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Harry Potter and the Discovery of the Path

Chapter 2Where is home?

Harry didn't understand why he did this. He was rather pleased that he didn't blow up and argue with Ginny. But was that last comment necessary? He never spoke to Ginny like that. Was he flirting? He didn't know how to flirt. And what about Cho?

He stopped on his way out, in the entrance to the Great Hall and looked back to the Ravenclaw table. There she was, sitting with Michael Corner and some other friends, laughing at something someone said.

Sure she was beautiful, her long black hair, perfect shaped face and beautiful body, witch was strange that you could notice that, since she was wearing her Hogwarts robes. Harry frowned in confusion, now that he knew her better he somehow saw past her appearance and she was, for the lack of better word, plain. He remembered their "date" and first thing that came to his mind was the uncomfortable silence and lack of the subject to speak. He knew he wasn't good with girls, that was of course understatement, but he could talk with Hermione, Luna, Ginny or even with ones like Parvati or Lavender.

He shook his head, that was not the time for girls. He had more important things to do now. Any girl associated with him would be in danger. He looked back at Cho again. Hopefully she was safe now, he shouldn't started anything in the first place. But in his stupid determination he chased after her since his, second, third year?

Harry looked at his friends again, girls were talking among themselves and Neville was looking between them, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to understand what they were talking about.

Should he separate himself from them? Harry knew he was a target, now, at least, he knew why. He knew that Voldemort wont stop. He possibly was creating another plan to catch or maybe even kill Harry without bothering to kidnap him. Harry shuddered, he already made targets of his friends by dragging them with him to the Department of Mystery. Maybe he should distance himself from them in some public way so everyone would think they aren't friends anymore. Like Cho did with him.

But he didn't want to be without his friends, he spent his whole childhood without any friends because someone, that was of course Dudley, was after Harry and anyone around Harry was Dud's target as well. Kids preferred to stay away and be safe from Big D. And here he had friends who had chosen to stay close to him even if the treat was real, here life was at stake and not some bullying. He valued his friendship very much but he valued the lives of his friends even more.

Maybe he would spent his whole summer with the Dursleys, now that he would have his trunk he could arrange it with them that he wouldn't leave his trunk. Maybe over the summer he would came up with some idea how to deal with everything, the prophecy, his friends, and…Sirius.

Harry shook his head and sighed, everything was so hard nowadays and now he was dead on his feet. Ginny told him to go to sleep, he smiled a little, and he agreed with her.

He started moving across the Entrance Hall to the staircase leading in general direction of the Gryffindor Tower, when he almost bumped into somebody. In the last second he stopped himself, and looked up in the dark eyes of his very favourite Potions Master.

'Five points from Gryffindor for not looking where you're going, Potter' sneered Snape, 'and in a minute there will be five more for your lack of brain. Now move.'

Harry's confusion about what had just happened immediately was replaced by his usual anger at the greasy git in front of him. But then many memories rushed through his mind, memories of Snape and Sirius in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, of Snape's pensive, many moments from Harry's potions classes and Oclumancy lessons. Looking at Severus Snape, Harry realized, for the first time, that his encounters with Snape always took so much energy of him, never were solved and only made their mutual hatred deeper.

Harry really didn't need that right now, he had bigger problems. Harry couldn't do anything to convince this man that he wasn't his father, that his father died fifteen years ago. Great sadness washed over him, sadness and longing that he didn't had a chance to know his father and never had a chance to hear his explanation of his actions towards Snape and sadness towards Snape himself for living in hatred with someone dead so long ago.

The moment passed very quickly even if for Harry it lasted long minutes. He shook himself out of his thoughts, nodded in acceptance and said.

'Of course, sir.'

Without showing any emotions Harry passed Snape and headed to the Common Room leaving very confused and disappointed professor behind him.

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…Darkness...

