Quite a short chapter this time kiddies….

If you read this chapter can you please review? I want to know how many people are actually reading this, not just skim-reading :P


"Don't be long ok?" Draco said yet again as Harry put on his best jeans and top. The former Gryffindor just rolled his eyes, smiling.

"If you're so worried, come with me."

"I've got nothing to go back for." Draco muttered.

"Well there you go then. Don't worry so much." Harry gave Draco a fleeting kiss before grinning, ruffling his feathers and taking off straight out of the bedroom window. Draco sighed, watching as Harry zigzagged up and through Cielo's protective shield, and disappeared from view. The veela Halfling didn't have a good feeling about this.

Harry grinned as he tasted the sea air. He was half way across the channel, making the flight in record time. After so much training and so many work outs, Harry could easily make it across the country in under a day. But right now, he only had one place on his mind – his old home.


Dumbledore sat back in his worn chair. The years may have been kind to him, but the past few months hadn't been so generous. After constantly worrying over Harry's welfare, the headmaster of Hogwarts was definitely starting to look his age.

"Are you sure there is no other way?" he asked. A shadowy figure nodded, his face concealed by the shadows in the corner of the room.

"Yes Albus, Potter has to stay here. His life was planned out for him when he was young. He was always supposed to be where we could keep an eye on him. Before all of this Cielo malarkey. He has to come back." Albus sighed.

"I don't think he will stay…and I hate to make him miserable after all he has been put through already."

"Use that wonderful influence you have over him. Because if he doesn't cooperate on his own, I can assure you we'll make him."


Harry's heart soared as he saw the many turrets of Hogwarts. Memories of his years spent there flashed by in his mind, and he started grinning his head off. Not all of the memories were good ones, but after so long away, he was glad to remember again. Being in Cielo was paradise, but Hogwarts had been his first real home, and he was glad to be back again. He flew right up to the Gryffindor Tower and in through the Common room window.

A collective gasp rose up from the room as all eyes turned to Harry. There were a few first and second years, but mostly 7th years getting ready to leave. Harry squirmed under the gaze. He'd forgotten how many stares he attracted outside of Cielo.

"Harry!" Harry smiled as Seamus Finnigan ran up to him. "I missed you, mate! How have you been? Wow you look fit…" Harry laughed nervously.

"Nice to see you too Seamus. Where are…Woah!" Harry only just caught himself from falling as he was bombarded from behind. He looked around to see Hermione hugging him tightly from behind, tears streaming down her face – which was half buried in Harry's wings.

"Oh Harry it's so good to see you again after so much time I've missed you so much, and Ron too… he's missed you I mean…"

"You're rambling Herm." Ron said, coming into view grinning. "Hey Harry. No problems getting over here?"

"Nope." Harry said, shrugging. "I can fly across the country in under a day so…" Ron tutted.

"Show off." Harry laughed. "How's ferret boy?"

"Draco's doing fine."

"How come he didn't come with you?"

"Well it's not like he has any friends." Ron laughed.

"Unpopular ferret-bird thing." Harry rolled his eyes. "Well…we have to go take our stuff down to the main hall. You can come with us, or stay up here."

"I think I'll stay up here for a while. See everything again. Then I'll meet you down there." Ron nodded, picking up a worn trunk.

"Ok. Don't take too long. We'll be in the Rusty Bucket. It's a pub in hogsmead that's away from the main street. Just go down the alleyway next to the Hog's Head and you'll see it a few streets down." Harry nodded, laughing as Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron struggling with his trunk.

"He'll never learn…" she said, muttering a spell to make her own trunk hover behind her.

Harry wandered into his old dorm room, smiling. His bed was still there, exactly the way he'd left it. Old memories were cascading into his mind as he looked over every inch of the room. The many Christmases, the secret talks, the first time Draco had snuck into his room…

"Harry, I wondered if I could have a word with you." Harry turned to see Professor Dumbledore stood at the door. He looked troubled. Harry frowned, but nodded.

"Sure sir."


Harry followed Dumbledore back to his study. The walk there was in silence, and Harry was feeling more nervous by the second. Once they were inside the headmaster's office, he was motioned to sit, which he did. When the silence continued, Harry shifted nervously.

"Sir, if this is about me missing so much school then really you don't have to worry. I'll be living in Cielo my whole life and I don't need qualifications." He blurted out.

"Harry…"

"And I won't get bored there or anything."

"Harry…"

"I'm like a homing pigeon really…"

"Harry!" Harry blinked.

"Oh…sorry. What?" Dumbledore sighed.

"There are some things I have to tell you."


Apologies for the shortness. Again, review if you read this XD