The Tale of an Unknown Hero

Disclaimer: Do you really think I own this. Well I don't, unless I'm really J.K. Rowling in disguise. Now how many books did she say she'd write? 7, that's right, not counting those books for charity. Please don't sue me, I'm not worth much.

Warning: There are some swear words.

Chapter2: The Truth is Unwillingly Given

"Mum you have to tell him, now," said Dudley the minute they entered their house.

"Tell who, what, Dear?" asked his mother kindly

"You have to tell Harry the truth?"

Petunia got a worried look on her face but asked Dudley, "The truth about what?" Harry said that he wanted to know the same thing.

"You have to tell him the truth about what he is and about all those letters."

"Dudley, that was along time ago and has nothing to do with the present."

"But it does mother someone is after Harry."

"What? No, not after all these years," Petunia said to herself

"Could someone please tell me what is going on? Who is after me, that Draco kid? And what does that have to do with those letters? Were they after me then, too?" Harry asked

"Vernon, Vernon, come here quick," Petunia screeched, her voice was full of panic.

Vernon ran down the stairs afraid something was hurting his wife. When he saw nothing there he demanded to know what was going on and why she was having such a fit.

"They are after him again, Vernon, they are trying to ruin our lives," she screeched.

"What, no I won't allow it. Harry, I'm sorry but you'll have to go. I don't care where, the US would be best, maybe we'll visit you there," Vernon said gruffly.

"Dad, you can't do that," said Dudley

"Well, he can't stay here, now can he?"

"Vernon, you remember what happened last time, they came after us," said Petunia, "Maybe we should all go to the US, stay there till the heat dies down."

"You're right, that is the best plan of action. Everyone pack your bags, I'll get us a flight."

"Once again I must ask, who is after me?" asked Harry

"Dad, he has got to know, all of us already do," said Dudley

"And how do you know?" Vernon asked his son.

"I found one of the letters under the couch one day," said Dudley, "and I read it. I can't believe you never told him, Dad."

"It was for his and our protection I assure you."

"Could someone please tell me what is going on?" yelled Harry

"Harry, they lied to you," said Dudley

"What do you mean?"

"Dad, can I tell him?"

"Tell him while you pack," said Vernon in defeat.

The two of them and Petunia walked up the stairs and to their rooms. Harry packed quickly and was soon standing next to Dudley in his room.

"Tell me, now!" demanded Harry

"Harry, I don't know much, but you're a wizard," said Dudley

"Duds, stop kidding around."

"You are, Harry and you were supposed to go to a special school."

"What?" Harry said in disbelief

"It's true."

"But how, why?"

"I don't know Harry but apparently you are a wizard."

"Whoa, this is just a little hard to believe," said Harry, sitting down on Dudley's bed. Dudley sat down next to him and patted him on the back.

"Did you tell him Dudley?" asked Petunia

"I told him what I know," said Dudley

"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Harry, his voice quivering

"There are a few reasons but the main one is that I didn't want to lose you or anyone else like I lost your mum," said Petunia

"What does losing my mum have to do with anything, she died in a car accident, didn't she?"

"No, she died because she was fighting some dark wizard."

"So you lied to me about that, too?"

"It was for your own safety, Dear."

"I see," said Harry down heartedly.

"I'll explain the rest on the plane, now lets go."

They went down stairs and followed Vernon out the door and into the car. Just as they were leaving Dumbledore and his spy appeared. They saw the car drive away and Dumbledore conjured up a car and followed close behind. They arrived at an airport and were pleased to see that Harry was still safe. Since they didn't have tickets for a flight Dumbledore conjured up one for his spy and went back to Hogwarts to inform the Order that they had found Harry. His spy followed the Dursleys and Harry onto the plane.

"Hey, Harry," said Dudley, as he shook his cousin awake

"5 more minutes," whined Harry

Deciding not to remind Harry just yet of everything that had happened the night before, Dudley let Harry sleep till the plane landed. Harry had so much pain and fear in his eyes, that it scared Dudley a bit. He hadn't seen Harry like this since they were little.

"You all right?" asked Dudley

"Ya, I'll be alright," responded Harry, "So, where are we anyway?"

"Pittsburgh, PA"

"Oh, I thought it looked familiar," said Harry

They caught a cab to a hotel in the city and once they got a room Harry and Dudley were allowed out to explore. Dudley had learned on the plane from his parents that the wizards weren't able to find Harry here so they should be safe. They were to report back to the hotel immediately if they saw anything suspicious.

Harry showed Dudley all the places he had visited the last time he was in Pittsburgh. When they reached a department store called Kaufmanns, a little girl who looked about 12 stopped and stared at them.

Harry said, "Hello, who are you?"

"My name is Sarah and I can only tell you that since you are still a kid, technically. Are you English?" asked Sarah

"Why yes we are and how can you tell we are still kids?"

"You look it, you're a teenager."

