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As Harry said this he felt the power of his core wrap around the house and consume it in a evergreen color. Harry knew that his new home was protected as he zoomed back towards the Burrow.

Fire is beautiful and passionate but it is also the creator of peace and happiness.

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Chapter 8

By the time Harry reached the burrow it was nearly midnight.

'The flying does me good, though.' Harry thought as he slowly descended towards the front gate.

When he touched down he pulled back the gate and held his flaming broom aloft so he could see the path that led to the house and so he wouldn't trip over the loose rocks.

But before Harry could knock on the door it was wrenched open open by a glaring Mr. Weasley and a sparking wand was pointed in Harry's face.

Harry frowned 'ok… I don't usually get a wand in the face from Mr. Weasley…'

"Um, Mr. Weasley you do realize that it's me, Harry, don't you?" Harry nervously asked. (I mean who wouldn't be nervous…)

"Oh, of coarse, Harry sorry 'bout that, but I saw a torch approaching the house at this unruly hour and reacted instinctively." Mr. Weasley apologized as he lowered his wand.

"Come in, come in. Molly was frantic with worry when you didn't come home before ten. Come on this way dear boy, into the kitchen." Mr. Weasley shuffled out of the doorway so harry could come inside. Once he was inside Harry closed the door and the proceeded to follow Mr. Weasley to the kitchen, where he was immediately crushed by an over emotional Molly Weasly.

"Harry! Thank Merlin! You're Home!" she sobbed as she looked over, what she deemed as her son, for any scratches or broken bones.

"Molly dear, you should probably let Harry go." Arthur suggested as he attempted to pry a sobbing Mrs. Weasley from Harry's immobile form.

"Snif-snif. Alright Arthur, Harry I'm so glad that you're alright. Snif-snif." Though she still clinged to Harry.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm not staying…" Harry muttered awkwardly into her shoulder as he slowly pulled out of her tight embrace. "I just came back to grab my things, then I'm going back." Harry purposefully didn't tell them where he was going so he wouldn't have them or the Order try to hunt him down.

"Oh Harry, why? What's wrong with staying with us?" she cried out as she started to sob again. Arthur came up behind her and pulled her into a hug. "Harry, I'm sorry we couldn't be more of a family to you"

"I'm thankful for your hospitality and I'm sorry that I have to leave but I don't belong here anymore" Harry said solemnly as he left the kitchen and walked towards the stairs.

As he passed the hallway he saw Fred and George prodding and poking his broomstick. "What are you two doing?"

"We could have sworn that this thing was on fire as we saw you outside! But there's no scorch marks! What type of magic is this?" the twins asked in unison while surrounding Harry and staring at him curiously.

"My Magic. Now if you don't mind, don't touch my broom! I'm going upstairs to grab my stuff." Harry growled as he pushed past them and began the climb the stairs.

"you're leaving?" was all he got in reply.

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'I guess that's everything' Harry thought as he levitated his luggage with a flick of his wrist and walked out of his bedroom and began to make his way downstairs.

At the bottom stood a frowning and upset looking Hermione. "How did you do that without the ministry knowing?" she said as she backed away as he finished his descent. She hadn't forgotten the power Harry had shown over her. He now frightened and intrigued her.

"I didn't use my wand so that means that they can't track it. I used my mind. I'm not the same foolish boy I was last year." Harry growled to her.

"Believe me, I realized that yesterday." Hermione scoffed. As she looked back at Harry she realized that he was laughing and trying very badly to cover it up. 'It's been so long since I've seen him either smile or laugh; I forgot how beautiful his laugh was. It would make even Malfoy want to smile.' She smiled as she thought.

"Herm before you ask, I am coming back to Hogwarts, but we won't be the best of friends anymore. If you want to be my friend again you'll have to earn it again. Try to be less controlling. That is your only trait of yours that makes me want to wring your neck. If you do that then we can be friends, if not the goodbye Granger." Harry said with finality which caused Hermione to gasp at his harshness and begin to cry.

Harry stood there as he watched Hermione cry and suddenly she stopped and looked strait into Harry's eyes. "I will try to become a friend you can trust to stand with you till the end. Until then, dint give up on me." Hermione said then spun on her heel and gracefully walked back upstairs without a goodbye.

'Heh, she's changed. I never noticed, but she has always been cunning and strong. She may actually be able to come with me later but first she has to learn some things.' Harry thought to himself as he entered the kitchen again to say his last goodbyes.

"Harry darling? I made you some food that you can take with you. You look as thin as a board. I hope you'll accept this food…" Mrs. Weasley bussled and handed the food to Harry, gave him one last hug then he walked out the door.

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After harry had gotten the food from Mrs. Weasley and said his goodbyes he once again found himself in the front garden of the Burrow with Mr. Weasley for the second time that night, strapping his trunk to the now burning 'firebolt'.

He had only minutes before let Hedwig out of her cage and she was now sitting comfortably on his shoulder.

"Be safe Harry" A concerned Mr. Weasley said to the boy he considered a son.

"Will do Mr. Weasley" As he swung his leg over his broom and launched himself into the night with Hedwig flying next to him like a white shadow.

"I'm free!" he whooped with joy into the dark blue sky dotted with a thousand stars as he flew as fast as he could to his new home.

Fire brings change like nothing else can. It destroys, then it brings new life in its place.

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