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Harry was positively itching to go outside.

But he knew that the Aurors in the Wizarding world were searching for him, because when Quill (who was really now the only member of the four who could show his face in public) went out to buy food, he heard rumors about Harry Potter's disappearance. And Harry could assume as well that his disappearance at home had been discovered by the authorities by now, which meant the Muggle police were searching for him as well.

Because of this, his three friends told him over and over again that he must at all costs stay inside the house. Achan had told him that, yes, there were potions and spells that could disguise his identity, but unfortunately there were also ways for other wizards to detect those spells, or to force him to tell the truth about who he was.

Harry suggested that he just use one of the spells to go out at least into the Muggle world, but his friends refused; they couldn't go with him, and anyway Harry had a nagging fear that if he wasn't with at least one of them at all times, he was going to lose them all forever.

He wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way, but he did, and it was enough to keep him inside.

One night, when Harry had very nearly dropped off to sleep, he heard a whispered conversation between Achan, Maya and Quill. He immediately cocked his ears to hear what they were saying.

"It's obvious that he can't stay indoors forever and the back garden isn't safe for him to go outside with all that junk out there," Achan said, quietly.

"If he leaves us," Maya said, "he'll more than likely end up getting taken away again by those Muggles. And I refuse to let that happen," she added; Harry heard the sound of a ripping cushion as she said it. "I wouldn't treat the child of my worst enemy the way they treated him."

"That's the sixth cushion you've destroyed in less than two days," remarked Achan.

"Quill knows a place where no one hardly ever goes," Quill interjected, before the two could start a squabble. "Used to have picnics with Little Miss all the time there." Here Harry heard a hiccup, along with the sound of an elfish nose being blown very loudly. He hoped Quill wasn't going to start crying again.

"What does 'hardly anyone' mean, exactly?" Achan asked cautiously.

"Quill has seen the odd person meeting there to do business," said the elf. "But that is only because it is out of the way! There is nothing there of interest. No one really goes there on purpose. Quill has heard from his masters that it has something to do with creatures that died there...a battle between Goblins and Wizards…"

"I know just the place you're talking about," Maya interrupted, in a tone of pure disgust. "No one actually won that battle, you know. It was just a pointless blood bath."

"But no one goes there?" Achan asked.

"No," said Maya shortly. "No one of our kind, anyway, and no wizards either. I know I've never been."

"And there is very few Muggles," Quill piped up.

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"Well, if it really is out of the way, perhaps we could all go there tomorrow afternoon," Achan began.

"You're insane!" snapped Maya. "There's no way I'm going there, not with that place's history."

"Maya," said Achan, "be reasonable. Harry hasn't been out of the house in days, and that's a hard thing for a young boy. We must allow him to go somewhere. No, no, listen," he added as Maya started to protest again. "There's nowhere else we know of that's safe, Maya. Come on."

There was a long silence, during which Harry almost held his breath in anticipation.

"Fine," snarled Maya. "But I'm only doing it for the boy."

Harry smiled in the dark.

Author's Note: This was a filler chapter until I write the next chapter where Harry will either Hermione or Luna.