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by deathbypoetry

just abusing this apps text to speech function to listen to fics that aren’t on this app. if anyone has some recommendations on where to find a good free text to speech function that works as well as this one please lmk! DISCLAIMER: i do not own harry potter or any of these stories. everyone is credited and plagiarism is not my intention. fics only up until i finish them x

2. catch me if u can

Catch Me If U Can

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Name: Catch Me If U Can

Author: epholge

Chapter 1 to 28

Chapter: 1

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter do you honestly think I Would Write my stories on

Authors Notes: My name is Trisha. I'm American. (ROCK ON!!) so don't be surprised if I use American money and stuff. This story will not all be like this. Trust me. Feel free to write any suggestions. I'll keep writing this story if I get at least 5 reviews on the first two chapters. (talk about high hopes huh?)

Chapter 1:

The war was over for most people. IT had ended for the better. Voldemort had been defeated, the Death Eaters had been inprizioned in Azkaban, and every witch and wizard was free to live their life.

'For those,' the hero of the war thought bitterly, 'who have a life.'

Of course, everyone was celebrating. No one really cared about him. They'd raise their goblets to the sky and chant his name, all the while never really truely appreciating the sacrifices he had made for them.

In truth, he was just a child. Eighteen at the next fortnight, actually. Smiling wryly and somewhat painfully, he remembered the last time that his birthday had rolled around.

Seventeen years old, and of legal age in the wizarding world. Fred and George Weasley had gone to all the extremes to make sure he was shown a good time. Of course, he seceretly knew that most of his friends that it would be his last. They were partially right. It wasn't his last birthday. However, it was the last one that he would spend with them.

"Now boarding flight 1772, service to New York City, New York."

The Boy-Who-Lived stepped onto the muggle jet liner never once looking back at the world that he was leaving behind.

-- --

"Would you like anything to drink, sir?"

Harry looked up in surprise. Being new to flying, he wasn't quite sure what to expect of the services that they offered.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked polietly.

"Would you like anything to drink?" The flight attendent asked him kindly.

"Oh, sure." He said uncertainly, then continued back to the safetly information booklet that had been placed in the pouch in front of him.

"And what would you like, Sir?"

"Pardon?" Harry muttered distractedly, memorizing were the exits were located on the plane.

A soft chuckle brought him out of his reverie.

"Would I be correct in assuming that this is your first time on an airplane?" She asked, not bothering to hide her amusement.

"You'd be correct ma'am."

"Ma'am? Trying to make me feel old are you?" She ventured, hand on her hip.

"Ol-? N-no-no-" Harry spluttered.

"Oh, I was just teasing you. So, what would you like to drink?"

"Er-"

"How about a nice Martini, it'll help relax your nerves."

"Yes, please." Harry told her quickly.

The woman walked away smiling, and muttering something about how adorable some men were now days.

-- --

Seven hours later, a more than slightly tipsy Harry Potter was being led into the bedroom of an upperclass, muggle highrise penthouse in Uptown Manhatten.

He felt himself being pushed backwards onto something soft.

"You need to sleep." The blonde flight attendent from the plane told him sternly.

"NO!" He told her, trying to get up.

"YES." She said forcefully. "I'll be right back."

"No, please, no! Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone anymore." The boy pleaded.

"Don't worry kid, I'll be right back."

Her heart broke as the boy grabbed onto her. From what he had told her, it sounded like he had had a pretty hard life.

She really hadn't meant to get him drunk. The boy was just so nervous. Every time there was a clinking sound he'd jump a little and look around like someone was trying to hurt him.

She sat down next to the bed and gently pushed the hair out of his face. The first thing that caught her eye was a peculiar shaped scar on his forhead. She instinctivly ran a finger across it, and was more than a little shocked when the boy screamed.

"No, don't hurt Ron and Hermione! No! Kill me, just don't hurt them!"

She got up and backed away from the bed. Something had happened to this kid, and it was obviously horrifying.

She walked over to the boys luggage and, a little hesitantly, searched for any address book or phone list. Finding none, she closed the boys luggage and walked back over to the bed. The boys breathing had slowed down in slightly parted lips and his eyes were closed. All in all, he look much better. She picked up a blanket from the desk chair and covered him. Smiling slightly as the boy snuggled close to her, she laid down next to him and kissed him on the nose.

"Goodnight, Harry Potter."Chapter: 2
Disclamer: If you think I own Harry Potter go see a phyciatrist. You need serious help.

'Clink Clink'

"What's that bloody noise?" Moaned Harry.

He heard a rush of footsteps moving toward him. There was a slight creek and a small line of light forced him to turn away.

"Ahh..." he whimpered, covering his face. He felt so sick.

The footsteps entered the room. Harry felt the bed he was lying on sink down a small amount.

"Hey kid. Good morning." Somebody said softly to him.

He looked up confusedly.

"Who are you?" He asked stupidly.

The woman had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"My name is Tiffany. Tiffany Cantwell. You can call me Tiff, though."

Harry squinted his eyes, and ran a hand across his unruly jet black hair. Suddenly, he straightened up and looked at her through peircing green spheres.

"You're that flight attendent." It was a statement, not a question.

"Good observation, Sherlock." She said, eyes dancing.

"Oh." Harry said, then realizing he should probably introduce himself, he started, "I'm H -"

"Harry Potter." She finished for him. "You told me last night on the plane."

"Oh." Harry repeated.

There was a moments silence, then.

"So," said Tiffany, "Do you have anywhere to stay."

"Yeah, yeah I do." He said pulling something out of his pocket. It was a peice of paper. "Do you happen to know where this is?"

"Oh yeah, actually I do. I can drive you there after breakfast if you'd like?" She inquired.

Harry gave a relieved sigh. "Thank you."

"Sure thing. So, how about some breakfast?"

He smiled.

"Thank You. I'm starved."

Albus Dumbledore was, to put it plainly, frantic.

Harry Potter was gone. He just disappeared, as if out of thin air. Most people suspected that their hero was kidnapped b an angry follower of Voldemort, whom Harry had killed, but the old mage new better.

Harry had fled. Seconds after the battle had ended, he suspected. After all the pain the boy had gone through, how could he not? He knew Harry, better than anyone, and one thing he was sure of was that the child was making a mistake. He needed to be with the ones who loved him. He needed to be with family. And as far as Albus was concerned, Harry was the grandson he had never had, and he wasn't going to give him up without a fight.

He stood up and walked to the fireplace.

"Persona Convo Entra" he muttered, then called, "Sirius Black."

The boy's godfather appeared in the fire, red eyed and looking extremely haggard.

"What is it, Albus?" He asked, hope suddenly filling his eyes, "Did- did you find Harry?"

"No, Sirius." He told him regretfully, "But we will."

"Albus, how can we? You know Harry. If he doesn't want to be found, he wont be."

"That's not exactly true. We just need to well, put ourselves in Harry's shoes."

Sirius looked confused.

"Put ourselves in Har-. What are you on about, Albus?"

"Well," said the Headmaster, "In the past, Harry has got to have left some kind of hint as to where he'd like to be, or something he'd like to do after the war. We ask the people closest to him to try and remember if he ever said anything to them that would give us any indication about where to find him."

"Albus, that's brilliant! But, I'm afraid the only thing i've ever head Harry say is that he wants to get married an have a family. You were there, remember?"

Albus smiled slightly.

"How could I forget?"

FLASHBACK

The Pheonix agents were laughing.

"Oh!" Harry Potter, the naraiter, laughed, a half empty bottle of The Three Broomsticks best Fire-Whisky in had. "You should have heard their latest one. 'Oh, Harry we would have invited you, but we know how you hate romance and all that mushy stuff. Come on, we know your not the 'Romantic Type.'"

The laughter grew.

"Guess they haven't seen you on weekends, eh lover boy?" accused Mundundus Fletcher.

Harry, who had taken a rather large swig of whisky, laughed out loud, shooting what he was drinking all over the floor.

"That's so not true!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, come on, Harry!" Remus Lupin chuckled.

"What?" The boy inquired, mustering up the most innocent look he could.

Most in the room rolled there eyes.

"No, no," said Albus, "Harry's right!"

"He is?" Sirius asked, looking shocked.

"He is?" Harry asked, mirroring Sirius' expression.

Albus laughed.

"Come now, Harry! Honestly it's- waite, forget it, Sirius is right."

"Hey!" Harry shouted indignantly while the others roared up again.

"Harry," Arabella Figg started once the laughter had died down a bit, "have you ever thought about settling down."

Harry looked thoughtful. Well, as thoughtful as a drunk person could.

"I do want to have a family. But," he shook his head, "forget I mentioned it."

"No!"

"Tell us, Harry!"

The group complained.

Harry sighed.

"It's just," the raven haired boy tried to explain, "It just seems like a lot of punishment for whomever I would marry."

When the others looked confused, he eliberated.

"Well, lets say that I do find someone to marry. First, how would I know if they even really liked me. Remember Cho in my 6th year? I don't want to go through that again. So, I guess it would have to be a muggle. And another problem, my kids would be terrorized no matter what. I wouldn't wish Rita Skeeter on anyone."

The others looked at Harry, dumbstruck. It was really quite obvious that he was right. How had they never thought of that before?

"Well," Harry said, breaking the silence that had devoured the room, "Right now I just want to focus on the task at hand--beating Voldemort. And Merlin knows I'm not going to do that without a goodnights sleep." Sirius snorted. "So, 'night everyone."

"To true, Harry." Mad Eye Moody chimed in. "I'd best be getting some rest myself."

"Goodnight."

END FLASHBACK

"Actually Sirius, there are a few more hints from that night."

"Like what?"

"Well, Harry said that he would be forced to marry a muggle, and he wouldn't be able to stay where his kids would be tortured by the press."

"And that means--" Sirius said, suddenly understanding.

"Harry is not in Europe."

"Where would he go, Albus?"

"I don't know Sirius," Dumbledore said, rubbing the temples of his eyes, "I don't know."Chapter: 3
Disclaimer: Refer to chapters one and two disclaimer. Basically blah blah blah, i don't own anything.

Authors Notes: Thanks to all of my fantastic reviewers. Woopdy doo, like 4, hahahaha. Okay, well, I'll have their names up next chapter at the bottom of this page. IMPORTANT: On the bottom of this page there is a sneak preview of what is to come in some of the upcoming chapters, but I will not tell you which ones. )

Alright, with much ado (About nothing really) we continue the story...

Chapter 3: Reasons To Run

"Ronald Weasley!"

Ron rounded the corner of the Burrow and looked into the fireplace only to find Sirius Black's head there, in the flames.

"Sirius, what is it?"

"I need your help. I need to know if Harry ever told you any place he'd like to see or visit."

"Why?" Ron asked, looking confused and, as whenever anyone mentioned his best friends name, completely depressed.

"It could help us find him."

"You - you think we may have a chance?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Yes, I think we may have a chance. And Professor Dumbledore thinks we may have a chance, but we have to hurry!"

"Alright!"

Ron racked his brain for even the slightest hint.

FLASHBACK

"Bloody cold out here." Grumbled Ron.

"I think it's lovely. Don't you agree, Harry?"

"No, Ron's right. It's as cold as--"

"Harry!" Hermione screeched while Ron laughed.

"As Head Boy, Harry, I thought you'd be a little better with the example that you set. You said that you'd be a great role model for the younger students!"

