Well screw you Marjorie:P, I', not going to change my plot line into something cheesy like you always do (jk, jk…oh god, I'm turning into Henry, saying horrible stuff and then saying jk…SORRY MARJORIE I SIMPLY REFUSE TO BE HENRY) I want to write about the journey so that's that. I love you though.

Okay, personal thanks to Leaviel, giving excellent reviews which are really helpful and show me that Leaviel actually reads my chapters. Go Leaviel :)

IMPORTANT: People who were wondering that it was all cliché and cheesy for Ron and Hermione to say, "I love you" I HAVE A REASON. I've skipped a couple of weeks so they were dating longer then you thought okay?

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Carpe diem

Seize the day

Live the life

Charise the moment

Harry stretched out onto his bed as he finished packing his clothing for the coming period of time. He had stuffed all his belongings into a duffel bag that was magically adjusted to fit about a house in it. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying these last seconds of peace.

He felt horrible about leaving every one in the dark about the journey they were going to take, but if he was going to tell any one of the order, they were going to stop him, and that's just what he feared.

He had planned everything though. They were going to leave in the middle of night, then apparate to muggle London and spending the rest of the night in a muggle hotel. In the morning they were going to make plans. It was a lousy plan, he knew, but it was the best he could think of.

Harry turned over, trying as hard as he could to get some sleep, it was impossible he discovered 15 minutes later.

He turned around irritably to face the other side of the room, where Ron lay snoring softly.

"Lucky bastard." Harry thought angrily as he watched Ron sleep. He twisted and turned around for a couple of hours and eventually gave up.

He got up and started dressing himself in some grey, muggle, baggy pants and a black turtle neck sweater. He fastened Dudley's old watch to his wrist and pulled his fingers through his hair. 'Hopeless', Aunt Petunia once said about his hair. And maybe for just once, Harry had to agree with her.

He looked at his watch and figured it was right about time to wake the others.

"Ron you smelly git, wake up we gotta go." Harry said urgently, slapping Ron lightly in the face, knowing this was the only way to get Ron awake.

Ron mumbled something under the terms of, "Fukoffffffaarry"

"Ron, its time." Harry said somewhat friendlier.

Ron blinked tiredly and sighed, "I don't want it to be time yet."

"Well it is," Harry replied, smiling lightly, "You go wake up Ginny and Hermione, I'll go to Malfoy."

Ron's eyes grew wide, "Malfoy? Why you taking him?"

"Cause Ron, he is a good guy and he knows how Voldemort works."

"Sure." Ron muttered as he started to get dressed in the muggle clothes that Harry had prepared for him.

"I'll go then, Malfoy will need more convincing then Ginny and Hermione….he doesn't know what we are doing, they do." Harry said, apparating with a crack.

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"Good-mid-night, Malfoy." Harry said whilst yanking the sheet away from the already annoyed Malfoy for being waked up by a loud crack.

"What the fuck do you want?" he snapped, grabbing the sheets back.

"We are going, and I'm taking you with me." Harry stated as if it was perfectly normal.

"What, why, where?" Malfoy asked slightly confused.

"We are going on a quest to Kill Voldemort. I'm sorry to say but I trust you Malfoy and of course, you have some extent of knowledge that we can use…..so you are coming with us on that journey….if you like it or not" Harry explained quickly, opening Malfoy's clothes cupboard and taking out the limited amount of things that the blond had managed to scrape together over the past weeks.

"Eh?" Malfoy said intelligently.

"You heard me, now get dressed." Harry snapped trusting some jeans and a blue sweater into Malfoy's arms.

Malfoy nodded, and pulled on the clothing then walked over to examine himself. "Muggle clothing aren't that bad after all." He stated with a smirk.

Harry chuckled, "They are both mine, but I thought they might suit you better, you can have them, and you need them more."

"Oh don't say that Potter, I'll use them till I get a chance to buy some decent ones in a shop." Malfoy snarled.

"You need money for that, and sorry, but you have no money, in fact you don't even exist so…uhhh…no can do."

"Oh shut up." Malfoy sighed.

"Just take the bloody clothes as a gift okay?" Harry said sharply.

"I'll pay you back, when I can." Malfoy decided.

"You don't need to." Harry objected.

"But I will." Malfoy stated.

"Whatever you want."

"Good," Malfoy agreed.

"Meet us in the attic in 5 minutes." Harry said finally before apparating again.

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Lupin listened to the hushed voices in the room besides his. Harry was explaining something, something Lupin only caught parts off. But he knew what it was what they were discussing and he wasn't sure what he should do. He listened to them talk, the subject changing to clothing. Lupin decided, he was going to interfere, Harry would be thankful later.

He got out of bed and wrapped his cloak around him. He was just about to leave the room when some one stopped him.

"Let him be."

Lupin turned around with a worried expression, "They won't be able to do it on their own."

"Yes they can, just give Harry a chance."

"I don't know if I can, at least…he needs you, you know." Lupin objected weakly.

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't…..at the moment he really needs himself, his friends…and your trust Remus."

"I have trust in him but he is like my son! I can't watch him get hurt." Lupin sighed.

"This is not about that, these are Harry's choices…choices you can't make."

"And so I can't? Please go with him! He needs guidance; I can't give that to him but you can!" Lupin snapped irritably.

"No, he will depend on me, and start losing trust in himself. Let him first get to know himself and his powers before you start putting me in the game."

"This is not a game, Albus. This is Harry's life, not only Harry's life but every ones life!"

"Wring choice of words maybe……... but I will help him when he most needs it, but for now, let him discover…"

"Don't be so bloody cryptic! It's just a boy! A teenager for crying out loud!"

"There is more to Harry then what meets the eye. You know that Remus, but worry is blinding you."

"I'm not blinded; it's you who won't see the reality!" Lupin cried.

"If you do this to him, Remus……It will break him, now that finally managed to scrape his life back together. Return to bed and pretend you never heard anything. I'll watch over him when the time is right."

Remus stared at the green figure that was standing in one of the dark corners of the room.

"I hope you know what you're doing." He whispered.

The figure's eyes twinkled playfully, and then he vanished without further notice.