Summary.

            Well, Leena is out of Azkaban, and she's on her way somewhere, nobody knows where.  Rubeus Hagrid, who is madly in love with her, is now seeing her picture, and Harry, Ron and Hermione vow to bring her to him.  Hmmmmmmmm.  How will that turn out, I wonder?  Read on and find out!

                        Disclaimer:  None but one of the characters in the story belong to me.  The rest belong to J.K. Rowling, author of all five original Harry Potter books.

            As Promised, here is Chapter two.

            Chapter Two.  TravelingMeeting Dumbledore in Hiding.

            Leena took her hair, and swung it wildly over her shoulders, as she stared at the small, hand-held mirror she was holding.  She'd found the mirror as she was scavenging about for a piece of paper to write to Professor Dumbledore, and it had caught her eye, as had the small, heart necklace she'd seen with-in the trash Bins.  It had looked exactly as the heart necklace that Hagrid had once given her had looked, and him being her last memory, before she'd been dragged away to a different place, Leena found she missed him greatly.

            Hagrid had always been a good, loyal friend to her, and as she thought of him, a tear came to her eyes, and she couldn't help but smile to herself, as she thought of him, and how kind he'd always been to her.  Leena had never been the popular girl in school, nor had she been the girl everyone had loved, and as Hagrid had never been popular either, they had got along quite well, and were special friends, since her first year there.

            Leena remembered vividly, the look on Hagrid's face, when she'd come to him in his cabin that night, and how she'd pleaded with him, not to believe them when they'd taken her away, and how she'd begged him to believe she'd been innocent.  She'd known, as she'd wandered down to his cabin that night, that Hagrid would be the only one to believe her, and with Dumbledore away, she'd gone to the only other person she'd known, seeking the comfort she wished so desperately would come.  Hagrid had not been able to so much as lay a hand on her, before that prat Bartemius Croutch had come, and though she could hardly remember the days of Azkaban, she could remember the only thought keeping her mind alive was the fact that one day, she would have her revenge on the Man, for putting her in the prison, without proving she'd been guilty.  Leena, as far as she knew, was guilty of very little, and at the same time, there had never been a doubt in her mind, that she'd never been guilty of siding with Lord Voldemort, and she knew she never would.

            Presently, Leena lifted the mirror to her face, and examined the lines of wrinkles Azkaban had left behind.  Years of being unhappy, always wondering when and where the Dementors would strike, had left Leena looking ten years older than she'd look otherwise and she hated them for it.  She'd wanted to look presentable when she returned to Hogwarts, and she found she would never do such a thing, if anyone had much to say of it.  For one, her robes were old and tattered, and her hair matted and forgotten.  Her eyes were sunken in and haunted, as were the eyes of so many others from that horrible Wizzarding Jail, and her face, as was theirs, was wrinkled and old-looking.

            Finding she could not look at her face any longer, Leena withdrew the mirror, and looked about, for the wand she knew was no longer there.  It had been snapped, as all the wands were from those in Azkaban, and she missed it greatly, wondering how she would protect herself if she was caught.  Leena ma have spent the last twenty years in Azkaban, but the truth was, she knew nothing of how to use the skills needed to protect herself, nor did she have a wand to use, as she knew she'd need.  Finally, deciding not to worry too much, Lena placed the mirror back in her pocket, and began to walk on, trying her hardest to smile, though she found it difficult to do so.

            As Leena's footsteps touched the ground, she clutched the heart necklace round her neck, and thought of the times she'd talked with Rubeus Hagrid, and of how much she'd missed those times with him.  Leena had always respected him, though Tom Riddle had been so awful to him, and though Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape and Lucius's cronies, Crabbe and Goyle had been so unkind to him, Leena had stood beside him, valuing his friendship as none other than her had been able to.  Her intellect to him had been great, and as she had always cared deeply for him, Leena found herself in wonder, as to whether or not he would be at Hogwarts when she returned, or whether Dumbledore was still a Headmaster or not.

