if you love harry potter you go to read this :Part One:
Harry sat looking out of the bedroom window thoughtfully. Everything should have been normal, he was free of the Dursleys, summer was almost over and school was starting again, his seventh and final year. There did not appear to be any immediate threat on the horizon, and so far everything seemed to be going along perfectly. That, however, didn't stop Harry feeling quite strange about everything.
Technically in the wizarding world he was of age since he had already had his seventeenth birthday which allowed him to perform magic legally anywhere he chose; no more worry about the Ministry and talk of breaking his wand. It was a relief to know that he was considered adult enough to do as he saw fit and it was liberating, but also a little unnerving. He had been at the Burrow for a little over a week now and Ron had been encouraging him to do magic at every opportunity. If there was any distance to be covered the second youngest Weasley insisted that they Apparate and Harry was beginning to come to the conclusion that they were more annoying than the twins had been when they had first learned.
Dumbledore had sent the dark haired youth the form to apply for his Apparating Licence on the 31st of July already filled in; all he had had to do was sign it. Mad-eye Moody had taken him to the Ministry five days ago and Harry had passed first time, much to Ron's chagrin since the redhead had had to take his test twice; once at Easter when Ron had failed and once at the beginning of the summer.
Everyone had been very pleased, but Harry didn't know what all the fuss was about -- quite frankly he didn't like Apparating. It wasn't that he wasn't good at it, he had actually picked it up strangely easily, but it felt harsh and unpleasant. This was an opinion that no one else seemed to hold and hence was another strange feeling to add to all the others which appeared to be trying to make up for the fact that last year had