-1Chapter 2 Press

After everyone in their party had entered the waiting room, Dumbledore shut the door with a sharp snap and mutter a spell over the lock. Harry presumed that this would lock the door. Everyone had chosen to either sit or stand in the room, all waiting with baited breath to hear what the headmaster would have to say. Harry couldn't wait any longer.

"Professor, what happened? Where's Voldemort gone now? Did you…"

"Harry, breathe, if you carry on talking that fast it might have long term damage on your lungs" The professor said with a weary smile, that Harry thought, was meant to be comforting. It wasn't. Someone coughed and They all looked towards the Dursley's, who had been herded into the room with everyone else. He had almost gotten them killed. How many more people would have to die before this would be over?

"Voldemort has disappeared again" "There was a collective intake of breath at the mention of his name. This was beginning to get on Harry's nerves, but he didn't say anything.

"His goal, or at least what I presume was his goal, was achieved. The muggles outside heard and saw everything, many of which have now gone on there merry way. This is going to cause havoc in the magical world"

Hermione frowned

"But sir, things like this have been hidden before, what about when Pettigrew blew up the street in front of those muggles?" Hermione pointed out timidly. Harry had the feeling it wasn't going to be as easy as that. He was glad she had left … his name out of it.

Dumbledore sighed, a very deep heavy sigh.

"Well, The magical law enforcement team is outside waiting for the Minister to Come. The only thing I know, is that if our world is discovered, Voldemort's rise to power will be an easy ride"

Dumbledore laid a hand over his eyes, as Harry looked at him, he could see that with the strain of everything, the wizened old wizard was showing his age. Harry had no idea of his trued age, but he could guess, knowing that Wizard's lived longer than muggles, that it was almost a century.

Dumbledore suddenly looked at Harry, and their gazes locked. Dumbledore hadn't looked at Harry all year, except the time Harry spent, smashing up the office. Having the headmaster look at him again, gave a surge of emotions. Hate, was definitely in there, but Harry knew of Dumbledore's drive to rid the world of Voldemort and Harry couldn't help but respond to that.

"Whats going to happen, professor?" Harry asked, quietly. Dumbledore surveyed Harry through his glasses, like he had done so many times before.

"I don't know, Harry, but I do know this is going to bring a wave of panic like the world has never seen" Dumbledore was turning and speaking to everyone, not just the 15, nearly 16 year old standing in front of him.

"The Ministries efforts are now going to be divided between brining Voldemort down and trying to destroy all evidence that magic exists" Dumbledore finished on a tone that made it sound like he wanted to carry on, then thought better of it.

Harry sighed and looked round. Through the window, he could see that the train station was filling with people, and most of them were looking this way, pointing and talking. Not good.

"Er, Professor…" Harry said. There was a shuffle of clothes and it sounded like everyone in the room who hadn't been looking in the general direction of the windows now was.

"We need o get you out of here, Harry" Dumbledore took hold of Harry's elbow and walked him to the door. He pointed his wand at the lock and muttered something Harry didn't quite here and walked him through the train station.

Everyone went silent and parted as they passed. The police had turned up and Harry could see the magical law enforcement were trying to get everything under control, in the train station at least. Harry had a feeling that the police would try to stop them, but they took no notice and carried on talking to the wizards. A few of the wizards nodded in their general direction and Dumbledore nodded back. They reached the front of the station and it was chaos. No less than four cars had been blown up, they all had a crater mark in the middle of them where the curse had hit.

There were people being questioned by both the police and the magical law enforcement. A few of the recognised his as he walked passed, but Harry ducked his head down. The last thing he needed was to be famous in the muggle world, too. Dumbledore didn't let go of Harry's arm until they had walked right up to the Dursley's car. Harry had no idea how the old Professor knew this was their car, but he didn't question it. For once, he had no questions, he wanted no answers, he just wanted peace.

Everybody grouped round the car and hid it partially from site. Harry didn't know if this was deliberate or not, but he was grateful. All he needed would be for a muggle news van to follow them home. Dumbledore turned to face the Dursley's who all looked rather ill. Dudley was pure white and was clinging to his mother. In another situation, this would have probably made Harry laugh, but seeing Dudley clinging to his mothers hand made him a little angry. His Aunt had dried tears on her almost yellow face. She was breathing rather heavily and leaning into her husband's arm for comfort and support. His Uncle Vernon's face was a mixture of fury and fright.

Would they take Harry back now they had had a look into what his world was like? Would they want to live in danger? Voldemort's words from two years ago came floating through Harry's mind ' He has been better protected than even he knows…Dumbledore invoked ancient magic…even I cannot touch him there' Did that mean the only place he was safe was at the Dursley's?

"Are you willing to take Harry back for a short while over the summer?" Dumbledore asked the Dursley's. Harry thought the head master had been talking for some time, but he couldn't be sure, so he made sure he paid attention now.

Dudley made a little squeak noise and His uncle Vernon went bright red. Harry could see the thoughts flying across his so transparent face. He finally had the best excuse to get rid of Harry, no more 'weirdo's', but before he could say anything, his Aunt Petunia nodded. "Yes" She sounded horse. Uncle Vernon looked at his wife as though she'd gone mad and Dudley pulled away from her to look at her better. She looked at her husband and her face was set. There was no arguing.

"Voldemort cannot find Harry while he is in your house, you will probably be the safest people in Briton" Dumbledore said lightly.

"Very well, we'll take the boy, but not for long mind you" His Uncle Vernon finished and he turned round to open the car.

Harry slid into the car next to Hedwig's cage (where she was softly hooting once in a while, to let them all know how unhappy she was with the whole situation) and his Aunt Petunia. Dudley had refused flat to sit next to him. Mr Weasley and Mad eye were loading his trunk into the car. He had said goodbye to everyone and Mrs Weasley and Hermione had burst into tears when they had said goodbye, as thought they felt this was the last time they were going to see him. He was about to shut the door when Dumbledore bent down and looked Harry straight in the eye.

"Harry, I will be in contact with you in no more than two days, and I must beg that you do not step foot off your Aunt and Uncle's property until I have. It will only be a couple of days" Harry just nodded, he didn't have anything else to say to that part. He had a feeling that may have been the case.

"What is going to happen?" Harry asked again silently, as though if he said it quietly, he would have the answer.

"I do not know, but I will do what I can, we all will" And he winked at his young charge as he stood up. Now that his Professor was standing, he could see that reporters were making their way towards the car.

The only people who were still left were Alastor Moody, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Lupin, Tonks and Dumbledore. Harry didn't think they alone could hide the car until his Uncle got the out of the car park.

"Go" Dumbledore said and he shut Harry's car and joined the others in fending the press off. As Harry's Uncle Vernon was backing out of the parking space, Harry looked round to find Dumbledore shoot something out of his wand towards the back of the car. It took Harry several seconds to realise Dumbledore had probably put a concealment charm either on the car or the number plate.

He moved around in his seat until he found a comfortable position. His wand was tightly held in his hand on his lap. He could feel a someone staring at him, but he couldn't be bothered to turn around. He knew his Aunt would be staring at him, with either a look of hate or fright on her face. He would have been shocked to find that it actually was a look of worry…