"Take my body back, will you Harry? Take my body back to my Father."

Harry hadn't been the same. Not since he came back from the graveyard with Cedric's body. It wasn't that he couldn't accept what happened, because, well, this time it wasn't his fault. Or… or was it? If his name hadn't got placed into the goblet, if he had just stopped Cedric from going after the trophy like any other champion would, he just had to be chivelrous. He couldn't afford to have another death - Not in Voldemorts hands. If it was the last thing he ever did, he'd protect his friends, his classmates.

You're a freak. No one likes you, why would you get any letters anyway? A freak like you doesn't deserve friends.

Harry closed his eyes and pinched his nose, sighing. His glasses moved up his nose as he tried to get rid of his thoughts. It was summer now. Another long three months at the Dursleys. He could do that, right? Perhaps he could blackmail them? The Godfather threat again could still work in his favour.

What Harry didn't realise was that Fawkes flew into the dormitory window, which was open as he wanted Hedwig to fly home, knowing she would be trapped in her cage all summer long didn't sit right with his stomach but there wasn't a lot he could do. The Dursleys gave him a roof over his head and protection. So they made him live in a cupboard under the stairs and young Harry had been sure his name was freak until he had gone to school a year later. 'A freak like you shouldn't deserve school'. He deserved all he got. Harry jumped as Fawkes made a sound, and he blinked a few times at the letter tied to his foot.

"Hullo Fawkes, I hope you've been okay." Harry spoke, sounding depressed more than anything else. It was the morning of leaving on the train, the others were at breakfast and ready to go, but, as usual, Harry was anything but ready.

The Phoenix sqwarked in response, a some what happy sound as Harry stroked him softly while taking the letter.

It was in Sirius's writing. Why did Fawkes have a letter from Sirius?

He was slightly surprised that Fawkes didn't fly away again, rather preferred being petted by Harry, it was making him feel better and wanted. Something he hadn't felt in a while.

As he went to open the letter, there was a knock on the door.

"Harry, Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office." Ginny said, her eyes widening at the sight of Fawkes she then walked into the dormitory and reached Harry, who was looking conflicted. Why did he want to speak to him? What was wrong now?

"I haven't seen Fawkes since my first year." Ginny commented softly, and the phoenix in question let her pet him on the head, singing a song as they both stood there for a moment in silence. Just enjoying the view of Hogwarts and the rare Phoenix sitting enjoying the attention.

After a few moments, Ginny spoke again.

"I'd like to say, Harry. I don't blame you."

Harry jerked his neck up and frowned slightly. People were blaming him, weren't they? For Cedric's death. Not Voldemort. They didn't believe he was back. Surely… but Dumbledore said in the funeral who it was. Why aren't they believing him? What didn't he know?

"There's talk. That Dumbledore has gone a bit crazy. I just didn't want you to be in the dark all summer and I wasn't sure if Hermione or Ron would choose to tell you or not." She explained.

He sighed. Great. It would be like second year all over again, wouldn't it?

"Thanks, Gin. If it wouldn't bother you, we could write to each other over the summer? I'd like that." Harry said, wanting to keep in touch with all of his friends. He just hoped no one would stop his letters coming through to him.

"Of course it wouldn't bother me, Harry." Ginny replied, "I have to go, I shouldn't be here. I think you should try and get your hands on the Daily Prophet. Read everything, not just the first page." She said knowingly and Harry scoffed, shaking his head, letting out a small chuckle. His forehead was still creased into a frown as he repeated Ginny's words in his head. It was like she knew something was coming. They all felt it. It was just the question of who was going to accept it.

He watched as she left, with a small wave of goodbye.

"Hey, Fawkes. Think you could take me to the Headmaster's office?" Harry asked, not thinking it would work. However, as he started to walk away from the beautiful phoenix, the bird let out a shrill and landed on Harry's head. With a flash, a second later he stumbled a little on the landing as the familiar office appeared before him. Harry had a shocked look on his face as Dumbledore looked up from his desk, an amused smile and twinkle in his eyes.

You and I are connected, Harry. Like Albus and I are. You remember my tears, yes?

Harry had his eyes closed with a frown on his face, not knowing that Fawkes could actually speak to him and Albus looked at him curiously, eyebrow raised.

