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Chapter 5 Tom and Harry

Hermione stood at the threshold
watching her best friend mount the bike and kick it to life. The quicksilver
chrome motorcycle roared with each twist of the handle given to it by its
rider, and each twist made her flinch.�
She shook her head, worried about him on that thing. He had enough
danger in his life. She wished he would not risk his neck so in such a careless
manner.�

That thought did not last long in
the wake of yesterday�s surprise visit.�
When she opened the door, the last person she expected to see standing
there was Harry Potter. More surprising than his visit was the fragile state
she found him in. �I could really use a friend right now�� Never before
had she ever heard his voice so broken, so�lost. It wasn�t that hollow after
the graveyard, not even after Sirius fell through the veil.� Those words were the only ones he said to
her yesterday; they were joined only by his embarrassed thanks and goodbyes
this morning. She simply held him while he cried. It was all she could think of
that might help him. It was a strange, but not unhappy, turn in their
friendship. Harry was such a private person. He never let his guard down, ever.
She was flattered and honored he would do so with her.

Harry backed the bike into the
road. With a quick look over his shoulder and a small smile on his face, he
rocketed down the street and was lost from site. Hermione stayed standing at
the door lost in thought.�

Her parents had found them yesterday
when they came home from surgery. Thankfully, they did not say anything to
embarrass them. Harry had fallen asleep in her arms shortly before that, and it
was a bit of a compromising position to be caught in.� They never said a word other than it was alright and that they
trusted her after she explained what was going on. She had spent some time just
recovering and enjoying her family after the massive healing Harry had done.
The events of last night brought her back to the present, and it made her think
of what she was going to do about what the Headmaster had asked of her. The
Headmaster�s last words to her before she boreded the train had been weighing
on her mind for some time.�

�-Flashback-

�I don�t understand, Headmaster. You have to be aware of what happens
every time he goes back there. I know Harry, and he is taking Snuffles death
far too well.� At least let us send him
letters so he won�t feel like he is alone.� Hermione�s voice was pleading with
him. She had been begging him for the last week, when she was conscious, to let
them.

Unfortunately, the Headmaster was unimpressed with her impassioned
arguments. �I am sorry, Miss Granger. I know what is best for Harry, and he
needs time to grieve, alone. You must not send Harry any letters this summer,
and more importantly, you must do your best to give him the space he
desperately needs.�

�Come
on, Hermione. Professor Dumbledore knows best. Just leave off.� Nothing�s going to happen to Harry, and we
can see him in a couple of months when the Headmaster decides it�s safe for him
to be moved.� Ron�s voice sounded bored to her.�

�Ronald,
how could you be so callus? This is Harry we are talking about. We know him. He
won�t talk about it, and he needs to. At the very least, he needs to find a way
to come to terms with all this. How is he going to be able to do that with
those horrible people?� Hermione looked scandalized while she berated Ron.

�Please.
Harry can take care of himself; he�ll be fine. Let it go. I mean, we�ve done
enough, right? Besides, both of us are not really in the best of shape to be
dealing with his temper when he gets like this.� Hermione noticed the lack of
care in Ron�s voice.� It was true that Ron still had a great many lashes from the brain, or whatever it was,
but still.

�Miss Granger, while I applaud your defense of your friend, I must
insist on this.� No communication with
Harry until we can safely relocate him. Also, have you considered my proposal
for you and Mr. Weasley? I am sure you understand how much influence it will
have in the job field you chose to take on. Especially considering how,
unfortunate as it may be, most employers feel about individuals such as
yourself.�� Dumbledore�s tone was
grandfatherly yet slightly pushy.

Hermione
fought an internal war before she spoke quietly. �I am still thinking about it
Headmaster. It�s a lot to ask.� He smiled at her with that twinkle in his eye.

�I
will expect a response by the end of the month, either way, Miss Granger.�� Dumbledore nodded at Ron who looked a bit
smug or pleased. �I already have your response so I will leave you to your
duties. Remember what I said about how important it is that you to follow my
instructions. Good evening, then.� With that Dumbledore had walked away.

-End Flashback-

That horrible curse had left her in
quite a state at the time. It continued to haunt her through her first few
weeks of summer until Harry had come and somehow healed her. Her parents told
her about it when she woke, but like Harry, they did not give her any details
other than it was a lot worse than she was originally led to believe. It
changed a lot of things for her, made her reevaluate a lot of things that,
before, were confusing.

Hermione turned, closing the door.
After Harry had left last time, Dumbledore had connected the house to the Floo
network. After she pleaded with him, gave her parents emergency Portkeys to
Grimmauld Place. However, she had no intention of ever doing what he asked of
her after what Harry did for her. She would never spy on him.�

When the Headmaster questioned her
about her recovery, she stated that she asleep when it happened. She kept her
answers very precise to avoid giving him anything that could cause him to look
into her mind, to look for answers. Thankfully, he did not.� She was sure she would be aware of it after
looking over Harry�s notes, which were surprisingly, and masterfully, well
done. She felt she might be able to get the hang of the skill before his
birthday, and hopefully, he would tell her what was going on afterward.

First she had things of her own to
do. She now had to talk to Ron. Her brush with death was too close for her, and
Harry was right. Life was too short. She had to tell him how she felt, but more
importantly she had to convince him to not spy on Harry. She knew Harry far too
well to know he would never do something like this without good cause. She just
had to convince Ron of it.

�Mum, Dad, I am going to the Burrow
for a few hours. I will be back before you get home.� After she talked to Ron,
she would tell her parents everything. First things first, she needed to talk
to Ron.

�Don�t be all day, hon.� Came her
mums reply.�

�I won�t.�

A few moments later, she was gone
in a flash of green flame.

xxxxxx

Harry walked into the tent,
shivering from his bath. He really needed to find a way to install a
bathroom, or at least a shower, in the tent. This bathing in ice cold streams
was getting OLD, quickly. In fact, it was old after the first time. With
one hand still clutching the towel around his waist, he tossed his clothes into
one of his kitchen chairs walking to his bedroom.

