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Guest: I am sorry for that, I do admit that I have a problem with switching my tenses but I'm getting better at it.

Calmzone1: I'm glad you liked them! I wanted them to see a little bit of how Harry would treat them for only contacting him on Dumbledore's orders. Also, I felt that Harry should tell the twins some of the truth since he trusts them.

JWOHPfan: Aw, thanks so much for enjoying it! I hope you continue to do so!

d1n0s: Okay, a couple of things. One, Harry might only be fourteen (fifteen soon), but he had to grow up fast, so, despite prone to being angry like most teens, he is more mature than some people his age (at least in my story he is). Two, the only reason Harry trusted Dumbledore was that he manipulated him into thinking he was one of the few adults he could trust, not because he read about all the things he did. Three, I am NOT making Harry and Hermione enemies, nor am I making Ron and Harry enemies. Harry is not just mad at them for not getting in contact with him while he was with the Dursleys, something I was going to explain in later chapters. He was just angry with them. And four, in this story, Harry and Neville are closer than they were in canon, which means that they have a different relationship. I was going to expand on that more as the story progressed.

Albus couldn't help but sigh as he placed his head in his hands. He was in his office at Hogwarts and had been trying in vain to figure out ways to track down Harry Potter.

None of the usual spells had worked. Every locator spell Albus knew, every tracking potion that was known to him, even some that the Ministry has banned ages ago, had failed.

It was becoming clear to Albus that whoever had Harry was keeping him behind secure wards and possibly had made their location unplottable on a map.

"Of all times for the brat to run away," the Headmaster said to himself, unable to keep the words in. "Voldemort is back. His Death Eaters are once again on the move. This is NOT the time for a petty teenage rebellion. The boy needs to be protected until the time is right to strike the mortal blow against Tom. He knew he needed to stay with his aunt and uncle. I thought I had trained him better than that!"

To make matters even worse, he had received bad news yesterday evening from Sirius and Remus. The Black heir had sent a letter saying that Harry had written him and his friends back but still didn't give any clues as to where he was or who his mysterious 'relative' was.

The fact that Mister Potter called this stranger his 'guardian' also worried Albus. Besides the Dursleys, no one other than Sirius and the Malfoys had any legal right to him (except for Andromeda and her family, but he doubted the Ministry would allow them custody of Harry Potter, especially if Narcissa and her family speak up). There was no word about them trying to gain custody.

'Most likely a slip of the tongue,' Albus had first thought when he read Sirius' letter, ignoring as he did so the sliver of doubt that crept down his spine.

The bad news he had received from Remus was equally troubling. The man had arrived at Hogwarts around the same time Albus had received Sirius' letter. In fact, he had just finished reading the disturbing missive when Remus had rushed into his office with his face pale and worried.

The werewolf had reported sensing a powerful magical signature right across the street from Harry's place of residence.

'Whoever took Mister Potter must've watched the house a long while for their magic to be condensed in such a way,' Albus mused to himself. 'Especially long enough for Remus to mistake that person as someone powerful like myself.'

The Headmaster sighed once again. "But this person still managed to take Mister Potter right out from under me," he remarked aloud, his voice laced with frustration. "They are obviously a cunning individual if they were able to get the one over on me."

The portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses that hung in the office watched as Albus became frustrated at his lack of resources.

Phineas Black was practically grinning as he sat in his portrait, and his eyes were glinting with malicious glee as he watched the 'great and wonderful' Albus Dumbledore fret over his carefully laid plans.

'Ha!' he thought triumphantly. 'I hope whoever this 'mysterious person' is will continue to thwart you, you meddlesome old bastard.'

"No," Albus continued to think aloud. "No, this will not do at all. The boy must show up sooner or later. Maybe if I write to him myself, remind him of the many people counting on him to bring down Voldemort, he'll see sense."

The aged Headmaster smiled to himself. "Yes, I think I'll do exactly that," he mused. "The brat's hero complex will be my ally once again."

Harry sat at his desk in his room at Peverell Cottage, his summer homework out in front of him.

With his stuff no longer being locked up, he didn't have to wait until being on the Hogwarts Express to rush and do his homework. Since now he could do his homework in his room like a regular teen, he will actually have a chance of getting a grade higher than an 'Acceptable' when he turns it in on the first day of classes. He was actually pretty excited to see how he'll do this time.

