Disclaimer: I wish that I owned Harry Potter. Since I don't, however, I shall have to make do with ranting about stupidly spelled names. For example, I would not name the evil arch-nemesis of anybody Voldemort (so easily misspelled into Vlodemort). Not nearly as threatening, is it? Here have a chapter, with (hopefully) no Vlodemorts involved. And oh yeah, I do not own HP.

Chapter Eight

Sanctuary

The doctor had come in and given Harry a potion to send him into a long, deep, dreamless sleep. But the desired effect was not the outcome. His sleep was not dreamless; his constant dream was that Voldemort would come into St. Mungo's wrecking havoc upon the entire facility, killing everyone in his path, just to get to him. His sleep was not deep; he kept drifting in and out of consciousness, moaning and muttering indiscernible words and phrases. And his sleep was definitely not long. He woke within five hours of the time the spell was administered instead of the desired ten to twelve. As he approached the waking world he dimly heard snatches of a conversation.

"What did he mean 'He knows'? Was I supposed to get something out of that. I mean, sure, the way he said it was freaky, but what did he mean?"

"Yeah."

"Can't you two put two and two together?"

"Uh, five?"

"Uggh. Harry's had dreams of being in Voldemort's presence. He probably had one and found out that Voldemort knows something."

"No duh, but what?"

"That's what's irritating me! I can't figure it out! I mean, what would be one of the most important things that Voldemort's after right now that would scare Harry so much? It could be the prophecy."

"Hmm. Let's think. Who just got away from him after seven years of imprisonment?"

"…If you mean – "

"And who is the only person who knows what the prophecy says that You-Know-Who knows he can get his hands on?"

"So then – "

"And who is the one person who has constantly managed to piss Voldemort off and still get away with his life?"

"Okay! I get –"

"And who is th–"

"Alright! I get the point! Harry! 'Harry' to all of the above! But what does he know about Harry?"

By now Harry had fully awakened and joined in the conversation. "Where I am," he said in a quiet whisper that made everyone jump.

"Harry," Hermione breathed. "Hey," she said accusingly, realizing that it hadn't been ten hours yet. "You're supposed to be asleep for another five hours!"

While she was finishing up her indictment, Ron plowed ahead, "You mean he knows that you're here?" Harry nodded silently in response.

"How'd that happen?" Sirius asked incredulously. "I mean, did he come to your mind in your dream, or what? 'Cause you said that you always were in his mind."

Harry was about to respond, but the door suddenly swung open and emitted Albus Dumbledore. "Forgive me for the intrusion," he said for apology. "I received Hermione's owl only a few hours ago and was free to come just now. I apologize for having taken so long to respond, but I must say that I didn't expect you to be awake Harry. The doctor informed me that he had administered a very potent sleeping draught."

"He did," Harry assured him. "It's just that what happened in my little vision, I guess you'd call it, disturbed me to such a great extent that my constant fear was that Voldemort would just barge into St. Mungos's, killing everyone, just to get at me. As a result, I was never very far from awake; just barely beneath the boundary." He stopped, and a thoughtful gaze dawned on his face. "Either that or Voldemort drugged me up so much and did so many spells on me, that I've built up a tolerance level."

Nobody really knew how to respond to that, each looking uncomfortably from one to another. "Well, you never know," George said, attempting a light tone, "it might come in handy. Druggie," he added teasingly.

"Harry, why don't you tell us exactly what happened," Dumbledore said. "I apologize if you have already, but I implore you to tell me as well."

"Alright," Harry said, thinking back. "It started with Voldemort in some small dank room. He wanted to know where I was and the little old man who was with him didn't know so Voldemort killed him. The only thing is, is that he would usually be wroth with anger, but he wasn't. I don't know why, but it was like he could feel my presence. It's the first time. I don't know if it's because I was in close contact with him for seven years straight, but he could recognize me in his head. All of a sudden it was like he wrenched our identities apart but still inside his mind. I was just suddenly staring into his eyes and he said 'Harry Potter. You should've known that you couldn't stay away from me for long. St. Mungo's? Hmm. I should've known.' Then I somehow managed to get away from his mind." He rubbed his head, but his scar specifically. "It was like tearing my mind out of his cold bony fingers. I could feel him clutching my brain, raking through it as he fought to keep hold."