Harry knew from research that
Hermione conducted after the World Cup, there were two types of magical tents.
The more common ones were works of pure runic magic. They were generally far
more spacious over the other set, and usually, far better furnished. The
magic�s used for the expanded space and furniture and other accessories were
great, but they came with one major drawback. When the tent was packed, all
things inside were folded along with the increased dimensional space. Unless an
item had been warded to be malleable, it would be destroyed by the process. So,
when you bought one of these tents, you bought it all. Since it was an expanded
foldable space, one had to be careful to make sure all of the things that you
brought into it came back out with you when you packed it up. These tents
relied heavily on magic to keep things, all things, where they were supposed to
be, and when in use or pitched, all things that came with it ready to use without
problems.The other major problem was that the objects in the tent could not be
taken out into normal space and be brought back into another expanded space.
This would both destroy the object and the expanded space in a rather gruesome
manner. He remembered the look on Hermione�s face when she was showing him an
article where one of the inventors had died that way.� It was a horrific way to die.

Now, the other type of tent
available was the older kind. These tents did not use the expanded space theology.
Instead, the interior of the actual tent was nothing more than a powered
gateway which transported the witch or wizard to the room in question.� Where this room actually was located was
usually unclear, but the references stated they usually were either in a
dimensional pocket or in the real world. In the real world, these rooms were
sealed with no entrances or exits, other than through the magic of the tent.
The really good ones though usually offered a door into the real world, should
the gateway fail. In other words, if the tent itself was to be destroyed, those
inside would not be trapped, but be able to leave from wherever the inside was.
(The dimensional pocket tents were quickly taken off the market after the
Minister, and his Mistress, disappeared after the Minister�s wife set fire to
the exterior. The extra doorway came into use after another minister
disappeared. The prevailing theory is that his tent was destroyed by a passing
bear. What few people are aware of is that his tent was destroyed by his
Mistress when she caught him with his wife in their �love nest�.)�

Harry was pretty sure his existed
in the real world because he thought he could hear waves crashing on the shore
from time to time. And, he could smell salt water every now and then. In his
tent, if he left behind anything, then folded the tent, nothing would happen to
the contents within. This factor made this tent far more useful for him than
the other kind would be. When these tents were sold, they did not come
furnished which was considered a disadvantage to the newer models which did.
The older tents cost more, considering the construction costs to build a room,
and then the buyer still had to furnish the interior. With the far greater
cost, they fell out of favor quickly with buyers in the market. For Harry, it
was everything he needed.� It had not
taken long for him to think of this place as home. Especially now that most of
his parents� things decorated the place, thanks to Tonks, who helped shrink it
all until Jessica could deliver them to the tent.

Sirius had pre-furnished the tent
with the mindset they would share it on the road together. Harry had taken to
redecorating most things, since he did not have to worry about damage to his
possessions. Unlike the tent he shared with the Weasleys, his tent was walled
in a lightly stained wood. The floors were carpeted in a nice dark crimson from
the edge of the kitchenette through the common room, library, and bedroom. The
trim was gilded, giving it a strong Gryffindor feel. The main room consisted of
just the kitchenette, sitting room, and three doors leading off. The one in the
middle was his personal library/study now. Sirius used to have it set up as his
bedroom.�

The common room held a nice black
chesterfield with matching armchairs, coffee table, and fireplace, which was
wide enough for two cauldrons. Said cauldrons were currently empty, sitting to
either side of the fireplace on firebricks. A great Grandfather clock ticked
away the time between the library and his bedroom door,� Harry always chuckled when he saw it because
it use to be his grandfather�s clock. At least that�s what the label in the
back of it said. It took some tricky magic on Tonks� part to shrink it for
Jessica, but he had to have it. The most notable feature of that room would be
the pictures on the walls. Several pictures of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Sirius,
Remus, Tonks, Hagrid, Neville, Luna, and Harry�s parents clustered all over the
walls were smiling and waving.� Most of
them were taken at Hogwarts, with a few notable exceptions. There was also a
large painting of an empty tavern on the rear wall where someone was rooting
around behind the bar. Three other large frames were over the fireplace, though
their occupants were not in them at the moment. Hmmm, up to no good, no
doubt. Well, two of them maybe.�

The
kitchenette was open to the common room. There was a gateway that led outside
on the other side of the kitchen. The gateway itself was done in muted browns
and golds. The kitchenette had plenty of counter space. The countertops
surrounded the small room There was a small table with two chairs. The
table is where Harry had set his saddle bags. His motorcycle was also parked in
the open space in there, since he did not want to risk anything happening to it
while inside the tent.� A quick flick of
his wand lit the fire lighting up the room more brightly than the few oil lamps
hanging from the walls.

The rear door on the right led to
his workshop. He kept all his rune carving, sewing, and well, everything construction
related there. The walls were papered with all of his ideas, runescapes and
schemes, with shelves lined with items in various states of completion. He also
kept a small bookshelf in there for all his notebooks for failed projects or
ideas that did not pan out. Since his summer started, he spent the bulk of his
time in there, or in the library, when not driving from one campsite to the
next. He didn�t really decorate the room, as he needed the wall space for his
designs. However, he did have one large painting in there of a Quidditch pitch
in a small wooden area over-looking an ocean. He would stare at it from time to
time when he needed to calm his nerves from some of the more delicate carvings.

The final door, which was at the
rear as well, but on the left, was his bedroom. It looked just like his room in
the Gryffindor tower except for all the scenic pictures lining the walls. All
of these paintings came from the box of things dropped off in his vault after
his parents died. There were shelves for his parents� knickknacks, a vase in
the corner, two dressers, and his bed. Both dressers had their own full-length
mirror hanging over them, and Harry made his way to the first one. This one was
his, and he had his better clothing stored in there. He kept his road wear in
the closet since he wore them more than his nice things. Tonight, though, he
had an important engagement.

Harry dropped his towel and started
rifling through his things quickly, putting on his boxers while keeping an on
eye the paintings around him. The last thing he needed was for her to
walk in through one of them and see him starkers like she did the last time he
came in from his bath. Mission accomplished, he relaxed a bit searching for
something appropriate frowning.�

What the hell do you wear to a
dinner with the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?� Not jeans or a t-shirt.� His eyes looked up to the closet thinking of
his robes. He would take the dark green one that Tonks got him last Christmas.� Hmmm, trousers.� Black, go with black. I mean, seriously, can you go wrong with
black?� Works for everything.� White dress shirt. Yeah, nothing to fancy,
solid colors, can�t go wrong.� That
should be good enough. Grabbing the garments in question, he started to
dress thinking of why he was doing this in the first place.

