Hey guys, thanks to everyone who came back and started reading this again, and thanks to everyone that picked up the story in its new form. If you guys have any comments please review. It gives me some feedback so I can tweak the writing style etc. A bit of an overview on TPR. Since I'm heavily pulling from the original for the first chapters it hasn't really differed too much from the original version yet although that will likely change fairly soon. I will be bumping the rating on the story up to M when it does. In the later chapters there will be torture, character death, rape, and other less pleasant issues. It will get dark but that's neither here nor there right now.

Hawksong

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"My Lord," Said a cloaked figure as he kneeled before Lord Voldemort.

"Speak, Severus." Said Voldemort as he stared off into the distance.

"The boy has left Hogwarts. Dumbledore is searching frantically. The Order has sent out its best. I believe that this is not a ploy, giving the emotional distress of his friends I think he has truly disappeared." Whispered Snape, not daring to look up.

"Perhaps… He left in order to protect Miss Chang. I could see it in his eyes. Chang is his weakness, and we shall force him to expose himself."

"D- Do you propose that we attempt to capture her again?" asked Snape in a low voice.

"No… that is too obvious. Dumbledore will be watching her at school, however now that Potter has disappeared Miss Chang will be playing seeker for the England Junior National Team. If we attack her during the Junior World Cup Finals… Potter will most assuredly arrive to save her and we shall force his hand." Said Voldemort as a smile crossed his face.

"Tell Bella to assemble her people. I want them ready by the Finals of the Junior World Cup. Oh and Severus… Make sure that England makes it to the finals, or you will have me to answer to."

Snape swallowed and bowed on his way out. His head was whirling as he comprehended the information he was being given. The Dark Lord intended to ambush Potter, if Potter was ambushed, he wouldn't stand a chance. Dumbledore needed this information. The Order needed this information. Black would need this information. How ironic that the enmity between Potter himself still simmered. He hoped that his use as a double agent would diminish soon, being around the Death Eaters only served to remind himself of his own weakness… A weakness that had caused Lily Evans' death.

"The things I do for the Order. The things I do for Potter." Thought Severus with a pained smirk. He checked to see that no Death Eaters or Aurors were tailing him. Being a double agent came with its own share of risks. "Out of the fire… into the darkness. How fitting for a weakling like myself."

Harry sat in a flat overlooking Diagon Alley that he had rented. He was certain that Dumbledore would check here soon. He had figured that people didn't think he'd actually try to hide underneath their noses in the capital of wizarding Britain. He didn't plan to stay long, maybe a few months at the longest. Eventually someone would think to check Diagon Alley, and he needed to be long gone by then. He sat down and quietly sipped his butterbeer as Merlin materialized in the chair opposite him.

"You have to go back." Said Merlin as his eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. Harry's decision to leave Hogwarts hadn't sat well with Merlin. They had alternated between brooding silence and furious shouting matches since the moment he had taken up residence here.

"I can't. I want to but, I can't. If I go back Cho will get hurt because of me." Said Harry, averting his gaze.

"If you aren't there Voldemort is going to lure you out by attacking her. You won't save her by hiding!" yelled Merlin in frustration as he slammed his fist on the table. Harry winced before his annoyance and anger exploded.

"I never asked for this! You think I want this? You think I like this?" screamed Harry as he glared at Merlin. "I hate living like this! I have no parents, none of my friends are safe!"

"You sound just like Arthur, "said Merlin with a chuckle. "He said the exact same thing right before he became king. I'll tell you what I told him. We are rarely dealt the cards we want; however, that does not matter. What does matter is how you play those cards."

"I can't do it Merlin. I can't see anyone else get hurt because of me. No one else." said Harry darkly as he took a swig of his butterbeer. "I should just let Voldemort kill me. It would make everything so much simpler."

"Harry no one is powerful enough to do anything by themselves. Dumbledore is talented, but talent is wasted unless someone teaches you how to use it. Arthur had skill but he had his knights to help him. Even Voldemort has his Death Eaters, no one person is strong enough to take on the world by themselves. Albus can't. Tom couldn't. Arthur knew he couldn't. I won't fool myself into thinking I can. No one is alone Harry. You have Albus, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, The Order, and you have Cho. I can't force you but remember what Albus said about Cedric. We must make the choice between doing what is right and what is easy. I hope you make a choice you'll be able to live with." Said Merlin as he disappeared into nothingness.

"I hope so Merlin, I really do," Sighed Harry. He eyed the last bit of his butterbeer before finishing it and cracking open another bottle. Harry stared down Diagon Alley, his eyes glazed over as he thought about a person a couple hundred miles from where he was at. Silent tears rolled down his cheek as he mentally cursed himself for being so weak.

