You know that note at the beginning of chapter 3? Ignore it. It lied. I am going to take it down because it makes no sense. The only thing that I want to carry over is the fact that Harry is an animagus. That's it. let's just say that McGonagall helped him. For anyone who is reading this story by chapter and not just going through the entire thing at once, I added a note about it at the beginning of the story. Enjoy!

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He woke up in a cold sweat, screaming. Someone was knocking loudly on the door.

Harry wiped his brow and stumbled to the door. Cho was standing here.

"What are you doing here so late?" He asked, feigning calm.

Cho put her hands on his shoulders and felt him shaking. "Are you alright? You were screaming!"

Harry shrugged her hands off. "I'm fine ... I was dreaming." He turned around and pushed the door closed. Cho stopped it with her hand so that it was still wide open.

"It's like your fifth year, isn't it?" She asked quietly.

Harry stopped. "How do you know about that?" He snapped.

Cho closed her eyes. "Everyone did, Harry. You know how fast gossip travels at school."

Harry sighed. "That's not quite it." He started talking quickly. "I tried to ignore it, I really did. I tried to dream about something else, to change the subject when I woke up. Nothing works.

"I have to leave, to hide. And so do you."

Cho looked at him, confused. "Harry..." she said, but Harry just shook his head. "There is no other answer. Tell all of my friends to go into hiding. Tell Dumbledore that I was the one who said it. whatever you do, don't say to anyone else - not even me - where you are going." He threw some clothes into his trunk.

Cho looked at him blankly. "Go!" He said again. "Go to the Weasleys, go to Hermione, go to Dumbledore. Something very bad is going to happen, and I don't want anyone around."

Before Cho had moved, Harry was packed.

"Do not tell anyone anything, even if they ask. Only the Weasleys, Hermione, and Dumbledore."

Cho started to cry. "I don't understand what is going on!" She said.

Harry stopped and went over to her. He looked her in the eye. "Cho, this is important." He put his hands on her shoulders. "Cho, I would explain it if I could." He kissed her. "I love you." He stepped back. "Now go. Go far away, and do not come back until Dumbledore tells you it is alright."

Cho nodded slowly, wiping her cheek with her sleeve. "Goodbye, Harry." She said. "I love you." But Harry did not hear her. He was already gone when she said it.

Months passed. More months passed. Harry knew he had been hiding for over two years in the same cave that Sirius had hidden in before he died, and he still had not come out. He would come out when it was safe. Every week, Harry would go down to the nearby village of Hogsmeade in his invisibility cloak and steal a Daily Prophet. After the first week, he knew his dream had come true.

Harry didn't quite know the entire story. All he knew was he could never go back to being Harry Potter like he was.

To them, he was a murderer. And his friends thought it too.

Four more years passed, and Harry narrowly missed being caught in town far too many times. He decided that it was too dangerous to go to town more than once a week. The townsfolk were beginning to suspect something. He often sent Hedwig down to scavenge for him, but he worried about her. She was old, almost twelve now. Harry knew she wouldn't be able to help him forever. Besides, someone was bound to notice the same owl flying down every few days, and then flying right back up the mountain.

Harry had ripped out every article that mentioned him over the years. For the few months, there was something at least mentioning him every day or so. Then, he would be mentioned in passing every few weeks. After a while, there were no more.

Until one day, when he found a headline that could be either his saviour or his demise.

POTTER PRESUMED DEAD
Ministry Officials Keeping Their Eyes Open

The search for murderer Harry Potter has come to almost a screeching halt. Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic cleared many dashing rumours. "Someone said we are not looking for Harry Potter any more." Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge said yesterday in a press conference. "That is a lie. We just do not have the resources to have so many officials searching for him. But we will always be on the lookout. We believe he may be deceased," said the Minister, causing doubts among the witches and wizards of England. "there has been no sign of him for three years, and we have evidence that could point to death." Reporter Selma Gregor has taken to the streets to find out what the average wizard has to say. "I think it is ridiculous..."

Harry stopped reading it. They thought he was dead. He threw the article aside and looked at his old archives. Stories about him after he 'killed' and hid, stories about his friends coming out of hiding, stories about the attack. He looked at the first article.

Friends of Harry Potter have come out of hiding today, after a fright that Potter was aiming an attack at them. "I got an owl," said a teary eyed Cho Chang, "from an anonymous person, telling me to hide. It told me that Harry was coming after us. We didn't know what else to do." A testimony from one Draco Malfoy stated that Potter had come after him as well, but he had fleed. Potter killed three innocent bystanders instead. "It was scary," Malfoy said. "He just came after me. I don't know why, exactly. I can see it happening, though. Potter and I were enemies at Hogwarts. He was always so horrible to my friends and me." Potter and Malfoy both graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry last June.

