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Chapter 1 – Letters and Mysterious Wizards

The moon shone brightly into the cluttered room of the Hogwarts Headmaster. With only the flickering light of the fire and the quiet snores of the portraits Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, staring at a sheet of parchment as he had often done during the past year. This piece of parchment was the one on which Harry Potter had written his farewell to all his friends and family almost a year ago. Today felt a little different from the other nights because today was Harry's birthday. Filled with memories of the boy he had failed Dumbledore picked up the parchment and began to read it yet again.

For the twinkling and all too often blind eyes of Albus Dumbledore,

I imagine that after you finish reading this letter you won't be altogether very pleased with me. I'd like to be able to say that I was sorry but that just wouldn't be true. You see, I'm leaving Privet Drive and likely all of England behind. I'm tired of being kept in the dark, I'm tired of being locked with people who would happily give everything they had to be done with me, and I'm tired of being used as your weapon.

I don't trust you Professor. I don't hate you anymore for ignoring me or for not telling me about the prophecy. I've come to grips with the fact that it wasn't your fault, my fault, or hell even Snape's fault that Sirius died. Voldemort and Lestrange are the ones to blame and I realize that. But I still don't trust you or your judgment anymore. You've just made to many mistakes for me to rely on you anymore.

I know that at this point you're probably thinking that I'm acting foolishly and childishly in putting myself in danger. You say that I must stay with the Dursley's because the family bond will protect me. You say that as long as I can call Privet Drive "home" then I'm protected. Well I can't call it home. I may be living there but it has never been a home to me.

I could go on about the Dursley's all day but I have neither the time nor the energy to dreg up all they have done to me over the years. I suppose I should get to the point. I know that I'm apart of the prophecy and that my job is to kill Voldemort. I will do this but on my terms. As you may have realized by this point I have been doing some learning this summer. I can mask my magical signature and have been training my self in spells and survival. Now I feel it's time for me to go out into the world and learning as much as I can. I won't be returning to Hogwarts and I encourage you not to waste your time and resources trying to find me and bring me back. You won't be successful. Not that I believe you will take that advice but I felt I should get it out of the way anyways. You need to trust that I know what I'm doing and will be safe.

The one thing I am sorry for is placing you in the position of having to tell the Weasley's what I've done. I think the most terrifying thing in the world is Molly Weasley when she's mad and I bet that if you put her up against the Death Eaters she could have them on their knees begging for forgiveness in seconds. Ginny Weasley also seems to be a close runner-up in the "People you really don't want to get mad contest" and if you get caught between the two of them my only advice is this: Run!

I've charmed this letter so that it will show a different message depending on who is reading it. Please make duplicates of the letter for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred & George, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Remus and Snape. Yes, there is a special message for Professor Snape but I beg that you don't let Mrs. Weasley see it. The language might cause her to......be a little cross with me.

I will be back, have faith in that. Take care Professor.

Harry Potter (a.k.a. the-boy-who-lived-elsewhere)

P.S. Don't you dare tell anyone what the prophecy is or you'll never see me again.

Professor Dumbledore allowed a small smile to come over his face. The varying reactions to Harry's individual letters had been interesting to say the least. Professor Snape had begun to sputter with fury less then halfway through the letter before he burnt it refusing to tell anyone what it said while going off and muttering about giving "so many detentions that his grandchildren will be scrubbing cauldrons.". Fred & George had felt that their letter was extremely amusing and after they finally managed to stop laughing had gone into a flurry of creation which had resulted in a prank item which caused the consumer to turn into a copy of Professor Snape in a pink dress. The poor victim would then begin to spit out phrases like, "15 points off of Gryffindor because I'm ugly." Or "50 points off Gryffindor because Harry Potter is such a sexy beast." These candies resulted in Professor Snape once more giving into fury and all students found carrying Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes were given detentions along with lectures on what he thought of those "disgusting and vile creations". Others had broken into tears after reading their letters and the smile disappeared from Dumbledore's face as he thought of the youngest Weasley who hadn't stopped crying for days afterwards and who for the past year had been rarely seen to be smiling or laughing.

The aged Headmaster gave one last sigh before placing the parchment on his desk once more and rising to his feet. He was almost late for an Order meeting and knew that he would have to leave soon in order to make it on time.