(A part of his brain lamented on the fact he got so excited for something so simple as just doing his homework in the daylight. Stupid Dursleys.)

He was halfway through writing an essay for Transfiguration when he heard his door open. Harry turned and smiled. "Hey, Hunter."

Hunter had woken him up early that morning once again for Occlumency lessons before cooking an excellent breakfast for the two of them.

The older man had said they had some things to do that day, which was why he didn't start teaching Harry anything new; he was saving that for tomorrow.

"Hello, Harry," Hunter said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Sure," the teen shrugged as he stood. He made sure to grab his wand and stow it in his back pocket before he hurried after Hunter as the man left the room. "Where are we first going anyway?"

"Gringotts."

"Gringotts?"

"Yep," Hunter grinned as they stopped in front of the fireplace. "We'll be going there to get something important done, and then there are some things we need to pick up in Diagon Alley."

"Oh," Harry replied as Hunter grabbed a pouch off the fireplace mantle that was filled with Floo Powder.

"Before we go, there's something you need to know," Hunter said seriously. His green eyes bored into Harry's own as he tried to convey how vital his next words were. "No doubt, Dumbledore will have at least one person watching Diagon Alley just in case you happen to 'escape' from me."

Despite the importance of the situation, Harry couldn't stop his snort at Hunter's use of quotation marks.

The man's lips twitched in amusement. "While we're outside in Diagon Alley, I'll need you to stick close to me. Depending on who's there, they might try and Apparate you away as soon as they see you. For your safety," he said, the last word uttered sarcastically.

Harry couldn't stop the shiver that racked his body at the thought of being taken away from Hunter's protection, not to mention the man himself. "What about the shops?" he asked. "Do you want me to stick close to you while we're there, too?"

"I would prefer if you remained in my sight, but it isn't necessary if you don't want to," Hunter conceded. "All the shops have Anti-Apparition charms to prevent anyone from just picking something up and Apparating out of there without paying. If they aim to take you, they'll have to get you out of the shop, and I'm pretty sure you can raise enough hell to stall them long enough for me to get there."

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat before he nodded in understanding. Discussing the possibility of getting kidnapped as though it were the weather was what Harry hated about his life. That he was treated special and above everyone else all because his mum did something that allowed him to live.

Hunter saw that the topic made Harry uncomfortable and regretted that it was necessary to say the words. But the Wizarding World always shoved Harry into the spotlight, whether it was for good or ill, and now he had a target on his back. Whether it was a good thing or a bad one, Harry Potter was a celebrity.

(Almost everyone had celebrated the defeat of Voldemort and was always slightly happier on Halloween, the day it happened, but hardly anyone, except a select few, gave more thought to the fact that Harry was orphaned that night. As if it was a minimal detail that didn't matter in the big picture. It disgusted him.)

Hunter held out the pouch of Floo Powder towards the teen. "Here," he said. "Go to the Leaky Cauldron; I'll be right behind you."

Harry clenched his jaw and gave a nod before he reached out and took a handful. He threw it into the flames and watched as the crackling fire went from a mixture of orange, red, and yellow, to its brilliant green color.

He strode into the flames and, after making sure not to inhale any smoke, declared firmly, "The Leaky Cauldron."

The green flames swirled around him, and he shut his eyes when he began to see other grates rush past him sickeningly fast.

He forgot how much he disliked Floo Travel.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds, he felt his feet slam firmly onto solid ground, and he warily opened his eyes after his eyelids were no longer tinged in green.

He took in the scene of The Leaky Cauldron as he stepped out of the fireplace. As usual, there was hardly anyone there, and Tom was behind the bar as usual. He and some others had glanced up when Harry arrived, but Tom merely smiled at him before returning to his task of wiping down the counter.

The others who had glanced at him were openly staring before they leaned over to whisper to their neighbor.

(Harry was grateful to those who just ignored him.)

The glasses-wearing teen only had enough time to frown at the gawkers before the fire roared in the fireplace behind him, and Hunter stepped out smoothly, his face a calm mask.

"Let us be on our way, Harry," Hunter said smoothly, ignoring the looks sent his way.

He placed a hand on Harry's back and guided him towards the end of the room where the entrance to Diagon Alley was located.

