(AN: I only had to change a few sentences to help it make sense because of some changes I made to a couple earlier chapters. It's nothing really important though.)

Getting Ready to Leave

There was a knock on Harry's door, and he opened it to see Diana, holding a letter.

"Come on in. I was just about to send a few letters myself. I'll show you how to attach it."

"Thanks," she said as he showed her over to the window sill, where Hedwig was waiting patiently, "Oh, she's beautiful!"

Hedwig stuck her beak up pridefully in response to the compliment.

When they had the letters all tied, Diana stroked Hedwig's head one last time, and she flew out the window.

"If you don't mind my asking, who was that letter from?"

"It was from Professor Dumbledore,"

Harry's head whipped around, "You've been talking to Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, here and there. He's the one that brought me here."

"He was here and didn't try to talk to me?" Harry said, angrily.

Diana was surprised at Harry's reaction, "Where's this coming from, Harry?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's just that I haven't heard anything from him in four weeks, and then an opportunity comes where he can tell me something, anything that's going on in our world now that Voldemort's back, and he just completely ignores me!"

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't know that hearing from Dumbledore meant that much to you," he turned away from her, "Why don't we sit down and talk?"

"Why don't you go talk to Dumbledore, since you're so chummy?"

"Harry," he stayed facing away from her, "look at me when I'm talking to you," she said it quietly, but something about her tone advised him to obey. He turned to see an angry Amazon, "do you really think that you're the only one upset by this situation?"

"Do you even know why I'm here?" she asked in that same quiet voice. Harry shook his head 'no', "I was kidnapped by death eaters. Imagine my surprise finding out there are wizards and for some reason they want me. I was tortured into unconsciousness and woke up in a strange house. I met Voldemort. That face is not the first thing you want to see early in the morning. He used my own truth lasso to gain information from me. Then he stole my magic belt, without which I am no stronger or faster than an ordinary woman. Then I get rescued by Dumbledore, but he puts me here with these horrible people for safekeeping. And I've listened to him this far because I can't defend myself if they come after me again. So you and I are in the same boat right now. I am the only one that knows what you are going through, so do not push me away just because you're angry. Because eventually you're gonna push everyone away, and then you'd be playing into Voldemort's hands."

Her voice never rose in the time she was speaking. Yet there was no doubt that she was angry. Suddenly Harry felt guilty for having caused the normally friendly and benevolent woman to feel any kind of negative emotion.

"I'm sorry," he said, sagging down onto the bed, "I didn't mean to take my frustrations out on you."

Her face softened considerably, "I'm sorry too. I know how it feels when everything just builds up and you just have to let it out, even if someone gets caught in the crossfire."

After a few seconds of silence, Diana said, "That was some impressive magic you did back there,"

"Thanks. It's called a patronus. It's supposed to be very advanced. There are even some adult wizards who can't do it," he said. Then he thought to ask, "So if you didn't know about the wizarding world before all of this, how can you use magic?"

"I'm not so sure. But maybe if I learn enough at that school of yours, it could compensate for me not having my belt. At least until I get it back."

"You mean you're coming to Hogwarts?"

"Yes," she said, "Dumbledore signed me up as the new school counselor."

"That's a good choice. You're good at listening and helping people with their problems."

Diana smiled brightly, "Thanks. Anyway, you may want to start packing."

"Why?"

"I told Dumbledore that he has four days to find another place for us to stay. After that, I'm taking you back to America with me until your hearing."

"Really?" asked Harry, excited. He'd love a chance to be away from the Dursleys.

"Yep; and you can watch the news all day if you want," they both started laughing at that.

"Well it's been a very exhausting night. I'm going to bed," Said Diana. They both said their goodnights as she left the room.

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Over the next several days, Harry and Diana spent most of the time packing. Diana had less to pack, but she was a lot neater with it, so Harry finished long before her. When he was done he came to bug Diana while she finished. Then he saw her putting something gold glinting out of one of her dressers. He walked over to it and opened it a little more to get a better look.

"What're these?" he asked.

She looked into the dresser he was looking in, "Oh, those. Those are some items I use when I'm in my Wonder Woman persona. This," she pulled out the tiara, "is my tiara. See how sharp it is? I can throw it as a projectile. It can knock things out of an enemy's hand, trip someone, or cut ropes. Then it'll come back to me," she put it in one of her bags, and pulled out her bracelets.

"These are my bracelets," she pulled out the gold bands with the red stars.

"What can they do?"

"Coupled with my speed, I can use them to deflect bullets. And I've found that they work well with spell fire too."

"Whoa," he said, looking at the shiny bracelets, "That must come in handy a lot."

Diana nodded, "In my line of work, you're not doing your job right if people aren't shooting."

She put the bracelets away and pulled out her wand.

"This is my golden lasso," the wand immediately began to lengthen back into the lasso, causing a surprised reaction from Harry; "Dumbledore shortened it into a wand for me to use. Anyone bound by it is compelled to speak only the truth. And I can make them forget or remember specific things,"

"Prove it," said Harry with a smirk.

"Ok, let me think of something to ask that you would normally lie about," Harry was suddenly a little nervous, "Don't worry, it'll be something harmless," he let out a relieved breath.

