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"....it's where your parents hid from the Dark Lord."

Harry felt his mouth open and the familiar name was given its place. Godricks Hollow, where he had lived with his parents; there, Harry assumed, was where he was happy until Voldemort came for them. Only at this place would the Order be able to be safe, the place where his parents had died. It rendered Harry utterly speechless. No one dared to speak, even Snape sat silent letting Harry process his thoughts uninterrupted. However, even if the entire room was talking, Harry would be in the same predicament that he was in now. No thoughts ran though his head, no feeling to get away, nothing. He was completely blank.

Everyone guessed that the shock of their previous experience combined with this new information was keeping Harry silent. They were wrong on so many levels. Harry stared into the office not looking at anything, yet looking at everything at the same time. Even the paintings on the wall weren't feigning their usual sleep, but intently watching Harry. He noticed them, yet it didn't register fully in Harrys mind, in fact nothing did. Harry didn't know what to think, if Snape had tried Occulamency on him right now it would have been perfectly blocked without Harry even thinking about it.

Alas, Harry had to be pulled out of his reverie of nothing and brought back into the world of thought. "Quickly, we must leave!" Dumbledore said in response to a loud ringing noise coming from one of his silver trinkets. He snatched an old feather off of Fawkes perch and quickly wrote something down on parchment, folding the letter and the feather together its disappeared. "We'll have to floo," Dumbledore came around his desk and placed both of his hands of Harrys shoulders, "this is for the best Harry, you'll see, we'll figure this out once we've reached a safe place." He gently pushed Harry towards the fireplace, "you go first Harry, quickly now, go!"

Numbly Harry stepped into the fireplace and floo powder was shoved into his hand, he threw it down and called out in a hollow voice, "Godricks Hollow."

Harry rolled out of the fireplace coughing on the floo powder, he stood up before the next person came out of the fire, albeit more gracefully than before, and was not-so-gently pushed forward and out of the way. The rest of the order came out in quick succession until finally Dumbledore appeared and sealed off the fire place. Percy was still floating next to a weary looking McGonagall, who suddenly started to waver and took a stumbling step back. Remus also noticed this and helped her into a near by chair.

"Just feeling a bit dizzy, thank you Remus." McGonagall waved her hand nonchalantly.

"You're barely out of St. Mungos Minerva–" Remus started but stopped at the sharp look McGonagall gave him.

"I'm fine!" McGonagall said stubbornly. Focusing her attention on something rather than Remus or herself, she gently put Percy onto the floor and looked to Dumbledore for further instruction.

The Headmaster gave her a look, then turned to the rest of the order, "once everyone arrives we'll be holding an emergency meeting as soon as possible. For those of us staying here for the time being we'll have to group up for sleeping arrangements. It will be a tight fit, but we'll manage all the same. Godricks Hollow holds only three houses in its facility, all of them about the same size as this house. " Dumbledore moved around the room towards a bookshelf. "This room is undetectable," he ran his fingers over one of the books. It shivered then dissolved leaving a door in its place, "its one of two rooms in the house that can't be detected. Although, the other is only known to the Potters."

Dumbledore opened the door and looked at Harry, "in right Harry, this house does belong to you, you'll be able to get into some rooms that others cannot and so forth, but I urge you not to go exploring alone." His eyes didn't twinkle and there was no sad smile upon his face, "we must meet the others." Everyone exited the room, Remus helping McGonagall and floating Percy behind them. Harry walked silently behind the others.

The corridor was short and they came out from behind a painting what seemed to be in the front hall. It wasn't large but it wasn't a small room either. There were four doors leading away from the room and only the one painting. Harry turned to look at the portrait, but its occupant was gone. The order members were solemn and followed the Headmaster out one of the doors. They came upon a porch that seemed to wrap around the whole house. And the house was fairly large from an outside point of view, but the inside had to be expanded magically. The wooden panels on the house had a grey paint that was chipping away from the weather. A row of five steps led up to the porch, and they sagged in the middle. Looking out from the house there was a gravel road that went around a small grassy knoll, though the grass was dead. Just past the knoll Harry could see some iron gates with at sign made out of metal that said, "Godricks Hollow". Unconsciously Harry rubbed his wrists where the iron from his prison chair had bit into him. To the left and the right two other houses stood in similar condition that his house was in. Worn by the weather and left unkempt.