When they finally entered the bustling shopping district, Harry couldn't help but go tense as he remembered Hunter's warning. His eyes began darting this way and that, looking to see if anyone were looking at them suspiciously.

Unfortunately, as the two made their way towards Gringotts, more and more people recognized who Harry was and began to regard him with glaring eyes and deep frowns. They moved away from Harry, and consequently Hunter too, as they walked past them as if being close to the two was dangerous.

But when Harry had glanced up at Hunter, worried about the possibility of being shouted/cursed at in public, he caught a glimpse of a steely glint in the man's eyes that he hadn't seen before, a sort of vague promise lurking in his gaze.

Hunter's face was still set in its neutral expression, his posture was yet relaxed as they walked down the street, but his eyes had darkened from their green color to an almost black hue.

Hunter didn't glare, didn't approach anyone who was, but when it looked as if someone was going to walk up to them, Hunter locked gazes with the man.

To Harry's surprise, the man went completely ashen and stumbled back. The man didn't look over again.

If Hunter could do that to someone with just a look, Harry wondered what he'd look like well and truly angry. That part of his mind shuddered at the implications while the rest of him just took it in stride.

No one dared to approach the duo after that, and although some people still sent Harry some dark looks, they were left alone during their trek towards Gringotts.

Hunter nodded his head in respect towards the goblins on either side of the bronze doors, something Harry noticed had the two widen their eyes with apparent shock before he led the teen inside.

The Wizarding Bank was as crowded as it was the last time Harry was there, long lines in front of the counters where even more goblins were seated behind. It wasn't loud enough to mask their footsteps as they walked in, and the echoing sound made Harry shrink in on himself self-consciously.

Hunter used the hand that still rested on Harry's back to guide the teen forward.

Harry's surprise only grew when Hunter led him towards the front of one of the lines, bypassing everyone.

There were a few angry mutterings as they passed, especially when a few people recognized Harry, but Hunter soldiered on until he stood in front.

"I need to speak with Barlor about matters of grand importance," Hunter asserted strongly to the goblin behind the counter, interrupting the wizard who was already speaking with him.

The man that Hunter interrupted turned a glare on them as the goblin spoke up. "If you could please walk to the back of the line," he said, his tone bored, and his head still bent over some galleons in front of him that he was examining. "We'll get to you shortly."

"Do you really want me to tell your boss that you kept me waiting?" Hunter asked him coldly, his eyes narrowed.

Harry simply watched as the goblin rolled his eyes. "Look, you have to wait in line just like everyone-" he started to say, glancing up as he did. When he caught sight of who he was speaking to, he cut himself off as his eyes went wide. "Lord Peverell."

Hunter merely smiled; there was nothing pleasant about it.

The goblin cleared his throat. "I apologize, Lord Peverell. I did not know it was you," he said. He got up from his seat. "My name is Rannuk. If you and your companion would follow me, please."

"Hold on a moment!" the wizard that had been speaking with Rannuk spoke up. He scowled as the group of three as they began to walk away. "He can't just cut in front of all of us-"

"Cease your inane babbling," Rannuk snapped over his shoulder, causing the man to recoil. "There will be someone else along to help you with your frivolous endeavors in a moment."

The wizard flushed red in anger as Rannuk resumed leading Hunter and Harry away.

As the goblin led them towards a set of doors and away from where the way to the vaults was, Harry couldn't help but wonder how vital Hunter was for the goblin to show him even a little bit of respect.

He remembered Hagrid telling him that goblins were greedy and cunning but not the most friendly. That they don't like wizards because wizards look down on them for being inferior. So for Rannuk to show genuine respect towards Hunter, it spoke volumes. 'How come Rannuk respects him so much?' Harry wondered to himself. 'What is it that Hunter has done to earn that respect? Is it because of money? Fear? Dueling ability?'

"Here we are."

Rannuk's voice snapped Harry out of his musings, and he blinked at the set of doors they were standing in front of. They were away from the main room and were standing in one of the hallways that branched off from the main hall.

Rannuk opened the door and waved them inside. "This is Barlor's office. Go inside and have a seat, I shall send him along as soon as I can."

"Thank you," Hunter replied politely, his tone still cold but not as cutting as it was earlier when the goblin had dismissed them.

Rannuk bowed his head to them in acknowledgment before he made his exit.