Flashback

Hermione had only woken up a few
minutes ago and was still pretty groggy from her long sleep. His whole body was
aching from the ritual, with each breath sending knives through him.� He pushed the pain back as far as he could.

�Hermione.�� He waited for a moment while she broke out
of her own thoughts and looked at him�
It had only been a bit since she woke and already she was looking more
like her old self.

�I�uh, was wondering�um what,
what are you going to do now? I mean, we saw for ourselves, we�re not ready for
this stuff. I almost got all of you killed on a wild goose chase. Have
you�dunno, maybe thought of making a change?��

�I don�t really know what you
mean Harry. What do you mean what am I going to do now? Do about what exactly,
and what has that to do with the fight?�

�Well, I was sort of thinking,
you know, that you could go to another school.�
Beauxbatons would love to have you, and they�re a great school. There�s
also a really bang up school in the states, Salem. I think that could be great,
or that new one in Australia. I mean, it�s got to be safer than Hogwarts and
gets you away from the war.�

�What are you talking about
Harry?� Transfer?� Why would I transfer to another school? �What about you and Ron?��

�Well, see, I could go with you.
I mean, if you wanted me too. They are all cheaper than Hogwarts, really, even
with international Portkey transit for holidays. We could all go, get away from
Riddle, you know, just safer.�

Harry sat fidgeting for a moment
under her intense gaze. �Harry, are you saying we should run from the war?
You�re telling me we should abandon everyone and go into hiding?��

�Well, yeah, for a bit, you
know? I mean, we�re just kids, and as long as I am around, he�s just going to
keep coming at me until he finishes me off or gets more of my friends killed.
So yeah, we could just go. I mean, if you really wanted to, we could come back,
you know after N.E.W.T.s, when we are adults. Maybe with the knowledge, that
would give us a chance. I mean, if you don�t want me to go, I would stay, but,
after the ministry, I would understand if you wanted to, you know, make a
change. Life is too short Hermione, and with Riddle running around, it�s
getting shorter.�

She was quiet for a long
moment.� Harry kept his eyes on the
bedspread, idly toying with one of the tassels while waiting. �I don�t think
the answer to our problems, Harry, is to run from them. We survived, and that
is more than a lot of people can say. I think we are stronger than you are
giving us credit for. If you are asking me what I think, I think we shouldn�t
try running from this. First, we cannot guarantee he won�t follow us to
wherever we are going. So, �safer� would be Hogwarts where the facility knows of
the threat and is preparing for it. Our N.E.W.T. years Harry, this is when we
start learning a lot of the stronger spells, and no other school has a library
like Hogwarts for referencing strong magics.

I know you are worried for us,
but Harry, we chose to go with you. I won�t abandon you. Have I ever, so far?�
Harry felt her hand take his and give him a light squeeze.� We can do this, We�ve got the Order,
Dumbledore, and now, the Ministry is coming around after Voldemort�s return. We
will be alright here, Harry.�

Harry closed his eyes, taking a
deep breath.� She made up her mind,
and nothing I can say or do will change it now. Okay then, there is only one
choice left now. If she won�t leave, I have to find a way to kill him. It�s the
only way for her to be safe. Harry tried to smile and nodded. �Okay.� Sorry about that, just worried you know?��

End Flashback

�The right one dear, with the
cuffs. Do try to loosen up. It�s only dinner, love.��

Harry turned slightly, and blurrily
looked at the red haired young woman in the painting who spoke to him and
frowned. �The cuffs look stupid.�

She raised her eyebrow at him, but
spoke knowledgeably, �Maybe. However you are dining with the head of a
department in the Ministry, not a school chum for fish and chips. Trust me on
this dear.�

Still frowning, he looked back into
the mirror.� �If you say so mum.� He
mumbled.

Harry donned said shirt, tucking it
into his trousers before doing up the buttons.�
�Was that Sirius digging about in the old tavern?�

The painting of his mother sniffed
and he couldn�t help but smile. �Yes, but he won�t find what he is looking for.
I hid the cask in the bushes off the Quidditch pitch.� The last time Sirius celebrated with James�well, it was quite the
spectacle. One I do not wish to relive.� Harry shook his head and began belting
up his trousers.

It had been a few days since he
hung the paintings and redecorated the tent with his parents� things. The
paintings, though, came as a great surprise to him. He never expected to find
talking replicas of his parents, or Sirius. The emotional shock of talking to
his parents after a life of not knowing them put him into an emotional state he
was not familiar with, and sent him running to the one real person who could
help him, Hermione.� She really was the
best thing in his life, the one constant that made it worth living. Ron was one
lucky bastard to have her affections. Harry reasoned, something was better than
nothing, and he would settle for what he could get, especially if she was
happy.

Once he got back, he felt better
prepared to handle this turn in his life. He discovered that his parents had
ordered the paintings shortly after the prophecy was revealed to them, just
before they went into hiding. His mother used some of her more brilliant charms
work to enchant the frames in several different ways, most Harry did not
understand, his mum was scary brilliant that way. The portraits had quite a lot
of memories and personality of his parents, though incomplete, as was common.
Still, something was better than nothing, and Harry loved hearing stories from
them.�

However, as with all good things,
there are always the drawbacks.� His
father and Sirius were constantly running about making jokes or getting into
some mischief, much to his mother�s dismay. One thing was sure; it was never
boring with them around.

Through the mirror, he noticed his
dad walk into the painting his mother occupied looking him over. �Really Lils,
the one with the cuffs? He looks like a white peacock.��

�You have the fashion sense of
newt. Shush you, or you�ll give him a complex.�
He looks grand the way he is.��

�Yes dear.�

Harry snickered.� His dad was up to something.� Judging by the look he was getting from his
mum, she knew it too, but did not say anything. He reached down to pick up his
earring, but stopped when he heard his mum start talking.

�Really, dear, I am sure you look
dashing with that thing in your ear wile running about on that death trap of
Sirius, but it�s not very appropriate for your meeting tonight.�

Harry frowned again. �I guess.� He
looked over to Jessica�s jewelry box sitting on top of her dresser. Taking a
moment to open it up and pulling out the jade stud he worked a few weeks ago,
he held it to his ear to see if she approved. Reluctantly, she nodded saying if
he had to wear one, that one was lest offensive. Harry fastened it to
his ear taking in his appearance in her mirror. He thought he was missing
something when a locket caught his eye hanging in the jewelry box before him.