As he arrived at the house he was quickly drawn into a number of conversations with various Order members. All who had arrived were too engrossed in their own thoughts or conversations that as they had arrived no one had noticed a dark figure outside who had been observing the house and noting all their entrances. The figure, cloaked all in black with the hood covering his face, gave himself a small satisfied as he saw the Headmaster enter.

"I hope they're ready." Was all he said.

Miles away, a little outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, in a small house affectionately called "The Burrow" a young girl was caught up in her own thoughts about the missing Mr. Potter. Ginny Weasley, youngest of the Weasley bunch, was lying on her bed re-reading her own copy of Harry's farewell letter.

To the one whose eyes are as brown as a chocolate frog,

Hi Ginny. At this point I'm wondering if you're madder at me for leaving or for reminding you of that horrible poem your brothers sent me second year that you got blamed for. Probably the poem right?

Of all the people who I've written to and left behind I feel the worst about leaving you. After ignoring you until about the end of my fifth year I finally noticed you and now I've left. You are one of the most selfless people I've ever had the honor to call my friend and I don't know how you've put up with my letters for the past few weeks. You did though and somehow your words of encouragement have pulled me out of my depression like no one else could have. Since then we've been writing back and forth and I feel like I've gotten to know the real Ginny and not the one who blushed whenever she saw me while sticking her elbow in the butter. Now don't be mad, I know I promised I would never bring that up again but I'm just trying to illustrate my point and to emphasize how happy I am to have gotten the Ginny Weasley who could give the twins a run for their money and who won't put up with my brooding. I'm sorry that just after we've begun to form what I felt was a close friendship I'm abandoning you. I know it isn't fair of me and that you'll probably hate me but it's something I need to do.

I assume that you've been briefed on the fact that I've run away and that I won't be back for awhile while I seek out some training. I can't just hope that I'll be able to learn what I need to at Hogwarts and it will be safer for you all if I'm not around.

You are one my best friends Ginny and you've helped me so much. I hope that when I come back you can forgive me and that you'll still count me as a friend.

I will be back Ginny. You can count on that.

Love,

Harry.

P.S. See if you can get Ron and Hermione together. If I come back just to see them still dancing around each other I may just snap. Lock them in a broom closet or something and don't let them out until they've managed to tell each other how they feel.

Ginny gave a sniffling laugh as she always did whenever she read the last line. Her brother really was clueless and while Hermione was recognized as the smartest witch in school she wasn't as smart when it came to understanding her love for the red-haired prat. Ron had spent many hours nervously pacing and trying to come up with ways of telling Hermione how he felt but time and time again his Gryffindor courage would abandon him and he would spend a week muttering to himself about how "she could never like me back" before gathering his courage and beginning the whole cycle once more. Ginny had spent many nights locked in her room simply to gain some peace of mind from his constant "Hermione is so wonderful what could she ever see in me?" talk. Her darling brother may care a great deal for Hermione but that didn't make listening to him go on and on about her any fun.

Ginny found her thoughts returning to her own prat. The raven haired boy with emerald eyes that, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, she loved. 'Of course Harry will probably never feel the same way about me' she thought to herself, 'I was never more then Ron's little sister to him and then when I finally started making some progress at building a friendship with him he goes and runs off. Typical.' she gave a huff, crumpled up the letter and threw it into the garbage beside her bed and began to glare at the ceiling. After a few minutes she gave a sigh before reclaiming the letter and ironing out the wrinkles on it. It was almost time for her to get another copy of the letter because this one was becoming quite worn. She had gone through dozens of these letters having burnt them, thrown them away, or cried on them so often that the ink began to run. No matter how many times they were ruined she always got another one because as much as she hated to admit it she couldn't stop reading them. They gave her hope. Especially the ending. She didn't know if he meant what she hoped he meant when he signed it Love, Harry, 'but wouldn't it be great if he did mean it.' She sighed again. She rose from her bed and went to the open window and looked out at the stars.

"Come back Harry." She whispered into the night. "Please come back. I need you." She sniffed away another tear before lying down on her bed and drifting off dream of a boy she loved.

"Severus, if you could give us your report now please." Professor Dumbledore and the other gathered Order members directed their gaze to the Death Eater turned spy who rose to his feet before speaking.

