"Prof, I want to leave Hogwarts." Harry said, looking straight into the older white bearded man. Dumbledore looked up at him with pride.

"Are you sure Harry? The world is a dangerous place for a 15 year old."

"Yes, sir, I'm sure." Harry said, swallowing in nervousness. What if Dumbledore didn't let him? "I want to forget everything that I know now. My aunt, uncle, and cousin, my friends, Hogwarts," the next word was barely a whisper. "Sirius." Dumbledore smiled at the emerald-eyed boy with pride. He was only 15, and look at everything he had gone through. Still, it looked as though there was something that wasn't being said.

"Harry, isn't there something else?"

"Y-yes there is."

Dumbledore stood up and put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "You're uncle has beaten you before, hasn't he?" Harry nodded in response. "How long?"

"Twelve years." Dumbledore's face showed a look of surprise,

"That long? We'll, yes, maybe it is best that you leave Hogwarts. I'm sure you wish to talk to Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?" Harry nodded, and turned around. "Harry? Mr. Malfoy wishes to speak with you as well." Harry nodded again, clutching his shoulder where Dumbledore had put his hand there.

'Why does Malfoy want to talk to me?' he thought, making his way down to the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table, Ron playing a game of Wizard Chess, and Hermione and George watching.

"Hey, Harry," Hermione said, acknowledging the fact he had entered.

"Hi, Hermione," Harry said, sitting down next to her. He sighed. Hermione noticed this.

"Harry?" she asked, looking him over. Harry looked back up at her.

"I-First off, I have to tell you something. My 'uncle' wouldn't let me say anything because he said he wouldn't let me come back to Hogwarts if I told anyone. But I'm sure that a lot of people already know, not including you four." Harry said, and took a deep breath. He didn't continue, and was prodded in the ribs by Fred, and only started again when George poked him.

"My uncle has beaten me since I was three," the words left the orphans mouth so quick that he didn't have much of a reaction. The four stared at him with terrified expressions on their faces, and a little chess piece blurted out something first.

"Why didde dodat ta ya?" he said with some sort of accent Harry couldn't make out. He just shook his head as a gesture of not knowing why.

Before anyone else could say anything, Harry gave the others the next message before standing and setting out to find Malfoy. "I'm also leaving Hogwarts,"

MALFOY

"Crabbe, Goyle, just LEAVE!" Malfoy said, pushing them out of the room. When they came back in, he growled and left himself, muttering a curse to keep the door locked from the outside so they couldn't follow him. Upon turning around, he bumped into Harry. "What the fu—oh, you," Malfoy said, his expression lifting slightly.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Malfoy nodded.

"I know you plan on leaving this year, and I just wanted to know if you were going to stay in the wizarding world or be a muggle or what." Harry stared at him.

"Why do you wanna know? You never gave a damn about me, all you did was make my life at Hogwarts a living Hell!" Malfoy cringed and put a hand on Harry's shoulder to keep him still. Once Harry had settled, he took it off.

"Actually, you're the one person that I did care about. I'm not saying that I'm in love with you, just that I know something's going on. You can't hide it from me." Harry scoffed.

"What the hell did you want me for, just to ask me that?" Draco nodded. "I plan on going to a high school in Southern California and live with a foster family who went to Hogwarts a long time ago but didn't want to stay in the wizarding world. That a good enough description?" Malfoy stared back in awe.

"You have the rest of you're life planned out, don't you?" Harry looked at him coldly and nodded. "You're just going to forget all of this and leave us to deal with You—Voldemort on your own? Maybe some of us will wise up and join you. Have a nice life, Harry," Draco said, patting him on the shoulder before leaving the hallway.

Harry hugged Hermione. "I'll see you sometime later, Hermione." He then turned to the Weasley's, who were all smiling. "Bye," he said, and lifted the duffle bag.

They were at the London Airport. Harry was leaving to go to the Henderson's, who lived in southern California. He smiled at the thought of starting off a new life, living with a new family...

Harry waved, a real smile finally on his face, after all of those years faking them. Hermione saw the difference, and returned the favor. Harry, with one last look behind him, gave the woman his ticket and got on.

Fred put his arm's around Hermione and Ginny's shoulders (who were crying), after Harry had boarded the plane. "He's happy, you should be too."

HENDERSON'S

"He's to be here any moment!" Abby, or Mrs. Henderson, said to her husband and younger daughter.

"Hey mom?" Ashley, a teen around Harry's age said. "What's his name?"

"He's going to want to be called by the name Dorian."

"What about his last name?"

"Potter. HE'S HERE!" she said, looking at a taxi climbing up the fairly short driveway.

"Nine ninety-seven, Mr. Potter," the taxi driver told him. Harry fished out some cash, grabbed the duffle bag from the back, and made his way up to the house.

"Dorian, so nice to see you," Abby said, hugging him. "That's what you want to be called, right?" Harry nodded. Ashley stood from the couch.

"'Sup, Dorian?" she said, looking him over. Harry felt like his first day at Ron's house in his second year. When he shrugged, she laughed. "I'll show you to your room."

I have a plan for this story. Linkin Park, possibly? No, not a 'Harry forms' or a 'Harry joins'. Harry KNOWS the people from Linkin Park. Not from Hogwarts, but...who really knows? Or cares for that matter.

DISCLAIMER: Duh, I don't own it.

Um...To all that review: Look for flaws. Do it. Do it now, I say! Heh. Anyway..."Hem"

Why does it feel like night today?

Somethin' in here's not right today

Why am I so uptight today?

Paranoia's all I got left—Parpercut, Linkin Park, Hybrid Theory