That article always got Harry mad. Draco Malfoy was the real reason that Harry was here, hidden in a cave, running from the law. But that article was not what angered Harry the most. Almost a week later, the Prophet wrote an interview.

Daily Prophet reporter Selma Gregor: When did you realize that Potter was indeed a murderer?

Hermione Granger: I'm not quite sure.

Ronald Weasley: Neither am I. At first, I thought, no, it couldn't be Harry. He wouldn't do that. but after a while, I realized, he had not told any of us. Why would he not try and make sure we knew it was a lie? The only explanation could be that it was not a lie.

DP: the files from the case say that you, Miss Chang, spoke to Harry on the day you all went into hiding.

Cho Chang: Yes, it's true. He lived in my building. He told me to run away from him, and not tell him, or anyone else, where he was going. I did not understand at the time. I still don't, really.

DP: why would he tell you to run away from him?

CC: I don't know.

HG: There is probably a logical explanation.

RW: maybe he was forced into it, and he wanted to make sure he couldn't find us.

DP: Do you truly believe that he is guilty?

HG: I don't believe I am going to answer that question.

RW: me neither.

CC: I agree.

DP: Well, thank you for letting us take your time.

RW: You're welcome.

HG: Not a problem.

Even his friends had deserted him. Why couldn't they believe him? He thought they would understand, they would realize that this was the exact same thing that had happened with Sirius. He pushed it out of his mind.

Harry sighed. He knew he couldn't convince the world that he was not a murderer. But he could at least convince his friends.

It was time to go out.

He decided to write Cho a letter. If she still didn't believe him, at least she couldn't find him. He decided on Cho because she had seen how scared he was, and how confused. She might be able to connect that with his dream, if he reminded her of it.

Dear Cho:

I know you think I killed people. I promise you, I did not. I was framed, and that is why I ran away. The moment I left you, I hid. I told you I was hiding, and that was the truth. I have been hiding ever since. Five years, Cho, I have been hiding. I had a dream. You knew that. I've had them before. They are almost like prophesies. Dumbledore tried to explain them to me once. I can feel Voldemort, I know when he is happy and sad. Even when he is gone. I don't know how it works, I just see something, and it happens.

This is my dream: I saw someone turning into me; probably with Polyjuice potion. I could not see who they were. They were going to attack my friends. I ran away, and they killed everyone. That was my dream, and that is why I told you to hide.

Please believe me, I'm telling the truth. I did not kill anyone. Please send a response with Hedwig.

-Harry Potter

He sent it, and prayed that she would believe him. He waited impatiently for a response. It came six days later.

Harry-

I think I believe you. I don't know how I can help, but I think I will try.

I guess I should probably tell you about myself, as we haven't spoken in over five years. I'm still working for Hogwarts as the Care of Magical Creatures teacher. The Ravenclaw head of house is retiring next year, and I am told that I have a chance of getting the position, even though I am so young, because I was in the house.

My boyfriend, Jonathan Summers, works at the department of Magical Sports and Games. I don't really know much about it, but he is friendly with Mr. Weasley.

I am sorry to tell you that I have not really kept in contact with Ron and Hermione. We speak on occasion, though. I still live above Fred and Georges shop, but they have expanded. Zonko's is almost out of business, and Dr. Filibusters went out of business almost a year ago. The twins now live in a larger pad above the other part of the shop and rent out the rooms they lived in. It's nice, but I miss knowing everyone I was living with.

Please, tell me where I can find you.

-Cho

Harry couldn't help but grin at her letter. But he knew better. He wrote back to her right away.

Dear Cho:

Thank you.

I am sorry, but I cannot be completely sure. I cannot reveal where I am. For now, I need you to explain my letter to Ron and Hermione, if you think they will believe you. If not, please do not tell them.

After you get responses, send Hedwig back.

-Harry

They continued like this, sending letters back and forth, for almost two months. Cho told him that she was not sure about Hermione and Ron. She wanted to wait a bit.

Dear Cho:

I'll meet you, on my birthday, in Glasgow. Check into a hotel, and I will apparate into your room. Make sure you tell me your hotel and room number.

-Harry

on the 30th of July, he got a letter back.

The Dirvish Inn, room 302. 10:45.

Now was the time for Harry to see her.

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Well, that's it for today. Sorry it took so long! I'm really sorry, I could have had it up yesterday, but fanfiction wasn't working. shaking fists in general direction of website.

Goddess Usagi: Of course. I've already written the story. All I'm really doing is typing and editing, which (surprisingly) takes the most time.

Lady of Masbolle: Wow. You are the only person who has reviewed all chapters. You rock! gives five to fav reviewer! Anyway... glad you liked it. Always glad that somebody acknowledges me... tear

Wow. I used a lot of actions there.

Oh well. I am in a very hyper mood. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up this weekend!

"Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out."

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