Harry looked around at the front yard, and the people standing in it. They were so occupied with their own thoughts Harry could easily slip out of this place and still run away. That was what he was trying to do wasn't it? Run away. He was going to run away from all of his problems and thus create less of a problem for the people he cared about. This seemed like the opportune moment to escape, he could go silently around the back of the house and go from there. Not much of a plan but it could get better as he went. Harry took an innocent step towards the front of the porch and laid his hand on the railing. Once he got out of their sight, he would have to find some kind of town, find out exactly where he was and take it from there. Maybe he could get to Diagon Alley and get some of his money. The Ministry would be looking for him, Harry took another step, but at the moment he didn't look like the regular Harry Potter. He could pose as a muggle for a while, another step, a nice family might offer him assistance for a night or two, Harry took a couple more steps. Just once he left, no one else would be in danger–

"Harry." Dumbledore said sharply. Harry jerked and looked at Dumbledore. His eyes were fierce and sharp. Everyone else now focused their attention on him as well.

Harry was at the bottom of the steps, while the rest of the order stood out on the gravel. Harry locked eyes with the Headmaster, obviously his still had the spell put on him that could hear his thoughts if he was going to leave. Harry looked away and leaned against the post. Dumbledore subtly nodded at McGonagall who weakly walked over to Harry and sat on the steps. Feigning, or half pretending, to be too weak to stand any longer. Harry knew that she was there to keep an eye on him.

Gradually the order focused back onto the space ahead awaiting the arrival of their fellow members. Harry slowly stepped away from the porch acutely aware of McGonagall watchful eye upon him. He pretended to shuffle his feet and kick invisible rocks along the path. Stuffing his hands in his overly large pants pockets and looking around at the place where he once used to live. Harry sighed and leaned against the side of the porch, he was very close to the edge of the house and he knew that he could get around the edge. But McGonagall had the ever watchful eye on him and was ready at any moment.

Suddenly a 'pop' was heard near Dumbledore and one of the Order members had arrived. Harry used this split second to turn the corner and run. He heard McGonagall alert Dumbledore, but this made Harry run faster. There were some dead bushed to his left and house to his right. A couple yards ahead was the other end of the house and more bushes. He heard Tonks shouting at him, and Remus was close behind him. Harry didn't risk the chance of slowing to look back, a stunner went whizzing past him on his right. Knowing that they were trying to keep him away from the bushes Harry quickly dashed into them.

Conveniently enough the bushes were spaced apart so Harry could easily dodge around them. Remus and Tonks crashed into them behind them and sent stunners over his head. A clearing was just before him, then past that was the edge of the fence. If he could just get over the fence and keep going. Harry dodged left, then right, then out into the clearing, he ran at full speed. He was almost there the fence was but a meter away and his hands reached out to grip the iron poles on the fence, but he fell short. Someone shot a stunner at him, it hit Harry right on the shoulder and flew him across the clearing. Then everything went black.

"You hit him too strongly!" A foggy voice reprimanded from above Harrys head.

"It was that or let him escape!" Another shouted back.

"Even so–"

Harry opened his eyes but his glasses were so cracked from the Minister and being stunned that he could see out of them. He pushed himself into a sitting position and rubbed the back of his head. It was pounding again, and being practically blind with people shouting above him didn't help much either.

"He is awake..." Someone else said in awe. "But you hit him so hard, he should still be out. Look at Percy..."

Harry moved his head towards the voice, but stopped, it only increased the pain and made his blurry vison even worse. The voices were muddled above him, so rushed together that Harry couldn't decipher one from another. He slowly put his hands over his ears and pushed to ease the pain and block out the noise. It seemed to work for the latter, or everyone just stopped talking. There was a tap on his nose and Harry felt his glasses repair themselves. Another person put their hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner.

Harry shrugged the hand off but in doing so had to move his head. His face scrunched up, willing the pain away.

"Shouldn't we be putting restraints on the boy?" A sneering voice said from above him. Harry knew the voice instantly, Severus Snape, one couldn't mistake the baritone sound.

Harry pushed the heels of his hands on his forehead to rid himself of the pain, but nothing was working. "What have you done to me?" He said in a voice foreign to his ears. It was quite and pitiful, a voice that made you think of a weak child that was too timid speak above a whisper. Certainly not a voice Harry was used to.

The pain in Harrys head intensified, and he worried it would be another vison. Desperate to easy the pain Harry pushed harder on the sides of his head, and bent forward between his knees. The voices above him warped into one another until a sharp tap hit Harry in the back of his head. Instantly the pain was gone, unbelieving Harry opened his eyes and blinked a couple times. Slowly he sat up and looked around. Snape stood smartly behind him with his wand lightly tapping against his other folded arm. Harry then turned to McGonagall who sat beside him, her gaze was one of calculation and concern. Everyone else stood near to him, but Harry wouldn't meet their eyes.

Obviously he had been captured when he was so close to his goal, yet in retrospect his plan hadn't been very well thought out and now he, Harry, was the focus of the Order members yet again. "Feel better now Harry?" Remus said somewhere in front of him. Harry only nodded.