Ginny moaned and was holding her head and wincing in sympathetic pain. "Sorry," Harry muttered, running his fingers through his disheveled hair.

"Well, I believe that everything is worked out then," Dumbledore said abruptly. "I'll arrange for your stay immediately."

"What?" Harry said suspiciously, already having some distant inkling of what Dumbledore meant.

"You'll stay at Hogwarts of course," Dumbledore said in a way that made it sound like it should've been obvious. Harry was glad that he had already kind of figured out what he meant. "I don't wish to boast about my school, but it and Gringotts are the safest places in the wizarding world. Unless you would like to stay locked in a vault, which Voldemort has already proven that he can infiltrate as you found in your first year, Hogwarts is the most secure area for you to be."

"But Voldemort can break through Hogwarts' wards too Albus," Molly Weasley pointed out. "He could stay with us. Only us here in this room would ever know about it. Voldemort would never suspect Harry to stay with a poor family," she said, a little embarrassed.

"There's only one problem with that," Harry interjected. "I'd know. And if I know, then Voldemort knows." He raised his eyebrows and said in an almost sick voice, "It'd be better if you count the two of us as one person from now on."

"But he'd know that you're at Hogwarts too," she objected. "What's the difference?"

"The difference, Mum, is that it would take a lot of preparation and forces to even try to break into Hogwarts," said Fred bluntly. "Whereas five well equipped Death Eaters could easily break into our home. Actually more like one."

"Oh," she said dumbly. "Oh, I – I suppose you're right."

"Well, are we all agreed that Hogwarts would be the safest place for Harry?" Everyone raised their hand. Ron leaned over to Harry.

"You may as well put your hand down, mate," he remarked.

"Why?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because your opinion doesn't really matter. You're going whether you like it or not."

It did not take long. Within the hour, Dumbledore had come, gone, and come again. Everything was in order for Harry to return to Hogwarts. And so, without any ado, Ron helped Harry get dressed (much to Harry's embarrassment) and Sirius and Ron helped to support Harry as he hobbled out to the front of the building, protesting the whole way that he could walk. He had expected that they would be taking the Floo Network but this was apparently not so. When he walked into the lobby, a handful of aurors who were part of the Order of the Phoenix met him.

"What's going on?" he asked Sirius. "I thought we would travel by Floo Powder."

Sirius shook his head and answered back quietly. "No. Dumbledore figured that Voldemort would probably have already set sentries of some kind throughout the Network. We can't risk you getting pulled out."

"So what are the aurors for?" Harry asked pointedly. "I'm not going to fly back like I did in my fifth year, am I?" He looked down at the clothes Ron had leant him that were hanging loosely off his frail body. "The broom's probably thicker than I am," he muttered. He hadn't thought anyone had heard him, but Ron broke out into a grin and poorly suppressed chuckles.

"No mate, don't worry," Ron assured with a mirthful grin. "Dumbledore thought it best if we take a way that nobody would expect, so he ordered some cars."

"Wizarding Rent-a-car, eh?"

"What?" Ron asked, bewildered.

"Never mind," Harry said. "So, uh, how do you expect it to be 'secret' when I stand out like a sore thumb. I mean, it's kind of obvious who I am, what with the scar and all."

"That's what this is for," said Hermione, coming over. She pulled out a long, hooded black cloak.

"You don't expect me to wear that out in public, do you?" Harry asked expressionlessly.

"Only when you're not in the car," Hermione said indignantly, tossing the cloak into his face. "It's not too uncommon to wear a cloak for you to be noticed and it'll keep people from seeing your identity. Plus, we have three cars and Fred and George are both wearing identical ones, just in case something happens." When Harry balked more, she came over saying, "Oh just put it on, Harry!" and bodily shoved him into it.

"There," she said contentedly, admiring her handiwork. "Make sure that the hood's up when we go outside," she warned Ron and Sirius before she walked off to talk with Fred and George, who were indeed wearing matching cloaks.

