Hey! Here's the next chapter! I am sorry to those of you who wanted a long story…this mystery won't last long, I'll tell you that! In fact, I think this is the last chapter!

Centra-gal86 – Huh…something's wrong with your eye…

Destruxion – Is this soon enough for you?

PhoenixMage – Uh…sure…*takes huge step away*…heh, heh...I'll be over here...*smiles*

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It wasn't until after potions class that Ron and Hermione thought to go find Harry. They ran to Transfiguration, hoping that he had come there and waited until it was time for that class but he was no where to be seen. They ran up to Gryffindor Tower, not caring that they were missing Transfiguration. They entered the common room, which was empty but decided to try the boys' dorms. There they saw Harry with a muggle suitcase open in front of him; he was hurriedly packing clothes in it. They even saw a flash of a Royal blue robe and part of a white collar before Harry realized that they were there and slammed the suitcase shut.

"Hey guys…don't you have Transfiguration?" Harry asked, it was obvious that he was nervous. His best friends had caught him packing, obviously intending to leave without telling them.

"So do you." Said Ron angrily. Harry shook his head and tossed a piece of folded parchment at him. Ron opened it and began reading.

Mr. Harry Potter is excused from all of his classes today until the 26th of February due to his immediate need to depart from the castle

Albus Dumbledore

"So…so you're really leaving?" Hermione asked him in a shaking voice.

"Not forever Hermione! I'm coming back in three days! Look, I'll be fine! Dumbledore knows where I'll be! Where I am going there will be thousands of people there. And none of them are evil…trust me!" Harry said, looking a bit amused and chuckling at the end part as if it were part of a huge joke that only he knew.

Ron sighed and looked at him as if judging him before nodding. Harry walked out of the room.

"Ron! Why did you just let him walk out of here? You know as well as I do that there is something that he doesn't want us to know! And-" Hermione was cut off when Ron began shouting.

"That's exactly right, Hermione! He doesn't want us to know! Look, I'm sure that if it was that big of a deal he would tell us and even if he didn't Dumbledore knows and obviously they don't think that it is important enough to tell us what it is! Just let him be Hermione! He's not going to tell us what is going on so lets just drop it!" Ron shouted. Hermione looked positively livid.

"Well you know what? I don't care if he doesn't want to tell us! You know Harry! Even if he were on his deathbed and the whole world knew it he would tell us he was fine because he wouldn't want us to worry, Ron! He tries to protect us by keeping everything secret until it is dragged out of him! And I am going to keep trying Ron! Whether you are helping me or not!" Hermione screamed and stormed out of the room. Ron just sat down on the bed in shock before leaning forward and placing his head in his hands.

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The next morning at breakfast Ron and Hermione sat next to each other but both were trying very hard to ignore the others existence. The whole Gryffindor table could feel the tension. They were all also waiting for Harry to pop up and lighten the mood between his two best friends by making some joke. But he never came. As the end of breakfast drew near Professor Dumbledore stood up and began to speak.

"Students and teachers, I have an announcement. Our school has been invited, courtesy of the Deacons, one of which is John McCormick, head of the Muggle/Wizard Relations department of the Ministry of Magic, to a musical competition being held at the St. Michael Hall in Edinburgh tomorrow evening. All will be attending and I expect you to wear muggle clothing. Any who don't have any that are suitable or do not have any at all should see their head of house immediately. That is all" Dumbledore finished.

The hall was immediately ablaze with conversation. Of questions and people retelling memories of competitions. Ron and Hermione were curious as to what was up Dumbledore's sleeve. They looked at him suspiciously but headed out of the hall to Charms.

The day passed quickly for Ron and Hermione and before they knew it they were rummaging through their trunks for suitable muggle clothing. Hermione picked out a black skirt that came about halfway down her calves and a white T-shirt with a blue sweater over it. Ron chose black dress pants and a black sweater (no, he's not turning into Snape…I think that red-heads look good in black! I should know! I have red hair!). They both set their clothes aside and met up in the Common room but sat at opposite sides of the room, Hermione reading and Ron trying to glare a hole in the floor. The other Gryffindors sensed the tension and stayed out of their way. Aside from the usual nightly explosions courtesy of the Weasley twins, it was a rather quiet night in Gryffindor tower and all went to bed, some nervous or excited about the next day's field trip. Hermione slept fitfully, trying to discern what it was that harry was hiding. Ron also slept fitfully, wondering if Hermione would ever forgive him.

