Harry squinted his eyes as he awoke to the blinding sun, but it was not the sun that woke him up. It was a voice he knew well saying his name repetitively.

"Harry, Harry wake up," said Hermione as she grabbed his shoulders and began shaking him, "Were here Harry wake up."

"Where? Were here where?"

"What? Harry, were at the airport."

"Then it all clicked he and Hermione had taken a six hour non-stop flight to America on order by Dumbledore.

"Oh," Was all Harry said as he came to, and found the plane to be completely deserted, "How…How long was I out?"

"Huh," She laughed as she began pulling him off the plane with her, "About the whole six hours. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, yeah fine," The truth was Harry was feeling just a little bit worried. He wondered why Dumbledore had sent them, with such urgency, to America. It all started the day before. Harry had just sat down to eat his breakfast when Professor McGonagall came bustling over.

"Harry, Harry dear."

"Wh-What is it Professor?"

"You must go see the Headmaster immediately."

"But…why? What's wrong?"

"No, no time for that you must go now." She said as she pulled him from his chair and pushed him along towards the entrance of the Great Hall. What the hell was going on, and why was McGonagall in such a hurry? Harry was half way to Dumbledore's office when he realized he didn't know the password. He was just about to turn around when Dumbledore, himself, came around the corner.

"Harry, just the person I've been looking for," He said in his raspy voice, "Please walk with me." He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and slowly pushed him down the corridor.

It was at that time that Dumbledore told Harry of his plan, or at least half of it. Harry was to go to America by plane, since he was only just starting his sixth year he did not know how to apparate yet. He couldn't floo either, which he was quite happy about considering his previous attempt, because the distance was just too far. Once the plane had landed they were to meet with a woman, Leslie Walker, who was to then tell them the rest of the plan. Dumbledore didn't want Harry to go by himself so he sent Hermione along with him. Of course when Ron found out, he was less then happy. Hermione, though, somehow talked him into thinking it was a good thing he couldn't go.

"It's okay," Ron said when Harry tried to apologize, "I-I've got a lot of schoolwork to do anyway. You guys have fun." Harry would never have guessed that Ron would put schoolwork before…anything, ever. His attitude was so strange but Harry had little time to dwell on it, so he missed it when Ron glanced over at Hermione, and clumsily walked into the banister.

Harry and Hermione waited patiently for their luggage, it took a while but it gave Harry time to ponder over where they were to meet this Leslie woman.

"Harry," Hermione's voice penetrated through his mind and startled him, "Why do you think Dumbledore sent us here? It seems quite odd. I mean he made it seem quite urgent and yet he sent two students. Why not send a teacher?"

"I really don't know Hermione, but I doubt he would send us here unless he had a reason," Harry replied.

"It's a very perplexing situation. I do trust Dumbledore; he's the only person for whom I'd leave school, but his plans for us are so…unclear."

Now that she had mentioned it Harry did realized how vague the plans had been.

"Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not telling us exactly what we are doing here. I'm sure this Walker woman will clarify everything, right Hermione. Hermione?"

Harry, who until this point had his back to Hermione, realized she was not listening. Instead she was struggling with her luggage, which had somehow lodged itself between two sitting benches.

"Let me help." Harry said as he lifted it effortlessly and placed back on the ground, "Umm, Hermione where are we supposed to meet this Walker lady?"

"Thanks, I guess she's just going to have to find us. I mean it can't be very hard, you do have an owl with you."

"Yeah," he said noticing everyone around staring at them, embarrassed that he hadn't realized it himself, "I guess we are pretty obvious."

"Maybe we should wait by the entrance."

They both wheeled their luggage towards the arrival gate and waited. Harry noticed how Hermione struggled once again with her luggage. She must have packed heavy he thought. Being as they weren't told the amount of time they would be staying that was probably the smart thing. He, instead, packed light. He doubted Dumbledore would keep them out of school for long, especially so early in the term. After awhile Harry fell into a kind of daze, watching the passers by and taking notice of every detail. He judged by their clothing that wherever they were it was warm. Soon Hedwig knocked him out of his stupor with her squawking. She, it seemed was just as bored as him, and with every passing moment it became harder and harder for Harry to calm her down.

"Shh. Hedwig be quiet." Everyone's attention was once again directed at them, "Hedwig calm down."

"You must be Harry Potter."

"YOU SENT WHO?" Snape shouted in fury, "What the hell were you thinking sending him? Why don't you just draw Voldemort right to her."

"Now Severus calm down, you don't understand."

"Don't tell me to calm down this is-it's absurd. How could you send him and…and that annoying girl without telling me."

"I knew that you would act like this. I wanted to wait till they were gone to break the news," Albus Dumbledore put up a hand stopping Snape's response, "He's the only one she'll believe. Harry, whether or not you or I wish it, is at the forefront of this war. He is the only one who can kill Voldemort, and every person in the wizarding world knows it. She'll know it too. If Harry warns her, her conscience will force her to believe him."

"I-I, She was my responsibility. She was…"

"I know what you're feeling right now Professor, and trust me you will have plenty of responsibility once they get back.