The locket was onyx with small
emerald studs making an �S� shape on the front.� He hadn�t been able to open it yet, but he noticed that it had
all manner of runes carved very subtly around it. It always bothered him
because he knew those runes, but could not remember from where. And, they were
not in any of the books Bill gave him. Might be something I saw in a book at
school. Still, it�s nice. Maybe it has some kind of protective charms on
it. I really need to research that later. It might be the key to one of my
projects. He picked it up, unfastened the gold chain, and started tying it
around him to see how it looked when he heard Sirius burst into the painting
with his parents.

�There you are mate! I found it!�
Harry heard, more than saw Sirius fall, and his father snicker at him. He
imagined his mother was scowling.

�Where was it?�� Harry tilted his head back to place his
contacts into his eyes.� Since his mum
said no to his earring she would most likely say no to his glasses. Harry
preferred the contacts to his old glasses anyways.

�Quidditch pitch.� Cheers Lils, we can go flying and celebrate
afterwards. I found some brooms in a shack off that landscape overlooking
Hogwarts.� Harry shook his head and began brushing his hair.

�You listen to me, James Potter!
You are NOT sleeping in my frame if you are going to be getting sauced with
Sirius. And I am NOT fixing any of your bones if you two are going to be
carousing all over the place on brooms with bellies full of ale.�

�Come on Lilly. It�s like old
times! We HAVE to celebrate. We are all together again. You need to loosen up
some. Share a pint with us.� Harry heard her snort at that while he braided his
hair into a queue and tied it off, making sure his bangs were in place in
front.

�WHAT IS THAT?!� He heard his mother
shriek. Curious as to what his Godfather had done now, he looked at them
through the mirror to see something lacy being shoved into the pocket of Sirius
Robes.

�What is what?� Sirius said in a
convincing tone that fooled no one.

His father�s eyes darted between
his wife and friend while taking a few steps back. Sirius� face was completely
innocent while his mother�s was flushed. �Whom did you get those from? It had
better NOT have come from�� Her eyes darted to Harry for a moment but let the
sentence hang.�

�I wouldn�t do that!�
Not from her, she�s like a daughter to me!�� A slightly panicked look struck him as he realized he was caught
now. �Er�� He started rubbing the back of his neck, �If it makes it better, the
lady gave it to me. It�s not like I am going to keep it Lily, just give �em
back tonight, later you know?� Harry was pretty sure the lady in question was
the portrait of Ms. Santos who was hung in the library. Sirius had his portrait
done along with her earlier this year, according to the artist�s date on the
canvas.� She never left her painting in
the library. She wasn�t very familiar with any of the others yet. She also knew
that her �real� self was still alive, and thought it awkward to be awake before
her own �passing�.�

�I will not have a woman running around Knickerless with
Harry about, Sirius! Nor should you traumatize my son with your idea of FUN!�
She screeched.

It was all Harry could do to not
burst out laughing. Ever since he hung the painting of Sirius he had been doing
all manner of outrageous things to get his mum�s goat, usually dragging along
his father. He knew they were doing it to make him laugh, and usually it did,
but Sirius seemed to take pride in doing things a hair over the top. He could
only imagine what would happen if he had a picture of Remus to complete the
set.� Then again, it was probably best
for his sanity if he didn�t.

�Don�t be such a prude Lils. I
happen to know for a fact that if young Harry�� He never got any further as his mother drew a rolled up newspaper
from her robes and charged him. With a yelp, Sirius abandoned the frame as his
mother started swinging at him. His father, ever the brave Gryffindor, dove
head first behind the chesterfield in the frame, hiding out from the one sided
battle while Harry burst out laughing at their antics.�

Harry could hear them through the
bedroom door as his mum chased Sirius from painting to painting. It took a few
moments before he saw his father�s head peak out from the top of the couch.

�Sirius had better be careful.
She�s been looking for a reason to whap him ever since graduation, when he
convinced us to attend that graduation party he threw. We all got drunk on
Firewhiskey and slept it off in the Great Hall. She was furious to wake up in
her knickers to the laughter of the school. Granted, we were all half starkers.
Never really forgave him, even after she hexed him sideways.�

Fresh laughter burst from Harry
while he put on his robes, moving into the common room to put his boots on. He
caught just a moment of Sirius diving from one portrait to another with his mum
screaming at him still holding the newspaper, chasing after him all the while.
�I�m just saying, and you have to admit, being a Parselmouth has its
advantages! OUCH! HELP! MADWOMAN!�

Nope, it was never boring here
anymore.

xxxxxx

Not for the first time, she
wondered if it was just bad luck this all happened today, or if somehow they
had sussed out that she was expecting Harry Potter for dinner. The more likely
option was neither. They were spending most of their time searching for Susan,
who with any luck had made it out of the mansion. Though, she was not going to
hold her breath on that one. They knew far too much to have left that to
chance.�

She was very surprised when a few
days ago she received a letter from Harry Potter asking for a time to meet to
discuss important issues. Amelia was not sure if the Longbottoms were
still closely tied to the Potters, or if her inquiry would reach him. She was
pleased that it did and that he had contacted her. She sent word back with the
magnificent owl for the time and place of their informal dinner, hoping she
would finally get some answers to the things that have been puzzling her about
this war. However, she never expected for Death Eaters to be calling the same
night, which brought her to the present.�

At the moment,
she and her sister Lucy were being held in her salon while they searched for
Susan, her niece. They had attacked a half hour ago with a small horde of
Inferi to break down her wards and almost a dozen Death Eaters. Her sister and
niece had fought like heroines, giving better than they got for the most part
until her sister fell from several stunners. One of which she did not
recognize. She ordered Susan to make a break for it while she held them off and
hoped she managed to get away, but considering the attacking force and how they
had been played so far she was not optimistic. She has spent too long as an
Auror and head of the DMLE to have her hopes too high.�

She had only managed to buy Susan a
few moments before magical exhaustion overtook her, and she found herself
disarmed and holding onto her sister waiting for the end. Surprisingly, they
did not kill her right away. Instead, they were searching the house looking for
Susan and she was sure it was not from some need to prevent witnesses.� Susan turned of age a few days ago. If she
and Lucy were dead they could claim the Bones fortune to fund their war through
some kind of farce marriage with one of their Death Eaters. It had happened to
a few families in the last war.�

She surveyed the damage around her;
the salon was almost completely wrecked with several breaches in the old
mansion�s walls. They had five Death Eaters standing guard over them while the
others roamed the house looking through every closet or hidden passageway that
they could find, looking for Susan. It was while she was looking around that
she saw something unusual. A hawk sat in the shadows, looking at her. It was
just out of sight of her guards. The feathers were steel blue along the top
with a dark gray in the breast. She shook her head to look again, but it was
gone.