"I did not!" said Harry, looking highly affronted. "I never even wanted to be a prefect, let alone bloody Head Boy!"

Hermione 'Hmped' indignantly.

"It is bloody could out here, Hermione, no denying it. Merlin I'd love to live somewhere warm."

END FLASHBACK

"Thank you, Ron! That could really narrow things down."

"Anytime. If you hear anything - ?"

"Don't worry, you'll be called."

"Thank you."

-- --

"Really, Harry, The Plaza? This must have cost you a fortune! It's to much!"

"Nothing is to much for you." He stated, staring at the beautiful woman seated across from him.

She had dark brown hair that hung in loose ringlets around her perfectly oval face. Two periwinkle orbs gazed backed at him. A slight blush lit he ivory skin, and Harry found himself unable to look away.

"What?" She asked shyly, her focus on the ground.

"You're so beautiful."

At this, a blush crept onto his own cheeks, causing her to smile slightly.

"Rosalyn - I -" The raven haired boy was stuttering.

"Harry, what is it? Are you okay?" Rosalyn asked, concern showing in her eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He assured her. "I have something for you."

He pulled out a small box, and slid it across the table to her.

'To big to be a ring,' she noted with some disappointment.

She picked up the box and slowly opened it.

Harry watched her with anticipation. He had spent more than a little time on picking out what he thought would be a perfect present. After a few dozen of the finest jewelry stores in town, he finally came across something incredibly beautiful at Tiffany's that he hoped she would like.

She gasped.

"Oh Harry, it's beautiful!'

It was a diamond necklace set in white gold, with rubies imbedded between each link. It had set him out a pretty penny, but she was worth it.

'Well, lets get this over with.'

He got up and secured the jewelry in the perfect spot. He then took his place back at the chair across the table. Shyly, he whispered into her ear...

"I love you."

At first, Harry thought she might not have heard him. Then, slowly she looked up, tears showing in her eyes.

"I love you too, Harry."

Harry grinned.

She stood up and walked over to him.

"Get over here, Potter." She commanded, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

They became entangled in each others arms, swaying slowly to the music that was being played. In his mind, he was grateful for the dance lessons that Fleur had given him over the summer before his fifth year.

Harry tilted her chin up slightly.

"I'm never going to let you go."

She pulled his head to hers and planted a kiss square on his lips.

Neither of them noticed some one walking back to his hotel room to make a fire call.

-- --

"Are you positive?" Mundundus Fletcher pressed, trying not too get to excited.

"One hundred percent."

"Thank you. If this checks out you will be greatly rewarded. Can I get your name?"

"Greg Cantwell."

"Alright, thank you Mr. Cantwell."

He dissipated the fire call.

"Black! We have a lead."

For the first time in the four months that his godson had been missing, Sirius grinned.

"Where?"

"...New York City."

-- --

Greg Cantwell couldn't believe his luck. Article after article about the missing hero of the wizarding world and how he was impossible to find. All of the Aurors and the Phoenix Agents we frantically searching to no avail, and on a simple holiday to the states to visit his muggle family, the boy walked right into his hands.

He had to call his sister.

'To bad I'm the only one with magic in my family,' he thought as he dialed his phone, 'she won't be able to truely understand this.'

"Hello, Tiffany? You are never going to believe what happened tonight."

-- --

"You - you've found Harry Potter?" Tiffany Cantwell asked her brother, stunned.

"Yes! And the ministry is going to give me a giant reward as soon as they get him."

"Do you know when?" She asked, dreading the answer.

"From what I understand, very early in the morning."

"I - I have to go."

She hung up the phone quickly. So they had found him. She couldn't let them catch him. He told her what would happen if he had to go back.

FLASHBACK

"After I was sure he was dead, I just fled." He told her sadly.

"I don't blame you."

"I'm never going back to England."

"Never?"

"Never. Do you have any idea what would happen if I went back?" Seeing her shake her head, he continued. "I'd be hounded like crazy. I'd spend my life trying to get away from the press. I wouldn't have children because they would be tortured so much. Not to mention, every time I walked down the streets I would get those questioning stares as everyone around me whispered things like 'Did you see 'is scar?' or 'the poor boy, he has nothin' left.' I don't think I'd be able to handle it."

"I can't say I blame you for not wanting to go back. I wouldn't wish that kind of life upon anyone."

END FLASHBACK

"I have to tell Harry," she thought frantically.

She picked her phone and dialed Harry's portable number.

"Hello?" Answered a female voice.

"Rosalyn!"

"Tiffany! Thank you so much! I can't believe it! I just can't believe it!"

Tiffany became startled as her best friend began to cry.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing at all! Harry! He told me he loved me!"

"Rose - Rose that's great. But I need you to put Harry on the phone."

"Why?"

"Rose, if you love Harry, you will put - him - on - the - phone." She said, pronouncig each word carefully.

"He's in the shower!"

"Get him OUT!" She half yelled.

"Okay, okay. Hold on." She said. "Harry! Tiff's on the phone, she acts like it's an emergency."

A few seconds later, Harry's concerned voice came on the line.

"Tiffany, what's wrong?"

"Get out of New York." She told him urgently.

"Wha - ?"

"They know where you are."

The line was silent for a minute.

"Oh sweet Merlin." Harry gasped out in no more then a whisper.

"They'll be here in a few hours."

"We - me and Rose - we'll be gone. "

"Call me when you get - where ever you go."

"I love you, Tiff."

"I love you too, Harry."

Harry hung up the phone.

"Rosalyn," he said hurriedly, "Do you love me?"

"Yes." Rose said slowly.

Harry paused for a moment.

"We have to leave New York - right now."

Rosalyn looked into his peircing green eyes. Seeing nothing but honestly in them, she sighed.

"Alright. Let's go."

-- --

"Yes! We'll be right there!"

Ron couldn't believe it - they had found Harry! In the states no less!

"Hermione! Hermione!" He yelled, running up the stairs of his and his current girlfriends home.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She asked urgently.

Ron grinned.

"We're goin' to the states."

"What? Why - ?" Understanding suddenly filled her chocolete spheres.

"Harry..."

-- --

After a rushed trip to Harry's apartment, where Rosalyn had been living for the past three weeks, they rushed to the LaGuardia airport in a Taxi Cab Harry had summoned.

"So," Harry began, shaking slightly, "Where's the one place in the world you'd like to go?"

"Anywhere?"

She grinned as he nodded.

Leaning over, she whispered something in his ear.

"Maui?" He asked her, surprised. "As in the Hawaiian Islands?"

She nodded.

Now it was his turn to grin.

"In the mood for some fun in the sun, huh?" He inquired, pulling her closer to him.

"Actually," she smiled devilishly, "I just wanted to look at you in a swimsuit."

"Is that so?" He raised is eyebrows.

"Mmm Hmm." She said, laying her head against his chest . "Do you blame me?"

"I'm not to sure what you mean exactly."

"Well then, let me explain it to you. Day after day, for two hours straight, I have to watch you in your tight shirts and boxers working out. If you had to suffer like that you'd be dying to see the whole picture without the fabric covering it also."

She took satisfaction at the fiery red blush that graced his face.

"That," she started, "and it looks like you really need to relax. I heard that Hawaii is the best place on earth to relax. And I'd do anything to help with that."

"I'll hold you to that."

The cab came to a halt.

"Thank you." Harry muttered, paying the driver.

"Right."

Twenty five minutes later, at 3:45 A.M., the pair was sitting Business Class taxing out of the gate.

-- --

3:47 A.M.

"Welcome to New York City." The lady who had greeted the plane told them.

"Alright, what was that place called again?"

"The Trump Towers, Apartment Eleven."

"Not very discreet of him. Stupid prat." Hermione muttered.

Albus smiled. No matter how hard those two tried, they couldn't be mad at Harry.

"The bloody git is going to pay." He heard Ron promise.

Shaking with silent laughter, he made his way to the muggle taxi.

-- --

AND NOW...THE WONDERFUL SNEAK PREVIEW!

Sirius Black laughed.

"Game over, Harry."

Seven men ran to the front of the building, where Harry was surrounded.

"You called Mr. Potter?"

"Yes," he told them smirking, "These five were caught on the security tapes trying to rob the casino."

"We'll deal with this right away, sir!"

"You - you bloody bast - " Hermione fumed.

"You had better strip this one down," Harry cut her off, "she might be packing chips."

Harry winked at her as he turned toward Sirius, who was being handcuffed.

"You're wrong, Sir Padfoot."

Sirius looked confused.

"The game has just begun."

...

Now where'd that come from? Hmm?

Alright, because my reviewers are so great, I'll give you one more sneak preview.

Here we go...

"Albus, we have a bit of an - er - how shall I put this? - an early birthday present for you."

"Mundundus, my birthday isn't for five more months!"

"Trust me Dumbledore," Mad Eye grinned, "you want to see this."

The Headmaster looked at the two Aurors curiously.

"Alright come with us, then."

Later in the chapter...

"Get off me! Get off! Let me go!"

Albus Dumbledore gasped. That couldn't be what, or rather who, he thought it was. Could it?

"Is that - ?"

Fletcher motioned to the door. Albus all but ran inside it.

"NO! Stop! I don't want to be here! Let me go NOW!"

Albus gasped. There, lying handcuffed to a rather large and comfortable looking bed, was Harry Potter, struggling against the bonds that held him.

"After all that I've done for all of you! How can you do this to me?" The boy was whimpering.

'What an accent!' Albus thought.

He took a moment to look over the boy whom he had been praying for.

His shiny, thick, black hair was slightly covereing his face, but ALbus could make out brilliant green eyes shining behind the tendrils. His bare chest was covered in a sleek layer of sheer muscle. All in all, the man could have made a nice living out of a modeling career.

The old mage grinned.

"So good to see you, Harry. You're looking well."

Well that's it! I'll update in about a week or less.Chapter: 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Blah blah blah, so forth, yeah yeah, you get the point. I own nothing but my name and the plot of this story.

Authors Notes: Sorry about not posting my reviewers on the last couple of chapters. All of them will be posted on the bottom of this page. Also, if you want to recieve an email as to when I update, just tell me in your review. For your information, I love reviews, flames or no flames. Just review so I know that your reading. Okay, okay! Also, if you are confused by anything, just tell me and I will clarify it for you. Thank you! Until next time, epholge.

And now, on with the story.

CHAPTER 4: Vegas?

"On my count." Sirius Black told the group of people standing around him. "One...Two...Three!"

They burst through the door of the apartment, wands out, only to find it abandoned.

Remus Lupin looked around, confused.

"It's empty." He stated simply.

The rest of the group began walking around, searching for any evidence of Harry.

Albus Dumbledore ventured into the large and luxurious bedroom that belonged to the boy. He was turning to leave when something caught his eye.

On the small dresser next to the bed, there was a note. As he got closer, he saw something else there as well. A muggle photograph.

He picked them up and smiled.

The picture was of Harry and a beautiful young woman, obviously oblivious to the fact that the photo had been taken. The boy was sitting lazily against a large rock, smiling at the woman scrunched up in a ball in the crook of his arms. She had her eyes closed and a small smile on her face as well.

With a slight grin, he turned to the note.

Professor,

I'm happy now. Can't you see? Please, let me be.