…Fright…

He was standing in the middle of the empty space. This was a very cold, wet and dark place. It was like a huge room, a dungeon of sort, but you couldn't see the walls. And it was like you were surrounded by a fog, but there was no fog. This place was dark and the darkness was overwhelming. This place was just it, empty, but its emptiness was frightening.

…Alone…

He couldn't move a muscle. The feeling in his body resembled the one when someone put you in the body bind curse. But this was even worse, he couldn't look away from the darkness in front of him.

…Death…

He couldn't move, couldn't make a sound and he was totally alone. There was nothingness around him and there was nothingness in him. He couldn't think of anything except of the feeling of terror that this darkness inflicted in him. This darkness was reaching for him wanted to crush him. It wanted his death.

…Loneliness and fright…

And the hunger, hunger for something he didn't understand.

And in the same time he was in another place, another time, through the mist of existence he was watching the familiar scenes of anguish and pain.

He was watching deaths of all close to him. They were dying all around him. Accusations in their eyes, just before their souls left their bodies. The lifeless corpses laying around him and their mouths moving to form soundless words 'Why me?' Although there was no sound he heard them very clearly.

…Helplesness…

The love and determination to help those around him was strong in him.

The hatred and pleasure in torture those creatures around him was strong in him.

…Death….

He was in those places at the same time.

He were there. He was them.

He was experiencing them at the same moment with exact intensity.

Loneliness and fright.

…And the Pain…

It will never end. It will never end. It will never….

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Harry suddenly opened his eyes and gasp for air as if he just emerged from under the deep water when someone was holding him down trying to drown him.

Still confused and disorientated he tried to look around. His vision blurry. Glasses. Harry took his glasses from the nightstand and put them on. Trying to calm down he sunk back into his bed. Putting his hand over his chest, his heart was biting rapidly like after the very long and exhausting run, he discovered he was covered in cold sweat. The sheets were wet from it.

After few minutes of just laying and calming down, Harry tried to sit down, his head was hurting, he wasn't sure if it was his scar or just a very painful headache.

He didn't remember what was he dreaming about, the experience was fading from his mind. But he clearly remembered the feeling the dream left.

Helplessness, loneliness and terrifying fright. But also extreme hatred and enormous love, he didn't understand how this was possible and towards what and whom he was feeling this way.

He knew it was just a dream, actually he dreamed it once before a few days ago. But those feelings were so deep that it made him shudder.

He had to see his friends.

The dorm of fifth year boys was empty. Everyone was already packed. If someone would came right to the dormitory he wouldn't know if it was the beginning or the end of the term. Every evidences of them living here from shelves and wardrobes were packed in the boys trunks.

That was true, until that someone would look at the far corner of the room, to the bed on Harry's right.

Ron's bed looked like tornado just went through it. Probably every item from his trunk was on it.

Ron was not in the room, so he most likely was in the Common Room collecting his belongings, Harry turned to the open window, to the bright and sunny day, or maybe Ron was by the lake, enjoying the last hours in Hogwarts his trunk forgotten. Harry hoped that this was the indication that Ron would be all right.

Harry left the window ajar, listening for awhile to the merry chatter of the students outside. He sighed sadly, how blissfully ignorant they were. He couldn't remember the feeling.

He grabbed few things from his trunk, all things from the bathroom were also packed, and some clothes, Dudley's hand-me-downs, then headed to take so needed refreshing shower.

Harry stepped from the shower all wet and shivering from the cold air. But at least he washed away the feeling from his dream. Harry automatically put on his glasses again. He considered using drying charm on his hair, but those spells always made his hair more messy then if he let them dry the natural way. He took the toothbrush and started his routine.

While brushing his teeth he looked at the board next to the exit door. There were few interesting charms usually useful in the bathroom. Some drying charms, charms to cut your nails, Harry started to laugh, and almost chocked with his toothbrush paste, when he noticed few charms to colour your nails. Must be the same notice board as in the girls dorms. There were also some easy and useful healing charms for small cuts, burns and brushes.