As soon as the door shut, Harry rounded on Hunter. "Okay, what was that about?" he questioned. "How come we were able to pass all those people in the line? I thought goblins didn't like wizards, so why did Rannuk treat you with respect? And why are we here in the first place?"

Instead of getting offended as most people might have, Hunter merely chuckled at the barrage of questions. "People who have vast amounts of money and important items and allow the goblins to protect them earn their respect, however grudging it is," he replied. "The more money you have, and the more important an item is, the more respect you gain. The Peverell name is very prestigious. Even though most of us are gone, the House of Peverell holds a lot of weight with a lot of people, the goblins included."

Harry's eyes had widened considerably, the longer Hunter talked. "Wow," he said as soon the older man finished speaking. "So, the Peverell family is important and rich? Richer than the Malfoys?"

Hunter barked out a laugh. "We're way more wealthy than the Malfoys," he said in amusement. "Our family's history goes back farther than their's, too."

Harry thought of the expression Draco would wear if he ever found out about that particular fact. "Wicked," he responded, borrowing one of Ron's favorite phrases.

Hunter chuckled as if he knew where Harry's thoughts were. "I have some books that you could read if you're really interested in our history."

"Sure." Harry nodded, actually interested in History for once - at least its something interesting and not being taught by a ghost with a hypnotic, droning voice.

Before Hunter could say anything else, the doors opened once again, and a different goblin stepped through.

Hunter turned to welcome the newcomer. "Barlor," he greeted, his tone several degrees warmer than it was when he talked with Rannuk. "It is nice to see you again."

"Lord Peverell," the goblin, Barlor, replied with a toothy smile. He stepped further into the room, the doors shutting firmly behind him as he did. He went and sat in the chair situated behind the desk in the room before he gestured for Hunter and Harry to have a seat as well. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Hunter sat on the couch before the desk, a table in the space between it and the office. Harry timidly sat down in the area next to him. "It is not common knowledge as of yet, but Harry Potter has become by ward."

Barlor's eyes flitted to Harry quickly before resettling back on Hunter. "And what would you like me to do?"

Hunter leaned forward, his green eyes intent on the goblin in front of him. "There are certain individuals who won't take too kindly to knowing I am his guardian. I would like to take steps to make sure he is safe from them."

Harry remained quiet, his eyes focused on the conversation. 'This is why Hunter wanted to come?' he wondered to himself with a little awe.

Barlor also leaned forward, a gleam in his eyes. "Just say the word, Lord Peverell, and it shall be done."

Hunter smirked slightly. "I would like to officially recognize Harry as my heir."

Barlor grinned once more. "As you wish, Lord Peverell."

"Wait," Harry interjected, vastly confused. "Wait a minute; you want to make me your heir? Why?"

"Technically, you're already my heir," Hunter explained to the perplexed teen. "This is just to make it official. If it's official, then that means it'll be much harder for others to challenge my guardianship of you since it's recorded we're related by blood."

"Oh," Harry said. "So, this is just to make sure that I get to stay with you?"

Hunter nodded. "Amongst other things."

Barlor, noticing that the conversation was over, abruptly pulled out a drawer from his desk and rummaged inside for a bit before pulling out some papers. "These are standard documents for finalizing an heir that's above the age of two," Barlor said as he passed Hunter the papers. "It just needs both of your signatures and a drop of your blood."

"Blood?" Harry repeated a little horrified.

Hunter laid a hand on his shoulder, and the teen relaxed minutely. "Blood has traces of your magic signature," the older man told him reassuringly. "It helps prove that a signature hadn't been forged by someone else."

"Oh," Harry replied. A small part of his mind realized that he was saying that a lot.

"Are the two of you ready to get started?" Barlor asked them.

Harry glanced at Hunter, who nodded at him and gave an encouraging smile.

He smiled back.

"Ready."

Tonks sighed as she walked along Diagon Alley. It was her turn to be stationed there and had only arrived a few moments prior. She loved being an Auror, don't get her wrong. But this part of the job? Watching the same place for hours on end because someone they were looking for just might show up? So not exciting!

And what makes it worse, what she was doing wasn't even for the Ministry! It was off the books, a favor for Dumbledore. Apparently, Harry Potter has been kidnapped, so he wants Diagon Alley to be one of the places to be watched just in case he manages to escape his kidnapper.

