Chapter 5: Major Trouble

"How are we getting back," I whispered to Draco. Voldermort had just allowed me to leave, telling Draco to take me back. I didn't have any clue how, but I figured it'd look weird if I entered the school with him standing right next to me. He agreed and we were walking back, until we came to where two portkeys had been set up that would take each of us right outside the school grounds, at different places and different times. I knew how, I was just trying to start conversation, because there had been a very long and awkward silence, and I had wanted to break it.

Draco sighed, knowing that I knew what was going to happen. He didn't say anything and the silence stretched on. I looked over at him and gave him a pleading look to talk, even though he wasn't look. I couldn't take silence. I decided to not talk after a while and allowed my mind to wander onto what I was supposed to accomplish. Retrieving the book that resided somewhere in Professor Dumbledore's possession, or another order members. I couldn't be sure. I had been informed of the name, and what it looked like, although I guessed that it would be spelled to look and read nothing like it.

The rest of the walk was dead silent; both of us lost in our own thoughts. We stopped just outside the house that had held me captive, and looked around. Draco spotted the objects that we had been informed would be waiting for us and pointed to them, wordlessly.

"Which ones mine then?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Pick one," he said simply. I sighed and bent down, grabbing one once I was bent down enough. Draco grabbed the other one, and we awaited our departure. After a couple of minutes passed, it activated and I felt a lurching sensation, knowing instantly that it was taking me back to Hogwarts. I opened my eyes, which I had shut as soon as I had felt the sensation, and looked around. I was right outside the front gate. I smiled slightly and walked over to it, pushing it slightly open as I reached it. I quickly opened it all the way and started running up to the castle.

When I reached the front doors I was panting and holding my thigh, which was hurting quit badly from the long run up to the castle. I pulled open the door and headed in. I heard voices in the great hall, but avoided it and headed up to the Gryffindor common room. I didn't want to have to talk to Ron or Hermione, so I just headed straight up to the dormitory and collapsed on the bed, falling into a semi uneasy sleep.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" someone screamed and I was jolted awake and sprang up in bed. "What in bloody hell happened?"

I looked at the source of the commotion and the person who had awoken me from my very peaceful dream. In doing so, a pain shot through my head, as I banged it on something.

"Ow," I said rubbing it. I looked up again and met the eyes of Ron. "What'd ya do that for?" I asked still rubbing my head.

"DO WHAT!" he screamed. "WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!"

"Calm down," I said rolling my eyes, "Jeez, you're acting like my mother."

"Well," he said placing his hands on his hips and glaring at me.

"Well what?"

"What happened to you. Everyone was knocked out including McGonagall, but when we came to, you were gone. Explanation time. You've been gone for a week."

I rolled my eyes slightly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I whispered, chuckling slightly.

"Dumbledore was about ready to kill you when we actually found out where you where."

"Calm down Ron. I'm safe aren't I? It doesn't matter where I was or what I was doing. Just calm down, it's not your problem."

Ron glared at me slightly, but gave up and sighed. "Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office ASAP."

"Thanks Ron," I said sighing slightly and getting up to go and see him.

When I arrived at his office, I muttered the password and practically ran up the stairs as quietly as I possibly could. When I reached the door, I knocked and heard a muffled 'come in'. I opened the door and entered the office. I looked over at Fawkes and smiled slightly at seeing the beautiful bird.

"Ron informed me that you wanted to see me," I said as I entered the office. I regretted coming almost instantly as he said his first statement.

"What have you been up to Mr. Potter," he said revealing no emotion, not that he had to. "I would like to be informed of your whereabouts for the past week, since they where not in this school, I expect to be informed of them.

I sighed slightly, knowing I'd have to tell him something, but I wasn't able to bring myself to say anything. I stood there, dead silent for a few minutes. After taking the silence for a few minutes Professor Dumbledore signaled for me to take a seat in a chair. I reluctantly sat down and waited for something, anything other than silence.

"Everyone would like to know where you where, Mr. Potter," was all he said before going dead silent again, awaiting an answer he was positive would come.

"I can't tell you," I said quietly, looking him in the eye and revealing no emotion whatsoever. He wasn't able to keep the shock off his face, and I saw it quit clearly.

"What," was all he said before anger started to flare inside him, or so I guessed. "You will tell me, Harry," he said quietly, but it was a deadly whisper.

"I'm sorry Professor, but I just can't," I said smirking slightly at his reaction.

"Do you think this is funny, Mr. Potter," he said getting even more angry at seeing the smirk on my face.

"No Professor, but I am afraid that I cannot tell you where I have been, since I don't really know myself," I said choosing my words very carefully.

He considered my words for a minute and calmed down slightly. He nodded ever so slightly and came to a conclusion. "Fine, you don't want to tell me. You don't have to. But let me tell you, that I do not like secrets and you have been acting very strangely lately Harry. Ron and Hermione have both informed me of that, and I have also noticed it myself. What is up with you lately Harry? Has something happened?" he said all this in only a couple breaths and I could tell instantly that he was just trying to get information from me and didn't really care about what was going on.

I could barely keep a frown off my face. I bit my lip to try and assist in stopping the frown. I sighed slightly and looked him in the eye again, because my head had dropped slightly and our eye contact had been broken.

"Maybe some other time I'll tell ya," I said raising an eyebrow. "Unless there is some reason you need to know now, Professor."

"Very well Mr. Potter," he said agitated, "tell me when you are ready. With that he turned around and I took it as I was dismissed. I quickly left, before I could be asked something else I didn't feel like answering. On my way out of the office, my eyes fell on a self that was home to a series different books. I slowed down slightly as I looked at the different books. My eyes rested on one and I almost stopped in my tracks. There, on the top self was the book I was supposed to retrieve. I quickly left, before Dumbledore looked around and saw my face. I'd get it later. When exactly, I didn't know and wasn't sure if I'd know when I actually did try and retrieve it.

When I was out of his office and back in the hall, I sighed slightly, a sigh of relief, and walked back to the Gryffindor common room. I was almost positive that I would be bombarded with questions from Ron, Hermione, and anyone else who was in any way related with the order, possibly others too. I sighed at the portrait of the fat lady, said the password, and walked in embracing myself for what was coming next, tons and tons of questions about what had happened.