This whole fiasco hadn't gone the way Harry had planed, first he had gotten caught at the Dursleys, then he had been taken to the Black Manson, where he preceded to be captured by the Ministry, not only to escape from there and end up here. Godricks Hollow. It all didn't quite seem real to Harry. Maybe this was some kind of elaborate dream that didn't seem to end. Though it was due time, hopefully Harry looked down and gave himself a good pinch on his arm. Nothing. This was real. Damn.

Everyone was putting themselves in danger by even being in his presence, didn't they see that. Before they took Harry to Grimmuald place they had be secure there and could use it as an easy access place for the Order, but now it was ruined and the Ministry was probably monitoring the on-goings. What of just that one simple example didn't show them that Harry wasn't safe to be around. That wasn't going to happen here though, he would do all he could, if he couldn't escape, to make himself distanced from the others. Not even his friends could be let near him. Especially his friends. They were nothing to him, and he was nothing to them.

More 'pops' were heard near by and Harry looked up. McGonagalls hand came around his arms in a firm grip. "I'm not going anywhere Professor." Harry said dully.

"Of course you're not Potter." McGonagall replied in a patronizing tone.

The new arrivals were people that Harry didn't recognize but they spoke briefly with the Headmaster and came over to Harry. "Much gratitude, Mr. Potter, for getting us out of the Ministry."

Harry only nodded. This wasn't going to help his new plan if everyone was going to thank him for getting him out of that hell hole. That was how it went though for the better part of twenty minuets, until everyone had arrived with the exception of the Weasleys. Over that time McGonagall had sat dutifully next to Harry, her hold neither loosening nor stiffening. Harry hadn't spoken to anyone either, the others thought it was due to the fact that Harry had been though so much, but that wasn't the case. Finally the last 'pop' they had been wait for was heard and Mr. Weasley had shown up.

However, the strange thing was that he was holding onto another woman. When he stepped away Harry recognized the woman as Hermiones' mother. Mrs. Weasley wasn't far behind Arthur and she also held one of the Grangers. Fred and George came in by themselves, and Charlie came next with Ginny. Bill was the last and he was holding onto Ron and Hermione. Dumbledore made his way over towards the group after a small discussion with Mr. Weasley.

"Everyone here will be living at Godricks Hollow until we have settled this issue, for now our first objective will be to quickly tour the houses and get settled in. Everyone will be rooming with someone else, lets just hope there will be enough space for everyone." The Group parted for Dumbledore and followed him into the house. Harry helped McGonagall stand up, she held onto him as they walked into the house and led him to the front of the group. Thankfully the Weasleys didn't have time to approach him and were stuck in the back.

Once inside they walked to the nearest door on their right. "This door leads to the kitchen and dining room," the Headmaster pointed to the next one, "this goes down into the basement and the house elves quarters, the next leads upstairs, and" Dumbledore pointed to the last door on their left, "this leads to the library. Lets go upstairs." Dumbledore paused, "Actually, lets split up it will take much less time if we go in smaller groups. Remus, I believe you know the layout of these houses? Good, you take half and we'll meet back here when we're finished."

Remus moved towards the door, out of the corner of his eye he saw the Weasleys moved towards him. Subconsciously Harry moved closer to McGonagall and pointedly didn't look in their direction. Finally they left and his group was moving again.

Dumbledore pointed out different rooms and lounges, he didn't stop to explain any of the portraits that lined the walls, but one caught Harrys eye, it was of an old man sitting by a desk. His clothes were medieval and he had long grey hair. He was the only portrait that wasn't paying attention to the passing group, but when Harry stared at his portrait, it suddenly looked up. Their eyes locked for a few moments before Harry was led on. His attention was forced back to what Dumbledore was saying, so he didn't notice when the old man slipped out of his frame and into another.

Harry soon found out that this house was the main house that the Potters first owned, the others were for extended family or if the 'Potter heir' need a house with more space. Though despite the outside appearance this house in fact was quite large and held a number of rooms. Needing a house that was any bigger seemed strange to Harry. It wasn't until Harry went back outside, and into the house on his left that everything started to really hit him. These were the Potters family houses, his parents lived here, he had lived here, the rest of his FAMILY has lived here. And yet, he knew nothing of each of these houses, he didn't know their secrets or who lived in them before. The Portraits on the walls were of HIS family, but he didn't recognize their faces.

He started to tense up as they walked around the second house Dumbledores words seemed to become an undertone, and McGonagalls grip on his arm faded. They were on the second floor of the second house, and were standing on a balcony that over looked the downstairs entrance hall. Select words became apparent to Harry. "Newest addition" "James and Lily" "Room". Everything suddenly came crashing back to Harry as he looked into a barren room, with white sheets covering everything. This was his parents room... his parents room. Tears prickled behind his eyes, and Harry blinked rapidly. The next room they went to was... his. Harry entered the room in shock. McGonagall followed him in, and stood silently with him. Vaguely he noticed her wave the group on, but it didn't matter.