Her Metamorphic abilities made her perfect for this kind of job, but it was still stripped of any type of excitement. She had to forgo her short, pink hair and purple eyes for long, unassuming brown hair and dark eyes.

As she said, nothing exciting.

She had just stopped to take another look around when she noticed the doors to Gringotts opening.

Now that in itself wasn't unusual - people come and go from there all the time - but Tonks turned her head to look anyway.

And immediately caught her breath.

There was Harry Potter himself, walking casually out of the Wizarding Bank with a massive grin on his face. Tonks didn't move, shock coursing through her body at the fact she just ran into him here.

She shook herself out of the trance her mind fell into and prepared to make her way over to him and take him away from here, maybe back to Grimmauld Place, when she saw a man step up next to him and place a hand on the teen's shoulder before leaning in to say something.

Tonks narrowed her eyes. 'That must be the man who kidnapped him,' she thought as she watched them converse with each other.

She saw Harry glance down and fiddle with something on one of his fingers before he looked back at the man and nod.

The mysterious male laid a hand on Harry's back and began leading him down the Alley. Tonk followed them at a distance, keeping to the shadows and close to the shops.

She watched in bewilderment as they entered Ollivanders.

"Harry already has a wand," she murmured to herself. "Why would he take him there?"

It wasn't long before they exited, and Tonks didn't see anything new on their person that suggested they bought something. Unless the man shrunk their purchase to hide it somewhere out of sight, of course.

The strange man then began leading Harry down Diagon Alley once again, a hand on the teen's back.

"Where is he taking you this time?" Tonk questioned out loud.

She got her answer only a few minutes later, surprisingly.

"Flourish and Blotts?" Tonks exclaimed quietly in surprise as she watched them go inside. "Why would he lead Harry there?"

A frown formed on her face as the Metamorphmagus made her way towards the store and quickly slipped inside. The place was filled with people, but not as crowded as it would be if students were there looking for school books.

Tonks glanced around and saw the strange man standing near the counter, conversing with the woman behind it.

But Harry wasn't with him.

'This is my chance to get Harry away from him,' Tonks realized suddenly.

After she made sure that the man was deep in his conversation with the woman, Tonks made her way deeper inside the store as she searched for the wayward teen. It took only a few minutes for her to find Harry, but unfortunately for her, he was way at the back of the store with no one else around.

He stood in front of one of the bookcases, an open book in one hand, his eyes skimming the pages while the thumb of his other hand toyed with a ring around his finger.

'This will make getting him out of here without that man noticing harder,' Tonks thought with discouragement as she walked up to him.

"Harry."

At the sound of her voice, he looked up and eyed her approach suspiciously. "Yeah?"

"You don't know me, but I'm an Auror," Tonks reassured him as she stopped in front of him. "My name is Tonks, and I work with Professor Dumbledore. Don't worry, I can get you out of here."

Harry continued to look at her with suspicion. "Why would you get me out of here?" he asked, a note of confusion is his otherwise skeptical tone.

Tonks was confused. "What?" she asked before she quickly glanced over her shoulder. "Nevermind, we don't have time. C'mon, we need to go before he notices."

Tonks reached out to grab Harry's arm, but he leaned away.

"What are you talking about?" Harry glared at her as he backed away. "Where are you trying to take me? And who is this 'he' that you're trying to avoid?"

Now Tonks was really confused. "I'm just trying to get you safe, you know, away from your kidnapper."

"My kidnapper?" Harry repeated with narrowed eyes. "I haven't been kidnapped!"

'That's right,' Tonks thought to herself. 'Professor Dumbledore said that Harry's kidnapper is pretending to be a long lost relative.'

She sighed. "Look, Harry, I know you think that man is family, but Professor Dumbledore said he's lying. He tricked and kidnapped you, plain and simple. Now we need to go."

Tonks reached out to grab his arm again, but Harry was faster. He dropped the book he had been looking at and whipped his wand out from nowhere to point in her face.

Tonks froze, surprised at how fast he moved.

"Look," the teen said heatedly, his nostrils flared with anger. "I appreciate you trying to keep me safe, but it isn't necessary. He didn't kidnap me, and he is a family member, despite what Dumbledore seems to think. So please, just leave me alone."

The Auror was shocked at the words that quickly fell from his lips. His wand didn't waver, the slight glower on his face didn't falter, and his green eyes were blazing.