Several minutes later, while she
was looking around, waiting for the end to come, when she thought she saw a
distortion in the air out of the corner of her eye. Keeping her eyes on her
guards, she realized that they had not noticed it. Death Eaters already
controlled the house. They did not need to walk about invisible. That left a
friend or ally.� Keeping her features
schooled, she waited to see how this would play out when she heard a soft hiss
in her ear and felt someone�s hand on her shoulder.

�Hello Madam Bones, quite the
reception. Where�s Susan?�� It was young
man�s voice. Merlin, it�s Harry Potter!

Being careful to keep her voice
low, she hissed back, �Hiding upstairs.� She felt the hand squeeze her
shoulder.

She felt the handle of a wand
pressing into her arm, and being careful to not draw attention to herself, she
subtly took it.� It wasn�t hers, but it
would do in a pinch.

�I�ll get Susan. When you get my
signal, get out.�

�Which is?�

�All hell breaking loose.� She felt
his hand withdraw from her and tightened her hold on her sister.� She would have to trust in the things her
niece had told her about him.

xxxxxx

For his part, Harry was cursing his
luck. He did not have any of his things for a fight with Death Eaters. I
should have bloody known it would work out like this. There is a lot to be said
for Mad-Eye�s paranoia. Well, it applies in my life. I don�t have Neville,
Tonks, or any of my little surprises. Bollucks!

Harry was creeping through the
broken house, listening to the sounds of Death Eaters running about looking for
his friend.� With over a dozen of them,
and one of him, the odds were good he was not getting out of this one. Maybe,
he could get Susan out before they caught him. It would be worth it to just
save a couple of them. He had stunned one of them outside with his wand
when he arrived. He�d been gone for over a month, and with the tracking charm
that he was almost POSITIVE the Old Goat put on his wand, the cavalry should be
here within ten minutes. The ensuing chaos of the Order and Death Eaters when
they met should buy Madam Bones some time, and hopefully him as well, to rescue
Susan and then get himself out.

Okay, I can do this, just like
at Hogwarts. Yeah, they�re just teachers, and I am past curfew in an unfamiliar
area. That�s it; just keep it simple. Harry moved down the long hallway for
a few moments, keeping half his mind on the fluttering of his cloak so it did not
give him away, and the other half on what he was seeing or hearing. In the
alley, his dark detector runescape he installed into the jade stud in his ear
worked for Jessica. So, he knew he had a small warning system in place. Granted
it was only effective within fifteen feet, but it was more warning than he
would otherwise get. Besides, it�s not like he had a lot of other things going
for him at the moment.�

When he saw someone walking down
the hallway, he ducked through the open door that led into the kitchens. As
soon as he walked in, he noticed another one on the far side and despite being
invisible, he ducked down. It was then he noticed a pair of glassy gray orbs
looking right into his, even though his should not have been seen. An idea hit
him.

Said orbs belonged to a shaking and
frightened house-elf. He inched his way forward, keeping his eye on the Death
Eater throwing open cabinets looking around. The poor elf tracked his approach
with wide eyes. In a low voice, he whispered to the frightened creature.

�Hey, Could I get you to do me a
favor? I am trying to rescue your family, but I could use some help.� His eyes
tracked the other man in the room who was heading through the door into the
dinning room.

A very quiet squeaky voice
replied.� �Wh�wh�wha can can be
doing�sir��

Harry tried to keep his voice calm
and reassuring, but he was failing miserably. He was sure it came out as more
of a command. His body was pumping adrenalin through him, and he needed this to
work. �Go to Hogwarts. In the Kitchens, you will find a free-elf named Dobby.
Tell him Harry Potter needs him. Bring him here, but warn him that bad men are
about and to find me quickly, quietly, and to not be seen. Then, grab Amelia
and the woman she is holding, and get them out of here to somewhere safe.�

Harry immediately moved when he
heard the �crack� of the house-elf leaving. He continued his way through the
house, making his way to the Grand Staircase.�
Continuing to move carefully, he navigated past the Death Eaters in the
house, making his way up the stairs walking along the edges to avoid any
squeaky steps, just in case. It worked at the Dursley�s, and he did not come
this far to get stupid now. There is something to be said for Slytherin
thinking, after all.�

So far, things were going well. He
hadn�t been caught yet, and since he happened on this scene unprepared, that
was the most he could hope for. As he reached the top, leading into the second
floor, he saw one of the Death Eaters below rush from somewhere to the area where
Madam Bones was at. It was the first time Harry noticed the bodies of her
guards littering the floor, and it left him with a queasy feeling. Slip up,
Potter, and you�re next. You know these guys don�t play fair. Turning his
head, he stood for a moment listing for anything and thought he heard someone
talking down the hallway.�

Making his way towards the sounds,
he was able to pick up a few things. He could hear a female voice whimpering
and the gruff sounds of an older man. �Don�t worry love, this may be your first
time, but it won�t be the last�� His chuckling made Harry�s stomach turn.
Looking about, he confirmed that the hallway was clear. The door was ajar, and
he eased himself inside, hoping to not find what he feared he was about to see.

