A/N - I already made a story almost identical to this one, but this is a sort of second version. I corrected some things that were complained about by reviewers and hopefully this one's a little better... It's along the same lines, but it's still different.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any related ... stuff.

Chapter One – A New Home

Harry Potter was sleeping in his bedroom of Number Four Privet Drive, dreaming of a perfect life. He dreamt of family, friends, normality, happiness… When he woke abruptly. An owl had disturbed his dreams, tapping at the window impatiently. Completely irritated, he let Hedwig in and took the letter addressed to him. He put on his glasses and read:

Dear Harry,

How is your summer going? I hope it is going well.

Voldemort, being at large, is no doubt planning something. I have a plan that I hope you will agree to. It is very important – the fate of the world as we know it can depend on your decision. You will not go back to Hogwarts. I wish for you to train in a protected location, getting ready for a final encounter with Voldemort. This must be kept secret – you cannot be found out. Do not contact anyone until we meet. We will then decide whom we should tell and whom we should not. I will pick you up as soon as possible, should you accept.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry thought about it. Hogwarts had, since he was eleven, been his home. But if Voldemort won the war, there may not be a Hogwarts at all. He also knew he couldn't say no to Dumbledore. He had a responsibility, however much he disliked it, and he had to confront Voldemort at least once more.

He sighed, grabbed a piece of parchment from his desk and a quill and scribbled:

Of course I will. I'll be ready to go later today if you want to come already.

Harry

He sent Hedwig back out after she ate a mouse she hunted and drank some water. He didn't bother going back to sleep – he was wide-awake, even though it was 6:03 am, according to his alarm clock. After a quick bathroom break and a drink of water – tap water, of course – he started gathering his magical possessions.

His books were anywhere and everywhere, his robes in a messy heap on the ground where he hadn't folded them and his birthday cards and cakes were under the loose floorboard beneath his bed. He gathered it all up, finally folding his robes to make them fit, and closed his trunk. It was seven when he finished.

He sighed; he wouldn't be spending his sixth year of school at Hogwarts. He wouldn't see Ron or Hermione for a while. He sat on his bed; thinking about how the only people he would see were Dumbledore and whoever else may train him for a while. He then thought: 'everybody at school will notice I'm gone, why couldn't it have been through the summer?'

He didn't know if Dumbledore would come that day, so he didn't get his hopes up. He thought of Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, even Luna… All his friends. He knew it would raise questions if he just didn't go to school. Dumbledore was smart, though, so Harry knew he would find a solution. But that still didn't prevent him from asking questions.

"I'm leaving early this year," he announced at breakfast.

"Good." Uncle Vernon said simply.

"Dumbledore is picking me up as soon as he can."

"The sooner the better."

Harry knew the conversation, if you could call it that, wasn't going anywhere. He finished his stale toast and went back into his bedroom. He jumped when he found Dumbledore standing in his bedroom; Hedwig perched on his shoulder.

"Ready to go, Harry?" He said as if nothing had happened. Appearing in the middle of someone's bedroom was, of course, normal.

"You scared me, sir," Harry admitted, slowing his breathing. He picked up his trunk. "Yes, I'm ready."

"All right, take my arm. We're apparating to your new living quarters, where you will train, and you can get settled."

"Sir, I've been wondering… Why can't I tell anyone? I mean, someone'll notice if I don't show up at school!"

"We're going to dinner at a friend's house later – we'll take care of it then. You will see." The old wizard added. "Now, grab on."

Harry took hold of Dumbledore's forearm and all of a sudden felt very odd. He closed his eyes and felt as if he was being squeezed through a small, airtight, rubber tube. It was, at the very least, uncomfortable.

As quick as they started, they stopped. Harry opened his eyes. "Wow," he breathed.

They had landed on a small tropical island. There were palm trees full of coconuts scattered around the white sand of the entire island. It was so small you could see every place sand and water met. On the far side, there was a nice little log cabin. Harry thought the island looked like a rich person's property – it looked like the front yard was huge. But seeing as there wasn't a backyard, it was inevitable.

