A/N: I needed to reload this chapter because of some fatal errors. R/R
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own nothing. It all belongs to the-oh-so so talented J.K. Rowlings. So stop rubbing it in.
Prologue
"You want me to do what?" shouted Harry, jumping out of the chair in disbelief. If he had heard correctly, Dumbledore had just told him that he was going to fake his death. "Are you mad?"
"Probably, but it's all we have left. This is your last year at Hogwarts and Voldemort is still out there. Harry, just hear me out."
"Alright, what do you want me to do." he said once again taking his seat. Dumbledore was clearly shocked that Harry had relented so easily.
" One weeks from Thursday, you promised Hagrid that you would pay his younger brother, Grawp a visit, correct?
"Yeah. So?"
"That day when you go into the forest for your visit, I need you to make an attempt to irritate Grawp as much as possible. Hagrid says he gets annoyed easily these day and he is sure to attack"
"Whoa mate, you said nothing about actually getting harmed."
"It must look believable. But after the attack, Return to the school grounds. Do no go toward the blue light"
"I thought the light was white."
"No, It's blue. I don't know where people get the weird idea that it's white. No Matter, by then your soul should be weary from the pain and the walk. Leave your body and come to my office." To anyone else this may have sounded strange but the previous year, Harry had learned to ghost through and possess bodies without harming the host. "I will have a host waiting for you when you arrive."
"Who exactly will the host be?" he said alarmed that another person would have to die.
"It's an unidentifiable body. You would be posing as a new student. In Gryffindor of course."
"What will become of my real body?"
"I'll take it and say that your parents wished for you to be cremated."
"And how exactly might I ask, Is this going to help us catch Uncle Voldie." he said with a smirk.
"Well Mr. Potter, this will draw him out for an attack. Even if you were dead he would still go after your friends because they have a strong tie to your heart."
"Does anyone else know of this except us?"
"No and I prefer to leave it that way."
"Alright, Albus. If you think this will work, I'll do it." He was still very much unsure about this plan but he had faith in Dumbledore. He rose out of his chair, preparing himself to leave. As he was exiting with his hand on the nob, Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"By the way Mr. Potter, when I said I prefer if no one knew, I meant Ms. Granger also.