There were also three or four shaving spells. He looked at them for a few minutes, his hand on his cheek. Harry looked closely at himself for the first time. He was shocked to notice he really looked different, he seemed older. His hair was longer than he remembered. They were past his ears and when still wet and heavy, he could almost touch them to his upper lip. He didn't know how and when this had happened, he never cut them, but they were always the same length before. It didn't bother him at all, he even liked it a little, they were covering all his forehead quite nicely, so his scar wasn't visible.

What shocked him even more was his beard. Because he definitely had one now. Of course it was very short, but nevertheless it was there. Harry almost never shaved before. He did it once in awhile when his friends did it repeatedly. And then, somewhere after the Christmas he had to shave more often. Now with few days only with a quick shower, without carrying in the slightest about his look he had a beard. He always had thick hair and it appeared his beard was thick as well. It was short boxed kind of beard. There weren't many students who had grown a beard. He remembered Lee with a doorknocker beard sometimes or Dean and even Seamus on an occasion as well. He recalled seeing Terry Boot with goatee during their D.A. meetings.

Maybe it wasn't as uncommon as he thought, he just didn't look after people with a beard.

It made him looked so much unlike Harry Potter that was recognizable in the Wizarding World that he decided to leave it for the time being.

If he took of his glasses or at least change the rimes to something more unnoticeable and delicate or he could buy himself contacts and change his eyes colour, he would be totally unrecognizable.

He put on his glasses again, brushed his hairs from his eyes, clothed and started going back to put things back in his trunk when a pop announced that someone had arrived.

'Harry sir, I is come back sir' bowed Dobby, 'the trunk is in the room in the kitchen, I is paid everything and Winky is gone to buy books, sir told to buy, and some other things that would be needed sir.'

'Thanks Dobby' said a little startled Harry, because the nightmare he forgot about the elves and the trunk, 'is it one already?' he asked.

'It is half past two sir.' squicked little elf quietly, 'I is sorry it took so long sir, Dobby is bad elf, bad elf.' Dobby looked franticly around the bathroom, probably for something to hit himself with.

Harry quickly grabbed the little elf and said, 'It's a'right Dobby, I am really grateful, I didn't think you would do it so fast, thanks again Dobby.'

The elf looked like Christmas was coming again, his eyes starting to fill with tears, so Harry quickly said, 'Go back to the trunk Dobby, I will be coming in a few minutes. We could eat our lunch there and then I will try to key the trunk to myself okay?'

Dobby nodded happily and vanished with another pop.

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There was a knock on the door and Headmaster looked up from the stack of parchments on his desk. There were mostly reports from the Order and some from Cornelius, about his ideas and questions of Tom.

Thankfully Minevra volunteered to catalogue and look over the school reports. There were going to be a lot of undoing of Dolores thoughtlessness.

'Come in Harry' said Headmaster. He knew he had to talk to the young man before he left for the summer. Knowing Harry he probably would like to talk about a training of sorts. Harry wasn't a person to sit down and wait for what's going to come.

He sighed inwardly, he really should tell the prophecy to him earlier, or at least explain to him why all the secretiveness during this past year. Maybe they would avoid loosing Sirius. But he knew it was in the past now. They need to concentrate on the future despite the lost friends and family. Albus Dumbledore knew all to well that that was only the beginning and it pained him greatly that this young man standing now before him would have to face all the horrors of the war and in the end it was his burden to finish it, to destroy Voldemort.

He was around a hundred years old when he fought Grindewald, had the knowledge and experience. And Grindewald was no Voldemort. Harry was not even sixteen, and he probably wouldn't have eighty years to train.

'What can I do for you Harry?' asked Headmaster, offering Harry Lemon Drop and gesturing to one of the chairs before the desk.

Harry declined and looked uncertainly around the room, then at the desk. Almost all the instruments were back in its places. He felt ashamed for his earlier reaction.

