"Albus," Remus and Sirius walked up to the headmaster. "Harry has decided that he wants to stay with the group in the forest and we are going to join him."

"Harry has to go to his aunt's house, you know this," Dumbledore frowned.

"No actually we don't," Sirius crossed his arms. "He will be more protected in the forest."

"But the blood wards."

"Won't matter once Voldemort dies, and Senna, Branislav, and Lorin have vowed to stay and protect Harry until he's dead."

"Where is Harry?"

"With Branislav, he is teaching Harry occlumency," Remus stated.

"And what about during full moons?"

"They have werewolves with them, I will be fine," he replied stiffly.

"We have to do what is best for Harry."

"We are headmaster. We think he will get a lot out of staying with them," Sirius crossed his arms.

"I'm afraid I have to disagree."

"They are right headmaster," Snape walked up. "Senna is a top duelist if anyone is able to prepare him it's her."

"How do you know?" Sirius asked.

"She apprenticed with me for six months."

"You took an apprentice Severus?" Albus looked at him in surprise.

"Yes three months in the summer for two summers. A little bit of potions and a lot of dueling. She is very good and she is patient, she will be a good teacher for Potter," he hesitated for a second. "Tell her if she wishes to speak to me, I'll be here for the next two days after that I'll be at my home." He looked away and walked off.

"Harry is staying Albus," Sirius looked at him. "And if you try to make him go to that house you'll only drive him away."

"How did it go?" Lorin asked as Sirius and Remus walked back into camp.

"He's not happy," Sirius shrugged. "But Snape agreed that Harry should stay here."

"Snape," Senna walked up. "What did he say?"

"That you would be a good teacher and if you wished to speak to him he'd be at the castle for two days, then he was going home. He mentioned you apprenticed with him," Remus looked at her.

Senna bit her lip, "I don't think I will. There is nothing left to say," she walked off.

"What happened?" Sirius asked.

"I'd drop it if I was you," Lorin watched her walk off. "Let's see how Harry is doing shall we?"

They walked over to Branislav's tent, "I am moving in Branislav's tent, you three can have mine."

"Are you sure?" Remus asked.

"No but I'm hoping he can keep it in his pants at least a little," he shrugged.

Harry looked up as they walked in, "Hey."

"Branislav will you go talk to Senna?" Lorin asked.

Branislav stood up, "Of course." He walked out of the tent.

"We aren't going to find out about it are we?" Sirius asked.

"No," Lorin walked up to a bookcase and picked up a slim book. "Harry I'd like you to read this."

Harry took the book, "Finding Peace Inside You," he read. "What is this?"

"While learning to block Voldemort out will be a good start, there are still warring emotions inside of you that we need to settle. I would like you to read that, then come talk to me. I know of anger and I know of vengeance and I know that neither will help you."

Harry nodded, "Thank you Lorin."

"No thank you little one, for not wanting to make the same mistakes the rest of us have," Lorin smiled a strange smile and left.

"Harry you need to clear your mind," Branislav frowned. "You need to focus."

"I can't," Harry opened his eyes and stood up. "It's difficult OK?"

"I know Harry, sit," Branislav made Harry sit on the floor again and sat in front of him. "Just focus on your breathing in and out, in and out, in and out." Harry started to fidget. "No Harry," he took Harry arms to still them. "Create a peaceful place in your mind, a place where you are happy, a place where no one can get you. Describe it to me."

"It's a little cabin, nothing special just a little wood cabin by a river with trees all around."

"Do you feel safer inside or outside?"

"Inside."

"Tell me about it."

"It has a little kitchen with pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, a sink full of dishes doing themselves, soup simmering on the stove filling the house with the smell. There is a table, large enough to sit six, it's wood and worn, it's clear it's well loved."

"Good Harry good, what's next?" Branislav whispered.

"The living room has a fireplace, the fire crackling and hot. There is a couch and two chairs, there is a quilt on the back of the couch. It's blue and green, the whole room is blue and green and wood. There is a bookcase full of books and a chessboard with a half finished game. There is a blue rug in front of the fireplace."

"Is there any other rooms?"

"Yes there is three doors."

"What is through the first one?"

"A nursery, there is a baby in there."

"A baby?"

"Yes, a little baby with black hair. She is the cutest little girl. There are toys everywhere, a small bookshelf with children's books on it."

"What's in the second room?" Branislav asked.

"A bathroom. All done in white marble."

"And the third door?"

"A bedroom with a huge bed with a blue and silver quilt on it, a dresser and a rocking chair."

"The only person there is the baby?" Branislav frowned.

"I guess so, that's not good is it?"

"It's just strange, come out of your place," he stood up and helped Harry up. "Before you go to bed, picture it in your head, it should help with your nightmares," Branislav left.