11 years had passed since the death of Harry's parents and the disappearance of a dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort. Since then, Harry Potter had been leaving with the Weasley's at the Burrow.

The Burrow was unlike any other building. It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it was held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched at the top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BURROW. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the year.

The early rays of sunlight beamed through the window. Harry's bedroom door creaked open.

"Good Morning, Harry," said a redheaded middle aged woman.

"Morning, Mrs. Weasley," groaned Harry getting out of bed. Harry put on his slippers and his glasses and headed down several flights of stairs. He reached the very bottom floor and headed to the dining room. There already sat Ron and the twins.

"Morning, everyone," said Harry, in a very sleepy voice.

"Morning Harry," said Ron and the twins. Harry sat down in front a plate that contained his favorite food: Egg, ham and bacon alongside a glass of milk. He quickly wolfed down his food.

Footsteps could be heard from the stairs when a slightly middle aged balding redhead man entered.

"Hey, pops," said the people at the dining table.

"Hello, everyone. Busy day at the Ministry today. I better go now," said Mr. Weasley. He strode outside the door and with a pop, he vanished.

"George! Fred!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "There are gnomes coming out of the garden again. Come over and get rid of these pests!"

"Yes, Mum..." said George.

"We'll degnome the garden." said the other twin, Fred. Both twins got up

"Harry, Ron, I expect you two to wash the dishes!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

"But Mum!" said Ron. "Can't you just waves your wand they'll clean themselves?"

"Ron! No excuses. Go clean the dishes!" said Mrs. Weasley. The two of them trudged to the kitchen. The two of them washed the dishes silently.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Weasley went to the door and said,"Who is it?"

"It's me Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Molly," answered the person on the other side. Mrs. Weasley opened the door to reveal a man standing outside the door. The man had long white hair, going down his shoulders and his back. His long white beard was extremely long. And his half mooned glasses twinkled slightly.

"Come in, come in," said Mrs. Weasley.

"We have matters to discuss," said Albus Dumbledore promptly. Mrs. Weasley's smile faded a little.

"Come sit, come sit," said Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley led the old wizard to the dining room table. Albus sat down.

"First, the invitations." said Albus. "Ron Bilius Weasley and Harry James Potter are admitted to Hogwarts this year." He gave her two letters and continued speaking. "The second thing I would like to talk about is Harry."

"What about him?" said Mrs. Weasley, slightly alarmed.

"I am just going to tell you that the staff of Hogwarts will keep him safe at Hogwarts. He will be staying at the castle for winter and spring break."

"Okay, I will keep that in mind" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, that is all I have to say to you for now. Take care." Waved Albus, as he headed out the door.