Exit Harry Potter, Stage Left

July 31, 1998

It was still fairly early in the morning when three people suddenly appeared in front of #4 Privet Drive. If any of the other residents of the neighbourhood had been looking out of their windows or standing outside, the unusual trio would have caused them to stop whatever they were doing and stare.

Two of the people were in hooded cloaks and while that was unusual enough, the third with his long white beard and bright pink robe with unicorns and maidens on it, definitely didn't fit into this very normal neighbourhood.

"I can't believe you left him here, Albus." A female voice chastised him. "He was supposed to be raised by Sirius."

"That wasn't possible." Dumbledore countered, without giving any details. "This was the safest place for him, given that Petunia is his blood kin. She provided protection…"

"But no love." The unseen woman interrupted. "Knowing Petunia, she would've treated him like a werewolf is by the wizarding world, or even worse as a house elf."

"That wasn't as important as his safety." Dumbledore pointed out. "He was fine and I saw to it he had at least one friend on his way to Hogwarts. He made more friends among his yearmates."

"We can sort this out later, dear." The other unseen cloaked figure spoke up. "We'll make this up to him, you'll see. Right now, I just want to collect Harry and get out of here."

They walked up to the front door of #4 and knocked. An extremely overweight young man opened the door and after taking one look at Dumbledore, he slammed the door shut and they heard him through the door shouting, "Dad, some of those freaks are here."

"Freaks?" The cloaked man looked at his companions. "That boy is as big as a troll and we're freaks?"

Before either of his companions could comment, the door flew open and a man with a gun was filling the doorway. His face was red as he pointed the gun at them and demanded. "Get the hell off my property!"

"We've come for Harry Potter." Dumbledore told him, seemingly unphased by the sight of the weapon.

"Well, he's not here." Vernon Dursley bellowed, not moving from the doorway.

"What are you talking about?" Dumbledore asked. "I know this is #4 Privet Drive and I personally instructed Harry to remain with you until his eighteenth birthday."

"Well the ungrateful brat left sometime in the night and good riddance to him I say."

"You don't care that your nephew has disappeared without a word?" The cloaked man inquired.

Angry at these weirdoes for displaying their freakishness in front of his home and for daring to argue with him, Vernon Dursley didn't hear the ice in the man's voice, as he retorted. "Why should I? That brat's not my responsibility. We didn't ask to have him dumped on us and he's been nothing but trouble since he showed up."

Before the cloaked man could say anything else, an owl flew over and dropped a letter in front of Dumbledore.

The sight of the owl and the letter seemed to infuriate Dursley even more. "Take that," he gestured at the letter lying on the mat with his gun, "and get out of here! We don't hold with your freakishness here."

Without another word, he slammed the door hard, sending the letter flying, and they heard the locks click.

"Rude," the cloaked man commented as he went over and picked up the letter.

"Dursley always was a narrow-minded bigot." The woman told him as she and Dumbledore moved to join him. "Where is Harry? Could, Dursley have been lying about him being there?"

Before the older wizard could reply, the cloaked man asked, "Albus, who knew you were coming here today?"

"No one. I wanted Harry to be the first to get the news that you both were alive."

Dumbledore stared in surprise at the address on the envelope he'd been handed. The handwriting was unfamiliar.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

#4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The headmaster opened the letter cautiously, and when he saw the signature, he announced. "It's from Harry!"

"Does it say where he is?" The woman wanted to know. She appeared to be restraining herself from yanking the letter out of his hands and he skimmed the letter then re-read it more slowly.

"What does it say, Albus?" The man asked, pushing back the hood of his cloak to reveal a dark head of messy hair.

Dumbledore handed the letter to him, and both he and the woman who had also pushed the hood of her cloak back to reveal a head of red hair, crowded together to read it.

Dumbledore,

If you're reading this, then I was right & the only reason you wanted me to go back to the Dursley's, was so that you could spring another one of those secrets that you've been keeping from me all my life. As a result you've no doubt met my wonderful relatives, (Note the sarcasm!) who probably greeted you with either a gun, threats, or both & told you I wasn't there. Don't worry, nothing's happened to me (not that you care) & I didn't break my promise. I did stay with my obnoxious relatives, until my 18th birthday, but I left shortly after it arrived. You're probably asking yourself "Why didn't Harry tell anyone that he was leaving or even where he was going?", so you could stop me from going or else show up early & drop your little bombshell, further ruining my life.