            Suddenly, Leena stopped, and looked cautiously around, her face serious and wondering, as she searched the stars above.  The thought of Dumbledore not being Headmaster anymore had never occurred to her, and as she thought of it, she felt her heart jump in her throat, as her last hope left her.  If Dumbledore was no longer headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizzardry, she would be caught, and worse than that, the Dementors would kiss her, as she'd feared most of her life that they were going to.  She could remember times when she was sure they would, and then they seemed to glide past her cell, like so many spiders along the web of dangerous ground, and Leena would think sadly, of how, once again, they had forgotten her, for even death seemed better than the lonely nights she had spent in the prison, hearing the screams of others as she went on.

            Suddenly, the lights of Hogsmeade flashed in front of Leena's eyes, and she wondered again, how she'd come to be in that area of the land.  It seemed only seconds before, she'd been in the darkness of the woods, and, as she looked up, Leena realized the sun was beginning to cross over the horizon, on its way up for the day.  Leena had not known how long she'd stood there, dreaming and thinking of Hogwarts, and as she hurried to her hiding place in the caves, Leena felt her heart sink, for the Ministry seemed to search daily for her, with more and more wizards and witches looking for her, and she hated it, as she wondered in vain, why she seemed to be so wanted. 

            "Excuse me, but why are you hiding in there?" a voice asked, interrupting her thoughts, as she hunched down behind a stack of forgotten garbage bins.

            Leena jumped, startled at the Man's approach, and quickly, she took from her pocket, a large piece of broken glass, ready to strike at the Man, should she need to.  Smiling, the Man walked to her side, and quietly, seeing she was shocked and startled, he removed the glass piece gently from her hand, and stood her up to face him.  He was looking into her eyes, his eyes of blue shining brilliantly, as she stared, and Leena knew at once who it must be.

            "Dumbledore?" She asked, surprised, as she saw the half-moon spectacles he wore on his nose.

            "In the flesh.  Perhaps you would like a visit to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizzardry, where I am still a Headmaster, and will be for many years to come." Dumbledore said, as he held Leena's hand a moment, and then dropped it gently down at her side.

            "Oh, Professor!  I was just thinking---but---you're here!" Leena said, as words seemed to fail her.

            "I know, Leena Michaels.  I have for some time.  You were sure to come to Hogwarts, but never mind that now.  Hold out your arms." Professor Dumbledore said, as he tapped his wand upon Leena's head, and muttered beneath his breath.

            A curious feeling, like something cold traveling over Leena's body, seemed to happen, and, as it traveled, and the twinkling blue eyes twinkled behind their spectacles, Leena felt her heart jump, as thought someone were playing a game of ball with it.   Wondering why his eyes were twinkling, Leena looked first into those brilliant blue eyes, and then down at herself.

            Her body had become some kind of chemafladging device, and Leena knew, as she had stood in front of the most feared and powerful Professor to Voldemort, that he had worked some kind of spell, and was working it as she was thinking or whenever she moved, her body blended with the nearest object to it.  She felt cold, as she moved about, and as she looked with a questioning thought to the twinkling eyes, she knew why.

            "Let us go, Leena Michaels.  That was a chemafladging charm I have placed upon you, and it seems to work nicely.   There is much to tell you, and very little time to fill you in." Dumbledore said, as he began to walk thru the town of Hogsmeade, with Leena following close behind.

            Leena followed Professor Dumbledore quickly thru the town, and began to climb the hill to Hogwarts, surprised at how well the grounds looked, as she drew nearer to the place she'd loved for so long.  Leena had missed Hogwarts greatly, and as she'd come nearer to her School of happiness, she'd felt a pang of pride, growing with-in her, with every step.  This was truly where she'd belonged, surrounded by her friends, and as she stepped onto the grounds of Hogwarts, she took a deep, free breath of fresh air.  She was finally safe, and there was nothing the Ministry could do to find her now, for she had found Dumbledore, and was back upon the safe grounds of Hogwarts, where there were hopefully people who still loved her, and did not blame her for the incident of twenty years ago, and who knew of her innocence, no matter what the Daily Proffit, had said of her.