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The next morning dawned bright and clear. The perfect day for traveling. As it turns out, they were told at breakfast, they would be taking the Hogwarts Express to Edinburg (it had been rerouted with magic) and from there they would all ride in vans so as not to startle anyone by having hordes of children be seen walking down the street or worse just appearing out of no where. It would take four hours to get to Edinburg and the competition started at 6:00 so they were leaving after lunch at 1:30.Many students hardly paid attention in their morning classes, they were to excited. Not to say that they all wanted to go to a musical competition but because they wee getting out of the castle and classes for a field trip! Hogwarts rarely did field trips...only when something really big was happening. Finally it was lunchtime. Not many people ate out of pure excitement. Finally the plates were cleared and Dumbledore announced that they would be heading down to the train now.

They took the carriages down to the train and boarded.

FOUR HOURS LATER (yes, I didn't want to write about a boring four hour train ride!)

"Finally!" Ron stated, stepping off of the train ", I thought we'd never get here!" They all piled off to meet well over one hundred vans. They were all quickly divided into groups of nine and shoved into the vans and off they headed. They arrived at the hall in record time. Many people oohed and aahed over the majestic building. It was nothing compared to Hogwarts but was one of the nicest things they had seen in the muggle world. They all entered and sat in the seats designated for them at the back of the building just as a man walked on stage.

"Welcome all to the 27th annual St. Michael's Hall of Music competition. First up we have the Neppers Presbyterian Church singing, "Open the Eyes of My Heart, Lord"" He then walked offstage as a choir of people joined on stage wearing robes of gold. They began singing. The night continued on like this. The competition was mostly consumed by Christian choirs but sometimes there were those that were not Christian. The night was almost over and it was time for the final competitor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, last we have the five year defending champions the Little Whinging Baptist Church singing, "River in Judea"" He walked offstage as many people who had been nearly sleeping stood up screaming and cheering. Obviously this choir was a rather large hit. Hermione's ears picked up at the mention of the song and she sat straight in her seat as the choir marched into place. They were wearing Royal Blue choir robes with white sashes draped over their shoulders. Thy stepped into place. Hermione squinted into the choir and gasped. She elbowed Ron.

"Ron! Ron!" She whispered ", Look! Look, it's Harry!" Ron immediately sat up and sure enough, standing in the tenor section in the front row center was Harry Potter. They tried to get his attention inconspicuously but the choir director had raised his hand and brought it down, signaling to the piano player to begin. They sat down and vowed to speak to Dumbledore after the show and to corner Harry later. The choir then began to sing. Hermione had heard Harry sing alone in class but when the whole choir sang together and you could hear the harmony it was simply beautiful...easily the best choir.

"Oftentimes I dream of music.

Of the river that freely flows.

And it sings a song sweeter than honey,

One everybody knows.

Late at night, I hear it singing.

Then again when I wake at dawn.

And it fills me up with hope and goodwill,

The will to go on,

Go on

There is a river in Judea

That I heard of long ago.

And it's a singing, ringing river

That my soul cries out

To know

I believe it keeps on trav'lin'

But it rests on the Sabbath day.

And the time when it pauses in stillness

I almost hear it pray.

When I'm weary and downhearted,

How I long for the song it sings,

For the calm within its gentle blue,

The peace that it brings, it brings.

There is a river in Judea

That I heard of long ago.

And it's a singing, ringing river

That my soul cries out

To know." They sang. Just then, Harry stepped away from the choir and to the microphone in the middle of the stage and the piano stopped playing as he opened his mouth.

"May the time not be too distant

When we meet by the river shore.