'Er…I'm sorry for all..' he gestured to the desk.

'Its alright Harry' interrupted Dumbledore 'there was no harm done. They were repaired easily. And some of those' Headmaster indicated the instruments, 'should be replaced long ago. You just gave me much needed push to do it'

'Nonetheless I am sorry for my reaction' said Harry.

'I am sorry too, Harry'

Their conversation was very reserved, and formal. It felt strange and unnatural to talk like this with the Headmaster. But he somehow couldn't muster his tone to be warmer, even if he wanted it very much. He was afraid that it was impossible to go back to the way it was between them.

Harry nodded his head in acknowledgement and asked the question he came to ask in the first place. 'Err...Sir? I wanted to ask when would I receive my broom back?'

The headmaster was totally taken aback by this question. He forgot about Harry's broom. That, seemed to him completely out of place. He wanted to ask why Harry was asking about the broom when he remembered. Harry got this broom from Sirius. His very first present from him.

Harry watched as shock and confusion from the Headmaster's eyes was replaced by comprehension and then sadness. He felt stupid asking for his broom but it really meant a lot to him. It was a present from Sirius.

'Of course' said old wizard and took a quill and a parchment, wrote something down and gave it to Harry.

'Take this to professor McGonagall, I'm sure she would gave you your broom back tomorrow, before your departure. But you could just take it back now' he smiled kindly at Harry. 'Furthermore, I am also convinced that your ban on the Quidditch will be easily lifted and you would be reinstalled to the team.'

Harry's eyes lighted a little at the thought of Quidditch. He loved the game. But it didn't felt as important to play anymore.

No, Harry thought, you love flying. Flying is the only thing totally yours.

He took the note to McGonagall nodded his head to the Headmaster stood up and was preparing to leave when the other wizard's voice called him again.

'Harry I would like to talk to you for a minute. I would like to ask you about the arrangements for your Oclumancy lessons,' slowly started Dumbledore, 'it is imperative that you could shield your mind, now with the knowledge of the prophecy' Albus Dumbledore cringed at the sound of what he just told and the angry look in Harry's eyes. He started quickly again.

'I would like you to continue yours lessons with me.' He wasn't sure if Harry would appreciate it now with their situation. But it was a matter of most importance.

Harry was quiet for some time, thinking if he wanted Dumbledore to penetrate his mind. And he wanted to keep his trunk for himself at least for now. But in the end better Dumbledore than Snape or Voldemort.

'How often would we have the lessons sir?' asked Harry in as calm voice as he could.

'I would arrange to meet with you twice a week and if it would be acceptable sometime even trice a week'

Harry nodded again. All in all it was good. Maybe it would help him with the nightmares as well.

'Could you lent me or even better buy me some books about Occlumency or ones which could help with clearing my mind? Of course I would pay you back.' Harry was wondering why Hermione didn't propose it ages ago. Why he didn't think to ask in the first place.

'Didn't Professor Snape gave you any books about Occlumency and Legilimency? Asked Headmaster rather sharply.

Harry didn't want to talk about Snape. He shook his head and asked. 'Do you maybe have some here sir?'

Albus Dumbledore surveyed Harry for a moment through his half-moon spectacles then rose from his chair and went to the bookcase by the window, next to Fawkes' perch.

He took the old, brown book from the shelve, put it down on a little table, opened it and took some parchments as if to copy few parts of the book. He then shook his head as if he changed his mind. Then took out his wand, muttered something over the book, waved his wand over it with some complicated pattern and motioned Harry to come over.

'Come over here Harry' he asked 'Please could you take out your wand' Harry did as he was told.

