After rummaging trough his trunk, which was almost broken in half after he tried to turn it into a wardrobe, he found his wand. He was going to throw it away when he got back, pretend he never had it. Pretend he never was a wizard. Maybe subconsciously he wanted to use it again, be a wizard.

"I found it, let's go!" He was now excited, he didn't know why. Before he couldn't stand the idea of leaving his "nothing" routine.

He was beginning to climb out the window, but Anastasia stopped him. "Wait!"

"What?"

"I think you should let the Weasleys' know what you're doing."

"Ok, but why?" He was being so serious, maybe because Anastasia also had that look on her beautiful face.

"They have the right to know…they care about you a lot and would be so worried about you."

"Well of course they would be worried! Me heading off to finish off Voldemort with a total stranger-"

"NO HARRY!" She had a frightened look on her face, "You must not tell them I am here, no one can know. Do you understand?"

"Yeah…" he was scared, why did she not want anyone to know she was here?

"Harry this will only work if you do as I say, EVERYTHING I say. Got that?"

"Okay…"

"Great, then let's go. You go tell them you're going, and I'll be right behind you."

"Okay, so you're going to be…"

"Invisible"

"Right then, so you're going to be invisible, and I'm going to tell them I'm going to kill Voldemort?"

"Right…a tad nervous are we Harry?"

He laughed, unconvincingly, with fear screaming in his eyes, "Me? Nervous? No way!"

She gave him a look, he knew what it meant. The look that says, who are you trying to fool? "It's just…after everything that's happened, how can I tell them I'm leaving. I'm putting them in so much danger, now that Voldemort knows how much they mean to me. I mean you know what happened to…"

"Yes Harry, I understand. But they will too. If you just take my help, you can do this… with out putting anyone in danger."

Tears were welling in his eyes. "I don't think…I can do this anymore…"

"Harry I understand how hard this must be for you. But do you really want to let the person who killed your parents win?"

That Anastasia always knew what to say, she was not only the most beautiful person you will ever see, but also, very clever! "You're right! If I'm not going to do this for me, then I'm going to do this for my parents! He killed them…HE KILLED THEM…HE KILLED-"

"Shhh! Harry! Honestly!" She smiled, that comforting smile, that made you feel safe, even when you were about to go kill the darkest wizard of all time! "Now let's go, before you change your mind again!"

They both walked downstairs to join the Weasleys for breakfast. Harry turned around to turn back.

"You can do this Harry…" Anastasia said to him and then disappeared.

I can do this. He told himself. Be a man, do the right thing.

"Harry…is everything alright…I thought I heard you shouting before…" Hermione came running to him. "I was just coming to get you…"

"Oh…I wasn't shouting…must be the neighbours."

"Harry…we're in the middle of nowhere…we don't have neighbours."

He felt so stupid, dumbstruck, and didn't know what to say. For some reason he wished Anastasia was there. Maybe she was but he wouldn't know. "Umm…Right! Oh…I hit my foot on the door. I should have opened the door instead of trying to walk through it aye!" he let out an obvious fake laugh.

"Okay…well hurry! Everyone's dying to see you!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the kitchen. Everyone was sitting at the table, well almost everyone. Mrs Weasley had prepared a feast for breakfast. He could do with a good meal after weeks of eating barely anything. Mrs Weasley spotted Harry first.

"Oh Harry!" She ran over to Harry and gave him a big hug. "Dear, you must be starving. Come on, dear sit down, don't be shy…"

"Actually Mrs Weasley-"

"Where's his plate…oh Ginnie dear, fetch Harry plate will you?"

Ginnie was sitting at the other end of the table next to Mr Weasley, who was avoiding eye contact with Harry.

"Ginnie…I think mom said to get Harry a pl-"

"I heard her" she replied, without looking at either her parents, or Harry.

"Well do you want to get him one then?"

She got up to get a plate for Harry.

Harry stood up, "Look, don't worry about it Ginnie, I've actually got to-"

"No, no Harry, you must eat! Ginnie, get him the plate…"

"No it's really okay-"

"Don't be silly dear…GINNIE…plate?"