"Since the Potter's disappearance," he said the name Potter as if it was a particularly disgusting ingredient for one of his potions "the Dark Lord has been somewhat hesitant to launch any full scale attacks. He fears some sort of trap and since he not been able to reach the boy's mind since whatever occurred at the Ministry he has as much of idea as us on where the boy could be. This is to say none at all. In the last few months however, he begun to resume the attacks that made him so feared during his first rise: Random muggle killings, witches and wizards found dead with the Dark Mark flying over head, disappearances, the whole bit. He seems to have decided that if Potter hasn't shown himself by now then he probably has no intention of doing so. For all we know he is correct and Potter is dead and never to return." Many angry mutterings were heard at this.

"Let us pray that is not the case Severus." Dumbledore said sadly. Snape's only response to those words was a sneer before continuing.

"As I was saying, he has begun his attacks once more with mixed results. Many of his first attacks met with little resistance and were successes but in the past two weeks many of the attacks have failed for unknown reasons. Squads of Death Eaters have gone on missions only to find their targets missing. On some occasions the Death Eaters are the ones who disappear leaving no trace behind. The Dark Lord is furious and had demanded that we find out what is happening and he suspects a traitor. As I am the only one spying on Voldemort that I'm aware of I can provide no reason for these failed missions though on occasions some of the Death Eaters have returned saying they thought they saw a cloaked figure watching them. One moment he would be there, the next gone. Voldemort believe they are just making excuses and takes great delights in punishing them for their mistakes." All assembled shuddered. "I'll keep listening for more information but I've been told very little recently. He trusts almost no one with his plans besides Malfoy and Lestrange." Having finished his report the Potions Master returned to his seat thus opening the topic up for discussion."

"Has anybody else heard anything about a mysterious wizard?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, an Auror for the Ministry, was the first to speak, "We haven't gotten any reports of mysterious wizards but there has been some strange things happening. For a little while suspected Death Eaters were just appearing in Ministry cells all by themselves." Kingsley gave a grunt of disgust "Course Fudge would always make us release them immediately saying that we had no right to be arresting innocent wizards without a shred of proof. Never mind the fact that none of us had done it and we all knew they were Death Eaters. After three or four times of this happening they just stopped appearing. As if whoever was putting them there realized it was pointless."

Dumbledore's brow furrowed in confusion, "Has anyone else noticed anything?"

"Some of the darker elements in Knockturn Alley have been talking. Their scared, really scared. Somebody has been going around and putting the fear of God into them. Thing is, no one knows whose doing it so everyone's suspicious of everyone else." Mundungus Fletcher, one of the seedier members of the Order, gave a sniff of disgust, "It's bad for business. No one's telling anyone anything and everyone's on edge. Just hope whoever is doing this is on our side." His words received many nods of agreement.

Dumbledore removed his spectacles and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Right. Everyone keep an ear out and report back if you can find out anything about this mysterious new player." He rose to his feet. "That's all for tonight." And with that the meeting was over. Some of the gathered witches and wizards left immediately while others formed small groups and shared thoughts on the meeting. Before long the only people left were Dumbledore, Snape, Remus, Moody, and Tonks. They had gathered together in the hall and after Dumbledore sent a quick locking charm at the door to make sure no one interrupted he turned to Remus. "Now that everyone's gone, Remus is there any word on Harry's whereabouts?"

Remus Lupin was not looking well. The full moon was coming soon and as always his condition caused him to be particularly worn and week in these days leading up to it. He shook his head, "Still nothing." Dumbledore took a moment to assess the werewolf's condition. Since Harry's disappearance Remus had been placed in charge of the search for Harry and while at first the mission had seemed to help him get over the loss of his last friend, Sirius, his failure at finding his friends godson had sent him into a deeper level of depression. "I just don't understand how this could be happening. He shouldn't have been able to just disappear like that."

Dumbledore sighed. "We must remember that Mr. Potter is a very resourceful young wizard and constantly surprises us. We must assume that he is still alive and well. While Voldemort seems to expect that Harry won't return if Harry had died I'm sure he would have made some sort of announcement to the effect that his greatest enemy was no more. We must just trust that Harry will return when he is ready. Until then we must continue to look while trying to determine the identity of this mysterious wizard."

