A/N: Gee, thanks for the reviews, I actually like, considered just writing this for like, my own entertainment until I decided posting it up here. Comments are always welcome!

Disclaimer: I do no, in any way, shape, or form, own anything of the Harry Potter series.

The worn comforter and sheets lay at the end of the bed with Harry's trunk propped on top of them. So far, a few books, his cloaks, robes, and quills were the only contents. Within the hour, however, his trunk would be bulging, and it's be in desperate need of a feather-light charm.

Dudley grunted as he walked by the open door. Harry wasn't sure if his cousin saw him in the park, but it sure seemed like it. Harry didn't mind, however. His mind wandered back to the image of that girl that was with him.

She's to.. to gorgeous to be with them. He thought quickly, loading his other books and some muggle clothes, all of which were far to large, into the trunk.

It is unbelievable how someone so gorgeous could be with someone so... not, he continued to think.

A loud and repeated thud-thud-thud notified Harry that his Uncle was coming up the stairs for one of their 'heart-to-hearts'

"What in god's name are you doing boy? It's only 7:45 in the morning! Can't you keep it down?"

Harry just stared at his uncle. What the hell is he talking about? I haven't made a single sound this entire morning.

This was complete rubbish. Harry Potter was only awake for thirty-five minutes. There's no way he could cause enough racquet to cause his uncle to come upstairs. Not this early, any way.

"Uncle Vernon, I'm... There hasn't been a single reason for you to come up here. Now please, leave. I'm getting ready to leave," he shot at him.

The large man just stared down upon Harry. Surely he didn't plan on leaving the house. How did he plan on leaving? There was no way in hell that Vernon or Petunia was going to drive him to the station.

"You will leave this house only when I allow it. Do you understand? Until then, clean up this room. It looks as if a ruddy storm passed through. Your breakfast will be ready in half an hour."

And with that Vernon Dursley turned and strutted out of view. Harry just shrugged. Breakfast, eh? Breakfast, or a piece of old bread and a small glass of water? He pulled on a sweater that Mrs. Weasley gave him, loaded a few more things into his trunk, and picked up his wand. He was of age so why not just use the easy way out of things?

Waving his wand quickly, the entire room sprang to life. Papers were stacking themselves and placing themselves on his desk. Books were hovering to the shelves, and his clothes were either folding themselves and getting put into a dresser, or floating to a hamper and plopping right in.

"GET DOWN HERE! NOW!" he heard shriek up the stairs.

Here we go again he thought, remembering yesterday's early wake-up call. Shrugging his shoulders he made his way out the bedroom door, wand in pocket, and down the stairs. The glass of the windows were extremely bright this morning, and Harry squinted his eyes as he enter the kitchen.

"You called?" he asked dully, not wanting to be in the kitchen with his "family" at that moment.

"Breakfast is ready. Eat and go get cleaned up. We have company coming over at noon," his aunt barked.

Harry smiled to himself quickly and noted that his prediction was once again correct as an old piece of bread and glass of water were set down in front of him. Taking a bite out of his meal, he stared around the table, noticing his surroundings.

Dudley was half on, half off, the chair, gazing at the screen of his television set. Some dull magic show it appeared to be. Harry rolled his eyes and moved around the table. Uncle Vernon had the daily post propped up against his tall glass of orange juice, and all you could see was the top of his brown hat. Typical, thought Harry. Aunt Petunia was standing at the sink, cracking eggs, mixing flour and other ingredients, making what appeared to be a chocolate cake.

Finishing the last of his bread, he set the plate down on the counter and headed upstairs. He had his daily presence of the Dursley's for the day. Honestly, he was glad that he was leaving. All he had left to do was to make one quick check before apparating off to Ron's house.