I didn't tell the Weasley family for two reasons. As your other spies in my life, they definitely would have told you my plans. You're probably wondering how & when I figured out that the Weasley's had taken me into their family on your orders, well it was during the summer after Sirius died. I had a lot of time to think, given that you'd imprisoned me at the Dursley's again!!!

The other reason, why I didn't tell any of the Weasley's or even Hermione what my plans were, is quite simple. While they wrote to me several times after I returned to the Dursley's, none of them saw fit to tell me what Fudge was up to: Setting me up in the wizarding press & public opinion as the next Dark Lord. Nor did they speak up in my defence. (Neither did you come to think of it.)

For people who claimed to care about me during all the years I was going to Hogwarts, I find it a bit odd that it would stop now, but I guess since my purpose has been served, neither you nor they felt the need to keep me informed of things that directly affect my life. Especially given that you all KNOW that I have no direct contact with the Wizarding world when I'm stuck at the Dursley's, other than my so called 'friends'. Was I supposed to find out about Fudge's accusations when he showed up on the Dursley's doorstep with a squad of Aurors? I do wonder who Fudge is going to set up as the enemy, so that he can retain his position as Minister, now that I'm going?

The reason I didn't mention it to Remus, was not because I didn't trust him, -- I do with my life. He was the only one who saw to it that I was FULLY informed about what was going on in the wizarding world since I had to go back to the Dursley's. I know Remus wouldn't have betrayed my plans to you, because he knows I don't trust you & that I haven't since the end of my 5th year, but he might have accidentally let something slip to the Weasley's. He didn't know that I found out they were just keeping an eye on me on your orders, so he would've assumed they already knew, & tried to discuss this matter with them or Hermione.

You know you & Ron should play chess sometime. You're probably the only one who could beat him. I can personally attest to your skill as a tactician, as well as your ability to misdirect & manipulate people & events, given that I was your pawn for the last 17 years. You orchestrated all the major aspects of my life; from forcing me to live a hellish life with the Dursley's. (For which by the way you should get down on your knees & thank the deity of your choice that your actions, didn't wind up creating another Dark Lord. While you claimed at the end of fifth year that you knew you were condemning me to 10 dark and difficult years BEFORE I got my Hogwarts letter, you were wrong they weren't dark and difficult, THEY WERE HELL ON EARTH!!! The treatment I received at the hands of my so-called relatives was very similar to what Tom Riddle went through at the orphanage & no I am not going into details. You never bothered to check on how I was being treated while I was living there, so you DAMN well don't deserve to know now!)

By the way on the subject of the Dursley's & Blood protection magic, I have some information for you. Next time you feel compelled to hide a child with blood kin for 'their' protection, make sure the relations want the child. I found a very old book in a hidden library at Hogwarts that detailed the advantages & disadvantages of Blood protection magic. (And no I am not going to tell you where it is. You couldn't get into it anyway, since you aren't related to any of the Founders. Bet you didn't know that I'd found out another one of the secrets you'd been keeping from me) I wonder if that's where my mum found the spell she used, seeing as how she was related to 3 of the 4 Founders (She was apparently descended from squib lines of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, & Ravenclaw). I also found out part of the reason Riddle wanted to kill me & my family. He didn't want any pureblood competition for the Heir of Slytherin. The Potter family were some of the last descendants of Salazar Slytherin. I wonder if my dad knew. (This means my parselmouth ability didn't come from Voldemort as you claimed, it came from the Potter line, though I doubt any of them were aware of it.)

Anyway back to the subject of blood protection magic, I would get rid of whatever book you got that information out of because it's all WRONG! The one point I found very interesting in the book I read (and since it was an ancient book and you claimed this was ancient magic, I believe it over you, given that you having been lying to me for most of my life) about it was that in order for the protection to work the way you claimed it should, the Dursley's had to CARE about me. Well, we both know they didn't. They barely tolerated my existence. It did work, but because they were unwilling and only took me in to protect their own sorry arses, if Voldemort had REALLY wanted to he could have penetrated the very fragile wards that you CLAIMED was the STRONGEST PROTECTION I could have. And I won't even go into the fact that you SHOULD have removed me from their care after Tom got hold of my blood and therefore the protection that my mother left in me. That meant he could've walked right through those DAMN wards that were supposed to be protecting me. I suppose I should consider myself lucky that the Dursleys didn't want me dead, and that the Deatheaters didn't know where to find me, otherwise I probably would've been dead a long time ago.

