A/N: Slight change to ch. 1, i changed the coversation between dudley and kenya a little, so i could reveal it here instead. ok enjoy! ^^

Harrys POV

I press my face against the perfectly cleaned back window of Uncle Vernon's sedan and glare at the rainy gray london street. I wish if I condentrate hard enough I'll phase throught the glass and run back to platform 9 3/4, I can hide on the train and live with hagrid for the summer. I'll even help feed the flobberworms. But alas, no such luck.

I've been back in muggle london for 10 minutes and I'm already sick of hearing about Dudleys girlfriend. It seems that sometime over the summer, after muggle school let out, my moron of a cousin managed to score himself a girlfriend, some new girl that just moved down the street. According to Aunt Petunia, Kenya Figg is beautiful, smart, funny, incredibly lucky and has fantastic taste in men. I imagine her as sort of a muggle Milicent Bulstrode. She also warns me that I'm not to so much as look at Kenya for the entire summer, no matter how jelous I may be of Dudley, which makes me snort with laughter so hard it brings tears to my eyes.

Uncle Vernon turns around to glare at me, but Dudley seems more interested in his gameboy anyway. I don't think he's so much as looked at me since I got back. I sigh and slide down in my seat as Aunt Petunia starts her chatter about Kenya again. It's going to be a long ride home.

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When we arrive, I escape as quickly as i can and lug my trunk upstaris, where I overturn it on my floor. I throw my books around the floor as I search for what I needed: schoolbooks, my wand and a few other vitals to get me through the summer. I grab everything vital and shove it in various nooks and cranies around my room before Uncle Vernon can arrive and take my trunk. Not that I don't plan to steal it back anyway, but I don't want his grubby hands on my wand.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Uncle Vernon slams my door open with a BANG, and glares around the room. I'm sitting calmly on my bed, reading a muggle magazine. I raise an eyebrow at him. His piggy eyes narrow, and he struggles to get down on the floor to pick up the books ive thrown around the room. I don;t say anything, but inside I'm laughing hysterically the whole time Uncle Vernon is crawling around on my floor, cleaning up my room for me. I'm actually dissapointed when he finally stands up with some effort, and drags my trunk out to hide.
I don't follow him, just continue to read my magazine. Much though I prefer magic, I have to admit muggles invent some pretty cool things. A while later, though, I finish my magazine and head downstairs, where I pass the Dursleys eating dinner, without me, of course. I sneak past and head into the garden. It may just be a habit I'd picked up from years of doing their stupid chores, but I find it relaxing to pull weeds in the garden, away from the blather of those idiots. I wonder who does this while I'm gone.

I don't have much time to think about it though, because as soon as I have a small pile, I hear someones footsteps clumping down the path, and I look up with a sigh. It's Dudley, standing with his heavy boots planted right in the middle of Aunt Petunias flowerbed, soemthing for which I'll no doubt be blamed. I roll my eyes at him.

"What do you want, dudley?" I ask

"Y'gotta get outa here." he tells me "Kenya's comin' an' she don't want you in here"

"Take her somewhere else."

"Oy, Dad said you gotta stay outta our way, did'n he! c'mon, move." Dudley says indignitley

"Make me."

He looks at me dumbfounded for a moment, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he tries to figure out how to respond. I'm planning to mess with him a little longer, but suddenly I notice a familiar sound of claws scraping along a wooden fence: pidwigeon has just landed on the Dursleys fence, a letter tied to his leg. He cocks his head at me playfully.

"Look, Dudley, why don't ou go? I'm sure Kenya is waiting for you-" I stand up and pluck a handful of flowers out of the ground, shoving them into Dudleys hand "-so you can just give her these-" I grab the back of his shirt and turn him around, turn hom around and give him a shove back towards the house "-I'm sure she'll appriciate them!" Dudley looks confused but I give him another nudge and he wanders back out of the garden, looking dumbly at the flowers in his hand, just as Pidwidgeon gives a cheerful hoot and lands on my head. Good, I got rid of that idiot just in time.

"Hey Pig." I say, reaching up and letting him hop onto my hand "What's Ron sent me?"

He hoots cheerfully and holds out his leg. i untie the letter and unfold it, reaching into my pocket absently to give Pig some owl treats. A moment later, Pig squeaks indignintely as my fist clenches around the treats, crushing them. I crumple the letter in my hand, and storm out of the garden, ignoring the flowers I;m stomping on. I slam open the door and march through the kitchen with muddy feet, ignoring Uncle Vernon's shout.

I pass my old room under the stair, barely restraining myself from breaking into a run, and nearly run into Dudley and a short girl who's wearing the flowers I gave Dudley in her hair. Kenya, I guess. She's hotter than I expected, but based on the way she's gaping at me with wide eyes, my assesment of her intellegence was dead on. I give her a sharp nod, and head up the stairs.

Upstairs, I throw the letter on the floor, and frantically begin searching for wherever I might have stuffed my quill to write back. I sprawl across the floor, bearing down on the parchment so hard my nib snaps and send ink across the floor. Finally, i roll the letter up, and tie it, attaching it to Pig's leg -Hedwig will be spending a few days at Hermiones house until I'm settled in here- and send the little owl off into the dusky sky.
Running ink-stained fingers through my hair, I sit down on the bedspread, glaring at nothing. The letter i got- with a sigh I pull the crumpled letter out of my pants pocket and smooth it out, reading it again in case I missed soem hint.

Dear Harry

How are you dear? This is Molly, Ron can't write at the moment, he's been accepted for an internship down at the ministry, just like Percy! Isn't that great, dear? He'll be spending lot's of time down there, under the eyes of the minister, so I'm afraid he won't be writing to you, since you certainly don't want official ministry owls winging it round your neihborhood! Fred and George were accepted for internships as well, but they've declined. The ministry sure was dissapointed when they came around and couldn't find the twins anywhere!

In fact, I'll be keeping Pig here busy this summer, so don't expect much from the Burrow! Hermione knows he's there, but we don't know where she's run off to- not even when the ministry sent govermnet officials to her house to check up on her. Isn't it nice that they would do that for us?
Don't worry about us, just enjoy the summer with your muggle family. We'll be seeing you and Hermione soon enough!

Love, Molly Weasley

So the ministries decided to keep an eye on Ron, huh? I guess we were getting a little too close to their operations for comfort- at least he's ok. I'm lucky they didn't know where I was, or I'd be spending the summer in custody as well.

Hermione...i wonder where she's run off to. Hopefully, she still has Hedwig and she can write to tell me soon. As for Fred and George, I'm not as worried about them. I'm sure the Ministry will put pressure on the Weasleys to find them, but the trouble the twins will cause by escaping can't be anywhere near the amount of trouble they would cause if they were allowed into the ministry.

I sigh, carefully folding the letter this time and putting it back in my pocket. For now, theres not much I can do. I'll just have to keep up with this as best i can and not risk too many letters to the Burrow.

"HARRY POTTER WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MESS?!" Uncle Vernon screams, throwing my door ipen with a BANG. I grin, remembering the mess I made in the kitchen. I guess I have more immediate problems than Ron's capture.