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Harry was quite thrilled to be let out of the house for a while. Aunt Petunia was so angry, at him for something that he didn't do and told him to get out of her sight.

He took that opportunity to leave the house for a time. He will have to make up for it later but he didn't care about that, he was free from his family for a while. The problem was that he didn't know where to go from there.

When he reached two blocks away form the house he began to feel a little strange as if there was a pull on him to go back to the house. As he walked on he felt like he passed a barrier of sorts. He must have passed the barrier of the wards. The feeling of being very alone passed through him suddenly and wanted to go back but resisted that idea.

There were only two more weeks until his sixth year at Hogwarts would begin. So much as happened in the past year. Harry came very close to death on more than one occasion last year, even after following all the rules he was instructed to follow. Whether he intentionally broke or followed the rules set before him he seemed to get into trouble. It followed him, stalked him so he learned last year to accept that.

That feeling came back again but this time it told him to run back to the house. NOW! He looked around and nothing seemed to be out of place and his scar wasn't hurting. But not liking the feeling he was getting he slowly began to walk back down the street to the house. He couldn't. There was a force it seemed, like an invisible wall that prevented him from going back. Walking away from the house was easy enough but he could go back.

Now it hit him. Harry realized that he was in serious trouble. No wand or anything to protect himself he ran. He knew he was only a short distance from the central city. He could call and get a ride back. Or could he?

He stopped and tested it again. This time when he pushed back onto the barrier he was thrown backwards. He landed a good two meters away onto someone's lawn. He sat there for a second then darted off into town and into a shop as asked if he could use the phone. He was a little lost.

The owner an older woman looked at him with an odd look. "Where do you need to go?"
"Little Winning Surry."

"Then go strait down that street and turn left at Morris Lane. Is that all?"

"That's all thank-you."

Harry left there not knowing what to do. It was getting dark out now and he couldn't get back home and explainations as to why could not be given out. He sat down on a park bench and thought for a moment. Not happy with the shop owner and didn't press things otherwise it would only attract attention to himself. Things could get very bad if he didn't watch it. The sun had set he only had another half hour before things got very dark out. He looked up and saw someone dressed in dark clothes sit across form him on another park bench. The man didn't look at Harry at all, he pulled out a newspaper and began to read it. Why would someone read a newspaper in the dark?

One thought entered his mind. A Deatheater.

Instead of running away he aproached the man. Harry new well enough that without a wand he was very much outmatched so running would do him very little good. "Muggles don't read newspapers in the dark. How many of you are there?"

The man put the paper beside himself and pulled out his wand. He smiled at Harry and invited him to take a seat. "Please sit down." As Harry sat the man stood up. "That is a good boy. Now I have to tell you that it is quite a privilage to be the one to hand you over to Voldemort Harry. Don't worry he has no interest in killing you this time."

"Who are you? You might as well tell me your name since I saw your face."

"Oh my name hasn't changed Harry, just my face and voice."

Harry was confused but couldn't figure it out. "Give up Potter?" The tone was now familiar.

"Prof. Snape?"

With a flick of his wand he transformed back into the image of Snape. "Very good Potter. Now would you like to see what other tricks I can do?" He held the tip of his wand to Harry's scar. Muffled words Harry couldn't recognize were all that he heard before a purple light envoloped him.

He felt very light headed and very warm and fell into a very deep sleep.