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Walking Free

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Harry shoved the last of his clothes into his battered trunk and clicked it shut before checking around the room one last time to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He pulled his wand out from his pocket and used a shrinking spell on his trunk. When it was small enough he picked it up and tucked it into his jacket pocket. He could help but remember when he had last done this. He had been all alone at the time and had no where, and no one to go to. He was beginning to fear that time was replaying itself and that he would end up where he started. However, this time he knew that it was his fault. He had pushed them all away. He had refused the help and comfort of the ones who he needed the most.

Harry trudged down the stairs to the living room where he found Draco perched on the very edge of one of the armchairs. He looked extremely uncomfortable and had an almost pained expression on his face.

'What's wrong with you?'

Draco frowned and pushed himself up off the chair, groaning as he did. 'It's these bloody trousers you lent me! There killing me!' Harry couldn't help but chuckle as Draco grabbed the front of the denim jeans and pulled and tugged until he felt slight relief. 'Where did you get these ridiculous things from?'

Harry shrugged and pushed Draco towards the front door. 'Have you got all your stuff together?'

'What stuff?' Draco muttered, still annoyed with himself that he had forgotten to bring anything but his wand and the clothes on his back with him. He had had to grovel to Harry until the younger teen lent him some clothes. Draco hadn't been too pleased at what Harry had given him but it was better then nothing. Most of the clothes were fine but he had been given a few pairs of coarse, dark blue trousers to wear and he found them extremely uncomfortable. They were tight in all the wrong places and despite the fact that they were supposed to be 'skinny' jeans, they seemed to enlarge the size of his backside immensely. He was constantly pulling his shirt or jumper over the top of the jeans as he felt very self-conscious when wearing them.

'Okay, let's go then.' Harry said uncertainly. He pushed open the front door and ushered Draco outside. He then locked the door and after slight hesitation, slot the keys through the letter box.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes stood tall above Harry

and Draco, the windows brightly lit and full of multi-coloured sweets and potion bottles. 'Oh god, don't tell me we have to go in there!' Draco cried, sounding almost pained.

'Yes, now shut up.' Harry shoved Draco towards the shop and through the door. They were immediately hit by the sound of excited children and teenagers playing with the products on the shelves. Draco grumbled beside him until Harry stabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.

'Are you sure these disguises will work?'

'Yes.' Harry replied becoming more and more frustrated with the blonde. 'We only need to keep them up for a little longer, just until we get to the back room. Just follow me.'

Earlier on Harry had decided that as they would be going into a shop mainly aimed at children, they should probably be disguised as children. This way they would blend in and no one would notice that the two young boys looked surprisingly like Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Harry had simple shrunk himself and his clothes, and changed some of his featured to make himself look more like an eight year old. Draco had done the same but he still looked terribly superior despite his decreased height and the scruffy t-shirt Harry had lent him.

Harry began making his way towards the back of the shop, behind the counter, pushing past people as quickly as possible. Once or twice he looked back over his shoulder to make sure that Draco was still following him and hadn't gotten lost in the mass of over zealous children. When they reached the counter Harry noticed that George was happily working the till, serving the young kids, a smile plastered over his face.

'Okay, let's go.' Harry quickly slipped passed the counter and dashed through the door, into the back room. Once Draco had followed him in, Harry shut the door and took a sigh of relief. 'Good, now all we have to do is wait till one of them comes in here.'

'Oh good god, how long could that be?' Draco whined. 'I thought you said this would "only take a moment." Yeah right.' Draco grumbled, mimicking Harry's voice.

'I bet you one of them will come back here any moment, so just shut the fuck up already.'

'Wow, little kids these days. You should really think about your language little man.' Harry swirled around to face Fred who had just entered, carrying two large boxes. He dumped them on the floor before standing straight, hands on hips. He gave Harry and Draco a slightly stern look but he couldn't help smiling. 'You two really shouldn't be back here. This is for staff only. Are you lost? Can't you find your parents?'

'Fred, it's me you twit!'

Fred raised an eyebrow, confused. 'Umm, and who would that be?'

Harry sighed and smacked his head with his palm. 'Harry! It's Harry, I'm Harry!' With this he pulled out his wand and tapped the top of his head with the tip. A moment later he was standing at his full height, just taller than Fred.

'Oh, hey Harry! How've you been?'

Harry couldn't help laughing as Fred gave him a quick hug. 'I'm okay, how about you and George? I see business has picked up since the last time I saw you.'