As they made their way outside Harry threw the hood up and the cowl went far out and down so as to obscure his face in shadow and yet hardly restrict his vision. And so, looking as foreboding as Death in the midnight shroud, he stepped out into the high noon sun. The three normal looking Muggle cars were the old ones that had seen much use but still ran well. In addition they were magically enhanced for an even better performance than they had seen even in their pristine condition. He, Fred, and George each entered a different car and were accompanied by two of Harry's close friends and four aurors to a car.

"Nice limo," Harry remarked as he slid into the car. He realized that this remark was lost on all his accompanying guard, but he felt like being a bit witty, considering the situation.

And so they set out with Ron, Harry and Sirius in the very back seats with Harry in the middle. The next row was occupied by three aurors and the fourth sat in the front seat with the driver, whom Harry suspected was also an auror. Harry could recognize none of the Ministry agents accompanying him. He was a bit disappointed, really. He had been hoping that Shacklebolt or Moody or Tonks would volunteer for his vehicle. He had seen Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt and had offered a smile and a brief nod and had received one in return. Nymphadora Tonks was nowhere to be seen. Harry didn't want to think what he was thinking, but the reality of things were that he had been gone for seven years and hadn't asked anyone about the fate of some of his former companions.

Almost simultaneously, all three drivers started their cars. They began to pull out, the first in line leading the way. They all took the same course until they came to the first intersection. Then the first car went straight, the second took a right, and the third went left. Harry was in the last car. Suddenly the driver spoke up.

"You may as well get some rest Harry," she said. "We've been assigned the scenic route." Harry stared at her. She sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place her. Her face was new to him, but her voice was ringing some bells. "Tonks?" he asked when it suddenly came to him.

"The one and only," she replied. "You didn't think that I'd pass up a chance to escort you after I haven't seen you in almost a decade, did you? Moody, and Shackles would have come too, but we had to all split up since we didn't want it to be obvious that you were in a certain car." Harry suddenly remembered that Tonks was a Metamorphmagus and could easily change her appearance at will.

"Thanks for the advice," Harry said. "I think that I'll try and take it." And with that, he threw back the hood, laid his head back on the cushion and fell promptly into a light sleep.

Ron was lightly shaking Harry's shoulder. Harry woke up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stretched. Then he remembered all that had happened and in what situation he was in and sat up, looking about. He was at King's Cross Station.

"I have to take the train?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's the most direct way to get to Hogwart's and Voldemort wouldn't expect you to take the train that all of the students ride in." He paused and then added, "Sorry we didn't tell you about all of this earlier, mate, but like you said, you and him are to be considered one person when it comes to secrets."

The fact made Harry feel sick but he nodded, nevertheless. "I understand," he mumbled. "Everything would be ruined before we even got started."

"Hey you two," Sirius interrupted. "We're getting out now, so get ready. And put your hood back up," he added, seeing that Harry still had it down. Harry hastily complied, resuming his ominous form.

"C'mon," the auror sitting in the passenger seat by Tonks said gruffly. "We're late."

Not wanting to cross the crusty agent's gloomy mood, everyone began to slip out of the car.

"Put this on," said another auror, handing Harry a blindfold. "The other groups have already been spread out through the train, and the decoys have them on, too. As soon as we're on, the train'll start and we'll head off. Hopefully," she added, "if everything goes right, it'll be smooth sailing 'til we get to Howarts. All aboard!"

Everyone proceeded onto the train, Ron holding Harry's elbow and leading him, catching him if he tripped. Harry had barely settled into his seat when the train lurched and began to move. He asked if he could take his blindfold off now since he didn't know where he had been led to and received consent. He reached for the shade on his window to open it so he could watch their departure but his wrist was promptly grabbed. He looked up, startled, to see the same gruff, grizzled auror who had been so curt with them all earlier.

"Don't touch those. They're all down so that no one looking in can see which cars are occupied and which aren't." He paused, contemplating something. "What're you doing by a window anyway? You're the one we're all supposed to protect. Sit in the isle!" He tugged roughly on Harry's wrist and Harry swiftly stood up and sat in the isle seat.

"No, no!" the man cried, irritated. "You need a guard on either side of you. Black, Weasley!" he barked. "Get in your positions!"