Inside appeared to be a bedroom
that lay in shambles, like most of the house, but instead of spell-fire blown
objects, things just appeared to be thrown about. Harry felt his face turn red
when he saw a Death Eater knelt between the bare legs of a red haired young woman
who was struggling for all she was worth. The man in question was chuckling at
her antics, enjoying it. Harry forgot all about his wand and the need to be
sneaky and charged, screaming in rage at what he was seeing.�

The man, surprised by the intrusion,
half turned to yell, but found himself lifted off of the young woman and thrown
against the wall, stunned from the impact. He did not have much of a chance to
right himself before Harry was all over him. Harry felt a sharp pain in his
hand, as if from far away, when he used his fist to repeatedly bash in the face
of the man below him. He used one hand wrapped tightly in his robes to hold the
Death Eater in place while he screamed curses into his bloody face while
raining blows upon him. He broke the bone white mask with his bare knuckles, as
well as his fist in the process. Stopping was not on his mind, not until this
monster stopped struggling. He was so lost into the rage that he almost did not
stop heard a voice behind him.�

�Harr�Harry?�

His bloody and broken fist raised
for another strike, he jerked his head up to see who spoke. On the bed was none
other than Susan Bones. Immediately, he rose from the pummeled man and strode
to her, taking off his robe to drape around her. Her own robes were shredded
and unsalvageable. �Hey, It�s okay. I got you.� He kept his voice soft,
soothing, or at least he thought he did. His rage still burned through him, and
it was hard for him to tell. She clutched at him in desperation and began
sobbing into his chest.� Susan was a
sweet girl, one of his favorites from the DA crowd, hard working, eager to
learn new spells and prove she could do them no matter how difficult, and loyal
beyond any others, bar Hermione. Not as magically proficient as some of the
others, but that never stopped her from trying to be. He remembered when her
mother confronted her about the DA during Christmas, but she told Harry that
she refused to stop or rat them out, not that her mother asked her too. She was
the ideal Hufflepuff.

�I know you�re hurting, but we got
to go. Can you walk?� She nodded after a moment, so he rose with her close
behind him. She moved over to the large bedroom stained glass window to
retrieve her wand, clutching the front of his robes when all hell broke loose.�

Harry could hear shouts down stairs
and the sounds of battle. Something powerful shook the house�s foundations and
dust fell from the ceilings. Harry made to move when someone burst in through
the door and fired off a killing curse at him, which made him dive to the side.
His dive carried him closer to Susan, but no closer to the way out.

�Avada Kedavra!�

To Harry, all time slowed to a
craw, as it normally did whenever he found himself in these situations. A small
part of him thought it was that sad he was familiar with this sensation.� He could see the killing curse inching
toward the red haired Hufflepuff, see her fearful, stupefied expression. He
could feel the slow blink in his eyes and made his decision. I can save one.
Fair exchange.

Harry took a step and slid himself
in the path of the curse, throwing his arms wide to protect his friend with a
grim set to his features. Behind him, he could hear Susan�s startled gasp, see
the maniacal gleam in the Death Eaters eye, and the horrid sickly green of
death rushing toward him. Goodbye everyone. It was the longest second he
had ever experienced, and then it all rushed by and Harry knew no more.

xxxxxx

Her ears were ringing from the
explosion of magics from a moment ago. She shook her head looking around blearily,
trying to focus her doubled vision. The ringing was still buzzing in her ear,
and her body still ached fiercely by the time she was able to see properly.
What she saw did not ease any of it. The body of Harry Potter lay broken mere
feet from where she landed, rag doll twisted and crumpled. She felt a sob break
from her throat as she crawled to him, unwilling to believe that it was true.
After everything he had been through, all the rumors and all of the things he
had survived. He died protecting her.�

The sounds of battle inside the
house were but a distant thing compared to the sounds of her heart hammering
within her breast. The few feet she had to crawl took ages, but she made the
distance. Looking around, she noticed they lay in a field of rotting dead
bodies, and only one thought came to her. You�re NOT getting his body. You
sick bastards. Not as long as I breathe. Knowing she had to do something,
she tried to gather her feet, but fell down quickly from her legs not being
able to support her. She realized she had fallen on top of him and succumbed to
the tears that threatened to overtake her until she heard noise that made her
look up. Standing before her, like some kind of cartoon comic, was the strange
house elf that had warned them last year when Umbridge had found them.�

He was still wearing a stack of tea
cozies on his head and dressed outlandishly.�
His eyes were as wide as saucers, and he was trembling. �Please, don�t
let them get his body�� She was barely cognizant of saying the words.

Nodding his head, he opened one of
Harry�s eyelids looking strangely at him for a moment before a hand grabbed her
and the other Harry. The little elf�s voice was barely a whisper when he said,
�Harry Potter, sir, is alive�� Both of them were gone with a loud �Crack!�

When they had reappeared, they were
laying outside a simple canvas one man tent in the middle of nowhere. She could
hear the sound of a stream babbling somewhere close, but it was pitch black and
terrifyingly silent thanks to the thick wood around them.� The elf snapped his fingers, and Harry�s
body rose into the air following him into the little tent. Susan, not knowing
what else to do struggled to follow.�

Inside, she found the strangest
apartment she had ever seen. It had a mix of Muggle and Wizarding furnishings
decorating the place. There were several moving portraits on the walls. One of
them, directly across from her, in a dusty old tavern scene was a young woman
with long, dark, auburn hair similar to hers, trying to drag a man who appeared
to be sleeping. The sleeping man looked a lot like Harry, obviously drunk and
snoring. The woman was cursing him with every breath.

�Stupid husband. I told you. I told
you, but do you listen to me, no.�� She
apparently gave up on the man and stomped one of her feet. �You may not
remember this, but you had better. You are NOT sleeping in my frame
tonight.� You�re lucky Harry isn�t
around because I am sure he could think of a prank that would put you in your
place after what you and Sirius did.�

Susan looked over and noticed that
the elf had laid Harry out full on the couch and was taking his shirt off.
Susan had a little healer training from last summer. She interred with one of
her uncle�s, but had no idea if Harry kept any healing supplies around.�

She walked up to the painting,
where the woman had yet to notice anything.

�I should hang you from the
Quidditch hoops by your feet. Or I could let you sleep it off in the pig pen
over in the town house painting�serve you right for getting sauced when I told
you not to.� She grumbled.

Hesitantly, Susan cleared her
throat and said, �Excuse me�� The
painting shrieked in surprise before looking down at Susan.

�Who are you!?�� Her eyes darted over to the couch, and the
picture drew her wand pointing it at Susan. �WHAT DID YOU DO TO HARRY!?�� Susan had never seen a painting with a wand
before and was a bit uncomfortable. She did not think the painting could hurt
her, but she sure looked like she was going to.

