Disclaimer, I own nothing of Harry Potter or High School Musical. The first two chapters are heavily based on JellyFish72's story and I will gladly give right of way to her should she return to writing.

Harry sat at the edge of his bed, looking at him shoes. "Are you ready, Harry?" Hermione asks softly as she steps into the boy's dorm room. Ron glances over at her and gives a light, reassuring smile before turning to look at Harry again with concern in his eyes for his best friend.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." Harry murmurs back, looking up at Hermione and giving a weak smile before he sets his face in an emotional mask. It had been a week. One week since the Ministry, one full week since Harry had been seen by anyone other then his dorm roommates, and Hermione since she often was the one to bring back food. She always claimed it was to keep Ron from eating it all on the way back, trying to lighten Harry's mood in some way.

Harry stood up from his bed and gave Hermione a one-armed hug as Ron moved to his other side and threw an arm around him also. As they walked, arms still around each other, to the door leading into the Great Hall, Harry reflected on how glad he was to have their support. Without them, he figured he would still be up in his dorm room, not eating, hardly sleeping, and just focusing on his loss. It had been tough, still was tough everyday, the knowledge that his…that Siri…he was gone. They had stuck by him; Hermione often times rubbing his arm comfortingly, Ron talking about nothing usually. At first he had hated it, wondering why they wouldn't just leave him alone, but after a couple days, he realized that it was because they loved him. They cared about him and knew that he needed them, and their support and company to make it through this without completely falling to pieces.

He took a deep breath as they reached the door. Now was a time that he was thanking the Maker for them, his pulled his emotions together mostly, setting his mask in place and strode forward, still wrapped in the arms of his two friends. Ignoring the stares and whispers, the trio made their way to the Gryffindor table. As they sat, Hermione and Ron staying on either side of him, Ginny reached out from her seat across the table and squeezed his hand reassuringly.

Harry focused completely on the food sitting in front of him, trying to keep his mind off anything else that could threaten to break the façade that he was all right. He knew that, no matter how good an actor he was (and he thought he was pretty good; after all, the Wizarding World believed him to be their savior, and the Dursleys hadn't realized that he wasn't actually afraid of them yet), if he let his concentration slip, it would be too much.

The arrival of the mail caused him to focus on something besides his issues for a quick moment. He fed Hedwig a piece of bacon as she landed in front of him. Stroking her head absentmindedly (and believing she had just come to see him, as she was wont to do), he didn't even think to see if she had mail for him until she pecked his hand. Hedwig gave Harry an annoyed glare as he took the note rom her leg. "Sorry, girl," he apologized, hoping she wouldn't be too unhappy with him. She nibbled his fingers lightly, forgiving him, but still cuffed his head gently with her wing as she flew off. Turning his attention to the note, he opened it to reveal Dumbledore's distinctive script.

Harry,

I know you are probably still quite upset with me, and you have every right to be, but there is something very important I need to discuss with you.

If you'd come meet me at 8 this evening in my office, I'd much appreciate it.

Albus Dumbledore

P.S. Don't forget - I'm quite fond of Blood Pops.

He shut his eyes as he finished the note. He hadn't forgotten the meeting he and Dumbledore had shortly after returning from the Ministry. His brain had already been shut down once the adrenaline left his system from chasing Bellatrix. He had lost his godf… used an Unforgivable and then been possessed for a short time by Voldemort all in the span of an hour. Then Dumbledore plows through and drops the Prophecy in his lap.

Harry knew he had allowed his anger to get the better of him, the aftershock of everything hit him at the exact same time and it was simply too much. He was frustrated with Dumbledore, and hurt that such big things had been kept from him, but a small part of him knew that Dumbledore meant well. His emotions once more reigned in, he looked up to the head table and nodded after catching Dumbledore's eye.

Turing back to his food, he tried to not think about what might be the reason behind the meeting that was to come later that evening.

The day passed like most others before it, classes were finished, exams had been taken, and it was the day before they returned home. Harry forced his mind away from thinking about his return to the Dursleys, not looking forward to that in the slightest. Presently, Harry found himself wandering towards Dumbledore's office. He may not really want to have another meeting with the headmaster right now, but Hermione had said that he wouldn't be able to avoid Dumbledore for the rest of his life. The sooner you face your problem, the sooner you can overcome it.

He reached the gargoyle that stands guard outside the stairwell a few minutes before 8, not wanting to be late for a meeting with Dumbledore. "Blood Pops," He said, feeling foolish saying the password. He rode up the stairs to the massive door and paused with his hand raised to knock. His emotions were all over the place, his body and mind were fighting over whether to turn and run back to the dorm and bury himself under his covers or storm into the office angrily. He took a couple deep breaths, forcing himself back into the emotional mask and making himself chose the third and middle option between the two. He knocked softly and opened the door when Dumbledore's, "Come in, Harry," beckoned him.