'Now see this yellow place on the book' When Harry nodded, headmaster continued 'Please could you tap your wand in the centre of this place and then touch your wand to your temple. Don't worry I will explain in a minute'

Harry a little hesitantly put his wand on the book to the yellowish light, it was slowly sucked by his wand. At headmaster's nod he touched his wand to his temple. His vision clouded for the moment and he swayed on his legs. The strong hand of the headmaster caught him and prevented from the falling to the floor. After just a few moments everything was normal again. The feeling was similar in a way to the one when Snape tried to penetrate his mind. But this wasn't unpleasant, it just slid through his mind like a mist would in the labyrinth looking for something.

'What was that?' asked Harry.

'Lets just seal the spell and I will explain' answered Headmaster.

'Now put your wand again to your temple and extract the light back to the book. Like you would a thought to the pensive.' he continued kindly. 'You don't have to think about anything, it will take the mist with your wand. I will hold you'

Harry did and again his vision clouded and he swayed a little but Dumbledore kept holding him.

The light was purple now. Older wizard waved his wand over the book again and said something and the light faded again. The book looked normal again if still very old.

'Now take it Harry' he handed Harry the book 'we just charmed it to always open to you on the pages you will need most, pages with the knowledge on your actual level' he smiled at astonished look at Harry's face. This seemed more like Harry he remembered. Young, curious and innocent.

'I also took the liberty to charm the book to look to everyone as "Hogwarts: A History".'

Harry actually laughed hearing this.

'I think you should re-charm it to something else sir' said Harry, his eyes twinkling in a very similar way to Dumbledore's. 'No one will believe that I am reading that book' he put the book on the desk.

The Headmaster chuckled quietly 'Forgive the old man foolishness'. Perhaps a Quiddich book?'

Harry shook his head 'Most appropriate would be some defence book sir.'

'Ach, of course' Headmaster smiled warmly and waved his wand over the book several times.

'I also added some notice me not and disinterest charms. This is very old and advanced book Harry' he continued more seriously, 'please take good care of it.'

'Yes, of course sir' said Harry and delicately took the book from the desk, as if afraid it will crush in his hands.

The old Headmaster smiled at Harry pleasantly 'I meant don't lose it, please'

Harry reddened a little sheepish and nodded 'I wont sir'

'I will arrange for our lessons to start the second week home, that will give you time to try some exercises from this book' then he continued 'there are some techniques I myself find useful, try and use them every evening before sleep.'

Harry nodded and stood up feeling the meeting was over. On his way out he pet Fawkes a little, nodded to the Headmaster again and left. With an idea about Sirius and ghosts he decided to find sir Nicholas after he would retrieve his Firebolt.

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Harry was sitting on his bed in his cousin second bedroom, his new trunk was standing by the wall, his old trunk inside.

After he talked to Nearly Headless Nick he felt somehow better. Then surprisingly Luna helped him even more. Sirius was with his loved ones, Harry hoped he was with Harry's parents maybe telling stories about him.

He was wondering how to tell the Dursley's that he wouldn't be leaving his room this summer. Harry hoped they wouldn't care or maybe even be happy he is out of their way.

But on the other hand, the way the Order had threaten them on the station might complicated things.

The ride from London was quiet and tensed. Harry saw that uncle Vernon was dying to yell at him all the way home but was afraid, probably of Moody the most. Harry didn't know if he would speak now, they would let him be or throw a fight. He just wanted to be left alone.

They had spoken to him only once since London, and that was his Aunt telling him in a strained voice that dinner would be in an hour, that was in a few minutes from now.

Dobby and Winky brought the trunk in to the house when he was on the train. The elves didn't even left the trunk after bringing it, just like he asked them, Harry didn't need to frighten his relatives with more magic in their extremely muggle home.

The trunk was now keyed to Harry and the elves. Somehow it only needed his mental concur to let someone use it. The process of acknowledging the trunk was very simple, however required some of Harry's blood. Harry thought that these rituals should be a lot harder, after all it was some kind of blood magic.