�I am Susan Bones. Harry�s hurt.
Does he have any healing things around?� Her voice was uncertain, and she was
still riding the emotional shock of the night.�

The painting seemed to take her at
her word and lowered the wand running through one frame to the next until she
stood in one next to a large cabinet in the small kitchen area. �Here. He keeps
special blood replenishing potions in here, along with things he�s nicked from
potions in school. At least, that is what he told me. I know he keeps clean
bandages and such in here as well.�

Nodding, Susan hurried to the
cabinet, finding everything she needed. She looked over her shoulder and
noticed that Harry�s chest appeared burnt. She grabbed a bit of everything and
rushed to him, hoping she could do some good.

It was a long night between her
uninvited guests and her escape with Harry. Both of which she felt as she
slowly returned to consciousness. She vaguely remembered that after she had
cleaned and wrapped Harry�s wounds, the painting of the woman had directed her
in here to sleep. Not that she slept much. Her dreams were the horrors of the
night before. She spent most of the night in tears.

The bed was very comfortable, and
as the world returned to her, she found herself wrapped tightly in several
blankets mummy-like. It took her a few moments to extract herself from her
cocoon and began rising. The first thing she noticed was that the painting of
the woman was sitting in a rickety rocking chair watching her in a small farm
painting.�

�Morning Miss Bones. Or Afternoon ,
I think. It�s hard to get an idea of the time aside from Grandfather�s clock.�
Her voice was soft and welcoming.�

Susan gave her a small smile. �Is
Harry awake yet?� She did not think he would be, but wanted to know. Her own
voice was rough and raw sounding.�

The painting shook her head. �Not
yet, but Dobby is looking after him.� They stared at each other for a moment
before the painting spoke again. �You can�t walk around dressed like you are.
You can call me Lily. You look about Jessica�s size; her dresser is the one in
front of you. Take what you need. I know she won�t mind.� Susan nodded, not
sure who Jessica was, but thankful that there was something to change
into.� Her own dinner things were torn
up when that animal attacked her, and Harry�s robe was torn up pretty badly when
they were blown out of the second floor onto the grounds. At the moment, she
was starkers aside from one of Harry�s Quidditch robes, which she was not sure
she was going to give back. It was better than her sleeping gown. Rising
slowly, she took a few steps and opened a few of the drawers.�

This Jessica had decent taste for
Muggle wear. She found knickers which fit a bit snug and a bra which was a bit
loose. Jeans took her a moment to find one that was not too snug, but the
shirts were not a problem. Whoever she was, she knew how to match her clothes
decently. At least, she did not have to worry about looking like an idiot.� As she finished dressing, she wondered again
who the woman living with Harry was and decided to ask the painting called
Lily.

�I am sorry, hon, but we are bound
to Harry and cannot reveal his secrets. I don�t know if she is a secret, but I
do know you are the first real person I have seen other than Harry. It�s up to
him to give us permission, otherwise we can�t. You need to understand though, I
most likely wouldn�t anyways unless he asked me to. We may not be alive, but we
are very protective of him.�

�Our paintings are the same way, so
I understand.�� Finished dressing, she
left the bedroom and moved into the living room only to see two other portraits
watching Harry.� One looked just like
him, though a bit older, the other looked a lot like Sirius Black and
made her pause in the doorway. Both men had not noticed her yet.

�The first one with the glasses is
my fool husband James Potter. The other is his best friend, and Harry�s
Godfather, Sirius Black.�� At Susan�s
panicked look, Lily explained. �He was never guilty of the crimes they held him
for. Harry explained it to us.� He died
a few months ago, according to Harry. James and I only woke up a few days ago.
So, we�re all sort of playing catch up with current events. Sirius seemed to be
fairly well informed when he joined us, minus how he died.�

Susan shook her head. Only Harry
Potter would live in a tent with Paintings of his parents and the one who
supposedly murdered them. She strode over to check his bandages. He was
breathing all right, and as best as she could tell, he seemed fine aside from
the fact he was alive when he shouldn�t be. Again, only Harry Potter could get
away with being hit with a killing curse and live. She felt numb, emotionless
at the moment. I must still be in shock.

Satisfied with Harry�s condition,
she moved about the tent, checking the rooms.�
It appeared that Harry was pretty well established here in this tent.
The fireplace was set up for potion making. The library, though small, had all
the indications he was doing something, and the kitchen looked fairly well used
and stocked with a variety of Muggle foodstuffs. The room that surprised her
the most was the last room.

Inside, she found a worktable that
took her back to the days she would visit her Grandpa who was an Unspeakable.
It was littered with bits of dust and chips of stone, rock, and different
crystals. Shelves were lined with various cut and uncut stones in various
states of pre-enchantment. There also sat several flasks, knife sheathes, and
other odds and ends typical of a traveler or someone who like to keep a bit of
everything on hand. Having never taken Ancient Runes or Arithmancy, she had no
idea what any of the designs meant, but it looked like he had many projects in
the works, doing a variety of things. It was like a builder�s workshop, but she
had no idea what he was making. She did not see any of the jeweler�s tools her
grandmother used when she cut stones, so she assumed he was experimenting with
both types. None of them looked particularly valuable, which supported her
belief. Some of the things she could read indicated he was working on wards and
detectors of various types. A variety of different types of parchments and
other components, such as feathers from various birds, littered the available
spaces.

A couple of things that captured
her attention as she walked about the room were two suits of armor and a great
hooded cloak. One was easily identifiable as a heavy leather back and breast
plate mail minus the skirt. The chest was embossed with the Potter House
symbol, a sword crossed with a wand in the heart of a shield. The other was a
bit strange, though just as interesting. It consisted of leather leggings
clinched at the waist by a wide chain metal belt. It also consisted of a thick
leather sleeve for the left arm with straps that traveled from the shoulder to
the belt across the chest holding it firm in place. The sleeve was solid except
for at the elbow, where there was some overlap that would allow the wearer to
bend his arm some. The materials used where also strange. It appeared to be a
mix of Dragon, Manticore, Basilisk, and Griffin. All three looked to be very
old, like something you would find in a show room from the days of their
forefathers. There were several pictures and diagrams on the walls around it
detailing�something planned for them all. What the intention was, she had no
clue, but one thing struck her as she looked around this room. It looked like
Harry was planning something. She was not sure exactly he had planned.

