) !