He had been required to touch his bleeding finger to the lock in all three settings of the lock and utter an incantation 'Possessor Bonae Fidei', the trunk lighted the blue light witch faded immediately and that was all. Harry felt a little dizzy after that for a few minutes. The filling was similar to the one with the spell Dumbledore used on him, only more intense.

He didn't put his trunk under Fidelus Charm because according to the trunk's manual it required three days and runes and arithmancy he simply didn't know yet. The trunk supposed to be very secure right now even if possible to find.

It was time to go to dinner. He run his hand over his now beardless face, he decided to shave this morning, after all he didn't want to give his relatives more ammunition to pick on him and call him names. The dinner would be hard, he had to tell them about him staying in his room and probably about Dumbledore and his lessons.

The house was spotless and shining like the museum, not the place where four people lived, Dudley's photos on the wall were his constant reminder that he shouldn't be here, that this was not his place. But he had to call this place home if only for one more year.

Uncle Vernon and Dudley were sitting at the table watching the small TV, Harry recognized some comedy show from last year, they didn't acknowledge him which suited him just fine for now. Aunt Petunia glanced at him once then looked briefly at Vernon and went back to preparing dinner.

He looked around the kitchen, everything was just the same as he remembered, a picture of the house from the Catalogue with the sing "Perfect House". But for Harry it was so surreal he couldn't believe it, here was a normal family with their normal lives and concerns about the taxes, fuel price, waiting with great interest for the next episode of their favourite show. And just on the first floor there was a trunk with a space inside that could contain few houses this big inside. Or just in the back garden or probably in the front yard also, there was someone invisible watching over them, over him. Harry was a little annoyed with this but decided that after the Department of Mysteries he wouldn't complain. And after all he planed to stay in his trunk all summer.

A plate had been laid before him witch brought him back to the reality, automatically he muttered 'Thank you' and started eating.

Harry was a little surprised to actually see it filled with food. He glanced at Dudley's plate, remembering his diet and found that there was food on it either. He looked at Dudley, actually looked at him for the first time and noticed that his cousin was thinner then he could him remember ever being. He was still on the fat side but there were muscles visible, probably from boxing. But his eyes were somehow subdued, was it possible that the Dementors had that effect on him, Harry wondered what Dudley saw last year or if he saw everything. What was strangest, Dudley didn't taunt him once, he didn't looked at Harry at all.

Harry wasn't paying attention earlier but he could have sworn that he was taller then Duds now. He dared to glance at his uncle and decided that he was taller than him also. Probably taller or at least as tall as his aunt.

They ate quietly without a word, as if they were afraid to break this uneasy truce. Harry hoped they wouldn't make problems for him.

After everyone ate Harry decided it was time and cleared his throat earning suspicious glances from his relatives.

'I will be staying in my room all summer. I wont be leaving even for the meals. I will also arrange that no one will bother you. Unfortunately my Headmaster will be visiting me two or sometimes even three times a week' if it was possible Uncle Vernon turned almost purple but surprisingly didn't said a word so far. On the other hand Aunt Petunia was white as a sheet.

'I will make sure that he will come straight to my room and leave from there without you noticing.'

This last comment must be too much for his Uncle because he boomed at Harry.

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN BOY! I DON'T WANT ANY FREAK IN MY HOME! WHAT WILL NEIGHBOURS SAY.'

He was screaming so loud that Harry thought that windows would shatter in the kitchen. Aunt Petunia was looking frantically out the windows and tugging at Vernon's sleeve. Saying something to him, Harry caught only that Dumbledore was mentioned.

'THOSE FREAKS THREATINING US! I WONT ALLOW IT!' He paused to take a breath and started again all too well known tirade about ungrateful brat and his freakishness.

Harry sighed somehow more sad then angry about this yelling. This was what he wanted to avoid. After a while he was brought to the reality by, for Harry after five years in the wizarding world, strange question.

'AND HOW CAN HE COME HERE WITHOUT US NOTICING!' Vernon screamed again.

