Author's Note

Sorry, but I never uploaded this chapter...So chapters 2, 3, and were formally not included, 2 and 3


"It's so nice to know that you have forgotten me already Potter" said a familiar Scottish brogue.

"Oliver. It's so good to see you" Harry said as he eyed his former captain.

Oliver had grown a few inches and his hair was lighter—almost golden. Harry couldn't help but notice how hot his former captain had become.

"I heard. I'm sorry to hear about your godfather. My parents knew he was innocent. They went to school with yours."

Harry started to cry.

"Oh now I've done it. Potter, I'm really sorry. I'm hoprrible with talking to people. You know that. I was about to grab a bite with the team. I'll cancel. It looks like you need me more."

"Oliver don't do this. I'm fine."

"Potter, stop this. You need to defeat Voldemort! You need to realize you are not at fault for their deaths. You need to realize that holding it in will only make it worse."

Harry didn't respond. He just fell into Oliver's arms and cried. Luckily no one paid any attention to them because it was not a pretty picture

"Thank you."

"Potter, just relax. You are coming home with me. I don't care what the Order says. You are safest wherever YOU feel safest."

"How do you know that?"

"I've done some research."

"Who did you talk to?"

"As a matter of fact, I've been researching blood wards, the Fidelus Charm, and a few other things with Bill and Remus."

"You've a read a book!" Harry said as he passed out.

That was too much!