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Harry got up at 9:00 that day, and went to breakfast to see Mr. Dursley reading another letter, that came, as it had last year, covered in stamps. He glanced coldly at Harry, but continued reading.

Harry sat down to breakfast and helped himself to some eggs and bacon. Dudley had finally lost weight and now fit into his knickerbockers once more, and so they were off last years diet.

"Come with me," grunted Uncle Dursley. It made Harry jump. It had been so quiet before, even while Dudley was there.

Harry followed his uncle into the living room.

"So you want to know if you can go do you?"

"Yes, sir,"

"Well, I’m going to let you,"

That surprised Harry. Letters to him usually included an argument. Harry supposed that Uncle Vernon remembered last year, but more than that, Harry supposed he remembered Sirius.

"You should probably unblock the fireplace." Harry responded. Whew, close one. He had almost let himself smile.

Uncle Vernon sneered at him, but went to get his tools and unblock the reboarded fireplace.

Harry went and packed, counting down the time until Ron was coming. He checked the clock on his nightstand. Eleven o’clock. By Eleven thirty his trunk was packed, along with some muggle clothes. Hedwig wasn’t back yet, but she would know where to find him.

Harry passed away the remaining time by going downstairs and watching TV with Dudley. He sat down in an easy chair and was soon put into a stupor equal to his in Professor Binn’s classroom. The time passed quickly. Twelve o’clock, one o’clock, and finally the long awaited two o’clock..

Harry was still watching television when he heard something hard hit the ground behind him. Dudley turned around lazily, saw Mr. Weasley on the floor, squealed and ran out of the room just as Ron hit the floor beside his dad.

"’Lo, Harry," said Ron, smiling

"Hi Ron, Hello Mr. Weasley," Harry replied

"We decided not to bring Fred and George this time," said Mr. Weasley

Harry thought that this was a smart idea.

Uncle Vernon ran in that moment and stared angrily at Mr. Weasley, who saw the dislike on his face, and started handing out Floo Powder.

"All right now, into the fireplace," he said, lighting a fire with his wand. Harry threw in the Floo Powder and said, as clearly as possible, seeing as he had a mouth full of ash "The Burrow!"

A sudden rush of air and Harry was flying through soot, every now and then he would open his eyes and see fireplaces rush by, then he hit the floor in the Weasleys’ house, The Burrow. He scrambled up just as Ron came flying through and then Mr. Weasley, carrying his trunk and Hedwig’s cage. She had flown ahead.

Mrs. Weasley heard the commotion, and came running in.

"What have those boys done this time! Oh, hello Harry, dear, it’s nice to see you!" she said, hugging him, "Why don’t you go put your bags up in Ron’s room?"

Ron got up from the ash, telling Harry to come with him as he did. By now Harry was familiar with Ron’s room, which was mostly Chudley Cannon memorabilia, but his spell books and parchment and quills littered the walls here and there.