I own nothing, J K Rowling IS Harry Potter. All my 'ideas' are basically ripped from stuff I enjoy; Harry Potter (duh!), Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, Dragonball, The Matrix, The Lion King, 24, and anything else that even remotely looks far too creative for me to just make up! Don't say I didn't warn you alright!

I like writing angry-Harry, it's really fun (even if that bit was 'fake-angry')! Ah yes, now it starts to fit together. The next two chapters were the easiest to write, despite this one being a little short.

Chapter 27 – The Calculated Gamble

Harry had sent off his reply the next day to Daniel Anderson about attending the training camp. He'd written that he would be delighted to be given such an opportunity, and was surprised that they had selected him. Harry had managed to discuss the Lestrange incident with Remus like Trent had suggested. Remus told him that he would rather talk about it with him over the summer if he was still worried about it, and to try not to let it affect his schooling as Harry had other worries going on. Exams were coming up fast, and he was having a hard time keeping on top of his studies as well as spying on Voldemort.

He had finally mastered his ability to sense the magical aura of anyone he knew. Harry was also able to tell when someone was alone by counting the number of auras he could sense near the person he was concentrating on. He was alone in his dorm and was going over a letter he'd just written.

Dear friends,

By the time you read this, I will be gone. I have found where Voldemort is hiding and know he is alone. I'm sick of him coming after me. I want the advantage of surprise this time, and am ready to take matters into my own hands.

You all know I have to do this, so please understand. I've taken Peter with me; he's been helping me plan this since just before Christmas. In exchange for giving me several locations of Voldemort's hideouts, I helped him escape. I found out about Peter being at Hogwarts accidentally from Remus during my training in August.

Speaking of Remus, tell him not to worry about me. I fully intend to be the one who has control. I've told him about the prophecy, and he'll understand what I'm talking about.

To Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna; thanks for everything guys. You always stood by me through the worst of times, namely last year when everyone was gladly sticking knives in my back.

I sound like I'm not going to be coming back, don't I?

Well, I have to prepare for that eventuality. If I don't, you'll find another envelope at the bottom of my trunk which has a list of my possessions on it. I would prefer most of my money to go to the Weasley's and Remus. The rest can be used for Order purposes. My books should go to Hermione, Neville and Luna. Everything else can be split up however you want.

I think Hagrid summed it up best; 'what comes will come, and we'll meet it when it does.'

Remember that this was my choice to make, and mine alone. Please don't come after me.

Love,

Harry James Potter

Harry reread the letter again, before placing it into the envelope he'd addressed to Trent and Dumbledore, then putting it at the bottom of his trunk.

Harry's classes were going along very well indeed. He could easily beat everyone else in Duelling except for his Professors. He and Hermione were the top pairing in Potions. Harry was having no trouble with Transfiguration or Charms, regularly recording grades only slightly lower than Hermione's. Defence had been going exceptionally well. Harry was able to do everything Trent had taught them without the slightest bit of trouble.

The only subject Harry was having problems with was Wandless Magic. No one had yet been able to get enough power behind any of the spells Dobby was teaching them. However, all of them were able to produce wisps of coloured light, and Dobby had been elated with it. Harry was frustrated at not making any progress since Trent had taught him in the Spirit Room over Christmas, but both Dobby and Trent told him that he'd get better with practice.

Harry had stayed in the common room since lunch, intent in studying for his upcoming exams. He had skipped dinner to finish his Defence revision, and was about to start on some more Charms study, when he suddenly smiled. He got up and went into his dorm to check the map. He saw that Peter was alone in his cell, and after placing the letter he'd written earlier on his bed, he disappeared in a flash of orange light.

Peter looked up when he heard a 'pop' and saw Harry standing there. From the look on Harry's face, he knew what was going on. This was the moment they'd both been planning for.

"Right, now to get you out of there. Just grab onto me, and we can both apparate to where he's hiding."

Peter nodded. "So he's alone then. I hope this works."

"Don't worry, Peter, I know almost exactly what I'm doing" Harry grinned.

Peter grimaced. "You scare me, Harry. Are you absolutely sure that Hat put you in the right house?"

Harry just rolled his eyes and grabbed Peter's outstretched hand before vanishing in another bright flash of orange.

Trent was having a nice quiet chat with Dumbledore in Trent's office when Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Remus all burst in.

"Trent! It's Harry. He's gone!"

"What in Merlin's name are you babbling about, Remus?" Trent asked.

Ron spoke up "he wasn't anywhere in Gryffindor tower, and I found this on his bed."

He handed Trent an envelope with a scrawl that Trent instantly recognised as Harry's.

To be opened only by Trent Fuller or Albus Dumbledore

Trent ripped it open and read its contents. Everyone noted that Trent had gone somewhat pale while his eyes scanned the piece of parchment. Trent looked up, his eyes a little bloodshot.

"I don't believe it. He actually did it" Trent exclaimed, his voice strangely awed

"Did what, Trent!" Remus growled.

Trent slowly turned his head towards Remus before replying,

"He's gone after Voldemort."