Two days later, Harry returned after another day of prowling along Daigon Ally to find all his belongings as well as Hedwig sitting on his bed. Along with that, there sat none other than the house elf Dobby.

The elf's eyes grew wide as he entered the room.
"Harry Potter has returned!" He squealed and jumped off the bed and threw himself at him.

"Oof! H-hi Dobby," he choked out, trying to sound happy. He was grateful when he let go.

"Harry Potter! It is such an honor to be trusted by you with such an important secret! Dobby promises never to tell any one, even Master Dumbledore!" Dobby squeaked, his hears flopping over his face as he shook his head vigorously.

"Good Dobby. I promise I'll buy you a bunch of socks for Christmas for this!"

Dobby could hardly control his excitement. He started squealing again and ran around the room, jumping on the bed.

"Dobby must go now, but Harry Potter knows that he can always trust Dobby!" and with that he was gone.

Harry was relieved, it always confused him when he talked in third person.

***

Along with Dobby's visit, came his Hogwarts school list. Harry knew that today would be packed with his school mates. Harry didn't know how he was going to stay hidden for the next two days, but decided that what ever happened would happen and wasn't going to worry about it. He hurried out the back door to Diagon Ally after eating a quick breakfast and was immediately spotted by none other than Colin Creevy.

"Hiya Harry!" he piped and immediately reached for his camera, his brother came up behind him and almost fainted at the sight of him.

"Ha-Harry Potter!" he gasped, and ran right up to him. He stood in front of him in awe and could do nothing but stare. Harry shifted away uncomfortably.

"Got to go," he said quickly, "See you at school!" and he zoomed down the street, making sure to zigzag in case they followed him.

***

Harry was heavily weighed down with his new books for school when he bumped into…

"Hermione!"

"Harry!" she cried, "Where have you been? What have you been doing? Why did you run away?"

"Do you-"

"Yes, I know about Sirius! But Why did you run away! Everyone's been so worried! Have you talked to Dumbledore?" she quickly changed her tone as quickly as she changed subjects, "Have you seen Ron? He paled when he heard you ran away! First you run away from the Dursley's when Dumbledore specifically told you not to, then you run away from him! I don't know what's gotten into you, Harry! You know it's not safe! Where were you this whole time? What have you been doing? I-"

"You asked that question already," he interrupted.

Hermione seemed at a loss for words, then suddenly gave him a hug. "I was so worried!"

Then pulled away a little to ask, "So what have you been doing?"

"I- Ron!"

Hermione looked over her shoulder to see a paled looking Ron staring at Harry in disbelief. Harry and Hermione both walked over to him.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked him.

"Yeah-" his voice was high pitched. "How- I mean, Why? I mean, are- are you okay?" he stuttered.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine!" and Ron relaxed.

"Where were you this whole time?"

The strode down the street while Harry told him all that happened, and they had walked up and down at least 6 times before he finished. There were a lot of gasps and more questions and chiding when he came to the part where he stood in front of the curtain.

"And I haven't been able to fine any helpful information on changing him back!"

"Hmm-" Hermione looked up, thinking. "I think we should try to find all the information we can, and then maybe ask Dumbldore."

"Have you tried to talk to Sirius? I mean- well, you know, try to communicate with him at all?"

"No, after I found out I went to the Department of Mysteries, but that didn't help me at all."

The three of them stood there, eyes glazed, thinking. They were violently shaken back to reality by a high pitched wail.

"Harry, Harry, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley came hurrying down the street and wrapped him in a motherly hug, suffocating him.

"I'm okay Mrs. Weasley!" he gasped, but was greatly muffled by her tight embrace.

She asked all the same questions that Hermione had asked and then broke down sobbing. Harry told her everything and she finally composed herself again.

"I'll write to Dumbldore immediately!" she sprang up.

"No!" shouted Harry, shooting up as well. Going to Grimmauld Place now would be worse than if he just stayed and waited till he got back to Hogwarts. "I mean- I'll…I'll tell him, when I get back to school. I'm just not ready to tell him now."

They finally shook off the stricken Mrs. Weasley and gathered the rest of their school supplies.

"Harry, you've been here the whole time? Haven't you,"
"Yup,"
"Then why don't we all just spend the last day of break here and then return to school together tomorrow morning?"
"Okay!"

And finally the sun started to set and they trudged into separate rooms and fell asleep.

***

The train ride there was hardly boring.

Harry again spent the first half of the trip with Ginny, Neville, and Luna, each of them joking and telling stories of their summers. Many of his classmates dropped in to say hello and chocolate frog cards were exchanged. Ron and Hermione showed up they spent the rest of the time talking about the year before.

The feast was marvelous. Everything had gone well except for when Moaning Myrtle showed up in the middle of the feast and started crying because they were all eating. And of course there was peeves in the entrance hall terrorizing the second years and such.

Harry was relieved when he finally crawled into bed.

He was happy for being back at Hogwarts.

And he finally drifted off to sleep, content at finally being home again.