Wow, I got quite a few reviews for that last chapter. I was so happy when I checked my e-mail and I saw them. I like getting reviews, everyone does. Sorry for the long wait. This chapter was kind of hard to write. And to answer few questions, I honestly did not think of the cemetery in the fourth book when I first wrote this. You can pretend that it is if you want :) Then a few of you asked why Pansy would be at a muggle mall, well let's just say that she needed some clothes and she didn't want to go to Diagon Alley.

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Harry slowly walked away from the bus stand and onto the busy streets that would take him back to Privet Drive. He knew the way back like the back of his hand but that was the only way that he knew. He didn't know an alternative way to go to Privet Drive that didn't pass by the cemetery. If there were an alternate way, Harry would have gladly taken that one.

Anyways, Harry was walking with his hands in his jean pocket and was staring at the ground. He didn't realize how fast he was walking because before he knew it, he was right at the gates of the cemetery.

He thought to himself, "It's just a stupid cemetery. If it is a stupid cemetery, then why am I so afraid of it? Maybe, if I go in and take a look around, I'll see that there's nothing wrong and everything will be fine." Harry shook his head and carefully walked into the cemetery. Everything looked so old and…dead. It was summer and normally there were flowers in bloom everywhere in the cemetery, everywhere except for the big tree in the center of course, but today, everything was gray. The ground was gray, the grass looked dead, there were no flowers, and the gigantic tree in the center of the cemetery looked much older than usual.

Harry still felt very hollow inside so he decided to ask someone who worked at the cemetery if they had any tombstones with the name Potter on it. Harry had never seen his parents' grave. His aunt and uncle had never taken him to see it and they had never told him where it was either. Harry saw a middle aged man with a badge on his chest that said cemetery caretaker. He quickly ran over to the man and asked, "Excuse me sir, but do you know of any tomb stones with the name Potter on it by any chance?"

"Eh, how long ago did they come in?"

"Err, about 13 to 14 years ago, I think."

"Not sure, son. Follow me and we'll see." The man began leading Harry to graves that were closer to the center of the cemetery and sure enough much to Harry's surprise, were about twenty tombstones with the name Potter on it. "This good enough for you, boy?" asked the man.

"Yeah, thanks," replied Harry in a depressed boy.

"Forgive me for asking but are all of these your relatives or something?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I'm just looking for my Mum and Dad."

"I'm sorry about that, boy. Well, if you need anything, I'll be back where you found me." Then the man briskly walked away.

Harry stood in front of the tombs with looking very melancholy. He slowly walked reading each of the tombs stones with the name Potter on it and sure enough, the last two he found were the graves of Lily and James Potter. Harry wasn't usually the dramatic one but he couldn't handle it any more. His parents' graves had been here the whole time and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't even have the decency to bring him here even once.

Harry stood up looking at the other Potter graves. For all he knew, they could have been relatives of his as well. He took one look at the graves of Lily and James Potter and decided that he would come here another day and place fresh flowers in front of their graves.

With that in mind, he began walking towards where he thought was the entrance of the cemetery. Unfortunately Harry had not paid any attention to where he was going while he was following the man who showed him to his parents' graves so he did not know where he was going. Harry stopped for a moment to look around and see if he could spot any entrance.

Harry was in an area of the cemetery which was a bit hilly. So, he climbed up one of the hills and began looking around to see if there was any entrance that he could spot. As his eyes passed a hill in front of him, his glasses suddenly became very foggy. Harry frowned as he took off his glasses to wipe the fog off. Much to his surprise, there was no fog on his glasses. Harry put his glasses back on and looked at the hill again. Like the first time, his vision became foggy. Harry took off his glasses and squinted at the hill. His eyes widened in surprise. The air around the hill was thickly coated in fog.

That was a bit odd considering that it was very sunny today. This fog around the hill looked dark, forbidding, and gloomy. Harry shivered once he put his glasses back on. He looked at the fog once again and noticed something. It wasn't what a person would call normal fog. It was more like…a blanket of something. Then again, it seemed almost familiar to Harry.

He cautiously walked towards the fog and stuck his hand in it. Harry could not see his hand at all. He quickly pulled back out of shock and looked at the fog. That was where his curiosity kicked in. After being friends with Sam, Eric, and Anna, he knew that he should not ignore his curiosity. It always rewarded him in the end so why not take a look at what was in the fog. Harry looked around to make sure that no one was watching and stepped into the fog causing his body to disappear completely.

Harry looked around at his surroundings and noticed that he was still in the cemetery but…it was very different. He had not been expecting the scene that he was witnessing. Thousands of people in funny robes were gathered in front of him, many of whom were sobbing. Harry looked around and also saw that many of them had some sort of stick hanging out of their pockets. As he looked around, he saw that people of all ages were there.

Harry moved closer to the hoard of people and quietly tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him. "Excuse me sir, but, why are all these people here?" he asked quietly.

The man looked at Harry with disdain then whispered, "Don't you read the paper? Dumbledore is dead…" The man rudely glared at Harry then turned back to watch the funeral.

Harry, who was very confused, started walking around the people towards the front. As he was walking, many questions were going through his head. Who are these people? Who is Dumbledore? Why do they have those weird sticks in their pockets? What paper is he talking about? WHAT IS GOING ON?

Harry stopped behind a family of eight, all of whom had bright red hair. He noticed that only one of them, a girl, was not paying any attention. In fact, she was admiring her nails and was rolling her eyes every time she looked at her family. Harry quietly walked over to her and said, "Excuse me but would you mind telling me what's going on here?"

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Dumbledore's finally dead. We all saw it coming…he was an old man…and The Dark Lord killed him." Suddenly her eyes snapped up and looked at Harry very suspiciously. "You didn't know that?"

Harry looked at her and said, "No…I-I don't even know who Dumbledore is."

The girl's eyes widened for a second. She looked at him carefully and finally said, "Are you a wizard?"

Harry stepped back from her and said, "What?"

"Are you a wizard…wait, of course you are; otherwise you wouldn't have been able to see the barrier that led to this spot but then how…"

Harry rubbed his forehead as he watched the girl think. Suddenly, she said, "BLOODY HELL!" This drew a gasp from everyone at the funeral. In an instant, thousands of eyes were upon Harry and the red head girl. "You're…you're Harry Potter…"

Suddenly, everyone around Harry began whispering his name.

"Harry Potter…."

"…he's alive…."

"….right here…."

"…how…"

"…what's going on…"

"...is that really Harry Potter…"

"...he's got the scar…."

Harry looked at the crowd of people in front of him and saw that people were rushing towards him. He did what he thought was logical. Harry turned around as fast as he could and began running. While running, he looked behind and saw that people were chasing him as well, calling his name once in a while. Harry ignored them and kept running.

After a few minutes, he stopped and put his hands on his knees. No one was behind him any more. Harry knew right then that something was going on. It could not merely be a coincidence that the girl at the dentist knew his name when he didn't know her. It was definitely not normal that every single person at that funeral knew who he was. Then something popped up in his head….wizard…that's what the girl had asked him if he was. It was right then that he decided that he was going to march straight back to the Dursleys and demand what was going on.

Little did he know that the whole wizarding world would be in an uproar upon finding out that he was well and alive. No doubt, they would want an explanation as well.…