-HP

"I'm sorry, Harry." He said with a sigh. " I can't do that."

Pocketing the photo, he went back out to the main room where the others were gathered.

"He was here. Somebody must have tipped him off."

"How do you know, Albus?" Sirius Black asked.

Dumbledore handed him the note.

He read it and looked up with a confused face.

"'Can't you see?' What does he mean by that?"

"He gave me this with the note."

Handing the boys godfather the picture, and seeing his eyes well up with tears as he saw it, he knew that his speculation was right. Harry needed them, and they needed him, and he wouldn't stop searching. Ever.

-- --

The sun blazed down on the beachside Condo.

"Lucky we were able to find this place on such short notice." Rosalyn speculated.

"Yeah," Harry muttered, "Yeah it is."

"Well, lets go explore the house. Since we will probably be staying here for a while." Rose sighed.

There was an awkward pause.

"Actually, how about we go for a dip in the ocean?"

"You're on."

"Alright, I just have to call Tiffany first."

"Harry." She groaned.

"She's probably worried sick. I promised."

"Fine." She said, put out. And Harry didn't understand why.

He sighed.

"What is it?" He asked gently, putting an arm on her shoulder.

She shrugged it off, but didn't say anything.

"Rosey," he put his arms around her, "you know there's nothing between me and Tiff, right?"

She looked down at her feet.

Harry gave a lopsided, closed lipped, smile. He nuzzled his nose against her cheek.

"You're the only one for me." He whispered.

He could see tears welling in her eyes.

"Rosalyn," he whispered pulling her into a soft kiss, which she returned, "why don't you call Tiffany?"

She nodded as he wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I'll be right back."

She returned a couple of minutes later.

"Let's take a nap." She suggested, leaning against his chest.

"Great idea."

They fell asleep on the sofa, wrapped in each others arms.

-- --

One Month Later

"Hermione, I wanted to waite until Harry was here to do this. But after that escapade in the states, I got to doing some thinking. Harry's fallen in love without waiting for us to be around, so, we can fall in love without him around. And, I do love you."

"I love you too, Ron." She said hesitantly, dreading where this could be going.

"Hermione, will you - "

"Ron, don't! I - I mean, lets waite, for Harry. I can't imagine doing this without him here to see."

"Hermione! It's been a month since we had our one and only hit!"

"Ron, I'm sorry, really I am. Please, lets just waite?"

"Fine." He stormed off, then added to no one in particular. "That's it, Harry. You're coming home. Now."

-- --

"I'm not sure I understand what you're saying, Harry." Rose giggled.

"Well, why - why don't we - er - get married?"

They sat in silence for a few moments, then she grinned.

"You know, I can actually here that British accent when you get nervous. "

Harry blushed and looked at his feet.

"Lets do it."

Harry looked up and grinned.

"But -" She said, motioning to her finger.

He winked at her.

"Let's go shoppin'."

-- --

Another 3 weeks and four days later

Harry sat down at the desk of his office. He knew this was a mistake, that it would probably get him caught, but he couldn't help it.

Picking up the quill sitting in front of him, he dipped it in ink, and pressed it to the parchment. He chided himself and he enjoyed hearing the scratching sound it made again.

Professor Dumbledore,

First, I'd like to say that I'm sorry about the chase in New York. But I hope you found the picture, it will make it a lot easier for me to explain.

That woman in the photograph, her name is Rosalyn Andrews, and I'm in love with her.

I guess I'd better just get to the point instead of beating around the bush.

Well, I guess the only way to say this is, I'm married.

Next week will be our one month anniversary.

The ceremony was nice. Nothing to fancy, but romantic as anything. We had it on the beach at sunrise. It was amazing. And as much as I hate to admit it, I found myself wishing for you and the others to be there.

I have enclosed some pictures of the wedding for you and the others. Also, there is a muggle video tape of the actual ceremony.

Don't expect anymore letters.

-HP

-- --

Ron was getting very annoyed. He had searched everywhere that had seemed logical.

Florida, New York, California, and countless other places.

Then, out of nowhere, Harry had writen to Dumbledore saying he had gotten married.

And in this letter, there had been pictures. Pictures of the beach. And then it had hit him. The Hawaiian Islands.

They had swarmed there, but all they had found was a book called 'Beating the Odds'.

What good was that? Unless Harry had gotten addicted to something('probably drugs,' Sirius had said bitterly)and was trying to quit, Ron didn't have the slighest idea.

-- --

Hermione Granger and Arabella Figg were analizing this book that Harry had left. There had to be some kind of clue.

"I don't know, Herm." Arabella sighed. "It's obvious this book means something, or else he wouldn't have left it for us to find. He didn't send those pictures for no reason. He wanted us to know where he was. But why? Harry isn't stupid. He had to have betted that we would find him."

Wheels started turning in Hermione's head.

"Bet?" Hermione muttered, suddenly understanding. "You're rght! He sent us those pictures on purpose. And the book, 'Beating the Odds'! Of couse! Why didn't I see it!"

"See what?" Bell asked, thuroughly confused.

Hermione grinned.

"Betting and beating the odds. Now what would that be?"

"What? You mean gambling?"

"Exactly. And where is the best place to gamble?"

Both were grinning now.

"Las Vegas."

-- --

"Congrats, Mr. Potter. You are the official manager of the Mirage Casino."

Harry grinned.

This was going to be fun.

-- --

TBC...

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And now, on with the story...

The Game Begins:

"Las Vegas?" McGonagall asked incrediously.

"Yes, Professor. Las Vegas."

"You have got to be kidding me!" Sirius Black stated in shock.

"Why, Sirius? Why do we have to be kidding you?"

"Well, Harry wouldn't have a gambling problem! He's too smart!"

Remus Lupin chuckled appreciativly.

"Padfoot, old friend. They're not saying that Harry has a gambling problem, they are saying is that Harry decided to move to Nevada. With his new wife none the less."

"Yeah," Sirius added with a sigh, "who would of thought, my own godson getting married before me and his 'uncle mooey!'. That's just a shock."

Hermione shook her head, a small smile tugging on her lips.

"So," Albus smiled, "when are you leaving?"

"We? What do you mean when are we leaving?" Arabella asked, alarmed.

"I have missed many a day searching for Harry. I'm afraid i'll have to save my yelling until you get back with him." He added with a sigh.

The rest grinned.

"You would never yell at him."

"Oh you bet I would." He stated seriously. "Leaving is one thing. But getting married without me there? That's quite another."

"It's funny, really," Hermione told them, "back in fifth year, Harry swore up and down that he'd never get married, much less fall in love. Remember, Ron?"

"That's right I do. What did he say, 'The day I fall in love is the day you will see the premiere performance of Demons On Ice."

The people in the room laughed.

"I don't get it." Piped up Sirius.

"It's a muggle phrase. Basically he said that he would get married when Hell froze over."

"Haha, thats not all he said. Remember?"

"Of course!" Dean laughed, "I remember him once saying that we would see a giant bolt of lightning strike him!" The room laughed, "Oh, not just once though, twice!"

"Well, let's get going. The sooner I see ol' Romeo, the better."

Ron and Hermione looked confused.

"Romeo?" Ron mouthed at her as Dumbledore said, "Why is that, Remus?"

The werewolf grinned.

"Remember that little pact I made with him? Well, lets just say that he lost. Big time."

"What pact?" Seamus inquired, curiously.

"That is for the pheonix agents to know, and you to wonder about." Dumbledore smiled.

"Well, lets go to Vegas!"

-- --

"So, Rose, I have the whole night off. What do you want to do?"

Rosalyn grinned.

Harry lifted his eyebrows at her suggestivly.

"My choice, huh?"

He nodded in conformation getting up and sitting next to her.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

He grinned at her and nodded.

She grinned back.

"BATTLESHIP!"

-- --

Two hours later, the pheonix agents arrived at the London Airport, preparing to board flight 1733, service to Atlanta, Georgia. Then from there, they would fly to the Salt Lake City Airport in Utah, then rent a muggle car, (luckily Hermione knew how to drive one) and venture all the way down to Las Vegas.

"I don't see why we can't apparate!" Ron complained for the fifth time in an hour.

"Because, Ron. It is practically impossible to apparate across seas. The only wizard ever capable of it was -"

"Harry. Yes I know. The bloody brilliant, Harry. The same Harry who can lead us on wild goose chases around the world and still never be caught."

"Oh, but he will be." Snape piped up.

"How can you be sure?"

"Kind of a nasty shock for him it'll be when he see's us in Vegas. I don't think he realized we would figure it out so quickly."

-- --

"You sunk my bloody battleship! I'm gonna kill you!"

"Did you just say bloody?" She asked incrediously.

"NO!" Harry muttered, red in the cheeks.

"Yes you did!" She laughed. "You said, and I quote, 'You sunk my bloody battleship!'"

"That's it. You - are - dead!"

He pounced on her and tickled her mercilessly.

"No, Harry stop! Ha! Stop Harry!" She managed to gasp out.

When he finally let go of her, she looked at him thoughtfully.

"Don't you think we should get packing? According to your calculations, your 'friends' should be here in a few hours. "

"Oh, you're right!"

"I still can't believe all this! You, a wizard! It should be ridiculous, but, I'll have to admit. It is a little, enticing."

"Is that so?"

"Mmm Hmm."

"Well, I suppose we could put off packing for," he consulted his watch, " fifteen minutes."

"What could we do in fifteen minutes, twice?"

The both grinned at each other.

"BATTLESHIP!"

They resumed there game for another twenty minutes.

"I win!" Harry shouted triumphantly.

"Only because you cheated!"

"I did not!" Harry gave a mock innocent look.

"Sure, Potter, Sure. "

"Well, I guess we had better get going."

"Yeah, my flight leaves in little less than an hour." She told him.

"We'll get you there on time."

"I can't stand the thought of staying without you for one night, Potter. I mean, who am I suppose to snuggle up to?"

"The Bell Boy." He stated seriously, which earned him a smack in the face with a large pillow. "Oww!" He said, pretending to be hurt.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow then anyways. This had better work out, Potter. Because if I get a phone call from Tiffany saying that they found you -"

"Then you can go pick all the wonderfull dollar bills off the tree's that have been sprouting them."

"Alright." She laughed quietly.

"Let's carry on, then?"

"Wow, Harry. Two English saying in one night. Are you sure we're going to Oklahoma." She sighed as she said the name.

"Yes. But think about it. It'll be fun. We can be country folk." He smiled, putting on a horrible country accent.

"Alright. But next time, we're going someplace exotic. Like Texas!"

Harry snorted.

"Wow, how exotic."

-- --

"I don't get why Americans do this for fun. What do they call it, Road trip?"

"Yes, that is what they call it. But, we're not ready yet. We haven't picked up our snacks yet." Cho Chang said.

"Snacks?" The men looked at each other. "We get snacks?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Yes, you get snacks. Now shut up. You're annoying me."

"How much longer until we get there?" Sirius complained.

"Well, we've been on the road for, what two hours?" Seeing the others nod, she continued. "Then about four more to go."

"Are you kidding!"

"No."

Remus sighed.

"We're gonna need a lot of snacks."

"I have to go to the bathroom."

-- --

"Flight 307, Service to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, now boarding at gate three."

"Well," Rose said sadly. "I guess that's me."

"I guess so."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning, at -?"

