Chapter 9: Leaving

"Ron, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, I've made my decision!" Harry got the table's attention. There was silence in the background, no fighting was heard, nothing. The five were in a world of their own.

Silence.

"I need to go away, far, far away!" Harry's gruff voice was heard breaking the silence like a bullet through glass. Hermione looked horrified as she saw the look in Harry's eyes. His emerald eyes showed flames of anger and frustrationas everyone's skin at the tablegrew goosebumps on them.

"But where will you go Harry?" Hermione squeaked. Harry pulled out a blue letter from his robes' pocket and read the letter out loud.

Dear My Potter,

I know myself that you would want to travel the world. Leave England for a change. I have a proposal that will tend to your every needs. Meet me at the address signed at the back of this letter. Bring none of your belongings, you won't be needing them. I will be expecting you the morning after the English Ministry Ball. Goodnight Mr. Potter.

Signed,
Mr. Matthew W. Lee

Harry stuffed the letter back into his robes. "I'm leaving right now. Goodbye Ron, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, maybe some day we'll meet again." Harry sighed. "I'll write to you guys, don't forget to answer them.

Harry had a small smile on his face. Ron spluttered, Merlin Harry was not joking. He was leaving England. Before anything was said, Harry had left through the front doors of the ballroom into the garden, energy cackling behind him.

The table was silent, Remus and Tonks having blank looks on their faces, Hermione replaying all that Harry said over and over again, and Ron in complete stupidity opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"Ron!" Ron snapped out of his daze and saw a frantic Ginny running towards their table. "Where did Harry go!" Ron said nothing. All he did was point at the door continuing into the garden. Ginny looked at the door determined and ran after Harry.

Harry was now past the garden and into the cathedral style hall. His magical energy cracked around him as the large cathedral style glass broke into splinters seconds after Harry ran past them. Behind him, it looked like a hurricane had just passed through the hall.

"Harry wait!"

Harry stopped, Ginny's voice. He needed to get far away, as far as possible. Looking at the telephone booth, he groaned. It would take too long. Ginny would catch up. Harry did not want to talk to Ginny right now. Adrenaline was racing through his blood. Harry looked up. Ministry anti-apparition walls. Harry grinned. In a second, he disappeared in a CRACK pushing himself through the security walls of the Ministry like a hot knife through butter.

Ginny looked at the spot where Harry just stood. A house-elf ran towards Ginny.

"Madame, Mr. Potter has left his cloak." Ginny looked at the dark cloak in the house-elf's arms before gently taking it from his arms. Folding the cloak in her arms, she could smell the scent of Harry. Mountain Pine and Aftershave. Ginny looked towards the spot where Harry stood again.

He was gone…

Harry couldn't and wouldn't leave England now. He still had two more places to go. Now walking through the front gates of Hogwarts, he raced past the large plains of grass past Hagrid's hut. The moonlight illuminated the large castle walls as the Great Hall was currently lit with thousands of candles. The students must be at dinner, thought Harry.

Winds swept across the plains of grass creating waves upon waves of grass to slow past Harry's shoes. Pushing forward, Harry found his destination.

Dumbledore's Grave.

Yes, the white tomb where the last of his great guardians had died, all for the good of the world. Harry learned in his long hard teenager life that for good to happen, you had to lost your loved ones, it's the endless circle of life. Life creates death and death creates life. The natural balance…

Dumbledore's words echoed in his head. "Just keep fighting and fighting to keep evil at bay." "I will always be with you Harry."

Harry walked up to the tomb, the wind sweeping the grass around the tomb like waves around a single island.

Nobility of spirit…intellectual contribution…and greatness of heart. Harry chuckled as Dumbledore's few choice of words were nitwit, blubber, oddment, and tweak.

Harry stood at exactly this spot almost three whole years ago. The day Dumbledore left us all in the real world. But no, Dumbledore was still here, his spirit forever connected with this world. Harry touched his heart. Dumbledore's still with me.

Harry produced a single rose as he gently walked towards the grave and laid it beside the grave.

Harry stepped back a few paces before he noticed something was missing. Dumbledore was definitely a powerful, but peculiar wizard. Smiling, Harry got a farfetched idea.

Harry walked towards the grave again, this time summoning a pair of periwinkle socks with twinkling stars engraved with the wool. Smiling, Harry stepped back after placing the pair of socks beside the rose. Something Dumbledore always wanted but no-one sent him.

"Goodnight Dumbledore" Harry smiled softly before disapparating away.

Harry's last visit before setting off on his life adventure. Godric's Hallow.

Looking beyond the horizon, the sun was starting to rise bringing a golden tinge to the mist-covered dewy grass around Harry's parents and his godfather, Sirius. Located right under a large tree that gave the graves shade, Harry slowly walked towards the three places of eternal resting.

Harry knelt down besides the three graves giving his respect towards each of them before time was almost up. He had to leave soon.

An idea popped into Harry's head, brandishing his wand out, he walked towards his dad's grave.

James Potter

Kind Soul

Brave Heart

World's best husband

Harry started to write on the grave. Standing up and admiring his work, he gently started to work on his mum's grave.

James Potter

Kind Soul

Brave Heart

World's Best Husband

World's Best Dad

Lily Potter

Intellectual

Kind Soul

Brave Heart

World's Best Wife

World's Best Mum

Harry scratched his head. What to do with Sirius?

Sirius Black

Pure aura

Uncommon Care

Snuffles

Worst Dog-Breath in World

World's Best Godfather

The sun was up. Harry's time was up. Harry stood up and wiped his eyes before opening up his letter. Inside was a portkey that would be activating in ten seconds.

"Sirius, Dad…" Harry looked from one grave to another. "Take care of mum."

And after that, Harry disappeared in a flash of white light.

Butler Balthazar walked from the front door towards Mr. Lee's study room. Tapping on the doorway, he was ushered in.

"Master."

Mr. Lee looked up from his work. Balthazar cleared his throat.

"You guests will arrive tomorrow." Mr. Lee looked pleased.

"All five of them Balthazar?" The Butler nodded.

"Prepare the conference room! Tomorrow will be a great day!"

Author's Note: Alright, the next chapter is where everything begins. A new Life for Harry. Review!