Yes, I remember. Thank you for that, you saved Ginny's, Ron's and my life.

After finally being able to talk to you, that's not what I want to waste these precious few moments on. Times are changing, Harry. Be weary about who you trust. Don't trust what you can see, trust what you know. Look both ways before acting out.

Fawkes-

Sorry, that's all I have time for.

Harry opened his eyes again and only a second had passed but it had felt like a lot longer.

"I see you and Fawkes are reacquainted."

Harry nodded, still in dazed shock.

"Thank you Fawkes," Harry said, as the bird flew back to it's perch on his open cage, which Dumbledore closed as he flew in.

"You might be wondering why I've called you here." Albus spoke in his grandfatherly tone. Harry nodded, the letter still in his hand.

"It's been brought to my attention that Sirius asked you to live with him. While he is still seen as a criminal, I did some research and he didn't get a trial. Now, while I can't promise anything, Cornelius Fudge has booked him a trail for the second week of Summer."

Harry's breath hitched, "Does that mean… I might not have to be with the Dursleys all summer long?" He questioned with hope in his eyes that Albus couldn't ignore.

"It's also been brought to my attention, that your first Hogwarts letter was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. The system of the letters never lies, Harry. Professor McGonagall thought I knew, but the letters just get sent. Not through me until there's an issue, then, Professor McGonagall deals with it." He explained and Harry's stomach felt like it was twisting into many knots as he listened to the Headmaster talk. He had found out. He thought the Dursleys had got away with it after they moved him to Dudley's second room.

No.

They'll… Harry didn't know what they'd do if they found out Dumbledore knew.

"As well as a very angry letter from Mrs Weasley as to why her son's had to free you from your own room in second year. I regret I thought it was a one off. But I've had time to think since you came back from the graveyard."

Harry wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. What point was he trying to make? Was he going to send him back? Even after finding out about everything?

"Madame Pomfrey had concerns, too."

"With respect, Professor, what are you trying to tell me? Because if you want me to go back to the Dursleys just say." Harry was growing tired and he didn't like the direction he thought this was going in.

"There was a reason why I placed you there, but in the state of the world, in the state that the Dark Lord could use dark means to find you, I feel it is best that you do not return to the Dursleys this summer."

Harry must be dreaming. That was the only explanation.

"Where would I go?" Harry questioned curiously, looking like a child whose Christmas had come early.

"I believe the letter will tell you," Albus said softly. He had to change his plans, he had to rethink tactics. This shouldn't be the way a child lives. It took him a few years to realise his plan… though it had good intent at the end, wasn't going to live up to his name. After this year, after they found Alistair Moody in the trunk, Albus was done with it. Harry's cries when he brought Cedric's body back was enough. No kid should carry the pain Harry carried.

Harry opened the letter, wiping a tear drop that had fallen to his lips.

Harry,

I'm sure by now you've had the conversation with Twinkles. Moony has agreed to take you in, to take care of you. There's a place you'll like. With a lake and grounds that are just beautiful, where you should have… anyway. Twinkles will tell you where and what you should say. I'm still with my lovely mother, she greets everyone so nicely every time. You'll know what I mean soon, kiddo. Have hope.

Snuffles.

Harry sniffed, silent for a moment. He was going to live with Remus.

He couldn't quite believe it.

Something good was happening.

For once.

"When you saw your parents…" Albus started and Harry looked up, moving his glasses up to sit right on his nose with a look of sadness mixed with curiosity. "There's no spell that can bring back the dead, Harry." Dumbledore said softly and Harry wiped his eyes which had tears that were threatening to fall.

"I know, Sir."

"That being said, there are paintings."

"I know- what do you mean?" Harry asked. Wondering where he was going with this.

"You'll know what I mean soon, Harry." Harry groaned frustratedly, what was it with adults knowing everything but not sharing what they know?

"You'll be taking the knight bus and meeting Remus. From there, you'll need to remember these words..."

Albus showed Harry a piece of paper.

The last enemy that shall be defeated is death

Author's note: This was a mini writing competition, the challenge was to have Albus find out just how the Dursley's treated him. Good Albus, set after GoF. Hope you enjoyed it. This will most likely only be a one shot.