An ocean away on another continent, envisioning happier days a bespectacled boy with an unruly shock of hair and a scar on his forehead sat outside the backyard of his Uncle’s home. Harry was sitting on a stone table beneath a tree he climbed when Aunt Marge had brought her dogs. That had been a while back though. Just last summer he had blown up his aunt but not before hexing her dog when she wasn’t looking. The annoying mutt had chased him up the tree too many times not to merit some of those stunning curses.

Harry was sitting outside, enjoying the bright sunlight and the soft breeze blowing carrying with it the potential of a young summer that promised to be wonderful at the Burrow. Harry could not stand the idea of spending another minute in the Dursley’s home, not if he could help it.

Uncle Vernon, had reluctantly agreed to let Harry leave, it meant getting him out of the house and that was always a good thing. There was less likely chance of odd happenings like his sister blowing out, or oddly dressed figures showing up at his house. Heaven’s knew the neighbors were nosy people they were always watching for anything odd and out of the ordinary. Marge could attest to that she was always watching to see what the neighbors were up too.

Harry made a point of keeping his uncle happy by not being around if he could help it. Namely, spending the day in what had once been Dudley’s spare room or outside, trying to avoid Dudley and his idiot mates. Harry missed his friends dearly — Ron and Hermione — they were easily worth all the gold in the world, those two. They were the sweetest of friends, with them he had gone through many adventures. Harry was kind of hoping for a seriously quiet term this year. But the prophecy from the year before bothered him. It promised the return of Lord Voldemort. Still, it was hard to be scared of the possibility of something so dark and sinister on such a bright sunny day, with the birds singing in the sky, and the clouds looking like so much cotton candy.

Harry looked at his watch and counted the hours until Ron and his family would get there to take him away. They were going to go see the Quidditch World Cup this year.