The two of them hastily complied, each murmuring, "Sorry, Fowler." Harry got up and moved one over so Sirius could sit by him. The other aurors sat down at various places around the car. Tonks, who had gone to all of the other cars to make sure everyone was present and then to inform the conductor that everyone was aboard, entered the car and sat down. She screwed up her face and resumed her normal look instead of a middle-aged woman with skin that was beginning to sag and had gray hair. He noticed that her hair was now a baby blue.

Harry pushed back his cowl and slouched down into his chair, deep in thought. He was going back to Hogwarts, the place that he had always considered home. He had thought that he would never get to go back there when he woke up in Voldemort's clutches. It wasn't something one could normally hope for when in the tortuous hands of the most feared wizard ever. He had dared for the first year, hoping that Ron, or Hermione, or Dumbledore would come for him. But they hadn't. They'd given up on him. Then, for the first time, he'd died. He'd been overjoyed, strangely enough. He'd given up on everything. His friends, his rescue, his redemption, his will to live. Harry truly believed that it wasn't so much Voldemort's tormenting that had killed him as it was his mind had finally convinced itself that it didn't want to go on and had shut off all of Harry's body systems. He remembered that elated feeling, knowing he was free, knowing the pain had finally stopped for good, knowing he'd be with Sirius again. But then he had stopped and heard the whispering and felt the restraining hands for the first time. And then Voldemort yanked him back into his agonizing, real nightmare. It was ironic really. He had been so happy to die since he'd be with Sirius again. But Sirius had been working his way back the whole time to come for Harry, who was believed to be dead, and may as well have been. It was a continuous wraparound ring of irony.

Thinking about his first death brought Harry to the subject of the mysterious whisperers and the restrictive clasp. What were they? Sirius had said that he heard them too. Were they just something that was normal on the other side? Harry didn't have any answers, and it was getting annoying.

He thought about it for a while and then was suddenly startled back into reality. The man whom everyone called 'Fowler' walked up and asked to switch places for a second. After the man had settled down, he leaned forward with his hands clasped and elbows on his knees. He sighed and said, "You looked so much like your father, that for a second there, I went back in time."

Harry looked confusedly over at the man on his left. "Do I know you?" he asked.

The man smiled and shook his head. "No, but your father did. I was very good friends with your grandfather who was an auror and your dad grew up having me around." He stood up and bowed deeply, making Harry feel very uncomfortable. "I want to let you know that it is an honor to serve and protect you Mr. Potter."

"Thank you," Harry said awkwardly. Fowler smiled, turned and walked back to his own seat. After Ron had sat down and pulled out The Daily Prophet Harry turned to Sirius. "Who is that guy?"

"Fowler?" Sirius asked. Without waiting for an answer he continued. "Him and James' dad – your grandpa, I guess – were mates all through Hogwarts and the years afterward. They were as close as James and I were – practically inseparable. If you found one, you found the other. And just like James asked me, Mr. Potter asked him to be James' godfather. James wanted to be just like him. He was determined to be an auror, and he probably would have gotten farther into it if Voldemort hadn't come into the picture." He sighed, eyes going bleary as he recalled something. "Forgive me for sounding as old as I'm getting but, those were the days."

"How come I'd never heard of him before?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "Nobody really knows why Fowler does what he does, only that he does it for a reason. Whether or not it's a good one or a valid one is debatable sometimes."

Harry lightly grunted his understanding but fell into silence once more thinking about how he had always imagined his father's life to be like. When he finally came out of his stupor, the train had stopped. He resisted the urge to peek through the blinds, keeping in mind the reprimand he knew he would get. It's not like I won't see in just a sec. I mean, everyone's getting up and stretching; no one's acting alarmed. Either this is Hogwarts or another place where we change the mode of transportation, he explained to himself.

"C'mon mate," Ron grunted as he grabbed Harry under one armpit and hoisted him up. "We're here." Harry walked with him and came to the door to their car.

"Put your hood up," Tonks hissed at him. He hurriedly complied and pulled the darkness over his face. He shivered as he pictured himself as being a dementor. He realized that, to him, this long sable robe with a consuming cowl was exactly like the ones that icy fiends had worn in his third year.