"9:30. Ten O'clock at the latest."

"I guess this is goodbye."

"I guess so. Don't forget to call Tiffany."

"I wont."

"See you soon." Harry told her, and planted a small kiss on her lips before heading out of the airport.

"Now," he told himself, "onto work."

Grinning, he thouht of his plan.

It was a set up, and Harry knew they would fall for it.

If they were going to keep chasing him, why not make it interesting.

"Let the games begin."
TBC...

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Game Over? and There's No Place Like Home

"We're here, boys!" Cho and Hermione sang joyfully together.

It was quite a pitty actually. The men in the car had fallen asleep around two hours ago, and to the girls, it felt like heaven.

" 'Uh?" Ron asked thickly, removing Sirius' left forearm from his forehead.

Cho rolled her eyes.

"We said that we are here, finally."

"You mean we did it?" Sirius asked incrediously.

"Did what?" inquired Remus, who had just awoken.

"We made it through the road trip!"

The boys looked at each other for a minute, then spontaniously began clapping and cheering.

"We made it!"

"Wahoo!"

"Yes!"

Hermione sighed.

"Let's go get Harry."

The rest agreed whole heartedly.

"And then we can rip him into shreds."

They group agreed even more.

-- --

"Good morning, Mr. Potter."

"Good morning, Thomas."

Harry entered the casino at 4:35 a.m.

'I hate the morning shift.'

"There's coffee on your desk, sir."

"Thank you. Thomas, before you leave, could you do me a favor?"

"Yes, sir. Anything you need..."

Harry grinned.

Pulling an envelope, he instructed the man, whom he figured must be at least ten years older than him;

"Take this to Mr. Schelling."

-- --

Rosalyn smiled slightly, looking at the house that Harry had purchased for the two of them.

It was rather large, but not as to attract to much attention. It was made of a deep cherry wood that was polished to a shine. There were two white shutters on each of the windows of the two story house. The door was also white, and had a glass center. There was a big yard, full of green grass, and, she noticed in the back of the house, there was a feild which would be used for farming. A white picked fence surrounded the whole of it.

She rolled her eyes at the prospect of Harry farming. For some reason he just didn't seem like the 'house boy' type. Rose didn't know much of anything about his childhood. For some reason he didn't like to talk about it. But she was almost positive that he came from one of those rich families with their castles on the big hills, like the ones that she had read about in the story books. After all, he was prince charming. She just wished that one day she could convince him to take her there.

"Home sweet home."

-- --

Albus Dumbledore was making the 'welcome back' announcement to the students returning to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays, when an owl swept into the room.

"Hedwig." Albus greeted her.

He untied the package that had been fastened to her leg, and looked up at the students.

"Eat!"

He rushed out of the Great Hall and to the Gargoyle in front of his office.

"Acid Pops."

After placing himself behind his desk, Albus opened the package.

A muggle video tape. 'The Wizard Of Oz."

Enclosed, there was a note.

'Watch, and Learn. -The Potters."

The Headmaster grinned. He always loved it when he could learn something new.

-- --

"First, how do we find out which casino Harry is working at?"

Remus looked at the former head girl seriously.

"We already know."

"How?"

Sirius looked grim.

"A memory."

FLASHBACK

The agents were getting worried. Harry had just gone out for a routine, fifteen-minute patrol. Three hours ago.

"Where do you think he is? Do you think he is alright?" Sirius was frantic.

"If I know Harry, he's fine."

"But what if he's not. He could be hurt, or maybe -"

He was cut off by the tent bursting open.

Harry Potter, bloody and pale, stumbled in.

He fell into Remus' arms and began to mutter. It was, for the most part, incoherrent. However, they were able to make a few things out.

"...Saw...bodies...had to...help...fake...trick...D eath Eaters...mirage...made mirage...need...water..."

END FLASHBACK

"And no one ever thought to tell us this?" Hermione and Ron were fuming.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about the War. There are a lot of things the we don't know about the War. Harry asked us to keep them to ourselves. Take it up with him."

"Believe me, we will."

"Let's go. Time to get Harry."

-- --

'7:30,' Harry thought as he saw the five figures approaching, 'a little sooner than expected, but it will still work.'

-- --

Mr. Schelling had just recieved a very disturbing letter from his righthand man.

Five perpetrators were planning on robbing the casino. According to the letter, they had done it before, and were caught on tape.

The phone on his desk rang.

"There here."

He grinned.

"Let's get 'em."

-- -- -

Harry began walking around the casino, trying to look busy. He felt a pang of something in his heart. Homesickness?

'No!' Harry thought to himself sternly. 'You do not miss any of them. You just want to see if they look well before you have them arrested.'

There they were, five of them. Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Remus, and -

'Cho?,' Harry thought sadly, thinking of the first girl he had ever kissed.

-- --

They began looking around once they entered the Casino. After only a minute of searching, Hermione saw him, starring of into space by a slot machine. All of a sudden, he caught her eye. He looked surprised for only a moment, then, to her shock, he grinned.

She saw him turn the corner.

"There he goes! Split up! Ron, Sirius - Take the front. Remus, Cho - come with me to the back."

-- --

'Woops! Stayed there a bit too long, didn't I?' Harry thought as he sprinted down the Hall as quickly as he could.

"Get back here, Harry!"

He looked back for a moment.

'Ron's gotten pretty fast.'

He raced out the Front Door of the Casino and jumped the railing of the stairs only to see -

-- --

"Gotcha." Hermione grinned.

Harry looked around, he was surrounded by them.

'Okay,' Harry thought, trying not to panic, 'wasn't exactly suppose to go like this! What am I going to do?'

He heard footsteps, and breathed a sigh of relief, which was taken wrong by the others.

"Scared, Harry?" Ron grinned.

Harry had the grace not to roll his eyes.

Sirius Black laughed.

"Game over, Harry."

Seven men ran to the front of the building, where Harry was surrounded.

"You called Mr. Potter?"

"Yes," he told them smirking at the others, "These five were caught on the security tapes trying to rob the casino."

"We'll deal with this right away, sir!"

"You - you bloody bast - " Hermione fumed.

"You had better strip this one down," Harry cut her off, "she might be packing chips."

Harry winked at her as he turned toward Sirius, who was being handcuffed.

"You're wrong, Sir Padfoot."

Sirius looked confused.

"The game has just begun."

-- --

After leaving the casino, Harry made is way to the airport.

Pulling in Cell Phone out of a leather bag, he dialed familiar numbers.

"Hello?"

"Tiffany?"

"Harry?! Rose is frantic, I have her on the other line! You were suppose to be there ages ago!"

"I know, I - er - got the time difference wrong." He said, embarassed.

"Hold on, let me tell her."

"Alright."

There was a click and a small pause, then Tiffany's voice was back on the line.

"Harry?"

"I'm here."

"Where are you right now?"

"At the airport, my flight leaves in fourty-five minutes."

"Good. You know, it's funny." Tiffany sounded amused.

"What's funny?" Harry inquired.

"Well, Rose said that, from the looks of it, your planning on farming!"

Harry heard laughter on the line.

"What's so funny about that?" He asked, indignantly.

"You? Farm? Harry, I know you're stong and all, but really, your not the, and I quote your wife on this one, 'House Boy Type'!"

"Shows what you know!" He told her. "I'll have you know that until I went to Hogwarts, I was like a slave. I did everything. You are speaking with a chef, a chimney sweep, a weed puller, and, as much as I hate to admit it, a maid!"

"Are you kidding?"

"No. Sadly, I'm not." He told her, sounding depressed.

"I'm so sorry."

"Well, I need to board."

"Alright," she told him hesitantly, "call me when you get there."

"I will." He promised.

-- --

Albus Dumbledore watched the muggle movie. It was quite amusing actually. But he wondered why Harry had sent it to him. What was he suppose to learn? That muggles procieved some witches to be good and others to be bad? That to answer your questions, you had to go to a man named Oz? Or maybe that if you get swept away in a Tornado, your house just might fall on some one?

Sighing, he removed the video from the recorder and started when he realized he hadn't noticed something. A picture of his childhood home.

Now he was even more confused. And Albus didn't like it when he was confused. He would have to figure this one out.

-- --

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On we go...

Flying Pigs!

Albus looked at the scene before him.

Five adults, locked in a prision cell.

Two of them, Pheonix Agents, the other three, friends of the captor.

Attempting not to smile, he asked, "So, how did this happen?"

The same answer from each. "Harry."

-- --

Harry stepped off of the airplane, and glanced around excitedly.

As much as he hated to admit it, he loved all of the moving around. Seeing new places was fascinating. He was glad that Rosalyn went along with this style of life, otherwise we would have had to leave her.

He dialed a number on his cell phone for the first time.

"Hello?" Came an anticipating voice.

"Hey, hun." Harry said softly.

"Harry! Where are you?"

"At the airport, coming home."

It was an odd phrase, to Harry anyway. He never had really had a home outside of Hogwarts.

"When will you be here?" Rose inquired.

"A little less than an hour." He told her.

"Did - did everything go well?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Harry grinned.

"It went perfect. Right now, I expect them to be sitting in a jail cell in the middle of Nevada."

"Harry!" Rose screeched, half way between amused and horrified.

He laughed out loud.

"You should have seen there faces! It was a classic!" He told her, getting into the cab.

"I actually wish I could have." She replied, grinning.

"Rosalyn," Harry started seriously, "I think I may be having a bad influence on you."

"You know," She said, still smiling, "I think you just might be."

"So, how do you like the house?" He asked hopefully.

"It's great. But, are you planning on farming."

"Yes. Contrary to yours and Tiffany's belief, I was not a spoiled rich child when I grew up."

"Really?" She said, sounding surprised. "I always thought you came from an upperclass family."

"Well," he explained, "my aunt and uncle were rich, but they hated me. Still do, actually."

"How could anybody hate you?" She asked, abeit a slight shock.

"You have no idea how many enemies I have had Rose. Someday, I'll tell you. But not today."

The cab came to a halt. Harry paid the driver and removed his luggage from the seat next to him.

"Rose?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"I'm home."

-- --

"The Wizard of Oz?" Hermione asked, examining the case of the video.

"Yes. And look what was on the video."

Albus handed her the picture.

"Huh." She said, passing it to Ron, who proceeded to pass it around the table.

"What is this place?" Dean asked curiously.

"That," the headmaster told them, "was my childhood home."

"Why would he sent this to you, Albus?" Charlie Weasley asked.

"More importantly," Remus chimed up, "where did he get it?"

"I have no answer to either of your questions. Why don't we watch the video again, see if you pick up on anything that I didn't?"

The rest agreed.

-- --

Harry was quite proud of himself, thank you very much. He had just made bacon. Not like he had made it at the Dursley's house. No, he had made from scratch. He hadn't run to the market and gotten him a big package, he had made it himself. However, right now, his oh so loving wife didn't believe him.

"I can to make bacon!" Harry Potter told her indignantly.

She spit out her orange juice with a snort.

"Yeah right, Potter! The day you make bacon is the day that pigs fly!"

He sat for a moment, not knowing what to say to this. Then, smiling slightly, Harry picked up the 'home made' bacon and tossed it across the room. He proceeded to fold his arms across his chest and looked at her expectantly.

She tried, and failed miserably, to supress a chuckle.

"Alright," She said with a role of her eyes. "You win."

