For some reason the author alert wasn't working this morning when I posted chapter one of this new story, so please go back and read it from the beginning. Thanks, Marie.

Chapter Two

"Home?" asked Harry in a raspy voice.

"Yes Harry," Dumbledore said. "It's time for you to come home now."

Harry looked blankly at them and attempted to stand up, but instead he fell to the floor, his legs crumpling up underneath him.

Both Amelia Bones and Albus Dumbledore swooped down to each claim one of his arms to help him back up. Harry didn't know what to make of this; however, he was able to stand up on his own once he was back on his feet.

"Albus?" began Minister Bones, "Does he have a place to call home?"

"Arthur and Molly Weasley have insisted that Harry come and stay with them until he is better," the Headmaster replied. "I believe that they are waiting for him now up in the atrium, along with some of his friends trying to keep the reporters at bay."

Minister Bones snorted, "Good luck to them."

Albus Dumbledore merely smiled.

"Home," muttered Harry quietly under his breath as he began to walk away from the two making his way into the corridor, which was vacant of people. Harry began walking in no particular direction until he finally came up to the atrium, which had several different fireplaces in it for floo travel.

Off to one side Harry saw a group of people with bright red hair and vaguely remembering that maybe he knew some people who fit that description, but he couldn't remember very well at the moment. Of course, before he could give himself anytime to think about it, he was mobbed by a group of reporters that suddenly appeared all around him.

"Mister Potter, how do you feel after being released from prison?" asked one of the reporters.

"Do you feel relieved after suffering at the former minister's hands?" asked another.

"How does it feel to have revenge Harry?" asked Rita Skeeter from the middle of the crowd.

Harry said nothing as he covered his face from the light of the flashbulbs that were hurting his eyes. He had spent time in that cold, dark and dingy cell with very little light and the flashes were really hurting him.

"Back! Get back you pack of gossip hungry vultures!" growled Alastor Moody who had seen Harry emerge from the lower court room and followed him discreetly. "Let him out, now!"

"But we want an interview for the paper," Harry heard one of them whine.

Other members of the Order of the Phoenix noticed what was happening and went over to help Alastor keep the reporters at bay from Harry.

"WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING?" bellowed Mrs. Weasley as she ran towards them. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

However, many of the reporters ignored her until she started hitting him with her handbag.

"Hey lady, stop it," one of them said.

"You'll get a press release when Potter decides to give you one," growled Moody loader than before.

Somehow in the all of the confusion with the reporters, Harry was able to get away from it all and scampered unknowingly towards the bank of fireplaces that he had seen before. Looking around Harry saw an old wizard with what looked like a large pot of floo powder at a large desk near the floo connection. Harry wandered over to investigate.

"Looking to floo somewhere Mister Potter?" asked a kindly looking older wizard.

Bewildered Harry started to pad his prison robes looking for a coin to hand over for the powder. Finding none, he started to walk away slowly. It didn't matter anyway, it was all a delusion and he was really asleep in his dingy dirty little cell back in Azkaban anyway.

"It's alright Mister Potter, you can go free this one time. Do you know where you want to go?"

"Home," whispered Harry.

"That sounds like a very good idea. Do you know the floo address for your home?"

Harry nodded.

"Go ahead son, it's alright, I promise," the older wizard said encouragingly.

Harry looked confused and wizard realized what was wrong and picked up the pot of floo powder and took the lid off for Harry to grab some of it. With his handful of powder, Harry walked over the fireplace and threw it into the flames, which immediately turned green.

Taking a deep breath, Harry looked for his bravery, this was after all a very detailed delusion. He wondered if they were all going to be like this. It really didn't matter in the end.

So Harry stepped into them and called out for the one place he knew to be his home.

"Azkaban."

To Be Continued … Please Read and Review

I know this is a very short chapter and it's not much of a parody, but I needed to set up a few details before I really get into it.