'Yeah, well after you left last time, George and I decided that we really needed to get a move on with our new products. It took some time but we managed to sort it all out and now we have plenty of new jokes and sweets coming in all the time. We've also got lots more customers now and they all seem to enjoy our stock so that's all that matters.'

'Cool, that's great.'

'Thanks. So who's this then?' Fred asked, indicating the small blonde who was examining the contents of one of the many boxes scattered all around the room. 'Hi there. Well, aren't you a pretty little girl.' Fred patted Draco atop the head.

'Fred,' Harry sighed. 'that's Malfoy.'

'O-oh.' Fred exclaimed, recoiling from the teen.

'I do not, in any way look like a girl.' Draco growled, growing to his proper size. 'I may have beautiful, unblemished skin, but that does not make me a woman.'

'What is he doing here?' Fred asked, his voice taking an almost disgusted tone.

'Ah, long story that. I'll tell you later, yeah?'

'Yeah, sure. So, um Harry, what can I do for you?' Fred asked grinning widely.

'Well, I really wanted to talk to both you and George but if you're busy, I guess I can-'

'No, it's okay, I'll go get George. We can let the assistance look after the shop for a bit.' Fred disappeared out of the door and only a few seconds later George came bounding through and practically tackled Harry to the ground.

'Hey, George!'

'It's really good to see you, Harry. How've you been holding up?'

As the three friends chatted and laughed Draco leant against the far wall, grumbling to himself. He was tired, bored and fed up. He just wanted to get out of the annoying cheerful shop, find somewhere that they could stay and keep a low profile.

'Okay, can we get this over with? I'm bored out of my mind! God you people have such dry conversations and you're all far too happy all the time.'

'Alright, blondie.' George smirked. 'No need to get all uppity. Come on Harry, let's all go up to the flat, get some more privacy.'

Ginny climbed up the stairs two at a time to the twins' flat on top of the shop. She hadn't seen them properly for a while and was almost excited at the prospect of spending an afternoon full of laughs with them. Although the last time she had seen them had been during the disastrous diner with Harry, Remus, Tonks and Teddy not that long ago, she had not felt up to their antics and had to the best of her ability kept away from them and most of the other members of her family during the evening. That evening was the first time she had seen Harry properly for almost three and a half years. He was tall, skinny, had bright green eyes and hair that refused to lie flat; just as she had remembered. Ginny's heart fluttered as she thought of him. When he had entered the Burrow, for a moment, she felt as if she was back in one of her childhood dreams in which the Boy Who Lived walked into her house, swept her off her feet and told her that he loved her. Snorting at the thought, Ginny made her way to the front door of the twins' flat.

It was a stupid, childish thought and totally absurd; Harry Potter would never love her. Besides, she had moved on; she no longer thought of him as the famous Boy Who Lived. She no longer blushed furiously when she was in the same room as him. She had stopped thinking of him like that several years ago when she realised that nothing would come of her fawning over some bloke who didn't even notice her. Yes, Harry had been her friend and had been perfectly pleasant and friendly to her when they had spoken, but he just didn't think of her in the way that she wanted. He was Harry, just Harry; her brother's best friend and there was nothing she could do about it.

Any chance of him liking her totally went out of the window three and a half years ago when he was accused of torturing her and was carted off to Azkaban. His visit to the Burrow for the diner made it perfectly clear in Ginny's eyes that he hated the lot of them and that he did not want anything to do with the family. He had been tense, awkward, had rarely spoken and had even stormed out though Percy was to blame for Harry's rather sudden departure.

As Ginny made to knock on the slightly ajar door, she heard the twins talking with someone else. She wasn't exactly sure who it was but she thought that she recognized it. Moving into the shadows, Ginny strained her ears, listening to the conversation taking place in her brothers' living room.

'… it was completely stupid and he probably hates me now so I can't go back.' Only a few moments later Ginny realised who it was. Gasping in surprise she listened in closer, trying to pick up the whole conversation. 'I just came round to ask if you had any suggestions as to where I could go. Somewhere I can take him as well.'

Him? Who was him? Carefully pushing the door a jar some more, Ginny positioned herself so that she could take a peak into the room. Leaning on the table was Harry. Her heart fluttered again at the sight of him and she felt butterflies rise in her stomach. Fred was stood next to Harry whereas George was slumped in one of the chairs. There was no sign of another occupant so Ginny waited to see if he would emerge.