-- --

"That was an -er- intersting movie. Do you reckon Harry is trying to make up for a lost childhood?" Sirius asked.

"That," the Headmaster looked thoughtful, "could be an option. But for some reason, I just don't think so."

There was a tapping on the window.

"Hedwig!" Sirius all but yelled, running over to let her in.

The owl fluttered over to Dumbledore's desk and dropped a package. Hermione hurried over to it. When she untied it, she found two letters; One labeled to Professor Dumbledore, and one to Remus. With the letter to the werewolf, there was a small figurine, a statue of a mother wolf with two children. Romulous and Remus.

The confused ex-professor looked at the statue curiously. He opened the note, looking for some kind of explanation. It read:

I thought you might want this back. -Romeo

"What does it say, Remus?"

"It says, 'I thought you might want this back.' How - ?" The werewolf shook his head, confused.

"Is that - ?" Sirius asked, eyes wide.

"I think it is." Lupin whispered.

"What?" Ron asked, voicing the others questions.

"It- it's the statue that my foster mom gave me when I moved in with her. A 'Welcome Home' present is what she called it." He told them, still in shock.

"Why would Harry send you that?" Hermione asked.

"I have no idea."

"Albus, what does your letter say?" Sirius asked.

The Headmaster sighed.

"Expect more letters. -HP."

While the others began to chat amongest themselves, Albus Dumbledore went to his quarters. Glancing at the photograph that had been sent to him, he sighed.

"Oh Harry, what are you up to?"

-- --

Harry delicatly wrapped the last present for his friends. He hoped by now they had figured out where he was, but we wasn't to sure. He'd have to find out.

"Here Hedwig, take this to Hogwarts."

The Potters had been living in Oklahoma for three months now, since February. It was May 5th and the sun was getting hot. He wanted to relocate, and so did Rose. Harry knew that she would love to go to England, but he couldn't take her there. They would be caught for sure. He would have to find some other place.

'Where would Rose like to go?' Harry thought, as he had been for the past ten minutes. The phone ringing brought him out of his reverie.

"Hello?"

"Harry. They figured it out."

"Thank you, Tiff. We'll be gone by morning."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, Texas could be nice. That's really the only place I can think of."

"That could be fun. But, you know, they are probably going to start catching on and just check every state they can. You really should leave America for a while."

Something clicked in Harry's mind.

"That's it! Thank you Tiffany, I'll call you in a few days. Love you."

"Love you too, Harry. Be carefull."

Harry grinned.

"Rose!" He called, running down the stairs.

"Yes?" Rosalyn came out of the bedroom.

"Feel like a trip to England?" He inquired.

Her chin dropped.

"Are you kidding?" She asked, not daring to believe her ears.

"Not at all. Listen." He said, sitting down on the couch. "Tiffany just called. She said that they finally figured out where we are. So, when they come, I 'accidentally' leave some easy clue to find out where we are. We'll just pick a random place and send them there. I'll set everything up so that, under a little bit of a disguise, we can go to Europe, and then get out of there before they come back."

She grabbed him and pulled him into a tight kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So," She grinned, "where should we send your friends?"

He shrugged.

"I hear Mexico is nice this time of the year."

She nodded.

"Mexico it is, then."

-- --

"I can't believe we didn't figure this out sooner." Hermione exclaimed. "It was so obvious."

"We know now, though. So let's get going!"

"Hey!" Dean pointed to the window. "It's Hedwig."

Albus opened the glass and let the bird fly in. After relieving the bird of its burden, he said:

"It's for Ron and Hermione."

The two rushed forward to see what they had recieved. After seeing everybody else get something, they were slightly curious.

Both smiled slightly as they pulled out a scapbook filled with pictures of the three of them at Hermione's house, the Burrow, and Hogwarts.

"There's an inscription." Ron said suddenly.

And so there was.

"What does it say?" Albus inquired.

There was a slight pause. Then, tears filling her eyes, Hermione stated, "There's no place like home."

-- --

"Alright," Harry stated, "This is Little Whinging, Surrey. Where I grew up."

She smiled at him.

They had been in England for three days now, and were driving through the town where Harry grew up before they made their way to the airport.

"Can we go to your house?" She asked hopefully.

Harry lookd at her uncertainly.

"Rose, I'm really not wanted there. And it probably wouldn't be smart either. I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she said sighing, "doesn't matter."

Harry looked at her sad face and almost instantly became disgusted with himself. All she wanted to do was to see what Harry's house was like, and he wouldn't let her.

"I - I guess we could make a little stop there."

"YES!" She all but screamed.

It was worth it, Harry decided, to see her happy.

They pulled onto Privet Drive and Harry counted the houses.

"eight...six...here we are. Number Four, Privet Drive."

"It's nice." She assured him, but he hadn't heard. He was too busy staring at the place he had spent so many miserable years, and during the lowest point of the war, prayed to be back to.

"Can we, can we go in?" She whispered.

There was a moments pause.

"You know what? That sounds like a good idea."

Taking her hand, he walked up the driveway to the wooden front door and knocked on it slightly. After a moment, it opened. And there, standing in front of him, was a blonde woman with a sour expression on her face.

"Hello Aunt Petunia." He said quietly.

Her chin dropped. She hadn't seen her nephew in almost four years. He had changed, of that she was certain. But then again, so had she. Time changes everyone.

She noticed that he was holding the hand of a young woman.

"Potter." She said, trying to sound like her old self. "Never expected to see you around here again."

"To be honest, neither did I."

Rose coughed, bringing the two out of their trance.

"I'm Rosalyn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Petunia Devanmire."

Harry looked up in shock.

"W-what? What happened to Uncle Vernon?"

She glanced at him for a moment.

"We divorced over two years ago."

Harry looked shocked.

"Well," Petunia said, "would you like to come in?"

She watched as her nephew stood there, looking like some sort of miracle had happened. Although, if the tables were turned, she would have looking at herself in the exact same way.

"We'd love too." Rose answered.

Mrs. Devanmire led the two of them into the house, and Harry could see that it had greatly changed.

There was no Uncle Vernon screaming at him, no Dudley and his gang trying to break his glasses, and he noticed with a start, there was a picture of him on the wall.

Seeing his stare, his aunt told him, "Your headmaster sent that to me after your graduation. He said that he knew there would be families who wouldn't understand a moving photograph, so they had photographers take still ones as well."

"And - and you actually put it up." He stated, frozen on the spot.

"After you were taken out of here, your uncle and I, we got pregnant. About three weeks after we found out, a man came from your world and told us that the baby had magical powers. After that, Vernon couldn't even stand to look at me. And all of a sudden, I felt exactly like I knew you had felt when we looked at you. Like I was some sort of freak. I felt terrible. I finally realized what a great person we could have missed out on, and how awful we had treated you, and I put in for a divorce."

"Where - where's the baby?" Rose asked.

"I lost her in my sixth month."

"I'm so sorry." Harry told her truthfully.

"Don't be. I married Mike a year and a half ago, and now we have a little baby girl."

Harry looked shocked.

"I have a cousin?"

She nodded at him. "Yes. We tried to contact you. But we just got the letter back."

"I've been oversea's."

She looked interested.

"Doing what?"

Harry turned to Rose and smiled.

"A bit of everything. The biggest being that I got married."

She gasped.

"You two are married?" They nodded. "How long?"

"Around six and a half months now." Rose told her, all the while smiling at Harry.

"That's great. I'm very happy for you."

"As we are for you. But I'm afraid we have a plane to catch." He told her, and he found himself surprised when he realized he wanted to stay.

"Will you come visit us?" She asked. "I'm sure your cousin would love to see you."

"And I'd love to see her. What's her name?"

She smiled at him.

"Harriet."

He smiled back, trying to stop the tears from filling his eyes.

"We'll visit again. I promise."

And with that, he walked out the door of number Four Privet drive.

"Come on, Rose. Let's -"

He stopped midsentence.

"Harry. So nice to see you."

Harry stood frozen on the porch, hand tightly gripping his wifes.

"Come now, Harry. Is that anyway to greet your godfather? Give me a hug!"

The boy regained his senses when two arms wrapped around him.

Smirking at him, Sirius said "Fancy a trip to Hogwarts?"

"Don't hurt Rose." He pleaded. "Please, just let her go."

"Harry," Mundundus Fletcher laughed, "she's coming with us."

"Yes, Harry," Hermione piped up, "why don't we show her the place you called home for seven years. And will be calling home from now on."

He didn't know what to say.

Ron raised his wand.

"Stupefy."

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 8

--Back at Hogwarts--

"What did you do to him?" Yelled Rosalyn, who was in hysterics.

"Relax - It was just a simple stunning spell. We'll wake him up when we're back at Hogwarts."

"W - where?"

Ron looked at her curiously.

"Hogwarts. Harry told you about Hogwarts, didn't he?"

She shook her head.

"Is it some kind of torture building?" Her lip was quivering.

Sirius almost laughed out loud.

"Far from. Hogwarts is where Harry went to school. We all did. Come on, now," He stated, gently grabbing her hand, "let's go."

She quickly pulled away from his grasp.

"Harry told you not to hurt me. Why would he do that if you were someone to trust?" Rosalyn demanded.

"You see - It's really a long story. Get in the car, I'll tell you on the way."

Reluctantly, she agreed.

They got into the muggle automobile and began to drive.

"So, are you going to explain why Harry thought you would hurt me?"

Remus looked at his best friend.

"Well," he started, looking uncomfortable, "to get information out of you. But, don't worry," he added quickly, seeing her nervousness, "we would never hurt someone that Harry loves."

She smiled slightly, brushing a stray hair out of her husband's eyes.

"So how do you all know Harry?" She knew she souldn't be making small talk with the people that Harry had been running from, but they seemed, well, friendly.

It was Hermione who answered her question.

"Ron and I," she said, pointing to the Red head seated across from her, "we're Harry's best friends -"

Ron cut her off.

"Are his best friends."

"Yes, we are his best friends. Sirius is his godfather, Mundundus and Mad Eye over there was a Pheonix Agent with Harry during the war, and Remus is, well, how would you put it?"

"Like a second godfather." Sirius told her, and Remus smiled at him.

"So," Rose shook her head confusedly, "why would Harry want to run from you?"

"That's what we're trying to find out."

There was an awkward silence. Then, Rosalyn asked a question she had been craving to know, but Harry had never told her.

"How did he get that scar on his forehead?"

They looked at her, stunned.

"Harry never told you." Sirius stated, head in his hands. The rest were doing something along those lines also.

"N - no. He'd always change the subject, but I really want to know. Please tell me." She pleaded.

"I don't think we're the best ones to give you the story. And, seeing as Harry doesn't want to, we'll have to have the next best person tell you."

"Who?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

"That name sounds familar. I know I've heard it somewhere."

"Really?" Remus looked interested.

"Yes, I think Harry - Oh! I remember! On our second date he told me that I had the same eyes as him."

Sirius smiled.

"Yes, you do."

"I have to ask," Hermione began, "what has Harry been doing all these months."

Rose smiled. She liked this girl especially.

"A bit of everything."

"Like what?"

"Well," she racked her brain, "when I met him, he was working as a personal trainer at a gym. He got paid really well, you know, working with all the movie stars. You know, he was actually dating woman who won the Miss United States pagent when I met him."