As if his words had caused it to happen, the door swung open revealing a tall figure cloaked all in black.

The only sound was that of a resounding group jaw dropping. Somehow this man had managed to enter through a door that had been sealed by one of the powerful wizards in the world. The powerful wizard in question was the only one who managed to keep his cool. In fact the only sign that Professor Dumbledore was surprised at all was the raising of one eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" the stranger's question was tinged with the slightest bit of amusement.

His words seemed to cause them to snap out of their stupor and in an instant there were five wands pointing at him.

He laughed, "Now really, there's no need for that is there? Why don't you all put down your wands and we can discuss this like adults."

Not surprisingly this suggestion did not meet with much success.

"How about instead you keep your hands where we can see them and you explain just how exactly you found this place." Moody growled.

The stranger shrugged, "Have it your way." He brought his hands into the air before waving one of them and whispering something under his breath as he did so. Immediately seven wands came flying towards him to form a pile at his feet. "Well, well, well." He laughed, "It looks like some of you are carrying more then one wand. No matter, now that we have those pesky wands out of the way..."

A short cough from Dumbledore interrupted him. He looked up to see Dumbledore with his wand still calmly pointing at him. This seemed to throw him for a minute as if he couldn't understand how that could have happened.

"Hmmmm, well, that was interesting." He said under his breath. This time as he muttered something under his breath he waved both hands and the wand came flying. "There, that's better." He sounded quite satisfied with himself.

"Who do you think you are?" Snape sneered.

"Well Snape, right now I'd say I'm the wizard who was able to take eight wands away from five wizards in less then thirty seconds. Do you have a problem with that?" There was no sense of amusement left in his voice.

Snape paled slightly. Remus on the other hand was unable to completely contain his laughter at the site of his long time nemesis being cowed. He quickly turned his laughter into a cough as he observed the death glare being sent his way by Snape. After overcoming his "coughing fit" and, with a slight smile still on his face, he spoke up. "While I don't share the good professors attitude," he pointed to Snape, "I'm sure we would feel much more comfortable if we knew who we were speaking too." His words were met with nods of agreement from the others.

"Why Remus, I'm hurt that you don't recognize me." He appeared to be amused once more. "I suppose it's been awhile but honestly, I'm a little disappointed in you." He brought his hands up to the hood of his cloak and began to slowly lower it. After a couple of seconds he stopped let the hood settle back onto his head. "I'm sorry, but are you sure you don't recognize me? None of you?" They all shook there heads though Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be twinkling. The stranger turned to Snape, "You of all people must recognize me. Come on...10 points from Gryffindor for breathing? 50 points for reminding me of your father? Any of this ringing any bells?" He paused for a second before speaking again. "No idea who I am...Snivellus?"

Twin gasps came from Remus and Snape but while Remus's was one of shock and glee, Snape was furious.

"Y-y-you!" Snape seemed ready to attack the stranger bare-handed as he realized who was standing before him.

"There we go. Now he's got it." Tonks and Moody didn't get the Snivellus reference and were still confused as the stranger finally lowered his hood to reveal a pair of emerald green eyes looking at them from under a mop of messy black hair. He brushed the hair from his forehead to reveal a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"HARRY!!" Tonks squealed and promptly fell forward as Moody went crashing into her from behind.

A/N: Oh come on. You all know you love the cliffies. If I didn't leave you all wanting more then you wouldn't get excited about updates. Cliffies are good. Well, that's the end of that. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Review please.

Fine, if you're all going to be a babies and complain than I'll write more.

(Back to the Story)

While Harry had been playing around with the revelation of his identity Moody was struggling with his wooden leg. Sometime since the school year he had spent locked up in a trunk he had become even more paranoid about being attacked. His solution: Turn his wooden leg into a wand for emergency use. Now even if he lost his wand and back-up wand he would still be able to cast simple spells with his leg. His only problem was that when coming up with this plan he had never expected to come into contact with a summoning spell as powerful as Harry's. Ever since Harry had summoned all their wands his leg had tried to go as well. Thus, while Snape was being insulted and Remus was having his "coughing fit" Moody was trying as hard as he could to stop his leg from joining the pile of wands at Harry's feet and bringing him with it. When Tonks squealed out Harry's name Moody was momentarily distracted and the leg went flying. Tonks was unfortunately standing in-between Harry and Moody and as he went flying forward he knocked into her causing her to fall forward and crash into the ground.

