Straight after the funeral, Harry was sent straight back to the Dursleys' where he would be forced to endure hell for the rest of his summer. The only thing that was mildly interesting was a Dementor showing up in Little Whinging, trying to perform the kiss on his cousin, Dudley Dursley.

Needless to say, Petunia and Vernon Dursley were not very happy when their only son returned back home, dazed and confused, looking like he had been mugged.

Harry was subjected to isolation in his room for the rest of the summer, there was nothing but constant boredom until one evening, the Dursleys told Harry that they would be going out. Whether they were in the house or not made no difference to Harry, all evenings were the same now, the dull silence in his room. His only source of communication with his friends was when Hedwig returned, delivering Harry his letters from his friends.

Speaking of his friends, Harry had been having nightmares constantly of the night, reliving the graveyard and reliving the return of Voldemort. Each nightmare ended the same, arriving back to Hogwarts holding Y/N's dead, lifeless body. There was so much guilt that Harry felt, it should've been him. The fact that in his last moments Y/N was concerned on getting Harry out of the graveyard made Harry feel even worse. He was right, Harry always played hero. Y/N was definitely the better wizard but Harry took the spotlight, because of his past and his lucky survival against Voldemort as a child. If anything, the hero was Y/N.

Harry jolted out of his thoughts when he heard a sound downstairs. A crash was heard in the kitchen, Harry jumped out of his bed, made his way towards his door and debated whether he was going to get his wand. He was already facing trial for using magic underage outside of Hogwarts so there was nothing to lose, he was probably going to get expelled.

The footsteps were getting closer to his door, Harry heard the lock click and then his door swung open. His wand was pointed at the door and he heard a voice.

"Lower your wand boy, before you take someone's eye out."

"Professor Moody?" Harry said uncertainly.

"Never really got round to teaching did I?" replied Moody.

"It's alright Harry, we've come to take you away." a voice said and Harry could instantly recognise the voice. Professor Lupin.

The plan was to transport Harry to a house in London via broomsticks. Moody performed a Disillusionment Charm on Harry before the group set off. The journey was exhilarating, it was the best thing that had happened to Harry all summer. It took a while but soon, they found themselves by some houses.

"In you go Harry." Moody said as Harry walked in. He was greeted with Mrs Weasley who gave him a massive hug,

"Harry! I'm so glad you got here safely! Hermione and Ron are upstairs, not long till dinner."

Harry nodded and made his way upstairs to where Ron and Hermione were, when he got in he was greeted with hugs from both of them.

"Let him breathe Hermione." Ron said with a chuckle.

Harry didn't know what he was feeling, seeing Ron and Hermione here together having a great time whilst he was trapped with the Dursleys made him feel uneasy, made him feel left out.

Harry turned his head to find Hedwig perched on the windowsill, Y/N's owl Grey next to her.

"Pecked us half to death when she brought your last letter." Ron commented.

"I'm sorry but I just wanted answers." Harry replied with a shrug.

"And we wanted to give them to you mate, we really did. But Dumbledore made us promise-"

"Not to say anything, Hermione mentioned it." Harry replied, almost bitterly.

"He seemed to think it was best," said Hermione rather breathlessly, "Dumbledore, I mean."

"I think he thought you were safest with the Muggles-" Ron began.

"Yeah?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows. "Have either of you been attacked by Dementors this summer?"

"Well, no. But that's why he's had people from the Order of the Phoenix tailing you all the time-"

"Didn't work that well, though, did it?" said Harry, doing his utmost to keep his voice even. "Had to look after myself after all, didn't I?"

"He was so angry," said Hermione, in an almost awestruck voice, "Dumbledore. We saw him. When he found out Mundungus had left before his shift had ended. He was scary."

"Well, I'm glad he left," Harry said coldly, "if he hadn't, I wouldn't have done magic and Dumbledore would probably have left me at Privet Drive all summer."

There was an awkward silence.