'I see your problem, mate. You probably want somewhere large so you don't bump into him much.'

'Haha. Very funny Weasel.' Came a sarcastic drawl and sure enough, the unknown fourth occupant made himself known. Ginny fell back when Draco Malfoy came out of the shadows. His blonde hair was slicked back and the jeans he was wearing appeared to be quite tight and oddly seemed to suit him. The thump that Ginny made from her contact with the floor caused the men to turn to face the door; however, Ginny's Quidditch skills spared her from being seen as she quickly swerved out of sight.

Crouching down in a more comfortable position, Ginny turned her attention back to the room and the continuing conversation.

'What about the Burrow? Mum would love to see you again and we know Ron and Hermione are desperate to meet up with you.' Fred said having moved into a kitchen chair beside his brother.

'With him' Harry asked incredulously, nodding his head to the blonde. 'Not bloody likely.

'True, he'd probably drive everyone…'

'…nuts within minutes. Bad suggestion, Fred.'

'I am right here you know? I can hear you!' Draco exclaimed, obviously frustrated with the way the conversation was going.

'Yeah, and while you are in our house, we will talk about you however we want. So just zip it you slimly dick or we will give you something to complain about.'

Malfoy grunted but did not speak again.

The conversation continued for some time with several stupid suggestions as to where Harry and Malfoy could go from the twins. One of the absurd suggestions had been the Dursley's house. Harry had laughed for about five minutes after that, which soon became contagious as Fred and George ended up in fits of giggles. Ginny found herself having to hold back a chuckle at the thought, but Draco, who obviously did not know of Harry's relationship with his relatives looked uncomfortable and frustrated. After the laughing episode, Ginny felt her legs cramping from being in the same position for too long. Gingerly moving so that she could stretch her legs, Ginny moved to the other side of the staircase, settling against the wall for support.

'Well, I suppose you could always go to Grimmauld Place.' At Harry's frown, George continued,' I mean, no one uses it anymore, not since…' he coughed uncomfortably before adding, 'and it's got all those protective enchantments around so ferret face wouldn't have to worry about being found.'

'Doesn't it belong to one of your lot though?' Harry questioned Malfoy who had remained silent for the majority of the visit.

'How am I supposed to know? I've never even heard of the place!' Malfoy sneered, turning away from them.

'I, err, Harry, Sirius left you everything.' Fred spoke up rather awkwardly.

'Huh?'

'In his will' George added at Harry's confusion. 'It's yours. The house, possessions, the entire contents of his vault. Everything.'

There was silence for a moment before Harry murmured something.

'I… right. His will.' There was another long pause. 'I suppose we should go there then. Seems to be, um, the most appropriate place.'

'Well, thank Merlin for that!' Draco exclaimed, raising his hands above his head in euphoria. 'Let's go!' The blonde abruptly turned to the door but when Harry did not make to follow, Draco turned to him, 'Err, now!'

Deciding that now was probably the best time to move, Ginny carefully stood up and silently hurried back down the stairs and left the flat. Once she was outside of the shop she disapperated. Had Ginny stayed, she would have heard Harry ask after the Weasley family, more specifically, she would have heard Harry ask the twins how she was and whether his attendance at diner a week or so ago had bothered her.

Harry threw the cloth down on the table, tired and bored of cleaning. He had been trying to tidy the house up a bit since it hadn't been used in over three years. He had tried to get Draco to help but the young man had been extremely stubborn. When Harry had shoved a feather duster at him, Draco had looked at it with revulsion, absolutely disgusted at the thought of doing any physical labour.

Harry had spent almost an hour wiping down the surfaces of the kitchen counters and although he could use his wand, he found cleaning rather therapeutic and it gave him time and space to think. Draco had been highly unhelpful as he decided that it would be a good idea to sit at the kitchen table and carelessly slurp on a cup of tea, which he spilt numerous times. He had also been quite peckish and helped himself to some of the food Harry had gone out to buy from the local muggle supermarket. He had attempted to make himself a sandwich but most of the bread and cheese had ended up on the table and floor which Draco later refused to clean up.

