"Beep Beep Beep" Harry woke up. something dripped down his face, he looked up and could not find anything. He touched the mysterious liquid, seeing blood. His scar had split open. He could not stop thinking about his dream. It wasn't real. Dumbledore was dead, it wasn't possible for him to be taken to him, much less by kingsley the Voldemort?... Placing his glasses on his nose, he looked to see the time 3:00 beeping in an annoying shade of neon yellow. He groaned. He was to be 17 soon and this year he would lose the protection he had against a noseless idiot who sought to kill him; why was it that every birthday he had sucked?

"CRRACK!"

"Harry! WHAT IS MAKING THAT ENORMOUS RACKET?"screeched the voice of one Vernon Dursley. Cautiously grabbing his wand, Harry stepped out on the stairs, to find his uncle armed with a rifle pointing at Nymphadora Tonks.

"It's okay Uncle Vernon, drop your weapon."

"He's a hippogriff I tell you!"

"Uncle Vernon, the term is DEATH EATER. Drop it."

Eyeing the weapon curiously, and choosing to ignore the severely sore sight for eyes, "Wotcher Harry, he's a feisty one, and we need to get going. Mr. Dursley, wake your wife and children, you are to leave immediately. Wake them up. we don't have time. Okay, Harry, listen closely I will not repeat. We will all take polyjuice-don't ask who we is- you will find out, grab your vital belongings and be ready to run from Hogwarts in 3 hours.

Harry hastily headed up the stairs, to carry out his orders, when several more cracks were heard.

"'ello 'Arry," said Hagrid

" Harry!," said Hermione and Ron

" Eet Eez soo good to see you!" from Fleur. Bill just stood awkwardly next to her.

" Salutations!" a cheerful change from Fred and George. Everyone stared. " We wanted to change it up a bit. Problem?"

Dudley and his parents walked down the hall all dressed. Lupin walked in just then to give a head count, while Moody, repeated his mantra of Constant Vigilance in the corner.

" What we do today, may kill us. I will not lie, this is dangerous. Back out now. Your last chance."

"Please", Harry pleaded, " I won't let you die because of me, or for me. If anything were to happen to one of you..."

"Nonsense!" everyone barked, " We are all here. You will not, and can not do this alone. I will not let you."

No one said a word. Everyone went to the hall and was quiet. "It's time to go Mr. and Mrs. Dursley."

"Let's go Petunia," Vernon said, eyeing the wizards distastefully. Petunia Dursley never showed affection except for her dear "Diddykins Dudley", but in that moment, Petunia did the thing that suggested completely against her attitude towards harry for the past 17 years. She kissed him, hugged him, and wished him good luck, knowing they might never see each other again.

Uncle Vernon, and Dudley nodded in acknowledgement. The first time and last time they would ever acknowledge him.

"Goodbye, we are leaving."