Anyway, back to the subject of how you controlled my life. I have no doubt that you arranged my 1st meeting with the Weasley family at King's Cross Station though it took me a while to realise it. (Nearly 6 years) Mrs. Weasley's not so subtle comment about "packed with muggles" & her asking her children for the number of the Platform, was meant to get my attention.. Mrs. Weasley is not a scatter-brained woman. She's always managed to be on top of things. (She had to be raising Fred & George.) And given the fact that she had sent 5 children to Hogwarts prior to Ron, not to mention the fact that she had gone herself, meant that she wouldn't have forgotten the number of the Platform. Assuming that was the way they usually got on it. All that was done so that I could meet a wizarding family you approved of & one you already had under your control, given that, I have no doubt, Mr. Weasley was a member of the Order the first time Voldemort was around.

I also have no doubt, that during my 3rd year, if it hadn't been so important for you to retain my trust, you would have let Sirius be Kissed. But you had to keep control of your pawn, so you helped me to arrange Sirius' escape. On the run he couldn't interfere with how you were having me raised, so you were quite content with how things were. Not to mention, you had someone who could, if necessary, go into the dark parts of the wizarding world to act as a spy for you. I will not say that you arranged for Sirius' death during my 5th year but you did nothing to stop it once things were set in motion.

As I said earlier Dumbledore, I don't trust you & haven't since the end of my 5th year when you dropped the first of your "I've been keeping a secret" bombshells after Sirius was killed. It was at that point I began to realize that I was nothing more than a pawn in your war against Voldemort. Your protests & claims that you only kept silent so long because you'd began to care too much for me were just for show & to try & keep me under your thumb. If I'd had any options left open to me that didn't involve joining Riddle, you would have lost me right then, but you'd already made sure that there weren't any.

Well Voldemort is defeated & now you can all go back to your safe little hypocritical lives. I'll bet it was your intention after you dropped your bombshell, to put Wizard Harry back in his box so that you'd know where to find him in case you or someone else needed him to defend the wizarding world from some other dark menace. Well now you know that's not going to happen. This pawn's battle is done. He has defeated the opposing King & he is leaving the board for good.

You no longer control my life, Dumbledore.

I am leaving the wizarding world, TODAY. I intend to go somewhere where you won't be able to find me or interfere in my life ever again. I will finally have a chance to live my own life & make my own decisions.

Your former pawn,

Harry Potter

PS: You don't have to worry about what to do with #12 Grimmauld Place. Since it is now mine, I took care of it this morning & the muggles in the area never heard a thing.

"Dumbledore, what happened to our son? I can almost feel his rage toward you and the rest of the wizarding world. Just how much hell did he have to go through?" The dark-haired man growled as soon as he finished reading the letter. He had a lot more questions he wanted answered, but right now he just wanted to find his son. "Where would he have gone, Albus?"

"I don't know, James. If he hadn't mentioned no longer trusting the Weasley's, I would have said we should try the Burrow." Dumbledore told him calmly, not pleased with the way his plans had been disrupted. "We should be able to try a locator spell in just a little while. While the Blood protection magic has now failed, since Harry no longer views this place as home…"

"If he ever did." Lilly muttered.

Dumbledore looked at her reproachfully before continuing,. "The general protection spells, that were placed on him to keep a locater spell from working, are not due to go down until eight. So assuming Harry hasn't put up a blocking spell of his own, we should be able to find him."

Dumbledore could tell from the expressions on James and Lily's faces that they were not happy with this turn of events. It had taken a lot of persuasion and promises on his part, to convince the Potters to entrust their infant son into his care, when word had come that Voldemort intended to kill them. While he hadn't wanted to lose the services of a talented witch and wizard in the fight against Voldemort, he definitely couldn't afford to lose track of either child who fit the prophecy.

When the Potters had agreed reluctantly to leave Harry in his care, it had been with the understanding that, if he wasn't the child the prophecy spoke of, he would be returned to them. And if he was the child of the prophecy spoke of, they insisted on being reunited with him, after he defeated Voldemort.

