Harry opened the latest addition of the Daily Profit to find his own face staring back at him. His interview with the press was front page news and it spanned over a further six pages of the paper.

He found it hard to believe that the few short sentences he had said could be made into a six page article. He didn't want to say too much in case he regretted it later, but already this morning he had received five owls from various different people asking for a exclusive interview.

Hermione entered the room Isabelle close behind her.

Isabelle plonked herself on Harry's lap and proceeded to read the paper with him.

Harry didn't mind this, he had grown quite attached to Jack and Isabelle. Just as Harry thought this, Jack ran into the room carrying a mini broomstick.

"Will you teach me how to fly Harry?" He asked jumping up and down on the balls of his feet.

Harry looked at Hermione and she frowned.

"I don't think that is a good idea." She said.

"I'll stay close to Harry, I promise." Jack said, Harry smiling at his enthusiasm.

"I'm not sure." Hermione said.

"I'll take care of him." Harry said, it had been a long time since he had used his broomstick and he was as eager as Jack to go flying.

"Well, only if you stay close to Harry," she said to Jack, "and if you don't go showing him any of those dangerous tricks that you do." She added to Harry.

"You can do tricks? That's so cool." Jack said, and before Hermione had time to protest, they both sprinted out into the garden.

Later that evening when the children had gone to bed Harry and Hermione sat in the kitchen talking.

Harry pulled out the note Dumbledore had left him eleven years ago and placed it on the table.

"Have any idea what it's about yet?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head, "What I really need to do is talk to Dumbledore, and that's not going to happen."

Hermione thought for a second, "What didn't I see this before?" She asked herself.

"What?"

"Dumbledore was headmaster of Hogwarts, and all headmasters have their portrait hanging up in the Headmasters office." Hermione said. "So we just go to Hogwarts and as the portrait."

"You're brilliant." Harry said "I'll go there first thing in the morning."

"What about me?" Hermione asked. "I want to come, I haven't been to Hogwarts in years."

"Ok then, we'll go there first thing in the morning." Harry corrected himself.

The next morning Harry and Hermione were stood outside the oak front doors of the legendary school.

"Who's the Head teacher now?" Harry asked.

"McGonagall, but she's on her last legs now, this is her last year." Hermione said.

They pushed the doors open, they had sent an owl ahead before hand, they just hoped it had gotten there.

The school looked just as it did the last time Harry had been here, just with out all the dead bodies.

There were a few students walking through the entrance hall when they entered and they all stopped and stared at Harry when he walked in.

"Is that Harry Potter, or am I seeing things?" One girl asked her friend her eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry smiled slightly at them and the girl nearly wet herself before running off with a red face.

Professor McGonagall came out of the Great hall and beamed, she rushed over and gave Harry a hug, something very unexpected.

"I read it in the paper, but I didn't believe it." She said surveying him.

Harry smiled, "long time no see."

"Indeed, and Miss. Granger, I knew you two would make a lovely couple." She said.

"Oh we're not a couple." Hermione said.

Professor McGonagall just nodded, "well do come up to my office, Albus is waiting for you." She said and she escorted them through the castle where the word about the famous Harry Potter being there had already spread, and they soon had s crowd following them.

They entered the office to find it very different. There were no longer a mass of clicking gold instruments, it seemed a lot bigger as it was less cluttered. Although the walls were still crammed packed with portraits.

The desk was in the same place, and Dumbledore's portrait took pride of place above it. He was currently sitting on a comfortable looking sofa eating some sherbet lemons.

He looked up to see Harry and Hermione standing there and he beamed with pride.

"I knew you'd make it back eventually." He said.

"Hello Professor." Harry said and he felt a lump in his throat, it felt like he was being reunited with his Grandfather.

"I'll leave you alone, Hermione why don't you come on a tour of the castle with me." Professor McGonagall said and they both left.

Harry took a seat behind the desk and looked at the portrait.

"Well I suppose you want to know what happened." Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded holding the note in his hand.

"Go over to the bookcase on the top shelf at the end of the row on the left hand side." Dumbledore said, "there's a book you ought to read."

Harry retrieved the book, it was a black leather bound book with a silver spine, and a large amount of dust gathered on it.

