Chapter 3:

Harry Potter sighed staring at the window at the falling rain. He never thought he would be back in Hogwarts, he never thought he'd have to so his old friends again. Looked down at the borrowed old school robes. One thing was for certain, after he was done gaining their trust, he needed some new clothes.

Harry heard a knock and new that it was the headmaster, and his two 'best' friends. Snape and the crew that brought him here had told him, they would be coming. He heard them come in the room not even glancing away from the window.

"HARRY," Hermoine screeched, Harry flinched as she grabbed him in a tight hug. Trying hard not to grimace.

He put on fake smile, "Hermoine, could you let me breath."

Hermoine let go almost instantly smiling up at him," I knew you couldn't kill, Ginny. I knew it."

Ron was next walking up grudgingly and looking into Harry icy eyes, "I'm sorry, Harry, for think it was you right away but you were the last person to be seen with her. You also wouldn't deny it."

"It's alright, Ron. I would have done the same thing." Harry gave him what looked like a reasuring smile, and Ron allowed a smile to creep across his face. Hermoine looked pleased to see she had her best friend back.

Harry though inside was seething, like hell he would have done the same thing. He would have found out all the facts, denied it tell there was no hope. He was broken free from his rant by a cough. Harry looked up into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

Harry immediatly felt the headmaster, try to enter his mind. Harry pushed him out easily having practiced in his solitude. Then proceded to glare at the innocent looking man. If he was mad at the refusal of entry he didn't show it. Harry stood there glaring as he asked Hermoine and Ron to leave.

"Harry, my dear boy, Azkaban doesn't seem to have mad you crazy." Dumbledore spoke cheerily.

Harry shrugged, "It's alot different without Dementors."

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, I believe it would be. Very lucky for you, right?"

"Yes sir, I was very lucky." Harry was trying hard not to get angry, he knew Dumbledore really meant it was lucky for himself.

"Harry," Dumbledore said shaking his head, "A great wrong has been done against you, and I apologies on behalf of the Wizarding World. Will you forgive us?"

Harry smiled, "Of course, it was an honest mistake." Inside his mind he was screaming, 'I'll forgive you when your dead and buried.'

Dumbledore's face light up with a grin, "I'm glad to here that Harry, but will you please share with me. Why you thought it was in your best interest to lie, and go to jail for a crime you did not comit?"

Inside Harry smirked, "I'm sorry sir, I was just afraid of everything. I was scared Voldemort would kill me, I just forgot myself." Harry made his face look like that of a child confessing he stole some candy.

"It's quite alright, Harry, but next time you feel this. Please come to me or another one of your friends. We care about you, and do not wish you to be harmed in any way."

Harry was happy it seemed Dumbledore excepted his answer. He turned back to his window waiting for Dumbledore to leave. Dumbledore though had one more question.

"Harry, Before I go, could you please explain when we clean out your apartment, I found these." Harry quickly turned around, seeing Dumbledore holding his sword.

"Those are just for show. I don't even know how to hold a sword. Did you guys keep, anything else for my apartment?"

Dumbledore didn't look as if he quite believed the lie nodded, "We kept everything except the apartment. Deep down I knew you were innocent, so I did not allow them to sell anything. I also have your Gringotts Key.

Harry nodded slowly, "Thank you, Professor."

"Your quite welcome, Harry. Now this is your room tomarrow your things shall be returned to to you. You may also go shopping and find your own place. You are welcome though to stay here." Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling madly. "Good night Harry, pleasent dreams."

Harry once again nodded and watched the headmaster leave. After he was sure he was gone, he checked the room for wards and spells. He found none. He then went back to his window watching each rain drop fall.

Harry sighed his forehead coming to rest against the window's glass. He whispered, "This is going to be harder than I thought."

AN: Disclaimer... DONT OWN HARRY POTTER...

Thank you to: Julie Long, bandgsecurtiyaw, Sybelle Annya, Never Odd Or eveN, shion20, and Killer Ice...

PS.. Julie Long: thank you I like my name also... and Sybelle Annya: Who killed Ginny... you'll soon find out... who do u think did it?

P.P.S... Grammer and Spelling Majorly bad.. Sorry...