Diana wrapped her lasso a few times, though loosely, around Harry's upper torso. He immediately felt the lasso's magic coursing through him.

"Okay, what to ask," she said to herself in mock thought, "Do you have any crushes at school?"

"Y-yes," said Harry, blushing furiously.

"What's her name?" asked a teasing Diana.

"Cho Chang," Harry was wide-eyed at his own answer.

"Ok I think I've embarrassed you enough for now," she said, removing the lasso and it shortened back into her wand.

Harry was relieved to be out of the lasso, "How did you know I'd want to lie about that?"

"Well, young men such as you tend to keep things like that to themselves. And if an older person, especially an older woman asked them about it, they would most likely lie and try to change the subject."

"You said it can make people forget anything?"

"Yes," she said, looking at Harry, but he averted his eyes, "Is there something you want to forget?"

Harry was silent for a few second before he answered, "I wish I didn't see Cedric dying every night when I go to sleep."

"Harry, come here," she pushed her suitcase aside make room before sitting down and patting the bed next to her, where Harry sat. Diana looked at him with sincere eyes, "I know it's hard for you. No one your age should ever have to see a friend die. But erasing the memory isn't going to change what happened that night. It won't change what's happening now. The pain and the guilt won't ever go away completely, but it will fade with time,"

"How do you know?" Harry asked with a hint of defiance and sadness.

"I've fought in a war before. After that I had a very long career of averting disasters of national security. I've seen people die before, both good and bad. There are times I wondered if I could have prevented it. But most of the time, the answer is no. No matter how much I would have liked to, I couldn't have done anything. I can tell you that all day, but you won't feel any different until you start telling it to yourself, and believing it,"

"But Voldemort wanted me; he really didn't have to die."

"Harry, don't dwell on the pain of his death. Remember the joy of his life. And in the battle to come, think of Cedric, and your parents and anyone else that has suffered at Voldemort's hand. Fight for them, so that their memories can live on."

"I'll try," said Harry quietly.

Diana pulled him into a comforting hug and squeezed tight. After a second she let go and ruffled his hair, smiling. "Now get out and let me finish packing," she said playfully.

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After all of their stuff was packed, all Diana and Harry could do was wait the remaining two days and see if Dumbledore would come through. On the last day, Harry was sitting in his room on his bed reading when he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw that it was Uncle Vernon.

"We're going out," he said, "Your aunt, Dudley and I," he added at Harry's surprised look.

"Alright," he said, not really caring.

"You are not to touch any of our belongings, or sneak any food out of our fridge."

"Understood,"

"That goes for her too," his thumb pointed in the direction of the hallway.

"Fine,"

Uncle Vernon left the room and shut the door. Harry waited until he heard the car doors slam shut. After a few more minutes he got up and walked to Diana's room.

"Come in," she said when she heard him knock, "I assume the walrus, horse and pig have left already?" she asked, causing Harry to chuckle.

"How'd you know they were leaving?"

"I heard them talking about it all day yesterday. It's some lawn award thing. They said they'd be leaving about 7:30," she glanced at the clock that read 7:42, "So that means any minute now…"

Just then the doorbell rang, "That was good timing. Though not too good, thank goodness," she said cheerily as she got up from the bed and headed down the stairs.

Harry waited suspiciously at the top of the stairs as he heard Diana speaking to someone, though he couldn't make out the words. He stepped further down the stairs to listen better and caught something that sounded like, "Keep the change."

"Thank you, ma'am," came an unfamiliar voice.

"Drive safe," she called after the person.

Harry heard the door shut and Diana appeared at the bottom of the stairs holding a pizza box, "Dinner!" she called merrily.

"How were you able to order a pizza?"

"The Dursleys can't stop me from using the phone."

As they were eating their pizza in the dining room, Harry asked, "So what's the plan?"

"He's still got until morning so if no one is here to take us away by then, I'll call us a cab to take us to the nearest airport."

When Diana noticed the troubled look on Harry's face, she asked, "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Are you sure that you want to get involved in all of this? If you protect me, then they're gonna target you, too. Otherwise you can just find a way to get your belt back and be on your way."

"That's sweet of you, Harry. But I'm already too involved to just be 'on my way'. Voldemort himself pulled me into this fight, and I can't stand by while innocents are in danger. That's what it means to be Wonder Woman. Back in World War II, I could have just returned home to Paradise Island and ignored what happened in the rest of the world. That's the beauty of being cut off from everyone else. But it wouldn't have been right. I have the power to help, so I'm going to do what I can."

Harry looked to see her face set in determination, "Is there any way to talk you down?"

"Not a chance," she said with a smile. She got up to start washing their dishes. Harry got up after her to dry.

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Diana was in her room reading a History of Magic textbook that she borrowed from Harry when she heard a noise coming from downstairs. She grabbed her wand and stepped into the hallway just as Harry was coming out of his room.

"Did you hear that?" she asked quietly. He nodded just as they heard something shatter downstairs.

They both hurried quietly to the head to the stairs, but they both stopped short when they saw a group of people grouped on the ground floor.