Harry slowly closed the door behind himself. "You wanted to see me, sir?" Dumbledore nodded.

"Please, sit," he said, motioning to the chair in front of Harry. Harry sat, quite uncomfortably in the large, leather chair. Dumbledore was staring at him oddly. Harry stared back, not sure what to think. Dumbledore turned to look out the open window in his office. "Harry, I don't know how to say this." Harry said nothing, fear rising in his chest.

"Say what, sir?" after a long silence.

"Harry," he said, shaking his head. "We have to-" The door to the office slammed open, and an extremely disheveled Malfoy raced in. Harry looked at him in surprise. There were bruises and cuts covering his face and arms.

Dumbledore looked up at him. "Can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco nodded, an odd calmness surrounding him as he collapsed in the other chair, beside Harry.

"He's here-" Draco faltered.

"Who, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Him-" Draco had a dazed look about him, as if he wasn't totally there. Dumbledore sighed and Harry turned his gaze from Draco to Dumbledore.

"My father," cried Draco, before losing consciousness. Harry started as a loud rapping filled the room. Dumbledore stood and swooped round his desk to open the door. Harry turned to watch.

"Ahh, Dumbledore," drawled the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy from behind the partially closed door.

"Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore nodded at him.

"I'm afraid I have some business to attend to, with you. Hardly enjoyable matters-" Dumbledore cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Lucius, but I'm rather busy at the moment."

"Why, Headmaster. Too busy to help your school?"

"I'm sure, Lucius, that whatever it is, it will not be of any aid to our school." Harry could see Malfoy trying to push the door open. "So sorry. We'll have to chat another time." Dumbledore shoved the door closed and locked it. Turning to Harry, he dusted his hands off and smiled a triumphant smile. "Now Harry, you must understand, this is for your own protection. The only problem now, is you must take Mr. Malfoy with you."

 Harry stared at the school master, wondering why and where he needed to take Lucius Malfoy. Apparently Dumbledore noticed his confusion and smiled benignly. "Draco Malfoy, Harry." Harry nodded, still confused. "Now Harry, I want to grab Draco and pull him up beside you." Again Harry nodded, then stood and pulled the comatose Draco to his feet. Dumbledore nodded. "Now close your eyes and count to five before opening them." Harry numbly did as he was told and shut his eyes tightly.  Dumbledore counted with him.

"One."

Harry fought the urge to open his eyes.

"Two."

He felt extremely vulnerable like this, as if Lucius Malfoy would come barging in.

"Three."

Harry heard some muttered words, seemingly far off.

"Four."

He could only hear his own voice now.

"Five."

There was another voice now. He opened his eyes.

"Hello!" said a cheery voice beside him. "You must be Harry."

Harry gazed stupidly at the person. Draco started to slip from his grasp. "Who're you?" he asked, pulling Draco back up.

"Dumbledore didn't tell you?" Harry shook his head. "Well I guess it's fair. He didn't tell us about this guy either," said the stranger, motioning to the limp form of Draco. "Is he…?" the stranger lifted his eyes to meet Harry's.

"No, he's alive. Just unconscious."

"What happened to him? Those cuts look pretty nasty." Harry shrugged. "Well then, I guess he'll just have to come as well." Harry suddenly noticed they were standing in a forest. There was snow on the ground and the steady drip of water as it melted.

"Come where?" The stranger stopped walking.

"To your new home."

"My… home?" The stranger sighed at Harry's bewildered look and walked back.

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you anything?" Harry shook his head again. "About anything?" the man asked desperately.

"No. He just called me to his office, then this git's-" he shook Draco "-father interrupted and Dumbledore sent us here." The stranger lifter his face to the heavens.

"Why me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Never mind. Come on. I'll explain on the way." Harry nodded and followed the man, dragging Draco with him.

"So you have no idea what's going on, eh?"

"No."

"Do you even know where you are?"

"Umm… In a forest, with a lot of trees and snow."

"So you know what snow is, eh?"

"Apparently."

"Well, bud. You're in Canada." Harry goggled.

"Canada?"

"That's right!" the stranger nodded jauntily.

"Why, exactly, am I in Canada?"

"For your own protection, of course."

"My protection?"

"Yes. Obviously. Voldemort can't have heard much about Canada otherwise he'd be over here attacking us too."

"So, you've heard of Voldemort?"

"Of course I've heard of Voldemort!"

"Oh, sorry. I just thought you mightn't have seeing as how you're over here in-" The stranger held up his hand.

"Don't say it."

"Say what?"

"What you were going to say."

"In C-"

"I just said don't say it!" snarled the man, rounding on Harry. "We've enough stereotypes from the Americans, thanks. We

don't need any from Britain as well."

"Sorry." Harry shut up.

"Anyways, Dumbledore sent you here to protect you from Voldemort. I'm to give you an incantation to disguise you, and the

'git', I suppose. You're also to receive new identities."

"What?"

"I know. Sounds odd, doesn't it?" Harry nodded. "Anyways, here we are!" Harry started at the decrepit cabin, not much larger than Hagrid's hut.

"Umm, where?"

"My house, you idiot. Come on." He opened the door and Harry followed him inside.