"Well, yes I am and where is your mommy?"

Sarah looked around and said, "Oh, I lost her, bye."

"Wait, do you need help?"

"Um, probably not but could you come anyway."

"Of course, come on Duds," said Harry as he followed Sarah in to Kaufmanns.

"She should probably be around here somewhere," said Sarah

They walk a few moments before they found Sarah's mother and brother.

"Oh, Sarah, there you are. You shouldn't walk away like that," her mother said

"I didn't mom you did, I was looking at something."

"And what were you looking at?"

"These to boys, um, what are your names?"

"I'm Harry and this is Dudley," said Harry

"Oh, thank you for bringing Sarah back to me. Believe me I don't usually let her walk around alone, she is only 9."

"Oh, no thanks needed, she found you on her own we just kept her company," said Harry. "Is she really only 9 she looks 12 at least."

"She does look old for her age, doesn't she? But yes she is only 9."

"I'll be 10 in October," Sarah said

"Good for you," said Harry, "Well, goodbye, Sarah, it was nice meeting you." He extended his hand to her. She took it and they shook.

"Goodbye, Harry. Goodbye, Dudley."

"Goodbye, Sarah," said Dudley shaking her hand. They then departed from Sarah and her family.

While all this was taking place Dumbledore's spy was watching the two boys with interest. 'So this is where Harry Potter has been hiding all this time.' She thought to herself. As the boys got into an elevator she hoped that they were going to a level with clothes on it because she definitely was not wearing clothes meant for this hot of weather. She called out for them to hold it and they did much to her surprise, she thought they would have told her one would be coming soon.

"Thanks," she panted

"You're welcome," said Harry, "Aren't you hot?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, kind of. My boss sent me here last minute and I didn't have time to get proper clothing. Speaking of which would you happen to know which level I should get off for that?"

Harry looked at her a moment, then up at a little sign that said what was on what level. "You should try level 4," he said

"Thanks," she said

"Aren't you a little young for a job?" Harry asked, the girl she couldn't be more than 16 or 17.

"Not really, I just have a lot of initiative."

"Oh, um, here is your floor," said Harry

"Thanks," she said again, and got off. Harry followed.

"Since you had to come here so sudden you wouldn't have any US money would you?" Harry asked, catching the girl by surprise.

"You're right I don't have any," she admitted, "Wanna trade?" She got out some British money and held it out in her hand.

"You really shouldn't hold your money out in the open like that, there are pickpockets in the world," Harry told her.

"I guess you're right but you're not one, right?"

"No, I'm not but you wouldn't know that if I hadn't told you and even then I may have been lying."

"I guess so."

"How about I help you out? You pick out the clothes then I give you the money you need."

"Sure, thanks," said the girl her eyes lighting up.

They looked around with the girl helping her pick out things and while there they saw Sarah, again. She went up to them and they talked to her for a little till her mother was done shopping for her brother, and then they bid her ado.

"I think that little girl likes you," said the spy

"You think so?" said Harry

"Defiantly," said Dudley

"I have everything I need, I think," said the girl

"Ok, um, what is your name?" asked Harry

"Oh, it's Ginny," she said, "and you are?"

"Harry and this is Dudley."

"Nice to meet you," she said pushing some strands of brassy red hair behind her ear.

"Nice to meet you, too," said Harry

"I don't think Sarah is the only person who likes someone around here," whispered Dudley in Harry's ear. Harry swatted him away.

They went to the register and paid for Ginny's clothes. Then, took an elevator up to the food court. Ginny and Harry were talking the whole way through lunch and much to Dudley's surprise, Harry actually asked Ginny for her number, which she gave away with out a second thought.

"Um, Harry," Dudley tried to get his cousin's attention.

"Yes," Harry said is a soft voice

"What about Vicky?" he whispered to his cousin.

Harry's stiffened up, what was he thinking, he had a girlfriend and she'd surely kill him when she found out what happened.

"Could you excuse me," Harry said quickly, standing up and walking a few steps before realizing that his cell phone wouldn't work in this building. He then rushed off in search of a pay phone.

"Where is he going?" Ginny asked

"Don't worry he'll be back. Actually I'd better go help him, he'll need me, he is going to be talking to the mother of all bitches," Dudley said, running in the direction Harry had just gone.

"Um, hey, Vicky," Harry said nervously into the phone.

"Where the fuck are you Harry?" she screamed

"In Pittsburgh."

"Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh, why the fuck are you in Pittsburgh."

"It was an emergency Sweetie."

"Don't Sweetie me, what kind of an emergency could be so bad that you'd have to go to Pittsburgh?"

Harry was about to answer when Dudley ripped to phone out of his hands and yelled into the phone, "It is over between you and Harry. He has a girl, who I think is perfect for him, waiting in the next room." He then hung up the phone. "Come on, Ginny is waiting for you, Harry." 'Finally the Bitch was gone.'