They had only been in the house for a week but Harry and Draco had already had numerous fights, mostly a result of Malfoy's unwillingness to help Harry in any way. Sitting in the now clean kitchen, Harry cradled a hot mug of tea. Draco had buggered off upstairs somewhere after another quarrel. Harry wasn't sure what they had argued about; it all seemed so trivial and stupid. Harry sighed deeply; he was having problems sleeping again. The nightmares, which had plagued him since his escape, had calmed down considerably when he had moved in with Remus; however, coming back to Grimmauld Place had triggered nasty memories and contributed an increase in ghastly nightmares that woke Harry nightly. Too engrossed in feeling sorry for himself, Harry did not notice when the fire in the fireplace turned green. He did, however, notice when a figure stepped out.

'Ginny?' Harry asked in surprise, jumping up from his seat. 'What- what are you doing here?'

Ginny smiled gently, brushing off the soot that had coated her jumper. 'I just…needed to see you Harry, it's been such a long time since we last spoke and I wanted to check up on you.'

'Do your parents know that you're here?'

Ginny scoffed and took a seat at the kitchen table. 'Why do they need to know.' she asked, frustrated. 'I'm not a child anymore, but everyone treats me like one. They all flit around me, scared that anything they do or say will upset me or something. Mum hardly ever lets me out of her sight and Dad and the boys are constantly on my back about "how I'm feeling" and "is there anything that I need". All I need is some space!'

Harry watched the young woman with wide eyes. He hadn't really seen or spoken to her in ages and all of a sudden she appears and starts babbling like they've been best friends for years.

'Ginny, you still haven't answered my question. Do your parents know that you're here?' The redhead scowled but shook her head. 'Did they tell you that I'm living here?' Harry asked, worried that the twins had told their family where he was staying.

'No,' Ginny sighed, 'they don't even know that you left Remus' yet, no one knows. I only found out because I was at Fred and George's shop when you came over. I heard them telling you to come here.'

'Oh, I see.'

The two teens looked at each other in silence, both trying to decide what to say next.

'So, how have you been?' Ginny asked in a hopeful tone, wanting to make the situation a little less awkward.

Harry shrugged. 'Fine, I guess.'

'Right, well, I'm okay too, I suppose.'

The kitchen went still once again as Harry sat back down and took a sip of his almost cold tea. He looked up at Ginny over the rim of his mug. 'Oh, do you um…d'you want a cup?'

Ginny's eyes widened for a moment before she nodded, smiling softly. Harry stumbled over to the kettle and lit the stove. As he was gathering the cup and the tea bag, he didn't notice Ginny as she joined him at his side.

'Harry, I…I've really missed you, you know.' Ginny saw Harry's shoulders visibly tense and his grip on the china cup looked painful. Ginny continued as Harry poured the boiling water into the cup, followed by the milk, his hands shaking. 'I've been wanting to see you for a really long time. Even if it was only for a second, I just wanted to see you, maybe talk a bit.' The redhead noticed that the tea was spilling from the top of the cup as Harry lifted it from the counter, and reached out a hand to steady him. At the contact Harry dropped the cup which smashed onto the marble and scolding tea spilt over the sides and onto the floor. 'Harry, you okay?' Harry took a staggered breath and pulled out his wand. He quickly cleaned up the mess and repaired the china. He was about to remake the tea when Ginny stopped him. 'No, it's okay. Come on, let's go sit in the living room.'

The redhead led Harry into the old, dimly lit room and gently pushed him down onto one of the sofas. She then marched over to the curtains and flung them back, letting the morning light stream through, brightening the dreary room. 'That's much better, isn't it?' she said, putting on a cheery voice. 'Okay, Harry, I really think that we should talk. I know that things between us might be difficult because of…well…what happened, but I just want you to know that-' She cut off when she heard a sniff from the sofa and spun around to see Harry weeping into his hands. 'Harry?' Ginny whispered, reaching out to the sobbing man. 'Harry, what's wrong-'

'No, Ginny please, please forgive me! I...I don't know what to do. I'm so sorry for everything. I've been such an idiot lately. I know that I'm not the only one who's suffered but I can't seem to stop myself from taking my pain out on others. Ginny, I...' The teen tried to calm himself but he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his flushed cheeks. 'I can feel him all the time. I can't stand it. My scar hurts all day long, it's driving me mad. Whenever anyone tries to talk to me, or comfort me, I just blow up at them. I know that they only want to help but I'm so tired and stressed that I lash out.' Harry's voice was harsh and rough from crying and his eyes were red and puffy. Ginny sat down by his side and gently took his hand, rubbing soothing circles over his pale skin. 'He's ruining my life, Gin, and there's nothing I can do about it.'