'Til then dream of that wonderful day

As we sing once more,"The rest of the choir then joined him and the piano began to play again as he backed away and joined his choir "once more:

There is a river in Judea

That I heard of long ago

It's a singing, ringing river

That my soul cries out (my soul cries out)

To the river in Judea

Hallelujah!!" They sang. There was silence for a few moments before there was deafening cheering, shouting, and stomping. They marched professionally off the stage as the man announced the winners. Hermione and Ron didn't even pay attention. They were making their way out of the row towards Dumbledore. They whispered to him and he nodded. He turned to Professor McGonnagol and whispered to her she nodded as well and soon Hermione, Ron and Professor Dumbledore were on their way to the backstage just as Harry's choir was pronounced the winner.

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"Great job Harry!" A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes patted Harry on the back.

"Thanks Marcus" Harry replied.

"You really nailed that one. I'm really gonna miss you" Said a boy with violet eyes and black hair.

"Awww…*tear*" Harry said, trailing his finger down his face mimicking the path of a tear. The boy shoved.

"Jonathan! Get your hands off of him!" Shouted a red-haired, green-eyed girl. Running over.

"Morgan! Chill! I wasn't gonna hurt him, honest!" Said Jonathan out of fear of the girl. She just began laughing and stopped walking next to Harry.

"Wonderful job, Harry!" She said, leaning over and giving Harry a quick kiss on the lips.

"Thanks Morgan!" Harry said. They hugged and over Morgan's shoulder he saw Professor Dumbledore, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley enter the large backstage room and begin looking around. His eyes widened. What were they doing here? He leaned down and whispered into her ear. She laughed quietly and they turned to their two friends.

"We're going to put our robes away…in the robe room…" Harry stuttered.

"Er…yeah! Totally innocent!" Morgan proclaimed. They turned and walked away holding hands, beginning to walk faster as the neared the robe room and slammed the door shut. Jonathan and Marcus looked at each other and began laughing.

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Hermione was growing very frustrated. They couldn't find Harry anywhere! Finally they spotted two boys wearing the same robes that harry had been wearing. They walked over.

"Pardon me, young lads, but have you seen Harry Potter?" Professor Dumbledore asked politely. The two boys looked at each other and laughed a bit.

"Yeah" said Marcus "He and Morgan went to put their robes away-totally innocent, mind you!" Jonathan laughed.

"They should be back soon" Jonathan told them.

"Ahh…well, we can wait" Prof. Dumbledore stated.

10 MINUTES LATER

"Where is the robe room, I'm going to go look for them" Hermione stated. Marcus pointed across the room to the closed door. Hermione thanked him and set off. She neared the door and reached for the handle and threw it open to a most shocking scene. Harry Potter-Her Best Friend-was standing there with a redheaded girl, their robes thrown off and forgotten (come on people! They are wearing clothes under them! I am not that gross!). Harry's arms were held tightly around her waist and her arms hung around his neck while their tongues battled fiercely. At the opening of the door, however, they both turned their heads sharply. Harry gasped.

"I am very sorry. I'll come back. Hiya Harry!" Hermione said averting her eyes.

"No! Hermione, I'm really sorry. What are you doing here?" Harry asked her. Morgan had a strange look on her face.

"Harry? Who is this?" She asked.

"Morgan, This is one of my best friends at school. Her name is Hermione Granger. Hermione, This is Morgan Dusing…my girlfriend." He stated, tightening his hold on her waist with one hand.

"Well, Harry Professor Dumbledore and Ron are out there…waiting to take us home." She said carefully.

"Home? But Hermione, I am excused from classes until tomorrow. Besides I have things to do." Harry said. And with that he walked out of the closet. Hermione and Morgan followed him. They found him laughing with Marcus and Jonathan.

"-Didn't know it took that long to put robes away! Have some trouble with the hangers, eh?" Marcus stated; nudging Harry with his elbow while Harry blushed. Morgan came over and wrapped her arm around Harry's waist and he put his arm around her shoulder.

"Professor Dumbledore, Ron, this is my girlfriend, Morgan Dusing. Morgan, this is Professor Dumbledore my headmaster and Ron Weasley, another one of my best friends." Harry finished up.

"Now professor, I was hoping that I could stay until tomorrow as planned. We are having a party in the hotel!" Harry exclaimed.

