Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Harry Potter character. That honor has been taken by the Ms. J. K. Rowling.
A/N: this chapter is short too, but they'll get longer. I just thought this chapter was important and that you guys should concentrate on this one.
Harry was walking down a cobblestone path and his right hand felt warmer than his left. Wondering why this was, he looked to his right and found to be holding the hand of a woman, though he couldn't seem to make out her face in the light. The pair walked for what seemed like eternity along the same street, which was filled with shops for every need. The two changed their route when they came upon a road on their left, which Harry noticed by the street sign, was called Langley Avenue. Harry also noticed, though, that the post sign was taller than it seemed on a regular basis. The woman continued to forcefully lead Harry down this road, which was also cobblestone. Harry noticed that the woman seemed hurried, frightened even. He glanced at her with sympathy, but then realized that she didn't notice his concern because she wasn't looking down at his face. Down this road, Harry noticed, the shops were so close together that they were less than an inch from touching their rotted sides together. Harry wondered if they would last longer if they did double up their filthy walls. Harry kept looking around him at all the little boutiques and restaurants, when Harry and his captor reached the end of the row. The two turned onto a dark alley, which was again on their left, which was located next to a white shop. The woman abruptly stopped Harry with her free hand halfway down the deserted path. The woman craned her neck nervously and suddenly, a door was visible in the back of the shop, almost like a door to a basement. The door had four tiny windows that were dirty from many years of abuse and a little light trickled through the clear spots. The woman nudged Harry with her wrist and led him through the open door.
Harry sat bolt upright and was breathing heavily. He flung his head wildly, looking for any intruder that had come to harm him. It slowly dawned on him that he was in the alley that he had shared with his two best friends the night before. He noticed that Ron had obviously gone slack on his watch-keeping, since he was dead asleep in the spot that Harry had last left him. Harry wanted to write a letter to Ginny, explaining all of this, when he realized that not only did he leave Hedwig on the train for safe-keeping, but he knew that Ginny shouldn't know anything yet, since she did have the potential to snitch on Harry's master plan. Again, he felt alone and scared, but excited at the same instant. Today, Harry Potter was going home.
A/N: again, i know this chapter is short, but bear with me! i'm getting back into the groove. the next part is gunna be fun to write, so i know you'll have fun reading it!