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Harry Potter and the Last Journey

Chapter 2—Freedom at last

"Well that's the last of it," Hermione said packing away the last of the books that had migrated around Harry's room.

It was the last day that Harry was going to spend in the Dursley household and he couldn't wait until midnight when he turned seventeen, then he was free of the place.

"I didn't know I had so much stuff," Harry laughed.

"Are you kidding?" Ron asked in disbelief, "You only have two boxes of stuff!"

"Yeah, well to me that's a lot. More than I ever had in my life time anyways," Harry shrugged.

Hermione turned around with a box and stacked it in the corner to shrink later, "Oh well. Less to carry," she said lightly.

"Thanks a lot Hermione," Harry said dryly, while Ron laughed.

Just then the door cracked open and Uncle Vernon poked his head inside, "When are you leaving?" he asked gruffly, looking around the cluttered room, from the group of boxes to the confetti and left over bags of chips and cookies. They had celebrated Harry and Ron's victory of passing the apparition test two nights ago and had stayed up all night partying, not bothering to keep the noise down.

"Yeah," Harry said, "We'll be gone in the morning," he gave his uncle a smirk and made a point by letting his wand show a little, "What? Can't wait for me to leave?"

"N-No. J-Just wondering," his uncle stuttered and quickly closed the door.

Ron burst out laughing, "He's scared of you!"

"Terrified more like," Hermione said smirking. She had given up being nice to them when Dudley had called her a freak when she had tried to help him up after he fell over from running away from Harry and Ron who were coming down the hall.

"This has been the best summer ever!" Harry exclaimed, "No chores, no abuse. I'm loving it!"

"No kidding, I would never get away with half the stuff I do here than at home. And also the food is good. You could have told us that you knew how to cook." Ron said.

"I'm okay, not great," Harry replied, "Anyways what should we do for the Dursleys as a going away gift?"

AS Harry and Ron plotted last minute schemes on the Dursleys, Hermione cleaned up the mess in the room with a flick of her wand. She sighed as she spotted the package of hair car products.

"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry asked.

"These things are useless!" Hermione replied, picking them up.

"Told you it wouldn't work," Harry said.

Hermione had attempted and failed to tame Harry's hair even though he and Ron had warned her that nothing worked, she had insisted. So Harry had let her. After many complaints of pain from Harry and cans of different products and broken brushes and combs, Hermione gave it up as a lost cause.

"I don't get it though, it's silk to the touch, yet I can't get a damn comb through it. Nothing works," Hermione complained.

"Maybe it will work on you," Ron suggested, then caught himself, "W-Wait, I didn't mean…!"

But to late, Hermione threw a bottle of styling gel at Ron, which exploded upon impact. "Men," she huffed and got up. Harry jumped out of the way quickly as she went by, afraid of her wrath and watched her leave the room.

"You ought to be careful, Ron," Harry warned.

"Tell me about it," Ron said dryly wiping away the gel on his face.

"If it's one thing that gets her mad, it's her hair," Harry signed and tried to act apologetic, but ended up laughing at Ron's face.

Later on that night, with a few last pranks on Dudley and a few more games of wizard's chess, which Harry lost miserably to Ron again, they were ready to leave to the Burrow.

"As much as I like you Harry and want to stay with you," Ron stated dragging his trunk to the hallway, "I can't wait to go home and get out of this hellhole."

"You're telling me! I had to live here for 17 years!" Harry exclaimed.

"I know and we only stayed here for a month. It's too…" Hermione paused, searching for a word "clean."

"Yeah, thanks to me," Harry said flatly.

"Well, you did a great job Harry," Hermione replied.

"Thanks." Harry said.

"Will you miss this place?" Ron asked.

"No. I spent my life living in a cupboard will dust and spider webs until I was eleven. Cooked their food since I was able to reach the stove. Starved as punishment because I did something wrong even if it was minor or even if I had nothing to do with it, and called a freak because of what I am. So no I will defiantly not miss this place," Harry said angrily.

"A simple no would have been good," Ron said with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry. It's just that I'm finally leaving after years of wishing for it," Harry said with a sigh.

"I can understand that mate," Ron said with a grin and patted Harry on the back, "I live with five brothers and a sister. I know it's not the same, but close enough."

Harry laughed and looked at his watch. "2 minutes," he counted down, "1 minute… 30 seconds…10 seconds…ok lets go."

"Finally freedom" Ron said grabbing his trunk and a couple of boxes.

"And good riddance," Harry added and they all disappeared with a pop.

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