Harry sat at the Weasley's kitchen counter, mentally counting all the lost lives in the previous battle at Hogwarts.
He made no move to return to Hogwarts, the place he once thought was his home.
He couldn't go back. It held too many memories. Memories of the poeple he lost.
Just as he was about to write a letter to Professor Mcgonagall, he paused. Was this what he really wanted? To start a new life completely when his friends all finished school and secured a job?
Harry suddenly stood. "I'm going to Gringotts." He announced to the weeping family.
No one looked up as he grabbed a handful of floo powder and walked up to the fireplace.
Then Ron called after him, " Really Harry, leaving when we're all grieving for Fred."
Ron scoffed, then proceeded to apparate out of sight with Hermione giving a empathetic glance and followed him.
"S-stay s-s-safe!" Mrs. Weasley called out between sobs.
Harry replied with a quick grunt to acknowledge her, after all, she did earn the respect by treating him like her own.
After a big sigh, Harry did a glamour spell, and swiftly threw the floo powder,and chanted, "Diagon Ally!"