Sam and Carly watched as Neville jumped up yelling "Shit" before running out of the room. More curious than anything they chased after Neville, he ran non-stop until he reached the conference room where the Heads of all the different departments were in an intense conversation.

"Sir," Neville panted, obviously out of breath. "I need to see the note that you received."

"Mr. Dursley, what do you think you could decipher from this note. Obviously it was meant to only be understood by one man, and nobody has seen him for almost two years." Head Auror
Perse

"Please sir, just let me try." Neville was handed the note before he summoned a pen. Everyone waited in baited silence before Neville turned on the projection machine and displayed the original note for everyone to see.

The note was written in an unmistakably woman's hand writing. At first glance it seemed as if it was meaningless group of random sentences.

Weasels don't all lie.
Are you ready for a change?
Come and go if you please, all are welcome here.
Friends make the journey worthwhile.
Join the resistance.

Only the last line seemed to pertain to the war.

"Now, this is a fairly simple code, but nobody would look for simplicity when it comes to a note from these people." With a flick of his wand Neville changed the text.

(Weasleys) don't all lie.
(Are) you ready for a change?
(Coming) and go if you please, (All) are welcome here.
(Friends) make the journey worthwhile
(Are Joining the resistance)

Then with another flick of his wand all the blocked off words were taken out to create one sentence.

The Weasleys are coming and all our friends are joining the resistance.

"Dursley, how the hell did you figure that out?" The President of the Magical Society was the first to speak.

"President Martel, I mean no disrespect, but this was never really your message to read, it was never meant for your eyes. You all admitted that this was meant for Harry Potter and that he would be the only one to understand this message. But I can tell you that anyone who had been in the war over there would know exactly what this read. So excuse me, I need to prepare for the arrival of not only the most decorated hero's in probably history, but the most genuine people you will ever meet who sacrificed everything for those they love and have been to hell and back because of it." Neville proceeded to storm out of the room.

"Sam," he heard Carly whisper from beside him. "It's him isn't it?"

But Sam didn't wait to see if Carly had come to the same conclusion as he did. Instead he sprinted out of the room to find Neville, or should he say Harry Potter.
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"Neville," Sam shouted down the hall at the retreating back Neville Dursley, although it was becoming more and more obvious that he was not who he said he was. "Neville . . . wait. Harry Pot-" However, Sam never got the chance to finish as the man in question turned around with a look that would make even the bravest of men recoil.

"I have spent the better part of three years making sure that everyone still believe I was missing or even better, dead. Now, I know I pretty much just introduced myself to the world but those people are such idiots that even if I changed my appearances back to what they used to be, they would still not know who I am. I am only recognized by my scar." Harry grabbed his hair in frustration and seemed visibly calmer when he next spoke. "I should have chosen a stupider man as my partner, but goddammit, I saw the hopelessness in your eyes when your parents died, and I have seen it too many times not to step up to help you."

"Why did you let everyone think you were dead, when you disappeared you took a lot of hope with you." Sam found he was angry at the man he had always considered his hero. Unlike most people, Sam recognized that the 'Great Harry Potter' didn't fight because he want gold and glory. No he saw a man that had been born into a war that would continuously take away anything he grew to care about but refuse to give up because everyone else needed him.

"Look, you have no idea what you're talking about, people can't count on one man for everything they needed to decide where they stood, and the only people I would want to fight with are the ones who didn't give up because their 'leader' went missing. You don't know anything about the war over there. We all have it easy over here." Harry had picked up more anger throughout his tyrant and had to stop to regain his composure.

"Then explain it to me." Sam demanded.

"You wouldn't understand Sam."

"Try me, otherwise you can simply explain to everyone in that room." He turned to point to the room from which they had exited moments before.

"I couldn't let you do that." Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the younger man.

"Don't think I won't fight back Mr. Potter." Sam too had his wand out pointing it at Harry's heart.

"Come to my place at 9 after you put the kids to sleep, I'll tell you everything." With that Harry turned on his heels and was almost out the door before he turned around again for a split second. "And if you ever call me that again, I will hex you." He continued his walk mumbling something about 'not being in school anymore.'

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Ok, so the next chapter will explain pretty much why this story exists instead of what J.K. Rowling wrote, how many people are actually reading this? For some reason I feel as if I'm just typing to myself. I mean I have other stories that there aren't many reviews (or any) but this is the only story that I feel as if nobody reads.
Please tell me someone is reading this,
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