"A party?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, it's a good-bye party for Harry." Jonathan said, suddenly looking downcast. Marcus, Morgan and Harry looked the same.

"Good-bye?" Prof. Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah, it seems that we are rather popular around Europe and other parts of the world." Harry stated "We…or "they" rather are going on tour and giving performances all over the world and I can't go" Harry said.

"Well, why not? You've gotten out for these competitions! I'm sure that Dumbledore will let you out for performances!" Ron stated, looking at Dumbledore for confirmation, who nodded.

"Yeah, but these things are once, sometimes twice a month. If we went on tour they would be about two or three a week for three solid months, starting in March ending in May and starting up again in July and ending in September and then another months break and then three months on the road! Now I'm used to living in hotels and going on the road but I can't do that anymore because I have school! It used to just be in the summer but this year it was during the school year and with the rate of performances I would never get any homework done." Harry said.

"Why are there so many performances?" Ron asked.

"Well, it's not like a famous pop stars tour where they go to a state and people come from all over the state, Ron. We are not that big. We will be mostly performing in theaters and churches and that lot and do you know how many Churches there are that want to hear us? We are after all, five times winners of the St. Michael's Hall of Music Competition, which is pretty big!" Harry stated proudly.

"Yeah! Harry's practically lived with us for five years. He's probably only spent a total of two weeks as his relatives houses each summer!" Jonathan piped up. Dumbledore looked thoughtful. After a few moments he looked up at Harry.

"Harry, do you like this? Singing and traveling, that is?" He asked. Harry nodded emphatically. "Well…I think there is a way. I for one know a certain professor and Godfather who wouldn't mind doing a little tutoring on the road…if you're up to it. During the one-month lulls you would come back to school to learn with your classmates, of course. Do your friends know about your gift?" Dumbledore asked. Harry nodded.

"They all know… I couldn't very well keep it from them. They're practically family." He said, tightening his grip on Morgan.

"Well then, Harry. I must go send a few owls to get this organized. You have fun tonight. Hermione, Ron you may stay with him. I shall pick you up in the morning." And with that Dumbledore left.

Harry turned to his choir friends; "Did you hear that! I'm going! I'm really going" They all crowded him and hugged him and celebrated a bit. Hermione and Ron stood on the edge looking uncomfortable. Harry noticed and went over to his friends.

"Hey you guys…I'm so sorry, I wasn't even thinking! I can't leave you guys! I've gotta catch Dumbledore!" He turned to leave but Hermione grabbed the back of his shirt.

"Oh no you don'! Listen, we know that this is what you love and if it means that we won't see you as much then so be it! Its not like you're leaving forever and you'll owl us right?"Harry nodded" Well then, lets just celebrate tonight and then you are coming back to Hogwarts with us until you have to leave for the first performance, which isn't until March, right?" "March 27th" "Right then" She stated matter-of-factly

They all headed back to the hotel and the party began, Harry downing soda after soda and cupcake after cupcake. After a little while Morgan pulled him to the side and had a conversation with him that none of the others could hear. She looked worried. He nodded and they both came back to the party. Hermione and Ron noticed that he ate less cupcakes and soda than before.

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Harry leaned against the wall as a wave of dizziness passed over him. He quickly ran to his suitcase and drew out a leather pouch and headed to the bathroom.

Hermione saw him go into the bathroom and when he didn't come out for while she went over and knocked on the door. "Harry?" She called. She heard something break and Harry cursed. "Are you alright?" She asked. She heard a muffles "I'm Fine" From within but opened the door anyway.

Harry was holding a syringe in his hand and was looking to inject it, which was pretty near impossible, as his hands were shaking so much and he was stumbling. He was muttering something about forgetting and how stupid he was to forget. He heard her asp and looked over, dropping the syringe.

"Don't tell Morgan," he said faintly before passing out

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Well…*looks at readers* What? Ok, so I lied! This wasn't the last chapter! I hope that you all like cliffies…AND CONTROL YOURSELVES IN YOUR REVIEWS OR I MAY NOT UPDATE FOR A WHILE! Thank you!

P.S. About that last part…no, Harry is not on Heroine or any other bad evil syringe drug. Everything will be explained in the next chapter! Review!