It's been over two years since I updated this story. I'm on break from school right now and I decided that tonight would be a good night to start on this again because I really would love to finish this story. But, since it's been so long, I don't remember what my original plot idea was, and what I had written on this chapter was accidentally deleted from my flash drive, so I'm left trying to piece together parts of this story for everyone to read. I know it's not my best work, but I hope everyone becomes interested again, and will be around to see me finish this, hopefully very soon.

For the first time, in a really long time, Harry spent a nice day with friends and what he considered to be family. Instead of being inside all day, confused about life, and worried about forever being lonely, he was finally happy.

The Weasley's along with Harry and Hermione hit all the best shops in Diagon Alley, even if it meant they had to shop for school items. Deciding that shopping for books now was really a bad idea, they went to get measured for robes, and then Mr. Weasley, whom had just received an excellent pay raise from the ministry, treated everyone to sundaes.

Ron would crack jokes; Hermione would roll her eyes and finish with "Honestly Ron!" Everything was right. Harry had forgotten about Draco, it was ok that things would forever be different between them. After all, he was right, he had a different destiny, one that he wasn't even sure of, one that would probably mean life or death, and because of that, he had no time for love, at least not right now.

Hermione had taken notice of the sudden change in Harry. She wasn't sure if getting out of the house had done it, or if Harry had realized that sometimes, things just aren't meant to be. After all, Harry has faced a lot of hardships in his life. More than anyone, he should understand the concept of destiny, of life, of love, and of misfortune. She just wasn't sure if Draco's plan would go accordingly. After all, if Harry has moved on, both would probably end up back where they begin.

Once everyone had their fill of ice cream, they set off down Diagon Alley once again, this time to purchase school books. Before they even reached the storefront, Harry felt a tugging on his robes and looked down to find a small house elf standing there. This elf however, did not only grab his attention, but everyone else's as well.

"Sir?" the house elf said.

"Uh, yes?" Harry asked, confused as ever.

"You are Harry Potter, correct?" He said stiffly, as if he talked to wizards in this tone all the time.

"Yes."

"Everything ok Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yes, everything is fine, go ahead without me." He said.

"I am Harry Potter." Harry said again to the elf that seemed to be growing rather impatient. Harry had to admit he was growing rather impatient himself.

"This is for you. I cannot tell you who it is from, I am under strict orders. Your directions are in the note."

"Directions? What for?" Harry asked holding the letter as if it might explode.

"I know nothing more Sir. I only do what I is told." The elf said, "I only do what I is told."

"Thank you then," Harry said. And with a snap of his fingers, the house elf was gone.

And now, Harry was all alone, holding a letter from an unknown, that could be cursed, could ultimately spell his devise, or even worse.

One he decided that he was not in any trouble (which took him a few minutes of speaking allowed to himself, which, he decided, made those few souls that dared to venture past him believe that Harry Potter had finally gone made) he slowly opened the envelop that contained the letter and inspected the contents for any sign of wrongdoings.

Satisfied that it was just a normal letter after all, he removed it from it's paper home. With hands shaking, he opened it gently, afraid that he might disrupt the contents if he moved too fast and read.

Harry,
It's time that I stop this foolish game. I want to meet, to reveal myself to you. Stop by the Leaky Cauldron before you leave Diagon Alley. Come to room 15 and knock twice. I will be waiting. Do not disappoint me.

Determined to meet this mystery person once and for all, he decided, as he usually did, that no one was going to stop him. He reread the letter several times and felt as if this was not a joke and that he was not in any danger. If this person wanted to harm him, they could have done so with any of the items he had delivered to the Weasley's while he lived there. They just wanted to talk, nothing more, and they deserved their chance, especially if they went through this much trouble to send him the expensive gifts, and this letter, they deserved a chance.

Just when he decided he was ready to tell the others he would not be returning to the Burrow with them, they were approaching him, arms full of books and other items. "Everything ok Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Harry said shaking his head. "Look, I have some business to take care of at the Leaky Cauldron. I won't be going home with you guys, at least not tonight."

"Are you sure that is wise Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Yes, I will be fine. I have my wand."

"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione asked. "Is that about what you received from that house elf?"

"Yes, and I think they deserve to be heard. So I am going."

"Your admirer?"

"Yes." Harry said again.

"Just please be careful, Harry."

Once everyone had decided he truly was safe and that he could return home once his meeting with this mystery person was over, Harry walked with the Weasley's and Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron. They said their goodbyes and now, Harry was left alone standing in the hallway outside of room number 15, unsure of whether or not to knock.

Finally, with his wand ready, he knocked on the door, unsure of what would happen next.

"Come in," a soft voice said from the other side of the door.

Harry slowly turned the knob and took a fateful step inside.