He edged into the room slowly, noticing the box full of the silver trinkets he had smashed during his last visit. He looked back at Dumbledore and was met with a sad look. "Please, sit down." Harry moved to the chair across from Dumbledore. "First off, let me apologize again for hurting you with my choices, and let me offer my deepest condolences for you loss." Dumbledore said softly, a few tears slipping down his face. Harry, seeing the tears, lost control over his own mask and the tears began to flow freely though he stayed silent. "He was a great man, though you don't need me to tell you that, and the world will be a bit darker place with him gone, quieter too, if I may say so, but because he isn't here to cause laughter around him." Dumbledore gave a slight smile, to which Harry couldn't resist letting a very weak smile form on his own lips. It hurt to hear, but it was true, maybe he could help fill the gap some, in honor of the man who had become much like a father figure in his life.

They sat for a moment, Dumbledore sniffled once before clearing his throat lightly, "Second, there has been an attack." Harry leaped from his chair.

"What? Where? Was it the Weasley's or- REMUS! Is he- are they okay?" He shouted, fear entering his eyes and mind as he worried about whom else could be taken from him so soon after.

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at Harry, but inwardly he wondered how far Harry must have drifted from his family that the Weasley's and Remus were his first concerns. Actually, the Dursleys weren't mentioned at all, he noticed. "Calm down, Harry," he said, politely ignoring the glare Harry sent him, "Both the Weasley's and Remus are safe. The attack was on the Dursley's."

Harry's glare dropped as he blinked, not having been expecting that. Though he didn't like them any more than the disliked him, they were still…slightly family. "Are-are they all right? What about the wards? Shouldn't they have stopped the attack?" He asked, moving to sit back down.

"If the attack had been at your home, then, yes, the wards would have stopped it. However, the attack was at a Muggle shopping center, and your relatives were merely victims of circumstance. They were uninjured, but are refusing to let you stay with them this summer."

"I'm sorry to hear that they are hurt, but not so much that I don't have to stay with them again." His mind raced; he had begged Dumbledore to let him stay somewhere else during the summers. Maybe now he could stay with the Weasleys all summer long, Hermione usually would come over and visit them so the three of them would still be around.

Dumbledore pressed his finger tips together in front of him as he leaned back in his chair. "Well, due to the need to keep the blood wards renewed, I was forced to track down some more... distant Muggle relatives on your mother's side. The only problem is, they don't know about magic, and as I would like to believe that you have enough control that they won't need to be told," he paused here, both preparing to drop a bombshell on Harry, and to give him a small, knowing look, "So they are planning to enroll you in a Muggle high school with their children. Are you going to be able to pretend you know what they're talking about to finish the school year there?"

Harry shrugged. "There shouldn't be too much of a problem, Professor. I've been using Dudley's school books during the summers to keep up with my Muggle schooling. I should be all right. But sir, what about school here? I'll only stay there for the summer right?" Harry asked with confusion. He still had two more years before he graduated from Hogwarts, he also wasn't sure that he would be able to make it without Ron and Hermione by his side, they had been through everything with him.

Dumbledore smiled slightly at him, "I'm sure Miss Granger would be proud to hear that. We are working on getting a few things put together so that you can attend over there as well as continue your classes here. We will work it out more as summer proceeds, if it falls through, then you will return here. I know it will be difficult to pack up and leave here, but…well as you have seen the past five years here; the school isn't even that safe for you. I doubt that scar on the back of your hand was done for fun. I will be talking about that in the Wizengamot by the way, she will be held responsible." Dumbledore states softly though a fire burns in his eyes.

"If everything works like we want it to, we will spread rumors that you have gone underground and you're being tutored privately, part of Sirius' will or some such reasoning. Think about it, talk with your friends, and we can talk more later. You will be leaving with Alastor Moody from Platform 9 3/4 when you arrive tomorrow and your plane will leave shortly after that. Thankfully, everything was able to come together in such short time. Magical if I may say so." He said with his signature twinkling eyes. "Any questions?" He asks.

Harry shakes his head. "Very well, you will be spending the summer with the Evans family in Albuquerque, New Mexico." Dumbledore states with a kindly smile though sadness is still screaming out through his eyes as his gaze hovers on Harry.

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Simply could not resist continuing this story. Hasn't been touched since sometime in '09 I think and it was too good of an idea to pass up. If JellyFish72 returns to writing, I will rewrite the first two chapters of mine since they are technically hers and continue on with the rest. Until that point in time, if any of you have read hers, I hope this satisfies your desire to read more.

Harry is going to be a year older than he should be coming out of fifth year. I want him in the same grade as the others so simply put, Harry is 16, turning 17 and going into his Junior year with Troy, Gabriella, Sharpay and Ryan. Couldn't decide if doing that was better than pushing everyone else back a year, but I think this will work out the best. Think of it as kids starting at Hogwarts at 12 rather than at 11 if you must. Harry still has his sixth and seventh years ahead of him technically.

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