The problem now was to find Harry so he could keep his promise to reunite them. He hadn't expected the boy to pull this disappearing act. He had thought young Potter was still under his control, but it appeared as though the boy had managed to fool him. Not an easy thing to do, he admitted to himself, but then he hadn't tried to delve into the boy's mind to find out what he was thinking after the end of his fifth year. Partly because he hadn't wanted to deal with the anger and fury Harry was feeling toward the wizarding world and him in particular, and partly because he didn't want to risk leaving himself open to attack. If Voldemort became aware of his intrusion into the boy's mind he might decide to attack, using Harry's mind as the battleground.

By the time Harry had returned to Hogwarts for his sixth year, everything seemed to be back to normal, so he had 'let sleeping dogs lie' as the muggles would say. Young Potter had been somewhat subdued, but Dumbledore had expected that, given how much Harry had loved his godfather for the all too brief time he had him.

The openness and friendliness that young Potter had shown toward others had also been noticeably absent. Dumbledore had missed the easy rapport he had shared with Harry. The young man no longer sought him out with problems or questions and whenever they had met, Harry was civil to him, but that was all. Any attempts by the Headmaster to find out how Potter was doing were met with 'fine' and an expressionless face. It had irritated him that Snape got more of a reaction out of the boy than he did.

He had even noticed a definite distance between Harry and his best friends, but had put down to the growing attraction between Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger that was leaving Harry more and more on the outside, as well as Harry's well-known desire not to have anyone else made a target because of him.

Dumbledore hadn't done anything to discourage him from isolating himself because he knew that in the end young Potter would be facing Voldemort alone and needed Harry to rely only on himself.

"Did you really arrange the first meeting between the Weasley's and my son just so they could spy on him?" Lily wanted to know.

"Yes, I did arrange the first meeting between them, but not with the intent of having them spy on Harry. And I wouldn't call it spying, more like keeping an eye on him. He is a lot like you, James, in one respect. If there is trouble around he would find it or it would find him. It was useful having extra eyes and ears on your son, but that came later." The old wizard admitted. "You see, I knew Harry was going to be a powerful wizard and with the dark magic he had absorbed from Voldemort the night he survived the Killing Curse, I knew there was a chance the Sorting Hat might put him in Slytherin. While I couldn't influence the hat directly, I know that to a certain extent, students can, if there is more than one house that would be right for them so I wanted Harry to decide against Slytherin. I arranged for Hagrid to take him to get his supplies the first time, knowing that Hagrid would make him very aware of the dark tendencies of Slytherin house, as well as who supposedly killed you. I also arranged for the Weasley's to 'accidentally' encounter Harry at King's Cross and insured that at least one of them would ride up on the train with him. That turned out to be Ron who was also starting his first year. The thing that insured he didn't wind up in Slytherin though, was Draco Malfoy and the bigotry he was spouting about Muggles and certain wizarding families like Ron's. Molly and Arthur only began keeping an eye on him over the summers and through the rest of the year after the Weasley boys rescued Harry from the Dursley's the summer before his second year. Molly let me know what the boys had done and wanted to know what she should do. Since she was willing to take Harry in, I arranged things so they could keep Harry at least part of the summer and paid them for the extra expenses they incurred by having Harry in their home and in return they kept an eye on him for me when he was away from Hogwarts and let me know what he was up to."

"What does Harry mean when he says Fudge is setting him up as the next Dark Lord?" Lily inquired.

"I forgot you don't get the Daily Prophet in America," Dumbledore commented, "As you may or may not know, Fudge became Minister of Magic shortly after Voldemort's first defeat by Harry. He's up for re-election and has a rather precarious hold on his power and position. Because of his denial of Voldemort's return, his popularity isn't all that great, so now he trying to be seen as doing something to stop another potential Dark Lord from rising. Since Harry's second year, when it was discovered he was a parselmouth, there have been a number of rumours floating around about him being a possibly Dark Wizard and Fudge has been playing on the people's fears in the Wizarding press, to convince them that Harry intends to become the next Dark Lord and pick up where Voldemort left off."

He looked apologetic. "I'm afraid, I'm partly to blame for his success in destroying Harry's reputation. By insisting that Harry return here, so that I would be able to bring you three together without an audience, he seemed to disappear from sight. Only those who knew his location were able to contact him. With the spells that were placed around the Dursley house when he was a baby, Harry is not traceable while he is residing here, nor is he really able to have much contact with the wizarding world. Fudge knew that and took advantage of it. When the wizarding public couldn't see or contact their hero, it made Fudge's lies and half-truths more believable."