Watching Tonks and Moody struggle to untangle themselves from the floor appeared to be too comical for some and soon the two struggling aurors were joined on the ground by the laughing forms of Harry and Remus.

Tonks blushed furiously as she rose to her feet muttering under her breath, "The one time someone else is clumsy they have to take me down with them. As if it doesn't happen enough." Unfortunately for Tonks these words were overheard and Harry and Remus into another fit of laughter. They finally managed to get control of themselves and rose under the combined glares of Tonks, Moody, and Snape, who was still smarting from the insults he had received earlier. It looked the Potions professor was about to explode. "Potter! What are you doing here? Tired of running away like the scared little child you are?"

He was confronted by a cool mask which seemed to have slipped over Harry's face hiding all emotions from those watching him. Locking gazes with Snape he responded in a cool tone that greatly unnerved the others in the group. "That's one Snape. I'm not the same boy you used to terrorize in Potions class. You'll get three warnings from me and after that I'll treat you like the Death Eater scum you used to be."

"Why you arrogant little..." Snape jumped forward with out-stretched hands with the intention of throttling the boy only to freeze suddenly in place. Harry was watching him with a slight smirk on his face, one hand raised palm facing towards the frozen wizard. "That's two. Don't push me." He took two steps to the left and lowered his hand thereby unfreezing Snape and sending him sprawling as he regained his momentum only to hit no resistance and fall to the floor.

Harry's smile found its way back onto his face. "As to why I'm here. I own this place don't I? That's what Sirius's Will said before I left. Aren't I allowed to visit my property once in awhile?"

Remus leapt forward and quickly enfolded the boy in a werewolf enhanced hug which caused his breath to come rushing out. "Thank God you're back Harry. What were you thinking? Do you have any idea how were worried we were about you? Molly nearly had a heart attack when you went missing."

Having just extracted himself from the hug, Harry paled slightly. "She's not here right now is she?" he glanced around furtively. As Remus shook his head he gave a sigh of relief. "I love Mrs. Weasley but when she gets going she's frightening. I imagine that by the time she got done with me I'd be heading for the hills again." His comment received some chuckling from the others.

"It seems that you are doing quite well Harry. May I assume that you are back for good?" Dumbledore's slightly raised eyebrow gave the impression that if the answer wasn't yes there would be some trouble.

Harry flashed him a smile. "I was thinking of sticking nearby for a little while. That shouldn't present itself as a problem should it?"

The twinkle in Dumbledore's eye was almost blinding. "Not at all. Your friends and Hogwarts will be quite happy to welcome you back."

Harry's smile was replaced with a frown. "I'm afraid that I won't be returning to Hogwarts this year. I'd also appreciate it if none of you tell my friends I'm back. They'll find out eventually but for now its better that we keep the number of people who know I'm back limited to those in this room.

It was Dumbledore's turn to frown and he gazed sternly at Harry. "I'm afraid that you must return to Hogwarts. It is the safest place for you and you must continue your magical learning. You'll have plenty to catch up on to make up for your year's absence."

Harry met Dumbledore's gaze and refused to budge. "I'm not going back Professor. While I respect your opinion you're wrong. Hogwarts has nothing left to teach me."

"Of course the stupid boy-who-lived strolls back into town and expects everyone to jump to do what he says. Always trying to get special attention just like your father. You have every last bit of his arrogance in you Potter." It seemed that being frozen in place and not left a lasting impression on Snape and he was quick to take another opportunity to insult his least favourite student.

Still keeping his eyes locked on Dumbledore's, Harry shot his hand out palm facing up and conjured a blue ball of energy. The ball of blue light went flying towards Snape and hit him in the chest sending him flying into the wall where he remained frozen. Still without moving his eyes Harry drew a dagger from a concealed sheaf and sent it flying at the frozen wizard where it came to a halt three inches from his throat.