'Don't say that. Don't think like that, Harry. Just…just relax, okay? I'm here, we all are. We'll help you all the way so just relax for now.' Ginny put an arm around Harry's shoulders, pulling him close to her. At first Harry went rigid but he soon loosened up and leant against Ginny's side. Ginny put a hand on Harry's cheek and raised his head to look at him. 'I'm right here Harry.' As the teen looked up at her with sad eyes, Ginny leant forward and placed a gentle, delicate kiss on his forehead.

Mrs Black's portrait screamed loudly after the doorbell to number 12 Grimmauld Place rang out. Swearing under his breath, Draco made his way from the kitchen to the front hall. Ignoring the screeching portrait, Draco hesitantly made his way to open the front door. With his wand held firmly in his hand, Draco gingerly opened the old door; however, at the site of the two tall men outside of the house, the blonde couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. He had been on edge since his escape from the Ministry, terrified that the Dark Lord and Death Eaters were following him around, wanting to kill him for what he had done. When Harry had firmly told him that he needed to get a grip or he would be thrown out of the cobwebbed covered house, he loosened up a bit but he remained slightly hesitant and nervous.

'Ah, Mr Malfoy, a pleasure to see you.' Albus Dumbledore exclaimed kindly at the young man before adding 'I was looking for Mr Potter actually, is he available?'

Draco lowered his still raised wand and gave a small nod to the elderly wizard, letting him pass into the dark hallway.

Draco turned towards the other tall guest who remained standing on the front door step.

'Severus my boy, do come in.'

'Draco' Professor Snape drawled with his customary snarl as he passed his old student and made his way inside.

Upon closing the door, Draco realized that Mrs Black was continuing to yell indecent remarks from her portrait.

'Shut up!' Severus snarled as he passed the women and with a flick of his wand, the curtains encompassed the old portrait, leaving the hallway in an uncomfortable silence.

'Shall we make our way into the kitchen perhaps?' Dumbledore suggested, appearing to be totally unfazed by the awkwardness of the situation.

'Err...' was all Draco could say before the two men made their way down into the dingy kitchen. When he entered the room, Draco found Albus Dumbledore sat comfortably in one of the wooden kitchen chairs. Professor Snape, on the other hand, remained standing with perfect posture near the fireplace.

'Perhaps we could have a spot of tea, Draco?' Dumbledore said again, breaking the silence. His jovial voice echoed round the room.

'Right, err...ye-'

'Oh Merlin! Just go and fetch the blasted boy so that I can get out of this disgusting place.' Snape snapped angrily, turning from the two occupants so that he didn't have to see the disapproving look the Headmaster was sending his way.

Draco didn't answer; instead, he left the room quickly and made his way up to Potter's bedroom. He didn't knock as he came to the door but just barged in. Whatever he had expected, it was not finding Potter face down on top of the covers on the bed, fast asleep.

'Dammit Potter.' Draco growled as he moved towards the slumbering teen. Draco knew that Harry had not been sleeping well; the nightmares that resulted in Harry crying out had woken the blonde on several occasions. Even when he was not woken by Potter's nightmares, the dark blue bags that sat under the raven's eyes confirmed the lack of sleep. When confronted with his problem, Potter ignored it, saying he was 'Fine'. Draco couldn't help but think that Potter was a fool for refusing to talk about his problems. Even with his very limited knowledge about health and healing, Draco knew that in order to help the problem, Potter would have to open up, talk about it and then accept help.

Raising his wand again, the blonde grinned menacingly and quietly called out 'Aguamenti'.

The jet of ice cold water hit Harry straight in the face, soaking his hair, face and pillow. Rolling over in shock, Harry almost fell off of the bed. Grabbing his wand from the bedside table, Harry pointed it towards the intruder in his room.

Realising who it was, Harry jumped off the bed. 'What the fuck, Malfoy? Don't ever do that again you bloody prick!' Harry shouted, sudden anger coursing through his body. Turning away from the blonde, Harry took several deep breaths. His anger problems were getting out of hand. At any slight provocation and he would blow up.

'Jeez Potter, calm down will you! Bloody hell.' Draco called out from the corner of the room where he had retreated to when he thought Harry was going to attack him.

'What do you want?' The question came out as a snarl.

'Dumbledore and Snape are here.'

'What?' Harry wheeled around to face the other teen. 'How did they get in?'

'Through the front door, you dolt. How else would they get in now that you've blocked the floo connection?'

