Unfortunately his mind healer hadn't seemed particularly proud of Harry after he'd mentioned his application of her advice.

If anything she'd only looked more exasperated at his confusion, and took a short glance at one of her desk drawers with a sort of longing intensity before sighing shaking her head.

Afterwards she hadn't seemed to be curious about exactly what had happened after he took her advice a mite bit too seriously.

Something Harry was grateful for, even if the shade of Purple his uncle had turned had been funny he wasn't quite comfortable repeating some of the words the whale of a man had said without blushing up a storm.

Another upside was that he ended up spending the rest of the summer with the weasley's at the burrow.

Ron and his mother Molly had been more than a little embarrassed by Harrys exuberance at the sight of the Nonsensical house. But truth be told that had just made it seem all the better.

(You can trust a man that maintains his lavish mansion Harry, but you'll never doubt someone who can make his broken shack feel like home.)

Although Ginny weasley had been a bit of a stumbling block for the first week. With her face bursting into flame the second he walked into the room, and her habit of being a tad clumsy in his presence almost had him avoiding her if only out of concern for her health.

But after Mr. Weasley (a nice man by the name of Arthur) pulled her aside for a talk of some kind, the girl had eased off, meaning Harry was only mildly worried she would have some sort of medical problem, what with all the blood in her body constantly flooding her brain.

With the only other black mark on the summer being the shopping trip to diagon alley.

Not that it had been anything particularly bad mind you, but after his first experience with floo powder had sent him careening out of a chimney in borgin and burkes, Harry wasn't exactly feeling charitable.

After a few nerve racking minutes of hiding he'd finally managed to escape from the shop and into knockturn alley. Thankfully he'd had the bright idea of burying his face into his journal, and doing his best menacing glare at whoever disturbed him.

Either his glare was more intimidating than he thought, or the people of knockturn weren't much into looking at the deeper picture, as his act had even scared off a nasty hag with a mere glance before he'd managed to stumble his way into Hagrid.

The man had seemed more than a little pale to Harry, and had a look in his eyes that made Harry think the taller man was seeing someone else in his place.

The giant man shrugged it off in seconds though, merely apologizing in a sheepish manner. Say he had "Startled me a bit arry."

Harry decided not to pry, it probably wasn't important anyway. Sadly this led to the Bookstore visit that shall not be named.

Really this Lockhart fellow decides to manhandle Harry like he was a doll of some sort, thankfully the photographer stumbled and in the process flashed the golden haired idiot with his camera. Blinding the man and allowing Harry to get loose from the man's grip.

Although watching Mr. Weasly get into a fist fight with Malfoy's father was oddly gratifying. Particularly when Mr. weasley's fist impacted the creepy man's face with force of a speeding train.

Really, that was a memory Harry was keeping for when he needed a laugh. The remaining day in the burrow had been just as fantastic as the first, something about the Weasly family just made him feel loved.

The way Fred and George teased Percy with jokes and pranks, while the older Weasley chased them with exaggerated anger. Clearly Percy didn't care all that much about pink hair or oddly colored robes, if anything he just seemed happy to have a reason to interact with siblings.

Something he showed when he helped Ginny with just about anything she asked, or goaded Ron into things like homework, or chores early in the day. Allowing Ron to laze the rest of the day away.

He was nice like that.

Even when Harry was looking for one of his missing shirts right before they had to leave, Percy just seemed happy to be there. Despite his rather stiff expression, the boy seemed to radiate happiness.

With Percy's help they even managed to the Platform 9 & ¾ early enough to find a good compartment on the train.

But that didn't matter in the end, no what mattered was the presence of his friends as the train started to roll down the tracks.

With Ron and Hermione there, even the worst compartment on the train would be heavenly.