He turned to the page marked out, the page had information an a rare event that happens when two brother wands are forced into battle.

i Legame dei fratelli.

This is a rare spell effect that happens when two brother wands are forced into battle. It is similar to Prior Incantato, but has a different effect.

When the owner of one wand casts the spell that kills the other, it automatically effects his/her own wand. This is because brother wands aren't made to be fought against.

The result of this effect is that the wand that cast's the spell may explode with it's brother, and cam be lethal to it's owner. /i

Harry re-read the page several times before the information sunk in properly, what the hell was Legame dei fratelli?

"I don't understand." Harry said.

"Legame dei fratelli is a rare spell effect, it has only ever been seen once before that's probably why you have never herd of it." Dumbledore said.

"But what has this got to do with the fact that I close my eyes in one place and woke up in the middle of no where?"

"I feared that you would explode with your wand." Dumbledore said gravely.

"But I didn't, nothing even happened to my wand," Harry said confused, "and even if something had happened I had it with me anyway, I still would have died just in a different place."

"It didn't explode, but it could have, and I couldn't take that chance." Dumbledore said. "I made a promise to your parents that whatever happened, I would make sure you lived to see the end of the war."

"But I'm still confused, you said you moved me because my wand might have exploded, but I brought my wand with me I would still have been in danger."

"I know, but I had a feeling it wouldn't happen. You see you used your wand for good, where as Tom used his for bad." Dumbledore explained. "I had a feeling that if he had killed you then his wand would have exploded as well, but I wasn't sure whether it would have been the same the other way around. I had planned to come and see if you were Ok, if you were in fact alive, but I couldn't do much out of a painting. I sent someone to check, but you weren't there, we tried to find you, but we didn't know where to start. The only option we had was to tell the world you were dead."

Harry listened, so the fact was, there had really been no need for him to disappear at all, he could have stayed alive his wand hadn't exploded.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry you had to go through this, but it was better then you exploding with your wand." Dumbledore said.

"But I wouldn't have exploded anyway, you just put me in the middle of nowhere for no reason!"

Dumbledore didn't say anything.

"But how did you get me to the middle of nowhere if you were dead?" Harry asked, still puzzled by the whole thing.

"Ancient Magic," Dumbledore explained, "I had put a charm on you the minute I found out about it."

"And you didn't think of telling me?" Harry asked angrily.

"I didn't want to worry you with yet another complication." Dumbledore said.

"This is something I would have liked to know," Harry said rising from his seat letting the book fall to the floor with a loud thud. "We could have found another way to kill Voldemort."

"Harry there was no other way, short of going up to him and stabbing him." Dumbledore said.

"Why didn't I do that, kill him like a muggle would?" Harry raged.

"There was no way you could have gotten close enough to him, and even if you did it probably wouldn't have worked anyway." Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry sat back down in his seat his anger seeping away, he knew there was no point in being angry, it would get him anywhere, yet Dumbledore seemed to do it every time. He seemed to think keeping things from him would be better then telling him the truth.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked again, "you do you always insist of keeping things from me? I'm not a teenager anymore, I faced some terrible things during my life, I can handle almost anything, including the truth."

Dumbledore sighed, "I suppose I thought I was protecting you." The old man said.

"Well I didn't need protecting." Harry snapped.

"I am sorry Harry." Dumbledore said.

Harry looked up, and tried to calm himself. He didn't want to fight with Dumbledore.

"Well we can't change the past," Harry said, "but I can't help but think, what might have been different?"

"You mean between you and Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked a twinkle in his eye.

"No," Harry said, "well yes." There was no point in lying.

"The course of true love never runs smooth." Dumbledore said, "now I'm sorry but I've arranged a game of cards with the gentle men on the fourth floor corridor."

Harry laughed slightly. "Nice seeing you again Professor." Harry said and Dumbledore nodded before leaving his painting.

Harry slowly got up and exited the office, his head reeling with the new information. He had wanted to know this for eleven years, yet now he seemed strangely calm about the whole thing.

"There's no point in dwelling on the past my boy, just concentrate on the future." A portrait of an old wizard said.

Harry smiled slightly before leaving the office.