"Now, when we go up to the castle," Ron began, "there could be students around to see. But as long as you keep our hood up, they won't know who you are. When we reach the entrance, put the blindfold on. Just keep walking and we'll take you to your rooms. I'll guide you and let you know when there are steps and that. Everything should go well if everyone follows that." Harry nodded and everyone began to step out of the car.

As soon as Harry was out, everyone began to form a circle around him, wands at the ready. There were three carriages waiting to transport them to the front gates of Hogwarts. To a few of those there, the coaches were horseless, but Harry was willing to bet that more than a few of his group could see the thestrals pulling the burden. Harry's group walked forward and took the middle cart. As soon as everyone was inside, the carriage rocked forward and set off at a steady gait. It was as if an uncanny silent command had been given to the carnivorous horses and they had mechanically moved forward. If Harry used his imagination, the constant squeal and squall of the wheels could double as being the eerie music that accompanied the horror films that toyed with the mind that the Dursleys had watched. Harry wanted to lean his head out over Sirius and Tonks to see what the other companies were doing, but for obvious reasons, he couldn't. He could only assume that they were following in like order.

Hogwarts had not changed as far as he could tell. The lake was still there, rippling and stirring slightly at the wind's every whim. The grounds were still kept in the same pristine condition, and every tree that Harry remembered still stood and he particularly noticed the Whomping Willow. He felt like nothing had happened; that he was sixteen again and was on his way to the great castle. But his vision was shattered as he glanced about the grounds and saw unknown students staring curiously at the slow procession up to the front gates.

When they reached their destination, everyone slipped out and once again encircled Harry, wands set. He swung his head from side to side and saw children whispering to each other as they recognized that the sentry was composed of aurors and the notorious Ronald Weasley and Sirius Black. Harry could only imagine the wild thoughts that whipped through their minds and out their mouths. He chuckled a bit when he thought of how they would react when the rest of the entourage arrived.

They began walking up to the castle at a normal speed, everyone casting sidelong glances Harry's way to make sure something didn't suddenly happen to him. Harry rather felt like an idiot walking up to the front entrance with an escort of famous aurors and his friends from the past. He felt uncomfortably aware of his billowing black cloak that was obvious as broad daylight. He glanced around and was acutely alert to every gaze and every hushed whisper. He felt his face burning beneath the shadow of the hood and cleared his throat awkwardly. When they reached the massive doors they swung open as if from their own accord to permit him entrance. He walked inside, feeling relieved to have escaped from the suspicious and curious stares only to be bombarded with those of every child in the building. He quickly threw his eyes down and tried to make himself as unobtrusive as possible. He knew that he stood out like a sore thumb and was miserably failing. His group had stopped, obviously waiting for him to put on his blindfold. He brought the heavy cloth up to his face underneath the cowl. Wrapping it around his head, he watched as the world disappeared into darkness. He felt momentary panic as he tied off the ends with trembling fingers until Ron took his elbow in a reassuring grasp and start to lead him forward. "Can we go a bit faster?" he asked in a hushed voice. Ron replied in one just as quiet, "No. We'll get too far ahead of the others. They might panic and think something happened if they couldn't see us. We need to stay steady. Don't worry. Dumbledore has everything planned out. The teachers are up there too, keeping everything in order and moving. We arrived right on time so everything's on schedule." Harry nodded, disappointed. He felt an itch develop in the small of his back as he continued to yearn to be out from under the gazes of so many.

They continued on for what seemed like forever to Harry. Harry grumbled to himself that they had gone up and down every flight of stairs in the castle and had been on every floor at least twice. He knew it wasn't true, but he felt like he was parading himself in front of all of the students that he possibly could. Did Dumbledore want to insure that every child of Death Eaters saw that I was here? I can't believe that there's such a thing as no vacancy at Hogwarts so why did he put me up in the highest room in the tallest tower? Harry grumbled to himself.

He was tempted to call out, "Are we there yet?" when suddenly, the procession stopped. "What's going on?" he whispered. "Shhhh. We're going down," Ron replied. Down? Down where? Harry thought bemused. Where am I going? And why are we going down when we just made it to the top floor?

