Chapter 2

Harry felt good about the fact that he didn't do anything too drastic to the Dursleys, though they may have deserved it, he had made his peace with them and the way he had been treated. As he sat waiting on his bed, for what was probably the last time, he wondered about his grandparents and if they would have been proud of him, they seemed to have been proud of his mother. For a second he felt sorry for his Aunt, thinking of how she must have felt being second runner up.

He wondered also what was ahead of him, he had such a desire to get started, what he really wanted was for the whole thing to be over. Then it hit him. He had not realized this before because he was to busy self pitting. He had to kill Voldemort. Before this moment he was unsure of what his future held in store for him. But now, now he knew, there was no hope for his friends, for his family if he was to fail. He had to kill him; there was no doubt in him now. It was as if some had lit a fire inside him and things were much clearer.

His thoughts were unscrambling and he realized that he had to accept help from his friends, this mission was no longer about him, it was about the whole wizarding world.

He involuntarily laughed as he remembered a movie that Dudley was watching about a secret undercover agent who had to save the world solo.

It was no secret to the wizarding world that Harry was the "Chosen One" but it did feel like the fate of the world was on his shoulders.

He looked at the clock, it was now 1:44 pm. His thoughts had carried him far, but now the anticipation of leaving with Ron and being back at the Borrow brought him back. He got up and with a flick of his wand he said "Locomotor Trunks" and his luggage floated its way downstairs with him right behind. At the bottom of the stairs he saw Dudley screech and dive out of the way when he saw the floating luggage.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were sitting in the living room, waiting it seemed, for Harry. When Uncle Vernon saw the floating luggage he turned an interesting shade of red, but it seemed to be fighting to control himself.

There was a knock on the door, and Harry could hear Dudley whimpering somewhere in the middle of the stairway. Harry made for the door and opened it, letting in Ron, Lupin and Mr. Weasley.

The Dursley's did not bother to get up. But Mr. Weasley went strait up to them saying hello and shook their hands. Then he turned to Harry and said, "How have you been holding up Harry?" Harry just shrugged.

Ron smiled at Harry and whispered, "Hey, Fred and George heard I was coming and they gave me some of their newest merchandise, they're candy that makes you turn colors!" Harry agreed, thinking for the disaster but it was just temporary, and by the time Dudley got his hands on the candy Harry would be long gone. So they dropped some in Dudley's candy dish.

Then Lupin took care of Harry's luggage and he said one last Good-bye and out the door they went. It was nice feeling the sun on his face. He wished the weather would mimic his inner feelings; it was hard to feel gloomy and angry when it was so beautiful out.