"Really?" Ron asked, looking surprised. "Harry never went for that type in school."

"Well, he only dated her for about a week anyway." She told him.

"Is that when you stole him away." Remus smiled at her.

"No, actually. He started dating some model."

The bitter way she said it made the others laugh.

"Waite!" She said, embarassed, "it's not like I'm jealous. It's just that she was so stupid! The only English word she knew was beautiful!. My friend Tiffany Cantwell - the one who introduced me to Harry - she took me to this party that Harry had gotten us tickets for. He had broughten her. Everytime she'd take a bite of the food she'd say 'beautiful'!"

"So that's how he knew!" Hermione stated proudly.

"Knew what?" Sirius asked.

"In New York, remember. The man who gave us the tip, Greg Cantwell, he must of called his sister, and she told Harry!"

"And we've been stupid enough to call him everytime we get a hint."

Rose tried to contain her laughter.

"I'm assuming we're correct?" Sirius inquired, eyes twinkling.

She nodded.

"How did Harry meet her?" Moody asked. Much to the groups surprise, the girl started laughing.

"She got him drunk on the airplane!"

"No way!" Ron said excitedly.

She nodded enthusiastically.

"So," Hermione said, shaking her head, a small smile on her face, "what else has Harry done."

"Hmm, he was a manager at a casino," she grinned, "he sang at a club from time to time, also. He did farming, and he tried a bid of acting. Oh yeah, he did a couple of photo shoots for a magazine once."

"Like modeling?"

"Yes."

"How did that happen?" Wheeled Remus. "Harry never liked people looking at his body."

"Oh, I know, he's so shy sometimes. It was funny really, we were on the beach attemping to surf. Attemping is the key word there..."

Sirius grinned. He could see why Harry had fallen in love with her.

"Harry had just gotten thrown under by this fifteen foot wave." She laughed at the memory. "And when he came out from the water, I was making fun of him, and he grinned at me and started - " she blushed, "er - nevermind. Anyways, this guy came up to us and said he was from some magazine, I don't even remember which one, and asked if Harry had ever thought about modeling. Harry, of course, said no, and his cheeks got all pink. It was really cute. And so I," she smirked devilishly, "being the rude person that I am, cut him off and told him that Harry wanted to model all of his life, except he was to shy to ask, or give any details about what he wanted to do. He asked why he didn't want them to know what he'd like to model for, and so I told them that Harry was embarassed becaused he liked to do, well, kinky sorts of things. "

"Are you kidding?" Hermione asked incrediously.

She just laughed in response.

"Not at all!"

"And he ended up doing it?"

"He had to! I signed the contract. I was his wife, you know. I had the right."

"So what did he end up doing to the pictures?" Ron grinned.

"It was an add for boxers. He was handcuffed down to this huge bed with these black silk sheets. They but him in this dark green underware, that really made his eyes stand out, and they had around seven girls, I think, in these tight police outfits laying all around him. And in the add it said 'Get caught in CK.' I have never laughed so hard in my life."

The rest of the ride went by without any incident.

-- --

When they reached Hogwarts, Rosalyn was in awe.

"It's beautiful."

The rest smiled at each other.

"Isn't it?"

"Well," Remus said wisely, "the students should be in bed by now, so let's get him inside before any of the Daily Prophet gets hold of this."

"The what?" Rose asked curiously.

"The Daily Prophet. It's a newspaper."

"Why would they be interested in something like this?"

"Er-" Sirius started uncomfortably, "that's part of the story that Dumbledore is going to tell you."

"Oh, I see."

"Alright, let's go."

They levitated Harry through the Halls of Hogwarts.

"Watch the stairs," Hermione warned Rosalyn, "they like to change."

And sure enough, when they got on, the staircase changed directions.

"Amazing." she whispered.

"Let's take him to the ministers guest bedroom." Remus suggested.

"That sounds good."

When they reached the top of the staircase, Hermione turned to Rose.

"You come with us." She said, pointing to herself and Ron. "You need to get some sleep."

"No! I mean, I want to go with Harry."

"Don't worry, after we're finished talking with Harry, we'll bring him to you."

She nodded, a bit reluctantly, though.

Sirius noticed this and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'd never hurt my godson."

"Alright. Let's go."

And she was steered off to a different wing than Harry.

"Where are we going?"

"To the staff quarters. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher just quite a week ago. You'll be staying in his room, until we find a more permanent place."

"Why do me and Harry have to stay here."

"You wont, forever. Just for about a month until we can get you a house in Hogsmeade. You know, the village next to us."

She nodded.

"Why won't you let Harry live where he wants."

"Well," Ron explained, "he could, really. It's just that Hermione and I live down in Hogsmeade, also. And, we were kind of hoping that Harry would take up the DADA teaching position."

-- --

"I'll go get Albus." Mundundus volunteered.

"It's going to be quite a shock for him when he see's Harry, after we firecalled him from Harry's old house."

"Yes. Luckily that girl called to check their reservation, otherwise we would have probably been down in Mexico right now."

After Mundundus left, Remus and Sirius gently placed Harry down on the large bed.

"I'll go get some bonds to keep him in place." The werewolf told him, heading for the Pheonix supply room.

Sirius looked at his godson. Not being able to help himself, he climbed onto the bed next to him and pulled him into his arms, kind of like you would a sick child.

"I missed you, Harry."

Remus came back a few moments later with a few pair of muggle handcuffs.

"This would be a lot easier if Harry hadn't learned how to fight the Body Bind curses."

He nodded to his friend in agreement.

After the boy was secured onto the bed, the two looked at each other.

"Do you want to wake him?" Sirius asked desperatly.

"Er - Maybe we should check to see if he has his wand on him."

"Right."

"Yes. Here it is. Good thing he was so startled when he saw us. He could have apparated himself and Rosalyn out of there."

"Yeah." Sirius stated, placing the wand on the dresser.

"Alright. One, two, three."

The boys eyes opened slowly.

"Where am I?" He said to no one in particular.

"Home." Sirius smiled, gently pushing the hair out of his face.

Harry gasped.

"Let me go."

"No."

"Sirius, please!"

"No." He said forcefully. "This is where you belong."

"Where's Rose?" He asked frantically, searching around. "Where is she?"

"She's fine, Harry." Remus said, sitting down on the bed.

"Let me go! Please!"

Sirius sighed. This was going to be a long night.

-- --

The headmaster of Hogwarts school Of Witchcraft and Wizardry was depressed. They hadn't gotten Harry.

He was currently sitting at the dest of his plush office, looking at a picture of himself and the boy at graduation. He smiled as the picture of Harry shyly put his arms around the picture of himself and gave him a hug. The grin spread more so when the boy blushed as Albus returned the hug and gently ruffled the boys unruly hair.

A knock on the door brought him out of his reverie.

"Come in."

"Albus, we have a bit of an - er - how shall I put this? - an early birthday present for you."

"Mundundus, my birthday isn't for five more months!"

"Trust me Dumbledore," Mad Eye grinned, "you want to see this."

The Headmaster looked at the two Aurors curiously.

"Alright come with us, then."

They lead him down corridor after corridor, and he was beginning to wonder if this was some kind of a joke.

Then he heard it.

"Get these off me! Get them off! Let me go!"

Albus Dumbledore gasped. That couldn't be what, or rather who, he thought it was. Could it?

"Is that - ?"

Fletcher motioned to the door. Albus all but ran inside it.

"NO! Stop! I don't want to be here! Let me go NOW!"

Albus gasped. There, lying handcuffed to a rather large and comfortable looking bed, was Harry Potter, struggling against the bonds that held him.

"After all that I've done for all of you! How can you do this to me?" The boy was whimpering.

'What an accent!' Albus thought.

He took a moment to look over the boy whom he had been praying for.

His shiny, thick, black hair was slightly covereing his face, but ALbus could make out brilliant green eyes shining behind the tendrils. His bare chest was covered in a sleek layer of sheer muscle. All in all, the man could have made a nice living out of a modeling career.

The old mage grinned.

"So good to see you, Harry. You're looking well."

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ALRIGHT, THAT'S EVERYTHING!Chapter: 9
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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 9:
Rosalyn looked around into the room she had been escorted to. It was fairly simple, with scarlet walls and wood floors. The bed was a large four-poster, and looked very inviting. The rooms decor was filled with gold and silver items, and a large picture of a lion with the words 'Gryffindor' written over it.

"Harry will be most comfortable in this room. And, I'm guessing that you'll be most comfortable with him?" Hermione inquired.

She blushed and nodded.

"When will he be here?"

"In a couple of hours, maybe less." Ron told her. "Don't worry, we'll make sure he wakes you to tell you that he is alright."

"Are you sure he's going to be able to find this place?" She asked worriedly, and to her surprise, the two started laughing.

"Harry knows this castle better than anyone, even the headmaster himself. Don't worry, he'll be able to find it."'

"Alright."

"I suggest," Hermione stated gently, "that you get some rest. It's been quite a hectic day."

Again, she nodded.

"I'll see you in the morning, then?"

"Of course." Ron said. "Harry and yourself are welcome in the Great Hall for brunch after the students have gone to classes."

"Thank you." Rose told them sincerely.

"Anytime. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

-- --

At once, Harry's struggling stopped.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry whispered.

The old wizard swept across the room and took Sirius' seat. Placing a gentle hand on the boys face, he smiled.

"You're home now."

Harry was shocked to see tears well in the eyes on someone who had once been so strong.

"Back at Hogwarts, you mean."

Albus sighed.

"Why did you run, Harry?" He asked softly.

"Why did you chase me?" Harry countered.

The others in the room looked confused, so he elaborated.

"That's not like you. You'd normally just let me go. You'd want me to do what I wanted."

"Normally, yes. And I know, I've acted somewhat overboard - "

"Somewhat?!" Harry cut him off. "You have my own godfather pull his wand on me and my wife!"

Albus looked shocked. He turned to the others.

"You pulled your wands on him?" He asked incrediously.

Remus and Sirius looked uncomfortable.

"We didn't want him to get away again."

"That's no reason to threaten us like you did!" Harry yelled.

"Harry, I'm very sorry. They were never suppose to threaten you. Or your wife. Speaking of which, where is Mrs. Potter?"

Harry gasped. He hadn't even realized she was gone.

"Ron and Hermione took her to Diggle's old quarters."

"Ah."

"Diggle? He became a professor? How?" Harry asked, stunned.

The old mage shook his head, laughter in his eyes.

"I was desperate, Harry. As I am now."

"Why'd he leave?" Harry asked.

Remus and Sirius snorted.

"Couldn't take a joke." Harry heard his godfather mutter.

"Oh no, what did you do?"

"Harmless pranks, Harry!" Remus defended himself and his friend.

"I, Remus," The headmaster grinned at the pair, "would hardly call giving the students a tour of his personal office 'harmless.'"

"Is that why?" Sirius asked, truly surprised. "I thought it was because we - ouch! Remus! - oh, never mind, then."

A silence fell over the room, and Harry was more than a little aware of every pair or eyes on him. He looked at the ceiling, avoiding their questioning gazes.

"You never answered my question." He told Dumbledore. "Why'd you chase me."

"Quite plainly, Harry, because I love you."

The boy's breathing staggered.

"You - you love me?" He asked.

"Yes. And I should have told you before you left. You're like the grandson that I never had, and I wasn't about to let you go without a fight."