Cho was heartbroken. She had awaken expecting to see Harry next to her. Instead, her heart had been smashed into a million tiny shards. She understood Harry's reason but it did nothing to mend her heart. She had spent the last four days in the Hospital Wing refusing to see anyone, not even her brother. Dumbledore insisted on seeing Cho however and she had to admit the meeting with the headmaster did help her to calm down, but it did nothing to help alleviate the pain she felt. For the second time in a two months she had lost another person close to her heart, first Cedric, now Harry.

Cho turned around away from Madam Pomfrey as tears streamed from her eyes. Harry's message had hit her hard. She had been in the process of picking up the fragments of her heart after Cedric died and Harry was helping that process, however Harry's departure had shattered her already fragile heart. Today would not be the first day she cried herself to sleep. Nor would it be the last.

Ron and Hermione were beside themselves. The two had sent owls to McGonagall, Sirius and Dumbledore almost daily asking for updates. When no such news returned, the two of them slowly settled into a life without Harry. The lack of communication with their best friend had diminished their spirits considerably. Summer just wasn't as attractive when one of your best friends was missing.

Dumbledore didn't betray it but he was panicking. He had sent the best members of the Order out to look for Harry, he knew that Voldemort would realize what was happening sooner or later so he sent Snape along with a message that Harry had gone missing. When Snape had told him what Voldemort was planning to do Dumbledore was think about what he could do, if he acted upon Snape's information Voldemort would know that Snape was a spy. If he didn't an innocent girl would lose her life. It all came down to Harry, whether Harry would take the bait.

"I hope you love her Harry, because if you don't you will have innocent blood on your hands."

Harry sat at his desk, putting the final changes on his letter. He knew that he risked the safety of many people with the letter but he couldn't continue living like this. Harry smiled grimly as he realized that Sirius had been living a lot worse than him for years. Living on the run was not like the movies made it out to be. Constantly being paranoid, always moving from place to place, it had been rough for a few weeks, but Sirius had done it for an unfathomable amount of time.

"How did he do it?"

Harry took on final look at his letter before asking Merlin to take it to the local post office. He had neglected to bring Hedwig with him when he fled Hogwarts so that was not an option, but because Death Eaters and Order members would be on the lookout for a snowy white owl he wouldn't have been able to use Hedwig anyway. The local post offices would most likely be watched my Death Eaters and Order members alike so the only option was to have Merlin take it instead of himself. He sat back in his chair silently praying that Cho would forgive the worst mistake he had ever made in his life.

"If you forgive me Cho, I swear I'll never leave you again," thought Harry as he hoped that Cho would be willing to accept his apology. He tugged at his travelling cloak to make sure it was securely fastened.

Merlin smiled as he walked out of the room, he was glad that Harry was growing up. Harry understood that there was more to the world than just your own thoughts, even if they were noble ones. It had taken himself far, far longer to realize that than Harry. Unfortunately, the kid still had a long way to go before Merlin was going to teach him any more spells. Well… maybe just one.

Quidditch training wasn't going well. Cho was performing considerably worse than usual. Krum didn't complain too much though, given what she had been through she deserved this much leeway at the very least. He couldn't imagine what he would be like if Hermione suddenly disappeared, Cho was a far stronger person than he was, that much was certain.

The one month mark rolled around, and before Cho knew it their second match versus Ireland had rolled around. England flattened them 460-140. Cho had a suspicion that Ireland was not playing at their best, and their seeker had to have been confounded. There was no way a seeker that good could have mistakenly shot off in the wrong direction when he had seen the snitch. Someone was rigging the matches, Cho didn't know who it was, but she had a growing suspicion that it involved messy black hair and emerald eyes.

"So, if ve vin the next match ve vill go to ze finals. You vill be playing against Bulgaria in ze semi finals, I must vorn you my little brother is playing seeker and he is good, better than I vas at his age." Said Krum as he and Cho worked on speed training.

"Who do we play in the finals?" asked Cho as she swerved to dodge incoming bludgers.

"Vell considering how China has veen doing, it is most likely zem." Said Krum as he hit another bludger at her. They had been working on her maneuverability. While Cho's ability to accelerate and decelerate along with her feints were top notch she still had trouble when it came to making tight turns.

"Damn, that means I'll be flying against Kang. I hate it when I have to fly against Kang."

"For now, just vork on your finesse, my little brother has the habit of feint very much."