She walked back into the sitting
room and took up her own vigil. It was how she passed the day away: three
paintings, an elf, and her watching the rising and falling chest of the wounded
young man sprawled on the couch before her. She must have fallen asleep at some
point because when he moaned, she found herself slumped in a chair with her
eyes closed. Quickly wiping sleep from her eyes, she knelt next to him,
ignoring everything else, but his face watching to see if he would open his
eyes.

�If this is the next great
adventure Dumbledore preaches, it leaves a lot to be desired.� His voice was
groggy and low but to her it was music. She felt her eyes begin to tear,
hearing him awake. She was so thankful that his eyes opened slightly. �At least
the angles are pretty.� She felt a half laugh, half sob escape her as she
smoothed his hair back.

�Flatterer.� Save your strength. You�ve been out for a
while.� Dobby hurried to them, handing her a cool washcloth, which she used to
clean his face. �Stay still, Harry. I don�t know what happened, but I know the
majority of your chest was burned by it.��
Harry grunted as he ignored her and tried to sit up but settled down
again with a pain-filled expression.�

�I�d wager I cracked a few ribs or
worse too, by how that felt. Thanks for patching me up, Susan.��

She shook her head, still silently
crying. �No Harry. Thank you. If you hadn�t showed up�that animal�I would�would
have�been�� Harry�s eyes were still
pretty glassy, but they sharpened up a bit.�

�He didn�t�I was afraid I was too
late. Are you sure you�re okay?� She shook her head.�

�No, but I hope to be.�� Her own voice was getting choked. Now that
he was awake, everything came crashing down on her again. Harry opened his
arms, letting her cry into his shoulder.

�It will be alright, Sue. I have a
friend who can help. We can go see her in a few hours alright?� Shhhh. I got you. Everything will be
alright.��

xxxxxx

Nymphadora Tonks apparated into her
flat, completely exhausted from the last day and a half. She was so exhausted
that her trademark bubblegum pink hair was dull and lifeless, hanging from her
head. She stumbled through her sitting room to her bedroom, never noticing the
two pairs of eyes flowing her from the dark interior or hear the snicker from
that direction. All she knew was that she was dead on her feet. Harry was still
missing, and no one knew if he had Susan Bones or if the Death Eaters did. As
she fell unconscious after stripping down and throwing on some sleep-wear she
only thought it had been hell for a couple of days.

The next day, Tonks found herself
fully awake. This was odd for her at this hour, in other words before noon. Her
mind spun a bit trying to reason why she was awake at such a god-awful early
hour, such as ten in the morning. The last two nights had been rough with the
disappearance Susan, her boss�s niece, and the appearance and then
disappearance of Harry Potter. She wished he would have told her he was going
to visit Amelia that night. She would have gone to be his wing woman. It was
then she realized what had awoken her. She smelled food, which made her frown.
It was a foreign smell in her flat. Picking up her wand, she disentangled
herself from the warmth of her blankets and strode into the main room.

She blinked a few times as the
morning light assaulted her eyes. It came streaming through the clear, clean
windows illuminating the spotless condition of her dwelling. The smell of food
in her flat was momentarily forgotten while she tried to assimilate what she
was seeing. There wasn�t a dirty sock, a pair of used pants, or a bra hanging
from any of the surfaces in site. As a matter of fact, everything seemed to be
ordered in some fashion.�

She had, of course, heard of such
things. At Hogwarts she had even experienced it a few times. The flat was
clean, and that was not normal. She turned to the windows and noticed the years
of caked dust and dirt from the chimneys of her neighbors had been washed
clean, and that was what had allowed the sunlight to enter her place. The
unfiltered light illuminated the unnatural cleanliness surrounding her. Her
frown deepened, and she was assaulted by the smell of food again. Curious, she
followed her nose to the small kitchen she never entered unless she was too
drunk to realize it wasn�t her bedroom.

Cautiously opening the door the
biggest of surprises waited for her. A young, auburn haired girl sat at a
table, she did not know she owned in a chair she was pretty sure was not there
the other week she woke up in here, laughing. Following her eyes, she spotted
the person making her laugh, which was none other than her missing Harry in an
apron cooking on her range making a spectacle of flipping an omelet in the
skillet. She blinked.� The range
works???

Said dark haired young man turned
and looked at her. �I wondered where that robe went. Every year, I have to
replace my Quidditch robes at least once or twice. Susan stole my last one last
night.� Tonks found herself blinking rapidly in what she assumed was a stupid
manner, considering the laughter dancing in Harry�s eyes. Harry moved over and
slid the omelet he had just finished making onto a plate. He sat it down,
making three full plates on the table. �You know, you�re a right slob, Tonks.
Dobby did say that you know how to make a house-elf feel needed. Breakfast?�

�Harry? Who is that? What are you
doing here? What�s food doing in my kitchen?��
She paused a moment to draw a quick breath. �Where�s my Porn?� Fresh
embarrassed giggles broke from the young girl at the table, but Harry took her
questions in stride.�

�Yes, I am Harry. That is Susan
Bones. Susan, Nymphadora Tonks.� Harry pointed at her with the cooling frying
pan before setting it in the sink and running water over it, sending steam into
the air while Tonks growled behind her frown. �But don�t call her Nymphadora,
unless you want to get hexed. We are here to eat breakfast and to let you know
Sue is alive and well, and so she can get home. Food is in your kitchen because
that is traditionally were a person cooks it.� He gave her a cheeky smile,
�Your porn, which Dobby said was disgusting by the way, has been alphabetized
by title, graphic content, and type on a bookshelf in your bedroom. He wanted
to build a restricted section but I warned him we would never get you out of it
if he did.�

�You�re a cheeky bugger
today.��

Harry smiled broadened, handing her a plate. �Hungry?� Tonks
felt a smile on her face looking at the plate with her mouth watering. Never
once had she refused his cooking.� He
made the takeaway places she normally ordered from seem like garbage in
comparison. Still smiling, she took the plate.�
�If you aren�t careful, I am going to keep you around for a sex slave/cook.�

Harry laughed, �It�s always good to
know I have options.�

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