Harry said only one word in a calm and collected voice.

'Magic.'

The silence in the kitchen was immediate and broke only by the laughter from the TV. After all the yelling it was like someone pushed the 'mute' button on his aunt and uncle. This laughter was a little annoying but somehow fitting. Like it was making fun of this situation. Young saviour of the world fighting his battle.

Yet Harry was very proud of himself, he didn't blow anything and didn't shout at Uncle Vernon, despite the fact that part of him wanted very much.

First he intended to ask about him staying in the trunk but it somehow came out like a statement. He was proud that his voice was firm and steady because inside he was shaking. He decided it was time to leave.

Harry stood up with a quiet 'Goodnight.' and went to his room, to his trunk.

Nobody said a word.

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The ancient wizard was pacing in his office, with the energy of a young boy. He stooped and looked every few seconds at his much younger colleague and friend to ask the same question all over again

'What do you mean –It's Gone!-, was there another break in or something! Merlin! How could it be gone! Dumbledore and Our people were the only ones who knew about it!'.

It would be surprising for those who didn't knew him of the amount of energy this almost a hundred and eighty years old man was showing. He was working for the Department for over a hundred and sixty years. He was the Head for forty-five. Usually it was a man who Knew. He knew everything about everything, he knew everything about everyone.

But now he was beside himself. First they found out they had a spy, a death eater spy! Second a bunch of kids breached into His department and fought with death eaters. It didn't matter to him that one of them was Potter, it didn't matter that even Riddle showed up, it mattered that they were here and He didn't knew, it mattered that this excuse of the minister Cornelius 'pillock' Fudge was here before him. This was humiliating. They should be unreachable, they were here before the bloody Ministry was founded, hell, they were the reason the Ministry was here.

And now they lost another thing.

He started pacing after he was informed about the outcome of the stocktaking of all the possessions within the department. This was the way he was most comfortable while working on some very difficult problem.

'I know, this is impossible, but it disappeared and what's more frightening the room was locked, without any trace of breaching, the wards are intact and with yours, professor Dippet's and Albus' signatures.' Said the younger man. He had more news and was afraid to share them with his boss, because they were harder to believe and more confusing knowing the suspected nature of the missing object.

'Sir, the memories about the object were somehow wiped from some of ours people researching it.' He said uncertainly. 'And they couldn't find their notes about it when asked.'

The man frowned uncertainly, he felt dizzy all of the sudden and his vision blurred. After a few seconds it all passed and he continued.

'What was I?' he asked 'Err…' he looked at his notes and muttered to himself 'Right' still a little confused he said 'the stocktaking is finished. Those who are responsible for the veil confirmed that the whispers increased for the few days after the battle in the chamber. We can be sure that indeed someone went through.'

The old wizard was also lost in his thoughts for a moment. He came back to reality with a feeling he was missing something very important. What was he thinking about, what was it? 'Wards!' he cried out loud. They were talking about wards. 'What about the wards?' he asked thinking of their dangerous possessions.

'Of course the wards have been checked' replied younger man, 'All are intact. We've been checking them first, and all the signatures are in place.'

'Thank you Thomas' said his boss 'Do an old man a favour and check them again. I have this feeling that we are missing something, something important'

Thomas smiled a little 'Of course, better safe than sorry.' And with than he went about his duties.

The old wizard sat in the comfortable armchair by his desk still feeling uneasy. Something was wrong. He checked the list, all seemed to be in order yet the feeling linger in his mind for some reason. He frowned suddenly. If everything was as it should be, then why was he pacing just a minute ago?

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Possessor Bonae Fidei – Holder of True

A/N – Thanks for your reviews I am really thankful.

Okay chapter two finished, I'm sorry it took so long to post it, I wont excuse myself.

From now on chapters will be shorter, something like this one maybe a little longer and hopefully more frequent.

Sorry for the mistakes still no time to find beta.

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