Disclaimer: I do not own HP or ne of its characters in it. I am just borrowing it to have some fun.

Chapter One: News from the Weasleys

Harry Potter lay on his bed at number four Privet Drive staring up at the ceiling. It had already been a long summer and seemed like it would never end. It was just after his birthday and he was hoping that he would be leaving as soon as it was possible. After last year he was excited about seeing his godfather again. He may have accidentally told the Dursleys that his godfather was an escaped convict but he also neglected to mention he was innocent and a family friend was the cause of their death.

"Get up boy! Hurry up and get breakfast ready!" Mr. Dursley snapped. Sighing Harry got to his feet and headed downstairs. In the kitchen Mrs. Dursley was just finishing with the last of breakfast. Harry hurried to set the plates at the table and fill up their drinks. When they were all sitting he set their breakfast out before them and went to grab some toast of his own. As he was on his way upstairs the mail came. Slowly he bent down to pick it up on top was a letter with stamps covering all of it. Looking closer he saw it was addressed to his aunt and uncle.

After a moment he headed into the kitchen to hand the mail to them. Instead of leaving he rested his back against the wall. Mr. Dursley opened the letter and by the look on his face Harry could tell he was not happy. "This just arrived, a letter. About you." Vernon said. He glared at Harry then looked down at the latter and began to read aloud:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from Harry about our son Ron.

As Harry might have told you. the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

I do hope you will allow us to take Harry to the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasn't hosted the Cup for thirty year, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have Harry stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school.

It would be best for Harry to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Harry soon,

Yours Sincerely,

Molly Weasley

P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on.

Harry didn't say anything when Vernon finished only looked down at his feet. "So can I go then?"

Vernon looked at him as his face grew even more purple, if it was possible. "You're---You're writing to him are you?"

"Well yes, it has been a while since he has heard from me and I don't want him to think something has happened to me"

"Well, all right this...Cup of yours. And you can tell your---your godfather that you are going as well."

Harry nodded his head and fought the urge to run up the stairs to his room. Inside he was surprised to see a small owl buzzing around his room. He somehow managed to catch the little owl and take the letter from his leg. Hedwig didn't seem to approve of the little owl but let it eat from her dish. It was a letter from Ron explaining everything he had just heard in the letter. He scribbled down the answer before letting Pig fly off into the day.

After that was done he moved to write another letter to Sirius explaining where he would be going and sent Hedwig of with this letter. Harry couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He was going to be leaving here! He was going back to the Burrow and he couldn't have been happier to be going.

On Sunday he quickly went over his room to make sure he had gotten everything. He didn't want to leave anything behind that he might be needing in the future. It was now nearing five and Harry headed downstairs into the living room. Dudley sat in the kitchen watching t.v, while his aunt and uncle were waiting patiently.

Five came and went with no sign of the Weasleys. "They are late," Vernon said with a sneer.

"No respect for others we could have plans after all," Petunia said with annoyance clear in her voice.

"OUCH! George get off of me!" Mr. Weasley shouted. All three of them looked up wondering where the sound was coming from.

"Sorry dad but this place isn't that big- ouch! Fred get off me!" George shouted.

"Harry! Harry can you hear me?" Mr. Weasley called.

"I can hear you! Its me Harry," Harry said back as he approached the fireplace.

"Where are we Harry?"

"Well you are in the fireplace but its been blocked off. My Aunt and Uncle have an electric fireplace."

"Oh do they really? Well then I must see this stand back my boy." Arthur said just before the room exploded and everything shot off in different directions. Mr. Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George came stumbling out of the fireplace. "Well sorry about this mess. Ah you must be Harry's aunt and uncle. Pleased to meet you."

Uncle Vernon sneered while Petunia hid behind her husband. Harry could almost laugh at them. "Where is your trunk?" Fred asked.

"Its in my room, I'm all packed."

"Well we can get that," George said as he and Fred took off out of the room.

"Well then glad to see you are all ready to go." With a wave of his hand the room soon was placed back to normal. Mr. Weasley then proceeded to pull a bag out of his pocket and lit the fire. He then tossed more powder on it and the flames turned green. When he had finished Fred and George had returned with Harry's trunk. "Alright Fred its your turn to go."

Fred smiled and headed to the fireplace. "To the Burrow." Then he was gone.

"Alright George you and the trunk."