Finally turning from Dumbledore's gaze Harry spoke calmly and slowly, "That's three Snape. No more warnings." The dagger moved from its position in front of the throat to slice through the fabric on the left arm of Snape's robes revealing the Dark Mark hidden underneath. "Anymore insults from you and all you'll be to me is a body with a Mark. Trust me when I say you don't want that." The dagger returned moved back to its place three inches from Snape's throat. "Why don't I just leave that there for a little while so you don't forget." And then as an after thought Harry added, "and I wouldn't recommend you struggle against the spell holding you. I'd hate it if I got distracted and lost my control." With that the dagger slid forward till it was pricking his neck before returning to its original position.

"Now where were we?" Harry said, scratching his chin as if deep in thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Oh I remember." And with that he turned and locked eyes with Dumbledore once more. "I was telling you that I'm not going back to Hogwarts."

"Harry, you need to be safe. Hogwarts is the best place for that." Remus pleaded. "I can't lose you too."

Harry turned from Dumbledore and his face softened as he spoke to the disheartened werewolf. "Moony, I'm sorry but Hogwarts isn't the place for me. I need to take the fight to Voldemort and I can't do that if I'm stuck at the school. Try and understand, I'm not a child you need to protect... or a tool." This last comment was directed towards Dumbledore who managed to refrain from wincing at the not so hidden resentment in the young man's voice.

"Harry..." Dumbledore tried to speak but was quickly interrupted. "No! I'm not going back. There's really nothing you can do to make me so why don't you just drop it." As Harry spoke the assembled group could feel the magical energy rippling off of him and they all knew that if Harry wasn't going to do something then even if they pooled their talents they still wouldn't be able to force him to so much as cough.

Dumbledore studied Harry for a moment longer taking in all the changes that had come over the boy in the past year. "Very well, if it is your wish not to return to Hogwarts then we will respect that." Remus, Tonks and Moody seemed to be in a state of shock that Dumbledore was just going to let Harry go. Remus opened his mouth to argue but was silenced by Dumbledore. "He's proved that we can't force him to do anything and if the magical power he has demonstrated so far is any indication then we must assume he can take care of himself." Only the twinkle in his eyes was an indication that he had an idea of how to deal with Harry. "If you don't mind Harry I have a request that I wish to discuss with you in private."

Clearly surprised that Dumbledore had agreed so easily, Harry simply nodded his head in agreement before following the Headmaster up the stairs and into the library.

The two wizards each found a seat in the library and Harry did the honours of putting up some privacy spells to keep their words from being overheard.

After a couple of minutes of analysing one another Dumbledore was the first to break the silence.

"May I assume from your new skills that you managed to find a teacher for yourself?"

Harry smirked slightly but was unable to completely hide the pain reflected in his eyes. "Yes I did." Was his only response.

"Would I be correct in assuming that those skills which you demonstrated downstairs are only the tip of the proverbial iceberg?"

With the same smirk Harry replied, "You might be."

The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes had almost reached blinding status. "In that case I have a proposition for you."

A/N: Okay, that's all you get. I know you still all hate me but I don't care. I know it's been a while between updates and I apologize. I wish I could write faster but I often seem to be encountering blocks as I try to put my ideas down into half-decent writing. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

Please pardon all spelling and grammar mistakes. I had to choose between posting this now or waiting for two or three days to get it beta read. I figured I'd already let you guys wait too long. Hope you don't mind and can excuse any error's

Now for some quick responses:

Kraeg 001: I have read The Art of Peace but I won't really be going in that direction.

GiGiFanFic: When I say long I'm hoping to be within that 25-30 chapter limit you were talking about but making those chapters a decent size. I'll try and update as quickly as possible even though I'll be writing more and splitting my time between two stories.

Lady of Masobolle: As you can see from this chapter Ginny would very much like it to be. As for what will happen in the future...

Geminia: You are absolutely right. Hedwig is a girl and I have no idea how I made that mistake. I think I've decided to blame it on...you know what? I've got nothing, it was all my fault and I wasn't paying attention. I won't make that mistake again. Hopefully.

Ters: I dislike waiting too so I always feel guilty when I haven't updated in a while. Glad to know you're enjoying both stories so far.

That's all the responses for now. Thanks to all who reviewed you all make me want to keep writing. Next chapter will feature the return of Harry's friends to Hogwarts and the introduction of a new teacher and subject. Do you guys have any preference on who you want teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts? I'm kinda torn between throwing in Tonks, Lupin, or Kingsley. Let me know who you think I should use.