The room was painted a now faded light blue, it had a wooden floor covered in a layer of dust, like the rest of the house. A small bureau sat in the corner along with a rocking chair. This was his room, this was his room, this was his room. THIS WAS HIS ROOM! It shouted over and over in Harrys mind, until finally in a quiet voice he said it aloud, "this is my room."

McGonagall gently squeezed Harrys arm, "I'm sure you'll be aloud to stay in this room, Mr. Weasley would be glad to join–"

Harry shook his head, "No, by myself. This is my room." he said it again. "This is my room."

"Harry you're just going into a bit of shock, I know this is hard for you, along with everything else." McGonagall sighed, "I'll ask Albus if you can stay here alone."

"Thank you." Harry turned and looked at his Professor, she looked sad and weary, but her eyes were hard.

She pulled Harry from the room and quickly caught up with the rest of the group.

The rest of the tours went by and Harry payed attention to whatever was being said. He made a new rule for himself. Do not wallow in self pity. Learn everything you can about... everything. And of course, protect everyone else. Shouldn't be too hard right, he just needed to keep his wits and keep calm.

While they waited for the others to get back Harry listened as they spoke to each other and paired up for rooms. Harry mentally noted that Dumbledore and McGonagall quickly sent each other looks that clearly stated they would be 'roomies'. He also noted that not everyone was pairing up by gender, for instance, without the example of Dumbledore and McGonagall, Elphais Dodge and Emmeline Vance chose to room together, as did Tonks and Shacklebolt. Harry guessed that they were rooming together as professionals, he didn't care to think otherwise.

Remus led the other group in and waited for Dumbledore to speak. "Everyone should by now have an idea of whom they will be staying with and since we are slightly familiar with the layout all of you should promptly choose a room. The house elves will take note of what you need and discreetly gather the belongings that you need from your homes." Dumbledore glanced down at his watch, "You have a half an hour to prepare a list for the house elves and pick a room. Afterwards the rest of the Order shall be contacted and a meeting will convene shortly after." Dumbledore nodded to them in a signal of dismissal.

Finally, the inevitable happened. "Harry!" Harry turned to see Hermione coming towards him a smile firmly planted on her face. He had to admit that it was good to see his friend in such high sprits yet it was a reminder of what had to be done. Before he could stop her she had thrown her arms around Harry in a bone crushing hug.

"Oh Harry," she crooned in his ear, "I've been so worried about you. Mr. Weasley said–"

Harry cut her off, "Hermione, we can't be friends anymore." His voice was low but it was serious and forthright. She released him from the hug a disbelieving look on her face.

"What?"

"Tell Ron for me." Harry took a step back from her, but the move didn't show his discomfort to the rest of the group.

"Oi Harry! You're rooming with my right?" Ron chose that moment to yell out to him.

'No' was formed on his lips, but McGonagall who was still hovering close by interfered. "Mr. Potter shall be rooming alone." Her voice was no-nonsense and firm. Harry silently thanked her.

"But I thought..." Ron started.

"It seems that once again our dear Hero has been given special treatment." Snape sneered.

"It's for his own safety and the safety of others." McGonagall shot back looking Snape in the eye.

A low moaning was heard from behind one of the doors, Harry thought it was the library but wasn't certain. Dumbledore swiftly was upon the door the twinkle gone from his eye. " I almost forgotten."

He swept into the room and a couple moments later came out with one Percy Weasley on his arm. "I believe we have a few things to discuss Arthur, Molly, if you would be so kind."

Quickly everyone diverted their attention from Harry to Percy and the other Weasleys. Harry thought it was opportune to make a quiet exit and avoid the others. Knowing McGonagall was still near he whispered to her, "I'm going to...my room." She nodded signaling for him to go and he crept out.

Harry made it to the second house and up the stairs to his bedroom before he fell into an exhausted sleep.

A/N OMFG! I'm so sorry for the long wait and for the quality of this chapter! Not my best, I think personally. I have to thank you all for waiting and those of you who told me to hurry my ass up! Haha, hopefully you're not too disappointed with this chapter, it was more of a filler to the plot than anything else. Had to get some things taken care of ya know.

Well I'm leaving for Canada with my uncle for two weeks then going to a wedding after that so I wont be home until July 11. I promise to write while I'm away and get you a new chapter soon as I can! Review me with your votes, and with questions. Anything you really want to say helps!

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Oh and PS about the errors, I'm too tired to go through it now, but I will once I get back. I'll go through them all then just to get it done! Yay! Haha