Harry looked at him, tears filling his eyes.

"I love you, too."

"Take the handcuffs off of him."

"WHAT?"

"Take them off." He said sternly. "He's not a criminal, and we wont treat him like one."

Reluctantly, Remus removed the bonds.

Harry sat up, massaging his wrists.

"Thanks." He muttered, then turned to Dumbledore. "I missed you - all of you - while I was gone." He said, shyly.

"We missed you too. However, we need to know - why did you leave?"

Tears filled Harry's eyes.

"I couldn't handle it." He whispered. "All the fame, all the praise. I don't deserve it, any of it. I needed to be away from the wizarding world. I needed - Hey!" He suddenly realized something. "Where's my shirt?!"

"Oh!" Sirius blushed. "We had to find your wand. Here you go." He said, handing the article of clothing back to its rightful owner.

"You needed - ?" Moody prompted.

Harry sighed.

"Space. Peace and Quiet. A new life." He finished.

There was a moments pause, then.

"When do I get to leave?"

"What?" Sirius inquired, shaking out of a trance he had gone into.

"When do I get to leave?"

"Er - about that, Harry. I was wondering if you might stay for a while. We're needing a Defense teacher for the rest of the term."

Harry started to shake his head, but suddenly stopped.

"This term?"

Albus nodded.

"And then, if you wished to continue, I'd be more than happy to let you."

Harry stared at every one of them.

"No obligations?"

"No." Remus answered.

Harry studied them all once again, and sighed in defeat.

"Alright, I'll do it. Just one term, though." He added, seeing their gleeful faces. "Then I'm gone."

"No more games?" Albus wheeled.

"No more games. I'm here now." He turned to Albus. "Home."

He smiled down on him.

"I do believe, Harry, " Sirius started, "that there is a beautiful woman waiting for you in the staff quarters."

"You know the way, I presume?" Remus looked exasperated, yet at the same time, pleased.

"Yes," Harry smiled, "I know the way."

"May I ask how?" A stern Albus asked as Harry stood to leave.

"No, you may not."

"Oh, and Harry?" The raven haired boy glanced back from the doorway, "you have lessons first thing Monday morning, I suggest you get planning."

-- --

Harry was making his way back to the staff quarters when some one spoke.

"Well, well. Finally decided to show your face, did you?"

He didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"Snape. How good to see you." He said sarcastically.

"Mr. Potter, I may not be able to take points off Gryffindor anymore, however I suggest you show some respect for a professor you little brat."

"I suggest, professor," he said with exaggerated kindness, "that you take your own advice."

And with that he walked away, leaving a very angry Severus in the hall.

Making his way up a stairwell, he jumped the trick step and began to keep walking when -

"Ouch!" He heard, then a gasp.

"You're stepping on me!"

"You're going to get us caught!"

Harry grinned. He remembered doing this so well.

"He's right you know." He told them, coming around the corner. "You're going to get caught if you're not quiet."

The three students stopped dead in their tracks. Harry took a moment to look them over.

Two boys, one with sandy blonde hair and one with fiery red hair, and one girl, a shy looking toe head with chocolate brown eyes.

"Um, sir, we we're just - "

"Er -"

The three looked at each other, and Harry couldn't help but smile.

"First years are you? Or maybe second?"

"First, sir. How did you know?"

"You get better at the excuses after a while. Trust me, I made plenty."

They gave him nervous smiles.

"So, what are your names?" He asked kindly.

The young girl stood forward and extended her hand.

"Mandy Diggle."

Harry grasped her hand and shook it.

"It's nice to meet you, Mandy. And you two?"

"Jamie Patil. Pleasure to meet you." The red head said.

"Pleasure's all mine. Any relation to Pavarti?"

The boy nodded furiously.

"My older sister. How do you know her?"

"Oh, we went to school together. Actually took her to a couple of dances." He grinned at the stunned boy and turned to the last child. Recognition hit him with a flash.

"I'm - "

"Davey Wood. I played quidditch with your brother here at Hogwarts, the best captain I ever had."

"Even besides Harry Potter?" The boy asked, stunned.

He grinned at them.

"Oh yes, millions."

"But Gryffindor never lost a game when he was captain. They took the cup every year."

Harry bent down so he was level with them. The girl gasped, looking at his uncovered forehead.

"You - you're - !"

"Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you."

They stood in absolute silence, and Harry had to laugh.

"You three had better get to bed." He told them. "I was the greasy haired git - " they grinned "down the hall and he was in a bad mood. Just found out who's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, I suppose. He never was able to stand him."

"Er - sir, that's the problem. We're kind of - " She broke off, looking embarrassed.

"Lost?" He laughed. "Don't worry. Happened to me many times. Which house are you in?"

"Gryffindor." The stated proudly.

He winked at them

"Good show."

They blushed.

"Just go up those stairs over there and turn left."

"Thank you, sir."

Harry groaned.

"No more of this 'Sir' thing, alright. Call me Harry. At least until Monday."

They looked confused.

"Why until Monday?" Again, It was the girl to speak, and Harry immediately took a liking to her.

"Can you keep a secret?"

They all nodded anxiously.

"After that, you'll be calling me Professor."

And he walked away, leaving three Gryffindor's gawking after him.

-- --

He entered the bedroom of the Defense teacher and smiled slightly when he was Rosalyn staring intently at the picture of the Gryffindor Lion.

"Amazing!" She was whispering.

"Isn't it?"

"Harry!" She screeched, rushing over and throwing her arms around him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Hun. But I need to talk to you."

"Alright." She said, as he pulled her over to the bed.

"What would you think about staying here for a while, in the castle?"

"You took the job didn't you?" She grinned.

"How did you - ?"

"'Mione told me."

" 'Mione?" Harry repeated. "Since when did you two get on such close terms."

"Well, you had been gone for a while and I was really nervous, so she stayed with me and talked about everything. Harry I'm so sorry about what happened to you."

"She told you - ?"

Rose nodded sadly.

"Oh." He whispered softly.

She grabbed him and pulled him into a tight kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

They fell back onto the bed, kissing. Then all of a sudden, she broke the moment and grinned.

"You never told me you were famous."

Harry groaned.

"Here we go."

"No wonder," she teased, "you fit in so well with all of those models and actors."

"Rose." He warned.

"Come here, Harry." She said, and they became wrapped in each other once more.

"Goodnight, Rose."

"Goodnight, Professor."

"Shut up."

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 10

-PROFESSOR POTTER- Written by Epholge

"Harry..."

He groaned.

"Harry..."

"Go away." He muttered quietly, but rather forcefully.

'Aha! Peace and quiet. I guess who it was finally got the -'

"AHHH!"

Harry Potter shot up, freezing cold and drenched in water. He took a moment to calm himself, and then looked up quickly to see who his attacker was. However, the man was already turned around, running out of the door. Harry caught of glimpse of red.

"WEASLEY!" He screamed, getting out of bed and rushing down the hall.

He heard laughter in the distance.

"Bloody -!" The red head screamed, but his words were cut short by him turning the corner, Harry closely following.

"You are soo dead!" The raven haired boy yelled.

Three people were on the upper staircase, watching this take place.

"He's bloody fast. I think Ron is a dead man." Fred Weasley speculated.

Hermione jumped to the defense of her boyfriend.

"No way. Ron has been back at this castle at least once a week. He's got the advantage."

"I'm sorry, dear Hermione, but I think my handsome brother has it right. Our dear younger brother is a dead man." George Weasley stated sadly.

"No he's not - "

"Ahh! Potter!"

The twins grinned at each other.

"Poor Ickle Ronnikins!" They chorused together.

"Harry stop!"

"You - woke - me - up." Potter said dangerously.

"Wow, he's gotten kind of grumpy, hasn't he?" Hermione speculated.

"No, he's just tired." Fred defended.

"You, Weasley, are going to die. Now."

"Harry - " But his pleas were cut short by Harry's shouting.

"Aqua Lumniocia!

Water surrounded the terrified red head, circling like a tornado. Harry lifted his arms to cast the charm that would make it engulf his best friend when -

"Harry Potter - Don't you dare hurt him!"

The spectators heads snapped to the left side of Harry, where Rosalyn Potter was standing.

"Rose," Harry said, cheeks going red, "I'm just going to get him a little wet."

"Harry." She warned, shaking her head.

Her husband began to whine.

"Please, Rosie! Look what he did to me! He - " But Harry cut himself off, realizing something for the first time. His cheeks became even more read, and the Weasley twins decided it was the perfect time to interfere.

"Forget to get dressed, Harry?" George asked with a sinister grin on his face.

"Or are silk boxers the new fashion?" Fred chimed up.

"Put the wand down, Potter." Commanded a voice.

"Or we may have to hurt you." Came another.

"Sirius! Remus! He woke me up!"

His godfather grinned.

"Drop it. Now."

Harry smirked back.

"No."

He began walking backwards.

The werewolf and the ex-convict looked at each other, and at the red head on the ground.

"Run!"

But the warning was to late.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The convict soared into the air with as much grace as an overly grown elephant.

Harry stuck out is hand and called upon his wand less magic.

"Bubblious!" He shouted, pointing at the three Weasley's, two of whom were now trapped trying to help their brother.

They were placed in large bubbles, which floated toward the ceiling.

"Now," Harry began, "which one of you came up with the plan to wake me up. Choose your words carefully."

"He did." They all said, pointing to Sirius.

He floated everyone back down from the godfather.

"Ron, I'll deal with you later. Now, sweet godfather of mine, what do you prefer; being turned into a woman for six hours, or singing every time anyone says 'Snape'?"

"Harry, no."

"Rosalyn!"

"Put him down." She ordered. "Or you'll have to answer to me."

The boy reluctantly floated the terrified adult back to the ground.

"You're lucky Rose was here. But she won't always be, and when she's not - " He broke off grinning. "Rest assured. Who, Sirius, is the only person who has been able to out marauder a Marauder?"

"You." Sirius said, walking away slowly.

"That's right. A Marauders son. Now go, before I change my mind about turning my godfather into my godmother."

Sirius ran, dragging his best friend along with him.

Harry smirked devilishly as they left. Rosalyn rolled her eyes.

"Was that really necessary?"

"No," Harry replied, grinning, "but it was fun."

She smacked him playfully on the arm.

"I'm hungry."

"Well then, shall we go down to the Great Hall for breakfast?"

"Yes, my proper English boy, we shall."

Harry pretended to scowl, but after a moment it turned into a smile.

"I'm starved. Let's go."

"Er - Hunny?"

"Yes, Rose?"

"Don't you want to get dressed first?"

A sheepish grin spread across his face.

"Yeah, that might be smart. Let's go back to the room - hey, wait a minute! Where were you this morning when I woke up?"

"Oh, 'Mione was showing me around the castle."

"Ah." Harry nodded.

"It was so funny when she came in. She said, 'Ohh! I'd forgotten how cute he is when he sleeps!' Haha, it was really amusing."

"Well," Harry said trying not to blush, "let's go get ready."

Twenty minutes later the pair was sitting in the Great Hall enjoying some eggs and pumpkin juice.

"It's been so long since I've tasted this food." Greedily eating everything in site.

"I don't see how you can eat like that," Ron motioned to his plate, "and look like that."

He sighed sadly.

"Some people just get all the luck."