"Why didn't you say anything?" James demanded to know. "You knew what Fudge was up to, so why didn't you defend Harry?"

"I meant to," Dumbledore admitted, "but events got away from me."

"We'll deal with the Fudge issue later." Lily promised her husband and from the look on her face Dumbledore almost felt sorry for Fudge. Almost. Lily's temper was much worse than her son's when she let go, because like him she would put up with a lot, before finally exploding. Dumbledore quickly hid the small smile he had at the thought of Lilly tearing into Fudge, when she turned her attention back to him. "I have a few more questions for you old man. Did you really just leave Harry with my sister and never bother to check up on him. You knew she hated anything to do with the Wizarding world, so what made you think she was going to treat my son with anything but contempt."

"We didn't dare risk anyone from the wizarding world knowing where the boy was being kept and regular or even irregular visits by the Order or even the Ministry would have tipped someone off whether it was the press, or Deatheaters, because sooner or later they would have figured it out that something important was being hidden in a muggle neighbourhood in Surrey. And at that time there was only one really big secret in the Wizarding world 'Where is Harry Potter?'." Dumbledore defended his actions. "I had Arabella Figg in the area to keep an eye on him. She would have told me if there were anything wrong or if the Dursley's were mistreating the boy."

"A squib!" Lily yelled. "While I have nothing against Arabella, she would've had no legitimate reason to spend time in the house and no magical way to get in to check on him. Petunia and Vernon are very good at hiding things they don't want seen. If no one from the wizarding world ever bothered to check up on my son in the light of day, or even the dark of night, then after a while, they would have felt safe and convinced that they could do anything they wanted to Harry and you would do nothing to stop them. And it's quite clear from my son's letter that he went through hell in that house. Why didn't you check on him, Dumbledore?! We trusted you with our son and now we find out you literally abandoned him to a family of bigoted muggles, until it was time for him to go to Hogwarts!"

"Lily, while I would love to settle this with Dumbledore right now, we need to find Harry, before he does disappear somewhere where we can never find him." James spoke up before Dumbledore could say anything, trying to calm his wife's formidable temper. The last thing they needed right now was a blatant display of magic on a muggle street.

"We aren't done with this, Dumbledore." Lily promised. "Now are the wards down?"

Dumbledore checked his watch. "They should be."

Lily tapped the back of the envelope that Harry's letter had come in with her wand and said, "Locus Harry James Potter."

A few moments later two words appeared: Diagon Alley. After James and Lily pulled up the hoods of their cloaks, three faint popping noises were heard, as the magical visitors left Privet Drive for Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley

Dumbledore and the Potters apparated into the small courtyard behind the Leaky Cauldron that was the entrance to Diagon Alley. Lily impatiently tapped the bricks to open the wall. It was extremely crowded today, with parents and children buying their things for Hogwarts.

"It'll take too long if we go store by store, considering this crowd, so where do you want to start?" Dumbledore asked.

"Gringotts." Lily replied without hesitation. "If I were leaving, I would want money to travel on. He's probably going to empty the vaults we left here for his needs."

"He also has the monies he inherited from Sirius." Dumbledore told her. "If he really has no intention of ever returning to the wizarding world, then he would want to make sure those were dealt with as well. Harry will no doubt be making arrangements for Remus' needs, since he values the man as both teacher and friend, but that would take a little time to set up, even for the goblins."

"Let's go," James started toward the white marble building at the other end of Diagon Alley.

They were halfway to Gringotts when a strong wind blew up causing the debris to swirl around and dark clouds filled the sky so that it almost looked like night. A few moments later lightening began forking across the sky and there were rumbles of thunder. The only thing missing was the rain.

"People of the wizarding world, may I have your attention please?" A magically magnified voice called through Diagon Alley.

"That's Harry!" Dumbledore stopped stunned for a moment.

"But where is he?" Lily demanded. She couldn't find the source because of the way it was echoing in the narrow confines of the Alley.

"Gringotts." James announced, looking at the people who were beginning to crowd around in front of it.

They tried to make their way to the front of the crowd, but were making no headway against the sudden swell of people, so James pulled out his wand and pointing it in front of him, muttered, "Creo Illac."

A small path opened up. Lily and Dumbledore followed him as he moved quickly toward the front. What they found when they got to the front, was The-Boy-Who-Lived standing on the steps of Gringotts, and the area around him seemed to be free of wind and lightening. The closer you got to the steps the more intense the wind and lightening became and most people were having a hard time staying on their feet. Dumbledore knew the storm was intended to keep the Aurors who were trying to reach Harry at bay, until he finished what he had come to do.

