A/N: Hi guys…with the big sticks, and the torches…and…hey, put that machine gun down…you…you don't know what you're doing! Ahhhh! Run!

Disclaimer: One day…one day Pinky, I will take over the world…and on that day…all Harry Potter characters will bow down to me and do my bidding! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…oh, umm…hi guys in white suites…whatchya doin'? Oh…I don't think that'll look so good on me…did you know you can't move your arms in this outfit….guys, where are we going? Did you say padded walls…Hmm…the possibilities….

Saving Hope

I mean

Saving Faith

Saving Love

Saving…Face…

Oh yes,

Saving Grace

Chapter…hold on, (1, 2, 5, 8, 4,6, 3, 7, 9, 10) 10

Harry was trying his best to ignore the biting wind that was coming at him head on, and was also trying to ignore the discomfort caused by the cold and the absence of a cloak at high altitudes. If he squinted his eyes a little the wind didn't hurt his eyes so much, which weren't used to not being protected by his glasses. He had taken them off, afraid the wind would blow them away and he'd be left blind to face Voldemort. That did compromise his current vision though, and he was trying not to admit to himself that he really had no idea where he was, not that that mattered, because he had no idea where he was supposed to go in the first place. Other then the fact that he had figured it would be far away from Hogwarts.

Harry personally felt that he was getting better at the flying almost blind thing. Of course, he had pulled up higher after that last forest that he had run through. That had been after a castle, the tree with the low hanging branches, a boulder, and a flock of sheep. He had discovered some time between the castle and the boulder that he had no depth perception without his glasses, and that as much as sheep look like clouds when he didn't have his glasses on…they didn't feel like them.

Harry heard loud noises below him, and wondering if he was close to the destination-that-he-had-no-idea-where-it-was, Harry decided to bring his broom down somewhat so he could see. About thirty seconds later he discovered that the loud noise had been the honking of a car horn, and that cars were not softer than the sheep that he had thought were clouds. Harry prayed there hadn't been a Muggle in the car as he pulled up higher with his broom.

At the sound of squealing brakes, Draco and Severus both turned towards the direction they had heard it from, wondering what had happened. What they heard was quite a bit of profuse cussing, and the damming of a large bird that had appeared out of nowhere and had damaged the man's windshield. When the two wizards saw the windshield, it seemed rather unlikely that a bird of any size could have caused such damage, if fact, it looked rather like a teenage boy had ridden into it on a broomstick in Draco's opinion. Turning to his godfather, Draco saw the same unspoken question written all over the older man's face. If Harry had made Seeker in first year, and he could see a tiny little golden ball with wings…how could he have missed the car?

"Maybe…umm…I've got it," said Draco. "He's mad with grief and umm…needed something to take his anger out on?"

"So the threw himself through the windshield of a passing car. I knew Gryffindors were stupid…but…even I would not have thought that a Gryffindor was capable of that…except possibly Pettigrew…but that's doubtful, because he wasn't ever capable of much other than eating. Let's go and find Harry." And with that the two mounted their broomsticks and took off, their departure covered by the loud ruckus going on at damaged car.

Harry had never quite seen a pair of birds that large. Of course, if he squinted his eyes a little more, he could almost say that they appeared to be different from one another in coloring, but both seemed to be the size of a human. What also seemed strange, other than their size, they didn't appear to be flapping any wings, and they were headed right towards him. Before Harry had quite pondered that one out the birds had pulled up on either side of him.

"Ahh…that explains it. No glasses." Harry had never heard a bird talk before, let alone a bird talk with his uncle's voice.

"Birds don't talk," Harry muttered under his breath, deciding that the fear of what was happening to his family was getting to him and that was all.

"Actually, Harry, I know a hawk who talks."

And now the other bird had Draco's voice. This was not a good morning for Harry. Maybe his head had gotten beaten up when he crashed into that car.

"Harry, why don't you put on your glasses."