He was just about to voice his question, despite Ron's admonition, when there was a loud groaning sound. Harry jumped and heard a scraping sound. He cast his head about, frightful, trying to catch sounds of struggle or of anything, but could hear nothing except the scraping. Then suddenly silence ruled over the senses as abruptly as the groan and grating had done. He was lead forward and then stopped again. Obviously, this was part of the plan, but Harry didn't have a clue as to what was going on. His heart was still hammering from the fear that he had felt when all the commotion had begun. Then he heard the welcome sound of Sirius' voice bearing equally welcome news. "You can take your blindfold off now Harry," he said in a normal voice. Harry gratefully reached up and unwound his blindfold. In the musty darkness, Harry could see decrepit stone stairs that hadn't been used for years which was evident by the layers upon layers of dust. A groan erupted behind him and he turned around to see a wall closing behind him.

Everyone lifted their wands and said, "Lumos." Globes of shining light appeared at the tip of every wand, flooding the staircase with almost unearthly light. The woman in front stepped forward and everyone followed her lead, forcing Harry to descend the stairwell against his own wishes. Each step echoed down the flight and a flurry of dust rose making Harry sneeze. He felt empathy for one of the aurors Harry didn't know who was bombarded mercilessly with a sneeze attack. Harry quickly discovered that it was a spiral way that descended steeply. After fifteen minutes he was sure that he was down past the bottom floor. Abruptly the stairs ended and they came upon a corridor. Harry peered into its depths but was unable to distinguish anything besides the encroaching darkness and the shifting shadows. Where are they taking me? He wondered yet again. Despite his trust in his friends and these aurors from the Order, his imagination was beginning to wonder whether or not Voldemort had bought them for services and information. He shook his head to clear the unsettling thought from his head, but a shadow lingered and grew again, once more waking his disquieting qualms.

Everyone continued down the boundless corridor. As Harry continued it seemed that what appeared to be the end of the hallway never got any closer. It drifted farther and farther away from him, resenting not only his presence, but his gaze as well. Suddenly the woman turned and walked through the wall. Harry stopped abruptly, shocked, but Tonks pushed him forward and he walked right through. He was reminded vividly of the passage between London's King's Cross Station and Platform 9 ¾.

"Well don't you feel the fool?" another young woman teased. "Forgot that not everything is what it appears at Hogwarts did you?" She cackled uncontrollably at him. Harry didn't think it was that funny but joined in just because she made a hilarious spectacle. He had no idea really what she was laughing at but he was laughing at her. After he had mastered himself again, he glanced about his surroundings. He was in another hallway, but this one was shorter and torches along the wall burned and flickered merrily, casting a cheery light. The aurors had extinguished their magical beacons. The torches flickered and cast dancing shadows and highlights upon a large wooden door.

Fowler turned to Harry and spoke to him. "This is where you'll be staying. The House Elves have already been here and readied your rooms inside. The password to get past the wall on the top floor is Visedain. Just remember that it's on the top floor and is the only one up there with no paintings or portraits. To get to here you'll be fine. It's completely visible to you now that you've seen it once. Dumbledore has set up extra wards about the castle and its grounds so that you're even safer. He couldn't set them up until you were in place, however, so that hopefully explains the blindfold and such. It has been an honor, Mr. Potter, and I hope to be able to serve you again in any way. We'll see each other again. Good day." He shook Harry's hand and smiled. Then he looked straight ahead and walked out, turning left to go back the way the company had come. Each of the aurors shook his hand and murmured something to him in the same manner that Fowler had, and then left. In under a minute, it was only Sirius and Ron left.

"We're to stay with you in the event that you need anything that has not been provided," Ron supplied jokingly. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled, then turned to face the door. He walked up to it and grasped the handle, but did not turn. His pride stayed his hand. As soon as he entered this new accommodation, he would officially be considered hiding. Could he handle that? He told himself that he would make up for it by recuperating during his time there and then enacting his revenge upon Voldemort. If his hiding would aggravate old Tom, it was worth whatever price to Harry. He stood up straight with a conniving smile on his face then resolutely turned the knob and entered his sanctuary.

AN: So, Alaska was awesome! I love going there! It's always so pretty and fun. And I got to have a white Christmas! Ha! Take that, drought infected Montana! You can't ruin my holiday season! And then, on New Year's, people around Anchorage set off ginormously huge fireworks. It was so pretty!

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