As Severus set Harry down on his bed he became aware of his audience.

"What happened?" Sirius asked, moving over sp Severus could move into the hallway.

"He faced the boggart in the old study." Severus said, "Uncle Harold's study."

"A dementor?" Remus asked, following Severus into his room with Sirius, Charlie, and George.

"No," George whispered, sitting next to his brother. "It changed."

"Then what is he afraid of?" Charlie asked, putting an arm around his brother.

"His uncle," Severus stated, "And Cedric Diggory blaming him for his death."

"Harry knows Cedric would never blame him. Fred and I have been telling him that since the night of the third task." George said, "But his uncle, that man deserves to die for what he did."

"I feel it is time to put the Mauraders and I to work." Severus said, darkly. "Between a former spy and former Aurors we can figure something out."

"You can count on a Dragon Tamer as well." Charlie growled punching a throw pillow making George flinch. "A Curse Breaker, and a couple of Mischief Makers as well."

Back in Harry's room Bill, Fred, Hermione, and Minerva were watching as the small boy thrashed and whimpered in his sleep.

"Go get George; he knows how to deal with this." Bill told Fred and Hermione, "Then go downstairs and stay there."

As Fred and Hermione left the room, Bill moved to hold Harry.

"Sirius and Severus want to see all of you," George said as he slid Harry onto his lap, "Come on Harry," He whispered as Bill and Minerva left the room. "Wake up."

As Harry became more aware of his surroundings he also became aware of the man holding him and he scrambled off the bed and onto his knees on the floor.

"I'm sorry Sir." Harry whispered keeping his gaze down.

"Harry," George said shocked. The boggart must have really messed with him and he was caught in his memories. "Come on, Snap out of it."

"I am a good boy," Harry whimpered, "I am a good pet."

"Harry, you are not a pet." George said sternly, kneeling down in front of Harry. "You are an amazing young man, who didn't deserve what happened to him. Please, Harry listen to me."

Harry began to shake with sobs and lifted his head, "George?"

"It's me," George said and reached towards him, but Harry jumped back.

"Don't touch me," Harry begged, "Please."

"Alright, Harry." George said, "I'll stay right here." And he sat cross legged on the floor facing Harry.

Harry closed his eyes and recalled his nightmare. He had been standing outside of Privet Drive watching the Dursleys.

The adults sat in their perfectly clean living room, unaware of their watcher.

"Potter is not there, My Lord." Drawled the voice of Lucius Malfoy.

"Very well," Voldemort had sneered, "These muggles will pay. And what of your son Lucius?"

"Gone," Malfoy sneered. "I believe he is hiding with the traitor Snape."

"I see, they will pay for refusing me." The Dark Lord hissed, "Kill the Muggles."

The twenty Death Eaters had stormed Privet Drive just as Harry woke up.

Harry looked up at George with tears in his eyes, "They killed the Dursleys."

"What?" George asked, eyes wide. "Who? How?"

"Voldemort, Death Eaters," Harry said standing up. "Dudley wasn't at home."

George's mind was racing; Severus was going to be upset he didn't get a stab at the Dursleys. He looked up and noticed that Harry was at the bedroom door.

"Aunt Min!" Harry screamed from the hallway, "Severus!"

"Harry what is it?" Minerva asked rushing down the hallway.

"Can you send someone to check Privet Drive?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Whatever for?" Minerva asked, surely the boy did not wish to return to that awful house.

"I…I have a feeling that something has happened there," Harry pleaded, "Please just send someone."

"Yes, of course. Severus and I will take Remus, Sirius, and Charlie with us." Minerva said and went towards the others rooms.

"I need to talk to you, Severus!" Harry called, "Before you leave."

"Meet me in the den Minerva," Severus said, making Minerva sigh. She wished that Severus would call her Aunt Min again. He hadn't since his blasted step father had started to drink and take his anger out on him. She nodded as he said, "What is it, Harry?"

"Draco," Harry said softly, "He ran away and refused the mark."

"Where is he? Do you know?" Severus asked grabbing Harry's shoulders tightly.

"N…no sir." Harry stuttered, "m…Mr. Malfoy said that….that he would be with y…you."

"Harry, calm down." Severus said, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Harry nodded as Severus tried to figure out where Draco could have gone. Not Hogwarts, obviously. Spinners End, it was the only other place.

"Harry, would it be okay if I brought Draco here if I find him?" Severus inquired, as Harry closed his eyes.

"Yes sir," Harry said softly looking down.

"Harry, you don't have to call me sir." Severus sighed, "I won't touch you again."

"Yes si.. Severus." Harry said and Severus went to go tell Minerva to take Bill and Fred in his place.

"Bloody Hell," Harry muttered and turned towards the stairs and walked up them, passing the library and into the attic.

He glanced at all the boxes which had names on them. They were boxes of belongings of past Potters, marked with their names and dates of birth.

He found his parents', which was at the bottom of a stack and as he looked through the rest of the boxes on top he realized that there were other names he knew.

Gideon and Fabian's were the two first boxes with Severus and Aunt Min's next to them. The boxes below them were labeled Bill, Fred, George, and Charlie. And just below theirs was Harry's and a girl's, named Cynthia.

"Lofty," Harry said softly and the elf appeared bowing, "Take these boxes," He pointed at the ones he wanted, "And take them to the den."

"Yes Master Harry," The elf exclaimed and Harry ran down the stairs looking for George since everyone else was gone and Hermione was writing a letter to her parents.

Hermione would be leaving to go to her home soon and Severus and Minerva would be returning to Hogwarts on the same day.

"George?" Harry called from the foyer and waited for a reply, "George!" Slightly panicking now.

"Harry" George asked coming out of his room, his hair wet and a towel around his waist.

"Nice look, George," Harry giggled. "But I want to show you something so go get dressed."

"Fine," George said, "Give me a minute," and he went back into his room returning moments later wearing casual clothing.

"Now what do you want to show me?" George asked jumping down the stairs.

"I found some stuff in the attic I think you might like to look at when the others get back," Harry said pulling a bemused George into the den where Lofty had stacked all of the boxes from the attic.

"Oh really?" George asked looking at all of the names.

"Yeah," Harry said sitting on the couch and George sat next to him, "I've had the dreams again, about the third task."

"Want to talk about it?" George asked as Harry put his head on George's shoulder.

"It's just the same thing," Harry said, "I see Wormtail use Avada Kedavra and then he is standing there blaming me."

"He wouldn't blame you Harry," George said quietly."Remember when he and your parents spoke to you, he didn't blame you then, and he wouldn't now."

"I don't know, George," Harry said, "He died because he was there. He didn't even do anything." Harry closed his eyes. "My scar had hurt so bad and I couldn't move and Cedric took out his wand and stood in front of me. He tried to save me." Harry sighed as he just realized this.

"Cedric was like that," George said, smiling as he remembered his friend, "He would always try to fix thing and protect people even if he didn't know them. He never said a bad word against anyone."

"I can't help blaming myself," Harry said breathing deeply, "I just didn't know. I should not have told him to take it with me."

"You did what you both thought was fair," George said sighing as Harry's breathing became uneven and he fell into a blissful slumber.