Now Harry wasn't going to take a bird's advice, even if the bird was talking in his uncle's voice, who he'd never disobey otherwise. "See, I don't talk to birds…so, umm…I don't really think that's the best idea. Has Voldemort rigged talking birds now? Is that it?"

"No Harry," said Draco. "If you'd put on your glasses you'd be able to see we aren't talking birds."

"I've heard of talking doors…Actually I've heard a talking door. But birds…"

"Harry, if you don't take any of our other advice I'd suggest you duck, because you are about to fly into a branch."

"Like I said, I don't listen to…" Harry landed hard on the ground. "Birds." Harry pulled out his glasses and adjusted them. "Oh, hi guys, when did you get here?"

"Harry, don't you ever do something that stupid again!"

"Yes sir."

"You could have been killed!"

"Yes sir."

"And flying without your glasses!"

"Yes sir."

"You could have been seriously injured, do you understand me!"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Harry, we are not in the military."

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Harry!"

"Sir, yes, Sir?"

Severus sighed and hung his head in defeat.

"Umm…if let's say that Voldemort wasn't lying and he thought that he had my family…I mean…not even the Dursleys would really deserve that…would they?"

"Harry, if Voldemort has them he could not hurt them one-tenth as much as they hurt you. And if he has them he will send you another warning, so I wouldn't worry about that right now."

"I have just one more question for the both of you."

Draco got up from his place at Snape's hearth and turned to face Harry. "What is it?"

Harry shifted slightly on the couch. "How…how did you know where I was?"

Draco grinned. "You could say that a little birdie told me."

"Draco, I thought we went over this, birds don't talk."

"Who says Harry, you?"

"Yes me."

"Maybe they don't talk to you because you smell."

"Oh, that really hurt me."

"Or maybe it's because you're a Gryffindor and therefore don't have the brain power to talk to them."

"Shut up."

"After you."

"Boys!"

"Sorry, Sir," they said in unison, grins on their faces.

"Draco," said Severus suddenly very serious. "What did the hawk say?"

"You mean the bird actually talked?"

"Yes Harry, now what did it say?"

"That Harry was flying in the exact opposite direction of Voldemort's lair and had no sense of direction."

"No Draco, about Cassie. What did the hawk say about Cassie?"

Draco sighed and sat down on the sofa next to Harry. "Who's Cassie?" asked Harry, confused and looking back and forth between them. "Draco what's wrong?"

Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out the careworn black and white photo. "This is Cassie, Harry. She's…she was my sister. Nine years ago…she…She refused to become a follower of the Dark Lord…She…she died for it. My parents never liked her, and didn't really care…But, she…she had promised she'd protect me…The hawk…the hawk said that Cassie was still alive…and safe. That she was safe….But, if she was safe…she had promised…and Cassie didn't ever break a promise." Draco almost jumped off the couch then and flew into his empty bedroom, slamming the door behind him and trying to muffle his sobs into the newly pressed pillow.

A minute later he heard soft footsteps and he felt the bed sink in as Harry sat on it. "I…I'm sorry I asked who she was…She must have loved you…a lot. I can't really understand…see, everyone who I lost that loved me…I didn't really know them that well…I mean…I was just a baby…and…I must sound really stupid."

Draco grinned slightly into his pillow. Without moving his head his response came out slightly muffled, but Harry understood it to be, "How is that any different then normally?" Either that or it was, "Cows zat fany sifferent ven sormally?"

The bed shook as Harry laughed, but then he shivered from the open window. "Here, I'll close the window." He stood and crossed the spotless floor to the window, but just as he went to close it he was attacked by a mass of brown feathers that caused him to trip backwards and land on the floor. "As if my butt wasn't bruised all ready. Ahh! It's that hawk!"

"Shh…" said Draco. "Hawk…tell me. Where can I find Cassie?"

"What's it say?" asked Harry impatiently.

"Harry, pack a bag without Sev noticing. Meet me back here at midnight. We're going to America."

A/N: I've got to stop for now…sorry guys. No, really, I am sorry. I just finished a 40 page report for my AP English class…ick…

Anywho, any flames will be used to burn said report.

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