Hello lovelies!

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I have been super busy with everything going on. Anyway, in regards to the poll on my profile: Hermione will NOT be under the influence of spells or potions (majority vote). Thanks to the ones who took it! Also, if you have the time, I would really appreciate it if you take the one on who you think that Charlie should be with. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I believe that is all of the notes I need to say before hand, sooooo... ON WITH THE STORY!

~FarieWithAWandAndTardis~

Very few people approached Harry at school after he stormed out on his siblings a week before; however, they were more than willing to stare and watch his every move. He was used to it; after all, Hogwarts wasn't any different. The only thing he wouldn't stand for was someone bullying Luna, or any other student for that matter. So when Harry came across a few girls picking at Luna's hair, clothes, and odd tendencies, he calmly intervened.

"Hello, Luns," Harry whispered as he slid up next to her, purposely blocking her from the view of the other girls. "Are you alright?"

Luna nodded and launched herself at him, the only person she would hug outside of the house besides Neville, and even that was rare. Harry was her rock, the one who would always make her feel better no matter what. "Thanks Harry," Luna mumbled into his shoulder, tensing when she heard the girls laugh at them. Harry turned and looked at those who were still there. Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory, and one other girl he hadn't had the chance to meet.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked, letting some of his magic to seep into the air around him.

"Oh, no," Jessica told him, ignorant of Harry's silent threat. The last girl had merely smiled at Luna weakly and walked away, figuring that since Harry was there, the girl would be safe from Jessica and Lauren's insults. "We are just waiting for you to leave so we can continue our conversation with Luna."

Harry rose an eyebrow at that, causing Lauren to unwittingly let out a sigh. "Luna, do you want to continue this conversation or do you want to get to class? I know for a fact that both of the girls are in my class, so they would be unable to continue."

"I want to get to class," Luna told him, her voice whispery and flowery. "Would you walk with me Harry? I want to talk to you about the other day."

Harry turned, clearly dismissing the other two and said, "Of course Luna-Lun."

Luna smiled brightly before hopping towards her class, Harry walking right next to her, a content smile on her face.

Jessica turned to look at Lauren and snapped her fingers in front of the girl's face, getting her attention back. "We need to go shopping."

Jasper couldn't sit still, unable to focus on what the teacher was saying despite having learned it long ago. Harry had come into the room and was currently running his hand through his hair, letting out an unwilling sigh every now and then. Jasper, unnoticed, inched himself closer to where Harry sat until he was as close as possible without touching him. Looking over at Harry, Jasper caught a glance of what was in his hand before it disappeared into Harry's bag. It had looked like a photo of George and Harry together, embracing each other in a hug: grins on their faces and a look in their eyes that said their love for each other far more than words.

But Jasper knew that it wasn't George that Harry was upset about losing, because George was still here. So who was it then? Just then his phone vibrated a single time and he looked down before putting it away in his pocket. What was Peter trying to tell him by saying, "Warmer?"

Sighing, Jasper leaned back in his chair and watched Harry out of the corner of his eye, his own narrowing when Harry took his own phone out and went pale at what the message said. Sliding it back in his pocket, Harry rose his hand slowly, putting the attention on himself for the first time willingly. "Sir," Harry called out, causing Jasper to bite back a moan at the submissive tone in his voice. "I need to go. My brother Charlie called for a family meeting, and he only does that while we're at school if it's something important."

"Very well. You know the assignment."

Harry gathered his belongings and hurried out of the room. Jasper looked down at his phone once more. Get ready to prove yourself to everyone that cares for the kid, Major. He has some serious people behind him should he ever need it.

Jasper sighed at the cryptic message that Peter had sent. Why couldn't he just come out and say what he wanted to say? Wouldn't it be much easier than to be secretive about everything?

When class let out, Jasper went to where his family was parked that day and frowned when he saw the look on Alice's face. "What is it, Alice?"

"The one that Harry thought he lost is on his way here...Jasper, he's going to get Harry back if you don't do anything."

Jasper frowned and shot a glance over at where George was holding Harry in his arms as he cried. Tuning his ears into their conversation for the first time since meeting them, Jasper's frown deepened. "He died! I saw him die George! I saw him fall to the ground! There is no way that Fred is still alive!"

"I'm just telling you what Bill told Charlie, little brother. According to what Bill said, Molly and Arthur put some heavy sedatives in him when he didn't wake up right away, in order to help him heal. Then they found everything out about the two of you and told you he was dead and that you couldn't go to the grave or ceremony. This would fit Harry. They didn't want you there because he wasn't really there, and you would have known it."

Harry whimpered as he backed away from George and hugged himself. "I was just getting over everything," he whispered. "I was going to give him a chance like Luna-Lun said to...But now, I have to know. I have to know if it was his idea or not."

Luna spoke up then, moving her hand from Neville's. "Harry, you know that he would never do that to you willingly. Whatever happened is entirely their fault. Not Fred's, not yours, and not any of ours. Fred loved, possibly loves, you with all his heart Harry, and he would've done everything he could to be with you after promising you that. After giving you a proposal for marriage, Fred would have followed it out. He knows that anything less would have resulted in him losing your trust."

Harry nodded and put his helmet on. "I still have to know."

"Be careful Harry. At least let one of us go with you. For all we know, it's somebody Poloyjuiced. Or someone is following him."

"Even if it is Polyjuice, you know as well as I do that the person has to be alive for to work. And I know how to defend myself." Rubbing his arm, Harry sent a sad glance over to Jasper. "I'm just upset that I didn't get to give him a chance like Luna-Lun told me to. If I had, maybe this wouldn't be as hard."

Getting on the motorbike, Harry started it up and drove out of the parking lot. Before Jasper could react, Luna was in front of him, an oddly serious look on her face for the first time since meeting him. "Follow him. He'll need it." She's right, Major, Peter sent him. Alice handed him the keys to Rosalie's car, which had been driven that day along with the Volvo.

Staring at the keys in his hand, Jasper didn't think about it more than a second before he was running, at human speed, to the car and driving out of the parking lot.

The lady was looking at him weird again, but that wasn't his big issue. Why did his mom want him to find Harry Potter and bring him home? He didn't even know Harry Potter, never met the kid once in his life. Sure he had hung out with Ron a few times during the school year, but the kid had mainly kept to himself. So why was everyone wanting him to bring him home? And the bushy-haired girl that was dating Ron had said something about the possibility of amnesia, but that still didn't explain it. So what if Harry Potter had amnesia, surely that would be better than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named trying to kill him.

The red head looked out the window trying to remember the instructions that his mother and father had given him. Find Harry Potter and bring him home, along with whoever was with him. And not to let the boy touch him, or he would be corrupted by the evil tendencies that the kid had. As he wondered what that was about, he shot a glance at that "bodyguard" that the Headmaster had assigned to him. "Mad-Eye" Moody was sitting a few seats back, not noticeable to anyone who wasn't looking for him.

Why was this feeling more like an assassination attempt than a rescue mission?

I hoped you all enjoyed it! Also, once again if you have time please go to my profile and take the poll on who Charlie (Weasley) should be with!

Thanks

~FarieWithAWandAndTardis~