Harry's summer wasn't progressing smoothly. Fred and George had taken it upon themselves to bring Harry back to the "dark side," as they called it. Harry gladly joined in. The more Harry recalled his time at Hogwarts minus the shenanigans related to Voldemort, the more he realized he would've been Fred and George's dream prefect. The number of times he helped students get away with pranks drove Hermione up a wall. But, pranking with Fred and George wasn't why his summer wasn't smooth, far from it. His status as prefect was the reason. His parents took it upon themselves to thwart many a prank and give Harry a mindless lecture that Binn's would be proud of the responsibility of being a prefect and how he should set an example. On top of the stupid talks from his parents, Hermione had taken up a similar duty, except the mindless lectures were replaced by equally stupid books charmed to recite the rules of Hogwarts and the recommended punishments. Ginny was giving him weird looks.
Charlus and Ron had barricaded themselves into the basement training ground. Because of this, he rarely saw the two of them. He knew Ron well enough to see the boy was jealous, and from the looks of it, Charlus was a slightly more mature Ron with the crippling responsibility that comes with being the Boy Who Lived. So his brother was jealous that he was a prefect. Had he not been through a war and puberty, he likely would've been the same 15-year-old Harry, angsty and angry at the world. But he wasn't the same boy all those years ago. Harry knew he had work to do. The Horcruxes cast a heavy shadow over Harry's mind. Charlus had destroyed the diary just as he did in his time. Some sweet talk to Sirius let him get his hands on Hufflepuff's cup, and he ordered Kreacher to give him the locket. Dumbledore would likely destroy the ring by next year. The Diadem was probably still being kept in the Room of requirement. That left two remaining, Nagini and Charlus. The thought of his brother dying haunted him. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to figure out a way to destroy the Horcruxes.
Luckily he was currently spending the summer at the ancestral home of the Blacks. Unfortunately for Voldemort, a secret compartment in the Black library had revealed a Basilisk fang. Two stabs and annoying curses later, the cup and locket were destroyed.
"3 down 4 to go," Harry thought.
Time quickly passed, and it was time to board the Hogwarts express again.