"The cabin is, obviously, where you will sleep and eat. You will have to bathe in the ocean." Harry looked at him in horror. "It's the best we could find unless you wanted to cook on a fire and sleep outside." He chuckled. "Let's explore the little cabin, shall we?"

"Who is going to train me?" Harry asked.

"Miss Ollivander." Dumbledore said, matter-of-factly.

"He has a daughter?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Yes, and she's very talented. She's only seventeen, but she is definitely one of the best one's I could find for the job."

"She's only a year older than me?"

"A little more than a year – she will be eighteen in November. But that is not important! I have to show you around."

Harry walked right into the small living room. There was a comfy little brown couch, a black metal fireplace and a bookcase full of books. He looked through an archway into the kitchen. There was an old oven – one that works on firewood – a table that could fit four, a sink and a small rusty fridge, undoubtedly chilled by magic, hence the lack of plugs.

"The fridge has an unlimited supply of food in it. The pots and pans are in the cupboards." He pointed to the cupboards underneath the sink.

"So I have to cook?"

"Well, you can both cook – it's up to you two."

Harry nodded and headed into a bedroom. "I don't think this is mine…" there was makeup on the dresser, along with several hair accessories. There were pictures and posters of different people – celebrities, what Harry suspected was Miss Ollivander and her friends. He exited that room and went into the other bedroom.

Everything was made of wood. There wasn't much there, though. There was the wood framed bed, the wooden dresser and a wooden desk, complete with wooden chair. There was a mattress, several soft blankets and a chair cushion – the only things that weren't made of wood.

"Where's the bathroom?" Harry asked Dumbledore, who had just entered the room.

"It's on the other side of the other bedroom."

Harry went into the tiny bathroom. There was a toilet and a sink.

"Dumbledore?" a female voice called from the door. Harry finished up and went to meet Ms. Ollivander. She was greeting Dumbledore when Harry walked in.

She didn't look anything like the Ollivander Harry met when he was eleven. She had brown hair with blond highlights and nice blue eyes. She was a little bit shorter than Harry. She was wearing deep purple robes. He thought she was very pretty.

"Hello, Harry. I'm Jessica, nice to meet you." She offered her hand.

"Likewise," Harry managed, shaking her hand.

"I'm going to let you two get acquainted. I need to do a couple things before dinner." Dumbledore left.

"It's a nice little island, isn't it? I love it!" Jessica said.

"It is… I just wish there was a shower," Harry said truthfully. She laughed.

"We'll be spending all our time here, so we might as well like it, right?" she said.

"What will you be teaching me?"

"All sorts of things… rare spells and things… Agility… all that stuff."

"Oh, okay."

"What did Dumbledore mean by 'before dinner'?"

"We're going to his friend's place to eat supper and to take care of me not being at school or something," he answered.

"I'll just put my stuff away – why don't you check out those books?"

She went into her room. Harry smacked himself in the head. Why couldn't he think of anything more interesting to say? He sighed and looked through the books. He found a book on Quidditch (his favorite reading subject) and sat on the couch.

"Do you play Quidditch?" Jessica asked, coming out of her room.

"What? Oh, yea, I do – I have a firebolt in my trunk," he said, startled by her sudden appearance.

"A firebolt? Wow! I have a Nimbus Two Thousand, but a firebolt is so much better! How on Earth did you get one of those?"

"My godfather bought it for me," he said, a lump coming into his throat. He still hadn't gotten over Sirius dying the year before.

"Oh… I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bring it up…" she said sincerely.

"So, Jessica, what position do you play?" Harry said, eager to change the subject.

"Call me Jessie. I'm a Chaser. You?"

"I'm a seeker… Jessie." He added. She smiled at him.

"Do you want to play Quidditch? We could play with coconuts or something…" she suggested.

"Sure!"

They threw coconuts around and caught them, raced and had fun trying to imitate national Quidditch players' special moves, having a lot of fun in the process. They only finished when Dumbledore returned. Harry had a quick bath behind a particularly thick bunch of palm trees and went to leave; however much he didn't want to. He was having so much fun! But then he realized disappointedly that this fun wouldn't last through his training.

"Bye Harry! See you later!" Jessie waved.

"Bye!"