'Oh, Merlin,' Tonks thought despairingly, 'he really believes what he's saying, doesn't he?'

She raised her hands slowly, trying to not startle the clearly angry young man with the wand pointed directly at her face. "Listen, Harry," she said, her voice soothing as she tried to seem nonthreatening. "Professor Dumbledore knows what he's talking about. I'm sorry that this person has lied to you, but-"

"What is going on here?"

The unfamiliar male voice cut Tonks off, and she spun around to face the newcomer, an excuse already on her lips but paused as she saw who it was.

Dread pooled in her stomach.

It was the man who kidnapped Harry.

His jet-black hair fell over his forehead but didn't entirely hide his green eyes. Those eyes, which had a darkened quality to them, brightened slightly as he looked behind Tonks at Harry. "Are you alright?" he asked, his tone soft.

Tonks didn't look away from the man in front of her, but she heard Harry let out a sigh. "I'm fine," he answered, his voice no longer agitated.

"It was all just a misunderstanding," Tonks interjected smoothly, her Auror persona coming to the forefront. She held out a hand. "I'm sorry for any trouble I caused Mister…"

'Maybe I can get a name,' she thought as she allowed her voice to trail off.

The man before her gave a smile that had too many teeth in it to fit comfortably in a human mouth while he gripped her hand forcefully. "Peverell," he said cooly. "Hunter Peverell."

Tonks narrowed her eyes as she returned his slightly painful handshake. 'Where have I heard that name before?' she thought to herself. 'It doesn't matter, I guess. There's no way for me to get Harry safely away without this man knowing. But now that we have a name, we might be able to track him down later.'

"Well, nice meeting you, Mister Peverell," Tonks said aloud, her tone almost sarcastically formal. She turned to Harry and noticed that he had his wand lowered but not put away. "I'll see you around, Harry," she added, trying to convey to him her double meaning.

Judging by the way a scowl formed on his face, he did. And he didn't like it.

Tonks quickly walked away before anyone else could say anything. As she walked emerged outside, she quickly made her way to her Apparition Point; her actions hurried.

'The Order needs to know about this,' she thought urgently.

Harry watched Tonks hurry away and turned to face Hunter. "Was it okay that you told her your name?" he asked worriedly.

As soon as they had exited Gringotts, Hunter immediately made it known to Harry that someone was watching them. He said to keep acting as casual as he could and to not make it evident that they saw the woman. They continued to go about their business, which included stopping at Ollivander's so Hunter could get the teen a wand holster before they stopped at Flourish and Blott's where the woman, now known as Tonks, ended up approaching them.

The man smiled. "It's fine," he reassured the teen. "We couldn't have kept the genie in the bottle forever. And remember, I told you that The Peverell name carries a lot of weight; once they know how important it is, it'll make them back off slightly and allow us to breathe."

"I don't think Dumbledore will back down," Harry pointed out.

Hunter's nostrils flared, the only sign that he was angered. "Yes," he answered, his tone cooled. "The old man is a persistent bugger, I'll give him that." He then grinned savagely. "Which will make it all the more satisfying to kick him off his high horse and right on his arse."

Harry grinned along with him.

"Now," the man said as he began leading him out of the store and back towards The Leaky Cauldron. "There's something else I need to do today, so you'll be going back to Peverell Cottage by yourself."

Harry looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"I need to go to The Ministry for something," was the evasive answer.

Harry saw the look in his eyes. "Is it going to make Dumbledore mad?" he asked with a grin.

Hunter smirked. "Of course it will," he said, his green eyes flashing.

"You'll tell me about it when you get back, right?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I will," he responded immediately. "In case of the small, slight chance that what I'm planning doesn't work, I don't want to get your hopes up."

"Okay."

It wasn't long after their conversation that they arrived back at The Leaky Cauldron. When Harry stepped into the fireplace with a handful of Floo Powder, he glanced at Hunter one more time.

"Good luck," he said.

Hunter smiled. "I don't think I'll need it, but thanks for the sentiment all the same."

Harry smiled as well and threw the powder down, and shouted his destination before he was whisked away.

Back to Peverell Cottage, the one place besides Hogwarts that felt like home.

Wow! I totally didn't mean for it to take this long, my bad!

The next chapter will take place the same day this one did, so keep an eye out for updates!

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