Disclaimer: I don't now nor have I ever owned Harry Potter. Yes the truth hurts very badly. sighs tearfully

A/N- once more I would like to ask if anyone has an idea for titles to this story please write it in a review.

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When we last left our boy her….sorry young man hero:

"Good-bye, Harry."

Turning to leave Petunia gave in to the one impulse she had to help her sister's son. Pulling out some money she laid it on the counter and muttered as she left the room.

"That should be enough to get you out of here."

Harry nodded at the semi torn woman and picked up the money, quickly stowing it in his front right pocket. He walked to the cupboard where his trunk was and opened the now unlocked door. He stumbled slightly as the ground rumbled under his feet. Looking up he sighed as he recognized the wave of power around Private drive number 4 fade. The wards were falling.

Harry knew he was in trouble if the wards finished falling before someone came to get him. He didn't know what wards were what, but he knew the weaker ones were falling fast. Dragging his trunk to the stair way Harry quickly cast a feather weight charm on it before lugging it up the vast amount of stairs. He'd been able to cast wandless magic for a while now.

Walking in he heard Hedwig panicking. Walking swiftly to her cage Harry let the distraught bird free murmuring softly.

"Don't worry Hedwig, its ok. Someone will get us before the final wards fall."

Harry continued to calm the bird as he quickly gathered the few things that were in his room placing them in the trunk and shrinking it.

"Hedwig, if for some reason something happens, because come on who are you talking to, Take this trunk and fly to the closest place that has someone there to help me. Also I'll put this around the trunk so they'll see it too."

Scribbling a quick note Harry wrapped the parchment around the trunk and placed the item in a small pouch and tied it.

"The wards are falling quickly, my friends. If I'm right they will be all gone by early morning."

No one saw the three cloaked figures as they hid under the large oak tree in the park down the street from Private Drive number 4. The tallest one grinned twistedly as he agreed with his companion.

"I believe your right, Avery, I'm shocked to see just how quickly some of them fell, but I'm glad it shortens the wait."

Looking to their third partner the man called Avery inquired the rat like man.

"Do you really think the Dark Lord will favor us for doing this without his order to do so?"

With a pitying shake of his head the cowardly man said.

"What else can we do? He may kill us next chance, if we don't make up for our repeated failures."

With agreeing nods from the two men, the three figures sat to wait out the fall of wards.

Harry stood from the floor where he had been dusting,

'They may be throwing me out but until Dumbledore sends someone to get me I need something to do.'

Moving on to the kitchen Harry pulled the mop and bucket from the pantry and got to work on the filthy floor.

'Where is Dumbledore's man to get me? I've been here for hours and no one is here to get me yet, does think I won't leave ones the wards are done falling?'

Little did Harry know that the letter that was written to the wise wizard was never read. See when Dumbledore left Harry to the Dursley's all those years ago he'd left in the envelope a small stack of parchment. When ever they wanted to speak with him they could write on this charmed paper and the question would be received on its partner in the headmaster's office. The reason the Headmaster never read this letter was the same reason he was never alerted to the falling of the wards. The wise wizard was a moron for trusting these people. For at this moment Dumbledore was in a meeting with several inner circle Order members at Grimauld place 12. The alarm for the wards and the back up crystal (should Dumbledore not be at his desk) that would warm at the danger were all in the very office the man should have been at.

The night wore on as Harry scrubbed the floor, just as he stood to stretch the house shook knocking the bucket of soapy water over as well as several pictures off the wall. Looking around as Harry tried to remain upright he realized what happened. With wide eyes he felt for his wand in the inside pocket he'd sewn on one of the too large t-shirts. Moments later the shaking subsided and Harry tensed.

'Ok Dumbledore, jokes over. Where are you?'

Suddenly Harry heard a slight thumping behind him.

"Moody?"

He whispered as he spun around only to come face to face with a hooded figure. Stepping back slightly Harry heard a laugh come from the figure.

"Hello, Harry, you're going to make a great gift to my Lord."

With a raised brow Harry answered mockingly

"Your 'Lord' as you call him, will have to do with out me."

The cloaked man started toward Harry with a determined air. Stumbling back slightly Harry spun around and started to run. Stepping down he felt the floor shift as he stepped onto one of the brushes he'd used to scrub the floor. For once Fate (though I sure she got a kick out of it) was on Harry's side and the brush slid him to the kitchen door that led to the living room. Running through it Harry quickly locked the door, grinning slightly as he heard the sounds of the Death Eater slipping on the wet tiled floor. Not slowing down Harry ran through the living room to the door to the hallway locking it as he passed. Seeing the front door coming up Harry made a split second decision a veered off to the stairs.

'Fate was on my side earlier, but I've learned she has a twisted scene of humor, better not push it.'

Casting a wandless silencing charm around himself, his wand long forgotten, Harry flew up the stairs and into his room.

'For once I'm glad Vernon put those locks on my door.'

He thought as he quickly locked the five padlocks, two deadbolts, and door knob. Stepping back into the shadows Harry heard the tail tell sounds of someone coming up the stairs as they creaked from the added weight. Waiting for the right time to strike Harry stood with his back to the wall.

'Where are the others? Death Eaters never work alone.'