'You let them in?' Harry growled.

'Well duh!'

'Why the hell did you do that?'

'I wasn't going to leave them outside was I?'

'What do they want?'

'How the hell should I know? They asked for you which is why I'm here.' Draco gestured to the room. After Harry did not answer, Draco turned out of the room and made his way back down to the kitchen.

Sighing in frustration, Harry left the room. Why couldn't he just be left alone? The last thing he wanted now was Severus Snape snarling down at him as if he was twelve again and he had just botched up another stupid potion.

Upon entering the kitchen, Harry found Albus Dumbledore pouring himself some tea. Snape was standing towards the Headmaster's left and Draco was sat uncomfortably at the other end of the table. As he entered the room, Professor Dumbledore turned towards him with a smile. Snape, on the other hand, sneered. The potions master had not changed in the three years since Harry had seen him last. His hair, which fell to his chin, was still greasy, as if the man did not understand the function of shampoo, and black. The large, hooked nose was the same, as were the onyx eyes which studied Harry critically.

'So the Chosen One has finally graced us with his presence. I'm honored.'

Draco gulped and visibly shrank after the potion's master spoke. He knew Potter and Severus Snape did not get along so with the mood Potter was currently in, he couldn't help but wait for the boy to explode after one of Severus' jibes.

'Severus' Albus warned from his seat. 'Perhaps, Mr Malfoy, you would take Professor Snape upstairs for some time while I speak with Mr Potter?' Dumbledore turned from Harry to face the other two occupants.

Draco quickly stood from his seat and made his way out of the tense room. Severus rolled his eyes before exiting after the blonde.

'Take a seat, my boy.' Dumbledore said kindly when he was sure that Draco and Severus had made their way upstairs and out of earshot.

'What's Snape doing here?' Harry questioned the old man before he had sat down.

'I believe that Severus was concerned for Mr Malfoy's wellbeing after his sudden disappearance from the Ministry of Magic and merely came here to find peace of mind. You seem to have taken excellent care of the young man, Harry. It was very kind of you to take Draco in during his time of need.'

'I didn't take him in. He sort of … just arrived … and I couldn't get him to leave.' Harry answered, not looking at the Headmaster. Harry guessed that Dumbledore thought there was more to it but he brushed that aside and asked another question that was on his mind.

'Why are you here?' Finally turning towards the man, Harry saw him close his eyes for the briefest of moments, as if trying to compose himself before answering.

'Harry, my boy, I cannot understand what you may be feeling towards the Wizarding World currently but I hope that you can accept my apology. I was not there for you when you needed me and my neglect resulted in your imprisonment in Azkaban. Then, whilst you stayed in that wretched place, I did little to help you. I never visited you, nor did I try to discover what exactly had happened that day. For this, I am truly sorry.'

When the elderly wizard looked up at him, Harry noticed the tears that fell from the bright blue eyes. Turning his head away from Dumbledore, Harry put his head in his hands.

'Look, what's done is done … there's nothing we can do about it now.' Harry stammered, his head still supported by hands. After a moments silence, Harry spoke again, absentmindedly rubbing his prickling scar as he did so.

'That's not the only reason why you came here, is it?' It seemed stupid that the Headmaster would come to his house, with Snape, just to apologize.

'Quite right, my boy.' Dumbledore said with a small smile. He took a sip from his tea cup and placed it back onto its saucer, before dabbing at his mouth with a napkin. 'I believe I know a way to defeat the Dark Lord.

Of all the things Harry was expecting the elderly wizard to say, that had not been one of them.

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ebreda- Thank you for your review. I hope you liked this chapter. Imagine what would happen if he stayed at the Burrow! That would be so awkward I think i would wet myself laughing. :)

js1408- Thank you! Remus was a bit of a twat but I love him too much to be angry with him. He is so cute with Teddy! Aww. However, I also think that he should apologise to Harry. Poor Harrykins. :)

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Bob Hammilton- Yeah they are a bit stupid sometimes. I feel a little bad for Remus 'cause Harry is an annoying idiot at the moment, but never mind. I hope you liked this chapter!

Victoria of Memphis- Oh yeah! That man got a good whipping! Thanks for the review, I hope you still like the way I write Draco's personality. He's being a real bum. :) Please review!

Allen Pitt- Don't worry, Ron and Hermione will be in it soon. I just wanted to show how Harry was coping with out them. However, Ginny is finally here so I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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