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It was a rather  quiet sunny afternoon,Harry potter was seated in his room.The Dursleys were planning to go on another vacation,but he was not interested in them.They had become much civil,when it came to Harry,what surprised him most was that even Dudley,his cousin, was bugging him no more.He was casually surveying the room,when his eyes were drawn to The Daily prophet,freshly delivered to him that morning.It was untouched,he knew,like everyday it carried the news of death,tragedy and destruction-it prevailed every where,both in the wizarding world and the muggle world,it all implied the same -the rising darkness.


He couldn't help but wonder what would happen in his sixth year, when he got back to Hogwards.He imagined how he might have led peaceful life with his parents and friends,if it was not for voldemort coming his way.The prophecy-it only added more despair to the already exiting feeling in his chest.


An hour passed,still,he could not clear his head of these gloomy thoughts.He decided to think of something cheerful,he wondered what Ron and Hermoine would be doing.Ron might be having his best time with his family.Hermoine was probably in Switzerland with her parents.


A faint pop in the garden snapped him back to the present.He saw the figure of elderly old man,with white beard and long robes walking towards the door.He paused doubting his eye sight,however his doubts were cleared by the screams  of uncle vernon errupting from the hall.

"I apologise,I may be a little forceful,now...ah,Harry!"

Harry smiled at the old man,gracefully sitting on the Dursleys's new sofa.Harry couldn't speak as Dumbledore spoke in a hurried voice,''We are leaving,in five minutes.''


Harry did not mind asking him where they  were heading to,he did not care.He packed his things and joined Dumbledore at the door step.He nodded to Uncle Vernon,who was still muttering something under his breath.He then held on to the old man's arm as they apparated to some unknown destination.


It was almost evening when he stepped into the burrow,where he was engulfed in a huge, warm hug by Mrs.Weasley.He was delighted to see Ginny,Ron and Hermoine.After  having some delicious dinner, he sat down in his room,explaining the events at his home,how the Dudleys had changed towards him.He also gave a brief account of his adventure with Dumbledore.

''Slughorn?'' said Hermoine,''I am glad he's our potions master.''   

Harry sighed,''yeah,he knew my mother and Dumbledore said he'd be of great help to defeat Him.''                           

''Oh,that's great Harry,'' she exclaimed patting his back,''lets see,but for now, I  am excited to go to the joke shop,'' she attempted to change the topic.

''Fred and Geoge's,'' said Ron glancing at her,''its a pretty little shop.''


Weasley's wizards wheezes,Harry found was amazing,everywhere all he could see was colourful patterns,magical candies and weasley's trademark stuff.He took a good look at the marvellous things it contained,he was on his way to another troll when he spotted Draco Malfoy. He was moving suspiciously across the alley.Harry and others followed him, to see him enter Borgin and Brukes.Suddenly they heard a defeaning crash from some where.Dissappointed that they couldn't follow him further,they returned  to the joke shop.


''Its death eaters,''said Mrs.Weasley examining the damage around,''they are out in the open,they just attacked..''she trailed off,pulling them with her,apparating back to the burrow.


Later that week,all the gloom was forgotten with them packing things,buying books,uniform.They were ready for a new adventure,they boarded the Hogwads express.