A/N: ok right so here's the next chapter, again sorry for any spelling mistakes for instance Lily it's the way the computer writes it and so I really cant be asked to right now to do anything about this stupid machine (it insists it's right and I'm wrong) so anyways enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is not mine…well duh

Chapter Nine: Why? Where? How?

Emerald eyes shone brightly as they watched through clear glass Lily and James Potter grieve. Hermione wandered in now and again but mostly left the couple to themselves not wanting to intrude. The wolf blinked. Emerald eyes turned to hazel, it's snout became longer and its body became smaller. Wings began to appear out of the wolfs back and its legs disappeared behind feathers that were sprouting from the wolfs coat. A black phoenix arose into the sky and flew over to the window tapping it lightly. Lily stopped suddenly and turned around, her teas faded when she saw the phoenix and she hurriedly went to open the window to let it in.

"I thought you'd never come, how did it happen Hannah, how?"

The phoenix changed yet again into that of a tall slender looking woman. She had beady hazel eyes with a tint of emerald, long blonde hair that reached up to her waist and she was dressed entirely in black.

"Lily he's not dead, I know where he is and I can take you to him but you have to keep this a secret, no one here can know that he is alive let alone his whereabouts. You never know where there could be spies lurking in the darkest corners. So are you coming or are you just going to stand their gawking like a child James." Hannah spoke suddenly turning to the young man who looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"H…ho…Hannah I thought you were dead?" James finally managed to speak out to the newcomer.

"Appearances can be deceiving James, I thought you knew that after all your supposed to be dead as well are you not? Now lets get a move on before Hermione gets back."

And with that she changed back into her phoenix form and waited for the Potters to take hold of her tail before she took off through the open window.

Downstairs the order was in deep discussion over the Potters and what they should do.

"How can be sure its really them, who's to say they aren't some sick death eaters trying to find out our secrets. I say we shouldn't trust them." Ron spoke loudly towards the other order members.

"It's them, I know it is. I wish I could help them but I just don't know how to approach them. Its all such a mystery to me. So much has happened already, its like they have been gone for centuries but have been here all along. What do you think Minerva?" Remus asked the quiet old lady who was silently contemplating everyone's opinions whilst sitting behind her desk.

"We don't let them into the order and they will grow suspicious and then they will turn against us. We let them into the order and they may try to take over or possibly feel too emotionally charged. Either way someone will lose, either way someone will get hurt. I wish Dumbledore was here, I just cant think anymore. My heads just so full with thoughts it doesn't make sense. Why are they back and not Harry, why are they back at all? I'm not saying that I'm not glad to see them back, I just want to know why."

"Don't we all, don't we all."

The meeting dispersed quickly, all members deep in thought.

Harry walked along the deserted corridors with doors either side of him. They have always been deserted for as long as he could remember. He remembered his old life of course, he remembered a blinding flash of green light, he remembered the Dursely's, his friends, Dumbledore, Sirius, he remembered everything. The only thing he couldn't remember was how to get out, he knew he had been told once before by a greying old man but he had no idea who it was. It looked like Dumbledore but was distinctly different in some way, slightly madder than Dumbledore but in a way saner as well. He wished he could remember his name. He was sure that it was key towards his escape he just couldn't remember.

Harry sometimes heard voices in the maze, it seemed that they were talking to him but to someone else at the same time. He tried to follow the voices but they disappeared as soon as he managed to get close to one. One voice was a woman's, she regularly came into the maze usually to the left of him. He remembered blasting the green hedge once in a desperate attempt to reach her once, but the hedge closed up the moment he had put his foot through the hole. His ankles had got badly scratched when he tried to pull his foot out, and they had swollen up quite quickly as well.

He wasn't sure how long he had been in this maze. A couple of weeks perhaps, a month or so. He never went hungry though, there was always a small picnic lying about in random places, he assumed that they had been left by the lady but he could never be sure. The food wasn't poisoned at least, not like the other food he had to put up with during his stay in captivity. The Dark Lord had taken extreme pleasure in showing Harry the newspaper articles that announced Harry's death, before submitting him to crucio again. The Dark Lord liked tormenting Harry. Cursing Harry, hitting Harry, raping Harry; what ever suited him at the time. But his worst memory had to be when the Dark Lord had killed Dumbledore in front of him, and then banishing Dumbledore away to be found by a member of the order. He was raped and kicked, but his skin was also cut off, bit by bit till all that was left was a small bit of skin where his scar was the rest was all muscle. He was then fed a potion that re-grew his skin in a very painful way. Once he had skin again the Dark Lord ingrained the dark mark into him, it was the same as a normal dark mark but instead of pain just on the arm he felt it everywhere. Harry glanced down at his fingers, he remembered a faceless death eater tearing his nails off his fingers and toes. That was his last thought before he slipped into darkness. When he had woken he was here in this maze, only problem was he didn't know where here was.

He heard voices suddenly towards his right, it was that lady again but there were two other people as well. Their voices were familiar but he couldn't place them. Then it hit him. Literally. A stag came hurtling out of nowhere and jumped on him before disappearing into thin air. "Mum?…Dad?"