A/N: I would like to thank Calaminaria for my first review for this story! You rock! A dozen e-cookies to you!

Here is the new chapter. And just because Harry is rescues doesn't mean the story ends here! I have big plans for this! So ENJOY, and please review!

"Harry," Dumbledore murmured with a sigh. He looked very old and tired, a look of regret and guilt on his face. They were in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. "I'm- I'm sorry for what's happened. It's my fault you were captured in the first place. I could have revealed myself to warn the Order to get you immediately after the Ministry fell. It's also my fault that you had to stay captured for so long. I was a fool, and I was being selfish. If I had just revealed myself sooner-"

"It's okay, Professor," Harry consoled. "I don't blame you. But why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to bear the pressure that came with the knowledge," Dumbledore answered after a pause. "I knew that if you had known, Voldemort would have tortured you for knowledge. I couldn't let that happen. I had hoped that if you didn't know where I was, or that I was even alive, that maybe Voldemort wouldn't take you. But I was wrong." He sighed heavily again.

"When I thought you were- gone- I..." Harry took a deep breath. "I couldn't handle it. Not after Sirius. I just wanted to let it all go... to give up..."

Dumbledore watched him as he spoke, with sad, calculating blue eyes.

"And then... Voldemort said you were alive, and..." Harry looked up at him, and that one glance said it all. "There was so much evidence, so much proof, that I didn't know why I hadn't thought of it before. And then I thought that maybe Sirius was alive, too, but... there's no proof of that... I'm just happy that you're back, Professor," Harry finished.

"I never left," Dumbledore whispered.

Voldemort woke up in the front yard of the Manor. He slowly got up and looked around. There was no sign of the Order.

He rushed into the Manor and down the stairs leading to the basement. He wrenched the door and screamed furiously.

The boy was gone.

Harry's scar burned like fire. He screamed and clutched his forehead, falling to the floor.

"Harry!" Dumbledore said, jumping up. But the pain had stopped, as quickly as it had started. Panting, Harry stood up, grabbing the chair for support.

"Your scar?" Dumbledore asked grimly. Harry nodded, shaking slightly. "I thought so... he's angry. Right?"

"Yeah," Harry gasped. "Extremely. He was in the room I was kept in..."

"Now that he's conscious again, it won't be long until he starts looking for you," Dumbledore said, bustling urgently around the room. "I will set up a portkey. It will take you to the Burrow... It's the place that has the most wards set up at the moment. I will be there often. Let me know if anything happens with your scar. Every piece of information is valuable. Portus." The goblet he was holding momentarily glowed blue, before the light died out. Harry's green eyes met Dumbledore's blue ones, worry clouding their gazes. "Until next time, Harry. Stay safe. Three... two... one!"

Harry felt a tugging sensation, before Dumbledore's office spun away in a whirl of color.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was a little short... at least the last one was long! Hopefully I will have time to post another one tomorrow!

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