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        �Oh, ok,� Harry said. Mrs. Figg walked up the steps to her room. Harry looked at the cats surrounding him. One jumped onto his lap. He stroked it and noticed that there were faint speckles on its fur. �Part kneazle, eh?� Harry laughed. He soon realized that all of the polyjuice morphing had drained his energy, and before he knew it, he was asleep.
         Harry was woken up by a soft hooting in his ear. He opened his eyes and saw a fluffy, brown owl staring at him.
        ��Lo Errol,� Harry said. He looked at the piece of parchment tied to his leg. He unrolled it and read it.

        Harry,
        Of COURSE you can come over! My parents like you better than any of their children (except maybe Ginny) and they�d be more than happy to have you. Hedwig is staying here with me, although I don�t think she likes me as much as she likes you. She really wants to be with you.
        I have a lot of homework to do too. I actually haven�t started, so when you come, you can help me with it. I need a break from my family. Percy got Crouch�s job, so now he�s even more conceited than ever. Fred and George have been working on some new joke stuff, and they�ve been testing their things on me. I�ve already been turned into a canary six times!
       Dad�s been having a bit of trouble with the Ministry. Seems that a few people have just up and left, and they are having trouble finding new employees. After the Bertha Jorkins incident, and since everyone knows that You-Know-Who is alive, it seems that no one wants to be part of the Ministry, aside from Percy. Well, aside from that, life is boringly normal here in the burrow, and I can�t wait until school starts. If you can, write me back. If not, then I�ll talk to you when you get here.
            Ron Weasley

         �Great, I�ll see you then, Ron!� Harry said aloud. He let Errol go through an open window and turned around, quite surprised to see Mrs. Figg reading his letter. �Uh, Mrs. Figg, I just got that letter from Ron, and� �
         �Absolutely NOT!� Mrs. Figg announced in a startlingly loud voice. �I�m sorry, Harry, but I cannot permit you to go to Mr. Weasley�s house this summer!�
         �But�� Harry started, his heart sinking.
         �No, Harry, you have to stay here, under my watch. As long as You-Know-Who is around, you are only safe either near me or at Hogwarts, under Professor Dumbledore�s protection. I�m very sorry, but I must insist. I will write Mr. Weasley an owl explaining the circumstances.� She walked off to write the letter.
         Harry stood in the middle of the livingroom, the corner of his eyes burning. He angrily grabbed his suitcase. After climbing upstairs, he threw the suitcase down on the floor. He jumped into his bed, and looked longingly out the window. Great, he thought, my summer has been officially ruined.