"Umm, not to be rude or anything," started Harry, "But, who are you?"

"Bring the 'git' in here," instructed the man. Harry followed him into a room where he set Malfoy on the small bed, the only piece of furniture the room contained. Harry's shoulder's ached from holding him up so long. "Come on back out, I'll make you some tea." The stranger left the room and Harry hesitantly followed. Oddly, he was worried about Malfoy.

"Wallace Gershom."

"Huh?"

"You asked who I am, did you not?" Harry nodded as the man buried his head in one of the full pantries. "Wallace Gershom."

"That's your name?"

"I've been called it before- Of course it's my name!"

"Sorry."

"Quite all right. Orange Pekoe or Earl Grey?"

"Orange Pekoe," answered Harry, not overly sure about what he was answering to. Wallace unburied himself and filled a kettle with water from a tap.

"You can call me Al." Harry nodded as Al set the kettle on the stove and flipped on the burner. "And you can sit down," he said, motioning to the table before pulling off his coat and seating himself across from Harry. He pulled a crumpled letter from his pocket and laid it on the table in front of Harry. "This is the letter I got from Dumbledore." Harry picked it up and began to read.

Mr. Gershom,

In light of recent events, we at Hogwarts were hoping you could be of aid to a student in our school. As I'm sure you've heard of Harry Potter, I'll not go into that, but with Voldemort on the loose once again, we hope to hide him in your country. We would have found a hideout for him ourselves, but as you are much more adept at navigating the Canadian countryside, we'll leave that to you. All we need from you is to meet the boy at a designated area on April 4, and take him to your cabin to set up a disguise and identity.

Thank you for your assistance.

Sincerely,

Professor Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

Harry looked up at Al and laughed. Al was dozing off, his eyes shut and soft snores escaping his open mouth. He heard a sudden moaning from down the hall and jumped from his chair to see what it was. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to find Al following him.

"Sorry about falling asleep. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Deer hunting season. Horrid muggle sport. Takes a group of us all night to transfigure leaves into the blasted animal." Harry laughed again and let Al pass him into Malfoy's room.

"Who're you?" Harry heard Malfoy ask before coming into the room himself. Malfoy was sitting up in the bed, disheveled as could be, staring wildly at Al who was sitting on his haunches beside the bed.

"A friend." Malfoy looked up at the doorway and saw Harry standing there, laughing.

"Potter? What are you doing here?"

"I'd like to ask you the same question, but I, for one, know the answer." Al laughed.

"Where's here?"

"Canada."

"What?!" Malfoy practically jumped out of the bed.

"Canada, Malfoy." They could hear the kettle shrieking from the kitchen.

"Go grab that. I'll get the 'git'."

"What did you call me?" Harry smiled, hearing Malfoy arguing with Al. He pulled the kettle off the stove and flipped off the burner. Seeing the teapot Al left out, he poured the boiling water into the pot then set it on the table to steep. Not knowing where the cups were, he sat back into the chair and reread the letter.

"Harry-" grunted Al from the doorway. Harry turned to see him supporting Malfoy. "How'd you do it?"

"Do what?" asked Malfoy as Al roughly dropped him into the chair beside Harry.

"Carry you all the way here." Malfoy goggled as Al set three cups and a sugar bowl beside the tea pot.

"Potter, why would you carry me here? And how far did he carry me?"

"Wasn't by choice, Malfoy." Harry poured himself some tea and added a generous amount of sugar.

"About a mile," said Al, answering his second question.

"Read this." Harry shoved the letter in Malfoy's direction, who, after reading it, took a sip of his own tea.

"So, when do I go back?" An owl flew in the window then, and Al quickly pulled it off and the owl flew back out.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. It's for you." Malfoy reached for it but Al read it aloud instead.

"Mr. Malfoy,

As you've apparently noticed, you are no longer at Hogwarts. Or in England for that matter. Mr. Gershom will hopefully deal with you as he is to deal with Harry. You will also assume a new identity and disguise. I've contacted the family Harry was to stay with and they've agreed to take you as well. Harry will teach you the ropes about "Muggledom". Have a great term!

Professor Dumbledore"

"Let's get these identities and disguises set up," said Al joyfully.