Cho closed her eyes and sighed, it was going to be a long summer. Maybe she should try to move on, see some other people. Get her mind off Harry, but that wasn't going to happen, and she knew it. Harry was all she could think about, whether she wanted to or not.

"Harry… where are you? Are you ever going to come back?"

Dumbledore was reading in his study when Snape burst in, looking electrified. Dumbledore raised his eyebrow as he motioned for Snape to sit down, when Snape sat down Dumbledore asked, "May I ask what is the purpose of this unexpected visit?"

"It's him! It's Potter! He sent a letter to Miss Chang, we managed to intercept it just before it reached Hogwarts!" said Snape as he handed the letter to Dumbledore. Dumbledore unfolded the letter and quickly scanned it.

"Ensure that Miss Chang receives this letter, make it seem as if it has not been intercepted, with this we can make preparations, it will seem as if we came to Harry's aid and you will be able to maintain your position as a spy," Said Dumbledore as he handed the letter back to Snape. Snape nodded as he hurried from the room. As soon as Snape left the room Dumbledore let out an audible sigh as he leaned back in his chair. He really was getting to old for these things, he closed his eyes as Fawkes let out a musical song.

Cho ate breakfast with Jessika at the Ravenclaw table, and Damon was sitting opposite them. Both Jessika and Damon had tried everything to get Cho to stop thinking about Harry but nothing worked. She was still pining after him and her sanity was slowly disappearing, Jessika had heard Cho cry herself to sleep every night and felt horrible because there was nothing she could have done about it. Harry was the solution to the problem but Harry was missing.

Cho looked up as an owl dropped a letter over her head, she caught it with the reflexes that she had honed over years of quidditch training. Her heart was beating fast; hoping against reality that It was a letter from Harry, as she saw the script though, she knew it wasn't the handwriting was neat, not Harry's untidy script. The letter was from her parents.

Dear Cho

We are so happy for you. Making the England Junior National Team is a great accomplishment. You have done the Chang family name proud. We are not able to make your game against Bulgaria, however when you win we will go see your game against China. We hope you enjoy the rest of you summer.

Love,

Lian Chang

Zhu Chang

Cho handed the letter to her brother as another owl dropped a letter over her head. She caught it and turned it over to see who it was from, with a jolt she recognized the slanted untidy script. Harry. With shaking hands Cho unfolded the parchment to read the letter. Jessika had seen Cho's reaction to the letter and knew it must have been from Harry, she smiled to herself and motioned to Damon.

Dear Cho

I'm so sorry. I realized what an utter moron I've been. I don't deserve you after everything I've put you through but, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I promise I'll never leave you again. I thought that if I left you the Death Eaters would leave you alone, but I realized that I have to stop thinking about myself and starting thinking about others, I didn't take into account how much I would hurt you and I realized that I was being a complete git. I'll be watching you play in the Finals of The Junior World Cup, if you want to talk afterwards I'll be waiting in the Three Broomsticks, second floor, first door on your left.

Love,

Harry Potter

p.s. There's so much more that I want to say but it's for your ears only.

Cho read the letter twice before daring to hope. Harry was coming back. He was begging for forgiveness. As she did the fork, she was holding, clanged as it fell onto the table. Her hands were numb as she smiled at the letter. He was coming back. Everything was going to be ok. Harry was really coming back. She was going to give him hell, that much was for sure. There was no way she would let him off the hook that easily, but she knew that she would forgive him. They would have to work on their communication though. It wasn't as if he didn't have a good reason for leaving, but she wished that he would have at least talked to her about it. She wanted this relationship to work and she had an inkling that he did as well but it was only going to survive if they were honest with each other.

As they predicted China obliterated their opponents in the semi-finals and advanced to the Championship match. England versus Bulgaria would be a different story. The match drew lots of coverage, everyone wanted to know who would come out on top, Bulgaria led by Vladimir Krum? Or would England with their reserve seeker Cho Chang pull off the upset. Knowing that Harry was going to be watching for her in the Championship match Cho and the rest of the English team came out fighting. The match lasted a good five hours with England as the final victor. Cho had managed to out maneuver Vladimir Krum in the final seconds of the match, Cho catching the snitch made the final outcome an exhilarating 970-960.

Now that England had punched their ticket to the Championship the stage was set. Three different sides knowingly and unknowingly prepared to clash at the final. Fate had a sense of irony thought Dumbledore as he stroked Fawkes' plumage. Harry's fourth year had begun at a Quidditch World Cup final, now it would end at one as well. He only hoped that they would all live to tell the tale.