"I am leaving this world today, but before I go, I wanted to leave a present for all the prejudiced, hypocritical, narrow-minded, people who have made my life hell for the last 17 years." Harry announced his voice still magically magnified. "A gift to remind you of the truth you would all prefer to forget. You cling to your prejudices, never bothering to find out about the people you hurt with them. You prefer to live in your nice safe little cocoons and believing you're better than muggles because you have magic. Well you're not. In fact you are partly to blame for Voldemort's existence in the first place."

There was a huge flinch in the crowd at the mention of Voldemort's name that made Harry sneer at them. "Oh, please, the bastard is dead and this time he won't be coming back, but he might not have existed if someone in the wizarding world had bothered to take an orphaned half-blood boy into their home and show him some love. Instead what did the wizarding world do, they sent Tom Riddle or should I say Voldemort back to the orphanage he lived at every year after he finished Hogwarts. Secure in their belief that a half-blood was not their problem even though he had no family claiming him. Let the Muggle world take of him, why should we. In that muggle orphanage, he was beaten and abused because he was different. Because he could do Magic. You also ignored my situation, preferring to believe the Ministry lies and the wizarding press. I mean it's not like they ever lied about anybody or anything. Oh no the Ministry and the Daily Prophet are all shining examples of truth and honour." You could practically hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice "But God forbid, any of you or your Ministry should ever bother to check up on the Bloody Boy-Who-Lived. No you preferred to keep your cosy little assumptions, that my life was perfect, that I had everything I wanted handed to me on a silver platter by my Muggle relations, so that nothing would disturb your nice ordered little world. But I'm here to tell you, my life was almost exactly like Tom's. I had no love from my family, only contempt, beatings, and abuse and every year I was sent back to that hell. You preferred to believe the lies and half truths you were fed by the Ministry and papers like the Daily Prophet, instead of thinking and figuring out the truth for yourselves. Voldemort was alive and wreaking havoc a year before Fudge finally admitted the truth, and it took Voldemort practically getting in his face for that to happen. Instead Fudge spent a year trying to destroy me even going so far as to allow one of his aides; Delores Umbridge to set two dementors on me in hopes of either killing me with the Kiss, or getting me expelled for using magic to defend myself. I won't even begin to go into all the lies that Fudge has been telling about me this past summer to try and keep his job as Minister. Well you all deserve each other. And I have no doubt that you will create another Dark Lord within the next 20-30 years, because you won't have learned your lessons from this one, but at least I won't be here to have to worry about it."

"Harry," Dumbledore spoke up his voice also now magnified. "This isn't necessary. You don't have to leave us."

Harry just clapped his hands before saying, "well if it isn't the master manipulator, Albus Dumbledore. Did you get my letter?"

"Yes, I did, and I'm sorry for all you went through, but you don't have to leave the wizarding world." Dumbledore tried to delay him long enough so that the storm spell would cease. It couldn't be maintained for much longer and once it was down they could get Harry out of here and things could get back on track. "We need to talk, Harry. There are things you need to know. You have a place here."

"I am tired of your lies, your secrets, and your manipulations, old man. There is nothing you have to say that I want to hear." Harry countered. "As for having a place here, no I don't. You, Fudge, and the narrow-minded wizarding world have seen to that."

The clock on tower of Gringotts began striking nine.

"Time for me to go." Harry pointed his wand toward his throat and said, "quietus." Then he pointed his wand toward the ground on his left and said words that none of them could hear because of the wind.

A glowing archway appeared and Harry started to step through it, but turned back and cancelled the storm, before pointing his wand at the ground in front of the steps leading to Gringotts and saying, "Monimentum, Verax Sentio, Aveus."

The ground rumbled slightly as Harry stepped through the archway and before James could reach him, it vanished. A moment later a gleaming white monument appeared, where Harry had pointed his wand.

Creo Illac - make path

Monimentum - Monument

Verax Sentio - speaking and feeling the truth

Aveus - eternity

Just a quick question. Do you want to see the letters he sent to Remus, Snape, Ron and the others? Let me know, because if you don't then the next chapter will be in the Stargate Universe.

(AN: Answers to questions asked in the reviews can be found in the Loprogue. Usually after the next update.)