Harry sat there in the small café in the tube system somewhere in the middle of London. He enjoyed riding trains; it kept his mind off things. Things like Flint approaching Clairi, Hermione flipping out about the Black Heiresses article that was published with a very though apology to Clairi about the lies that Rita's story had created. Taking his mind of Zander coming home late at night whistling from his weekend tussles with a nameless witch. Clairi lecturing him about that one of those witches could be his undoing. The one thing in the house that made him gag more then anything is being a Witness to the affection that goes on between Remus and Tonks. But all that was better then living with the Dursleys.

Harry kept reading the daily in the café as a waitress was cleaning the tables. She stopped near his looking at his paper curiously.

"Harry Potter? Who's Harry Potter?" The girl asked.

"No one, a tosser really." Harry said putting the daily down.

"Funny that paper of yours, couple moments ago I could have sworn I saw a picture move."

"Really?"

"Thought I was going around the twit a bit." She giggled before she walked to clean the next table.

"Hey I was wondering.' Harry started to say as he turned to face her.

"11, that's when I get off,. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter. " She smiled at him.

Harry smirking as he turned back to the paper, breathing into his hand to see if he needed a mint or two. Sure Zander gave him a few tips to help with the opposite sex since Harry never really was interested in that sort of thing before. Really the only females he is around a majority of his time are Clairi, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley; he could count his Aunt Petunia among them as well. Even if she was the worst when it came to affection for anyone except her son.

Jaspin has even found a girl that likes him for who he is and not because he is a Potter or related to The-Boy-Who-Lived. Yeah that drove his older brother up a wall when the girls at school tried to get close to him. From the letters Harry got from his brother, the girl is a muggle born witch in Ireland, taught at a small wizarding school in Northern Ireland. Her name is Astra; Jaspin sent him a photo of the two of them when he said he didn't believe his older brother. The girl had light red that looked like a pale copper nut. Jaspin said she worked in a bookstore, that's where he met her when he was in the store with a teammate.

As Harry thought about his brother, his mind wandered to Clairi and Fred, which was strange to him. The two never acted like Tonks and Remus, or Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They seemed normal, even after the article about her and Zander possibly getting married. He also asked if they were becoming a triad couple. That seemed to be the long running joke between them. Harry glanced out the window as a train passed by and noticed something peculiar happen. Professor Dumbledore appearing on the platform stairing straight at him in the café.

When he got to the other side and stood next to Dumbledore, who had that twinkle in his eye.

"You've been reckless this summer Harry." He commented.

"I enjoy riding on trains. Take's my mind off things." Harry said as he noticed the discoloration on Dumbledore's hand.

"Unpleasant to behold isn't it? The tail is thrilling, if I say so myself, but now is not the time. Take my arm." Dumbledore said holding out his arm to Harry, who turned to look at the café that just shut down for the night.

"Do as I say." He insisted.

As soon as Harry placed his hand on Dumbledore's arm the pull of apperation twisted in his stomach. Sure he has apperated before but for some reason this time he felt like he wanted to barf. When Harry looked up from the ground he found himself in a village infront of a fountain. The village was quiet as Dumbledore guided him towards a stone two story home with ivy climing the wall. With no lights one Dumbledore suggested taking out his wand which he kept on him at all times.

When they entered the house, everything was tossed around the house. Broken furniture, picture frames, dishes among other missalaniuse broken items. As they walked through the destroyed house, Harry noticed a wet spot on the ceiling. As he examined the spot, something dripped onto his forehead, before he could wipe it away Dumbledore did and tasted it. Which was oddly weird. Then they both noticed one lone chair, untouched in the sitting area. Dumbledore moved to stand infront of Harry while stepping closer to the armchair. As Dumbledore poked the chair with his wand, silently countering the spell in place. A head popped out of the top of the armchair, startling Harry slightly.

"Merlin's Beard!" The Head said as the older man stood up as the spell reversed.

The man flapped his arms to lose the transformation, showing that the man was a plumb, an older gentleman, who was standing before them in pajamas.

"No need to disfigure me Albus." The man said looking at the headmaster.

"Well I'll say you make a very convincing armchair Horace." Albus spoke with a hint of annoyance.

"It's all in the upholstery, I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?" Horace asked.

Pointing to the ceiling, Dumbledore said, " Dragons Blood."

"Oh." Horace nodded noticing Harry behind Albus.

"Oh, introductions, this is Harry Potter, Harry I'd like you to met a old friend and college of mine, Horace Slughorn." Albus introduced the two of them before turning directly to Horace.

"So what with all the theatrics Horace? You weren't by any chance waiting for someone else?" Albus asked.

Harry stood and watched the interaction between the men infront of him. Mr. Slughorn gave off an annoyed, scared feeling, like he was speaking to one of two evils.

"Someone else? I can assure you I don't know what you mean." Horace looked at Dumbledore, before slumping in defeat.

"Alright, they've been trying to recruit me for over a year, do you know what that's like? You can only say no to these people so many times. So I never stay anywhere more then a week. The muggle that own this place are in the Canary Islands." Horace explained coming to stand next to Dumbledore.

"Well I think we should put it back in order for them, shall we." Dumbledore spoke as he waved his want and silently casting a raparo charm over the home.

Harry watched as everything began to rebuild its self. Lights turning on, even after living in the magical world himself officially for 5 years, magic still amazed him when it was performed like it was now.

"That was fun, do you mind if I use the lou?" Dumbledore asked Horace.

"No of course." Horace spoke motioning him to the direction of the bathroom.

"Don't think I don't know why you're here Albus. The answers still no, absolutely and irrelevantly no." Horace exclaimed as Harry spotted some photos on the mantle that where moving.

About 5 minutes of awkward conversation about the photos and muggle-borns, Dumbledore came back with a muggle magazine that had knitting patterns on some of the pages and asked if he could keep it. Once he excused themselves and bid Slughorn good night, they made their way outside to apperate away. A moment later Slughorn agreed to comeback to Hogwarts to teach, stating he wanted a different office and not the broom cubored he had before and a raise that these are mad times they lived in. Dumbledore explained that since Harry was young, famous and talented that the Professor would try to collect him and that Harry should go along with it, as they walked back to the fountain they appeared near when they arrived.

"I fear I might have stolen a wonderus night from you Harry." He said sheepishly.

"It's alright Sir. I'll go back tomorrow, make some excuse." Harry chuckled.

"Oh, you wont be returning to Godricks Hallow tonight Harry." Dumbledore said before apparating them both outside the Burrow. Harry looked at where he landed, the marshy wet area not far from the front door of the Weasley home. Harry rolled his eyes, sometimes he hated being in the dark about plans that he should have a say in. Hopefully the Professor had the mind to let Clairi know he was at the burrow.

The first person to greet Harry was Ginny, whom Harry noticed changed quite a lot since the end of the term. As soon as her hug ended, Hermione was wrapping her arms around him, then Ron and lastly Mrs. Weasley asking when he got there. And how. All Harry said was Dumbledore, which mad Mrs. Weasley laugh and hug him again. Upstairs in Ron's room, they levitated a burning daily between the three friends. Ron explaining that his mum went off alittle, saying that Ginny and he had no business going back to school that year, that his dad talked her down and his mum went back to normal. Hermione even piped in saying that her adopted parents know something bad is going on and they where muggles. They spoke of Hermione coming out as a Black heiress, which Harry and Ron knew most of the story was false, since her birth parents where alive and not dead like the paper said they where. Harry asked if Clairi knew that the two of them where over here. Their 6th year was about to begin, and it would probably be the last semi-normal year they will have till the end of the war.