Ginnie came back with the plate. Then she smashed it to the floor. Everyone sitting at the table; Hermione, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Fred and George and Harry, all looked at her, startled.

Hermione took a step forward and took out her wand and pointed it to the broken remains of the plate, "Arculus Repairum" The tiny pieces of china formed back together again, and rose to the air, then landed gently onto the table. Ginnie ran out of the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. Hermione followed her. Fred and George left too.

Harry could understand why Ginnie would do that, and why Mr Weasley was avoiding eye contact, but why was Mrs Weasley being so nice to him. There was a silence; Harry looked at Mrs Weasley, tears in her eyes.

"I'm just going to get the cake out of the oven" she said as she wiped the tears from her face and walked into the kitchen.

Harry looked at Mr Weasley, who was now looking at Harry. 'So…Harry…"

"Mr Weasley, I'm so sorry about all this, but there is something I must tell you."

Mr Weasley did not reply.

"Well…I'm leaving…"

"What? Why? Where are you going" Mr Weasley stood up and walked over to where Harry was standing. "What is this nonsense boy?"

"I'm leaving…to…umm…finish what I started…"

"Is this a joke boy? Or are you serious about this?"

"Well…"

"Oh my gosh! You're not joking. Do you think it's a good idea, after what happened last time?"

"It's for the best!"

"No, Harry, it's not-"

"If I stay here, he's bound to find me. He found my parents, didn't he?"

"But-"

"He killed my parents because they were in the way. I couldn't do that to this family." He looked at Mr Weasley, who was trying to think of something to say. Anything.

"Well, then I guess there's nothing I can do to stop you. But, Harry, I doubt Mrs Weasley will let you through that door…"

"Well I better go then."

"What…Now?"

"I have to…"

"Without saying goodbye? But Harry, what if… it could be the last time-"

"Bye Mr Weasley…don't worry, I'll be back…I'll be back." And with that, Harry left, taking his things with him, he saw Anastasia reappear, looking so much more beautiful than he remembered.

Mrs Weasley walked back into the kitchen carrying the cake, "Okay Harry, still hungry, I've got the cake-"

She looked up, to see that he wasn't there anymore. "Where did he go?"

"He left."

"Okay Harry, I got your broom for you. We'll have to fly to the exit because it's too far too walk and we cannot apparate in here because of the spell."

"Okay" He took his Firebolt from her.

"Oh wait, before we start this, I have to give you something." She handed him a shining, sparkly transparent little bag.

He took it from her, "What is it?" He opened the bag, and saw the shimmering dust inside.

"It's Invisibility Dust. Harry be very careful with it, it's very rare."

"Wow, thanks!" He put it in his pocket very carefully and slowly.

"Oh Harry you don't have to be that careful with it."

"Oh okay" then he stuffed it into his pocket.

"Nor do you have to be so rough with it."

"Sorry."

"Okay, so let's go!"

"Wait, you don't have a broom, how are you going to fly? Cause if you were thinking of catching a ride with me then-"

"Oh god no! I'd rather walk than make you suffer like that! I have my own broom." Then with a small wave of her hand, her broom appeared in her hands. She mounted her broom and lifted off into the air. "Are you coming, Harry?"

Harry too mounted his broom and followed after her. She was going a lot faster on her old tatty broom than he was on his Firebolt, but he knew better not to challenge her at a time like this.

She slowed down to go back down to land. But Harry saw this as a good time to speed up. He zoomed past her as she went down low. "HARRY, WATCH OUT, IT'S A WALL!"

But it was too late; he smashed into this imaginary wall, and fell back off his broom. Luckily, just at the moment Anastasia broke his fall. She ran over to him, and then looked up. The wall was on fire and spitting out sparks. "Harry…Harry…" she was almost whispering, as if she did not want to wall to know what she was saying. "Slowly get up and move back."

He did so, ever so slowly, but it was too late. He took a step on a small stick and made a crunch. Suddenly the fire on the wall started blazing and starting throwing out balls of fire.

"HARRY…"