"Does he not think I can take care of myself?" Harry asked.

"Of course he doesn't think that!" said Hermione anxiously.

"So how come I have to stay at the Dursleys' while you two get to join in everything that's going on here?" said Harry, the words tumbling over one another in a rush, his voice growing louder with every word. "How come you two are allowed to know everything that's going on?"

"We're not!" Ron interrupted. "Mum won't let us near the meetings, she says we're too young-"

But before he knew it, Harry was shouting. "SO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN IN THE MEETINGS, BIG DEAL! YOU'VE STILL BEEN HERE, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU'VE STILL BEEN TOGETHER! ME, I'VE BEEN STUCK AT THE DURSLEYS' FOR A MONTH! AND I'VE HANDLED MORE THAN YOU TWO'VE EVER MANAGED AND DUMBLEDORE KNOWS IT! WHO SAVED THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE? WHO GOT RID OF RIDDLE? WHO SAVED BOTH YOUR SKINS FROM THE DEMENTORS? WHO HAD TO GET PAST DRAGONS AND SPHINXES AND EVERY OTHER FOUL THING LAST YEAR? WHO SAW HIM COME BACK? WHO HAD TO ESCAPE FROM HIM? WHO HAD TO WATCH Y/N DIE? ME! BUT WHY SHOULD I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY SHOULD ANYONE BOTHER TO TELL ME WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING? FOUR WEEKS I'VE BEEN STUCK IN PRIVET DRIVE, NICKING PAPERS OUT OF BINS TO TRY AND FIND OUT WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON!"

Hermione interrupted, tears streaming down her face. "Harry! Shut up! You can't bring Y/N up like that! You need to stop. Without Y/N you wouldn't of done all the things you've done, without Y/N you probably wouldn't of made it out alive from the graveyard. You're just being selfish and disrespectful!"

Harry knew he had crossed a line when he mentioned Y/N but every resentful thought he had was pouring out of him. "Yeah, stick up for him, bet if he was here right now you three would be having a fun time without me."

"Harry..." Ron said, looking at the boy.

"Do you know how hard it's been for me? For us?" Hermione began. "For us to lose one of our best friends, for me to lose my boyfriend, it's been hard. You don't have to right to come here and start screaming your head off and disrespect one of your best friends like that. He doesn't deserve that. You're better than that Harry."

Harry sighed. "What's this place anyway?"

"Headquarters for Order of the Phoenix." Ron said.

"You gonna tell me what that is?"

"An organisation Dumbledore formed to fight against You-Know-Who." Hermione said, still a bit angry and annoyed at Harry.

Just then, there was a crack and the twins, Fred and George appeared in the room.

"Hey there Harry," Fred said.

"We thought we heard your dulcet tones." George added.

"Don't bottle up your anger, let it all out." Fred said. "There might be a couple fifty miles away who didn't hear you."

"Where's Issac?" Harry asked grumpily.

"Down in the meeting, his parents let him in the Order." George said.

"Anyways, you're interfering with the connection for our Extendable Ears." Fred explained.

The group walked out the room and sat by the staircase, George dangling the Extendable Ears down and placed it delicately by the door.

"Oh, hello, Harry!" said Ron's younger sister, Ginny, brightly. "I thought I heard your voice." she then turned to Fred and George. "Its no-go with the Extendable Ears, she's gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door."

"How d'you know?" asked George, looking crestfallen.

"Tonks told me how to find out," said Ginny, "you just chuck stuff at the door and if it can't make contact the door's been Imperturbed. I've been flicking Dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs and they just soar away from it, so there's no way the Extendable Ears will be able to get under the gap."

"That's a shame." Ron sighed.

Luckily for them, the door opened and out came Mrs Weasley, shouting up the stairs. "Dinner's ready!"

The six of them made their way downstairs and Mrs Weasley smiled at Harry brightly before saying. "There's someone who wants to see you Harry."