"And some," Rose explained, "exercise over two hours every day."

The doors to the Great Hall opened, revealing the Headmaster.

"Ahh. Harry, Rosalyn. I trust you slept well?" He inquired kindly.

"Yes, very well, thank you." Rose answered politely.

"So, Harry, are you starting your lesson plans today?"

Harry nodded while swallowing the last bit of food on his plate.

"I was planning on running to Hogsmeade after breakfast, actually."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"There are a few things that I'd like to pick up for Monday. Also, Rose is having a desire for some non-muggle clothing."

"Muggle?" She looked confused.

"Non-magic folk." Albus explained. "What about you, Harry? Won't you be needing some new robes?"

"I'll get a few, but for the most part, I prefer muggle jeans and things like that."

"Harry," Ron shook his head, laughing silently, "you're in the Wizarding world again. That means wizarding clothes."

"Ron, I'll wear what I want, when I want."

"What about what I want?" Rose asked innocently.

"What do you want?" He sighed.

"A baby."

Harry choked, and Rose started laughing.

"Not right now, of course. Maybe in a few years. But, I have to tell you, it's nice to know where you are on that."

Albus shook his head, smiling.

"Well," Harry said, standing up, "we'd better be going, Rose, if I want to finish my lesson plans by Monday."

"Alright. See you later, everyone."

Three hours later, Harry was dragging Rose out of Witch's Style Dress Shop.

"Rose! You've been in here for over two hours! I have to get back to the castle!" Harry argued.

"No! Just a few more minutes, please Harry? Please?"

Harry ran a hand through his soft, shiny black hair.

"Fine. I have to pick up something across the street. There is a pub down the road called The Three Broomsticks. Meet me there in twenty minutes?"

"Sure! Thank you!"

"Alright, see you."

"Harry wait!" She grinned sheepishly at him. "Can I have a little money please? Just in case I find something that I like?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bag filled with golden galleons, "this should be enough to clean out the whole store. Have fun."

And with that, he exited the store and made his way across the street to the store of his choice.

Entering it, he noticed a thick, musky smell, and had to cover his mouth to keep from coughing. He made his way to the front desk, where an old gentleman was standing patiently.

"Can I help you, sir."

"Yes," he said, flattening his hair across his forehead, "I'm the new Defense teacher at Hogwarts, and I was wondering if you carried this potion," he passed a paper across the counter, "in your store."

The man glanced up at him curiously, so he explained.

"When I was younger, I tried it, and I still remember how horrible the effects are. For that reason, I am going to do a unit on dark potions. Any others you can think of would be great, also."

"Of course, sir. Come right this way."

Harry left the store a few minutes later, casting a shrinking charm on the many boxes he received. Placing them in his front pocket, he made his way to the pub. The old bell chimed as he entered. He glanced around, and spoted Rose in a corner table, which was covered in bags.

"You really didn't buy out the whole store, did you?" He asked worriedly.

"No. But I did get a few things."

Harry snorted.

"Remind me never to take you to Diagon Alley. If you can do that much damage here, I don't even want to think about what you'd do there."

She scowled playfully.

"Did they not have what you wanted?" She asked, noticing his hands were empty.

"Yes they did. It's in my pocket."

"Something that small took that long to get?"

"There's a shrinking charm on it." He told her. "Let me do the same to your things."

He muttered the charm, and the clothes shrunk to the size of a quarter.

"Put them in your pocket, and don't loose them. Alright?" He told her.

"Of course! When have you known me to loose clothing?"

"Good point." He said, rolling his eyes. "Let's get back to the castle."

The weekend passed by fairly quickly, and Harry spent most of his time in the library, save for a couple of hours on Sunday evening, which was spent on the Quidditch Pitch.

He encountered a few students and explained that he was the new DADA Professor, however he didn't tell them his name.

Before Harry knew it, it was Monday morning and he was waiting for his first class to arrive. Fifth year Ravenclaws and Slytherins.

On his desk were six things; The school textbook entitled Everything you need to know about the Dark Arts, his wand, a black briefcase, Potion bottles, the class role, and a mug of coffee. Being his first class, Harry was nervous. More nervous than he expected.

One by one the students pilled into the room, each and every one glancing up to the desk to see who had filled the position for their professor.

"Isn't he too young to teach?" Harry heard a young girl with blonde hair ask her friend.

"Isn't he too cute?" He rolled his eyes as the girls silently giggled.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class.

"Good morning, class." He heard a scattered mumble of 'Good morning, Professor' around the room, mostly from the Ravenclaws.

"Fifth years, right?" Seeing their nodding heads, he continued. "That means I went to school with you."

Chatter immediately filled the classroom. Harry held up a hand to silence them.

"And, chances are, broke more rules than all of you combined." He grinned at them.

The class immediatly burst into laughter, already liking their new teacher.

A girl sitting in the front of the class raised her hand hesitantly.

"Yes, - ?"

"Jennifer Blockhurst."

"Any relation to Mandy?"

The girl nodded.

"My cousin."

"She was in my year at school. Now what was your question?"

"Er - We don't exactly know what to call you." She said, shyly.

Harry smiled.

"That's correct. Two points to Ravenclaw." The girl smiled happily. "You can call me Professor Potter."

A collective gasp engulfed the room.

"As in Harry Potter?"

"Yes, Mr. - "

"Crabb."

"I'm going to take roll, now. Then, we'll start the lesson."

"Jennifer Blockhurst is here." He smiled at her, and she blushed.

"Jim Crabb is here. Ashley Davis?"

"Here."

"Amanda Fingalton?"

"Here."

"Jamie Jensen?"

"Here."

"Colin Murphey?"

"Here."

"Danielle Peterson?"

"Here."

"Ruthie Rundun?"

"Here."

"Jason Rutherford?"

"Jennifer - oh no, two Jennifers! - " The class laughed. "Jennifer Singleman?"

"Oh, twins! Tawny Singleman?"

"Here."

"Mindy Simple?"

"Here."

"James Traven?"

"Present."

"Andew Winslow?"

"Here."

"Joanna Zike?"

"Here."

"Boys, I think you're out numbered." He said sadly. "Well, on with the lesson. Can anyone tell me what you've been covering? Yes, Mr. Winslow?"

"The Unforgivables." The boy answered.

"Thank you, Mr. Winslow. 2 points to Slytherin for paying attention to your previous teacher."

He paced infront of the desk, frowning slightly.

"I don't like teaching the Unforgivables. So, we'll do them later. Right now, we are going to start on dark potions. Can anybody give me a name of a dark potion? Yes, Ms. Zike?"

"The Fabian Potion."

"Very good. Another two points to Slytherin. And can anyone tell me what this potion does? Yes, Ms. Blockhurst?"

"It slows down a persons ability to think and move, and causes them to become tired and worn out."

"Couldn't have put it better myself. Five points to Ravenclaw. Anyone else know another potion? Yes, Ms. Simple?"

"The Fenestration Potion."

"Great, and why don't you go ahead and tell the class why it is considered a dark potion."

"Alright," she said, blushing when he smiled at her. "It is normally made to cure deafness caused by the obstruction of sound waves, but the side effects can re-arrange your personality, causing you to become more violent or, in a few cases, suicidal."

"Very good. Seven points to Ravenclaw. Anyone else? Go ahead, Ms. Rundun."

"The Laier Potion."

"Just the answer I was looking for. This is the potion that we are going to talk about today."

He picked up the bottle on his desk.

"Can anyone tell me what this potion does?"

Ruthie Rundun was the only one to raise her hand.

"Yes, Ms. Rundun?"

"It helps you relax after a horrible experience."

"Correct. Two points to Ravenclaw. Everyone take out a quill and a roll of parchment. As I am explaining this, I will write it down on the board, take notes."

"Alright. The Laier Potion was created in 1735 by a man named Jason Laierson. He was not a dark wizard. He created the potion after his wife and children were murdered by a Dark Lord in their time. Can anyone tell me who that would be? No? His name was Nolaheda. You will talk about him in more detail next year. Mr. Laierson was extremely depressed and was looking for a way to get out of his stupor. He came up with it after a year of trying. It worked well, for a while. Then, the side effects started to kick in. Two of the ingrediants - Furleous root and Jumblyona, both of which you will have used in potions last year - should never have been mixed. Together, they formed what is known as relaxor, a substance that loosens or slackens a hormone produced by the Corpus Luteum, mostly known by women during pregnancy. That was not the problem. Once the Corpus Luteum is relaxed, more side effects followed. The substance Relaxor would then shoot up to your brain, relaxing the muscles there. Can anyone guess what would happen then?"

"It would make it more difficult to think?"

"Correct, Mr. Traven. Two points to Ravenclaw. Once it is more difficult to think, you don't do it as often. Eventually, you stop caring about everyone and everything except for the potion. It is extremely addictive. If you try it once, you will not be able to stop."

"The potion starts by numbing your senses. You feel completely away from the world. Then, it sends you to a place where you have been, and were extremely happy. The happiest you have ever been on your life. You dwell on those thoughts. Now, tell me Mr. Crabb, what is that the opposite of?"

"I don't know, sir." He said, embarrassed.

"That's fine. That's why we are here, to learn. It is the opposite of a Dementor. However, in the end, it will have the same effects, only slightly changed. You will only be able to remember the good things in your life, so when something difficult happens, you will not be able to handle it, and you will drink more potion. Eventually, it will wear down your system, and you will become immune to it. After this stage, most people go crazy, and some commit suicide. It is very hard to overcome these things, the hardest thing that person will ever experience. I am speaking from personal experience on this matter."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"Yes. I tried this potion. Does everyone remember the Triwizard Tournament? Good. I witnessed a friend get murdered. The summer after the tournament ended I tried to Floo to the Leaky Cauldron, but ended up in Knockturn Alley. There, I saw this potion and bought it. I became so addicted that my godfather, Sirius Black, who was then on the run from the Ministry, almost got himself caught trying to help me. After all the potion that I had was taken away from me, I tried to commit suicide." A gasp filled the room. "I jumped off of the Astronomy Tower. Luckily, Headmaster Dumbledore was out getting a cup of cocoa and followed me. He used the Wingardium Leviosa charm to levitate me back through the window. After that, I was sent to St. Mungo's for a month. The whole wizarding world thought the Lord Voldemort," The class flinched, "had taken me. They spent the entire time, day and night, trying to get the potion out of my system. They finally accomplished it. Now," he looked at the class sternly, "I am not telling you this for sympathy. It is an experience I would be more than willing to forget. I am telling you this so that you will be prepared. Even if it is the worst time of your life, do NOT try this potion."

The bell rang signaling the end of class.

"Homework!" He called over the noise, which quieted down at once. "Write down the effects this potion has and what causes them. It can be found in your textbook on page 437. It should fill ten inches or more of parchment. Due next Monday. Thank you."

Harry began gathering his things, and placing them into his briefcase. He smiled slightly as he heard a few students out in the corridor talking about him.

"What an interesting class!" A young girl exclaimed, reminding him of Hermione.

"Yeah. He's awesome!" Another girl piped up.

"He's gorgeous." Harry recognized the voice as Ruthie Rundun and smiled slightly.

The girls walked down the hall giggling madly.

Harry sighed and exited the classroom, walking up the stairs he almost ran head long into some one he had not seen in a long time.

"Professor McGonagall!"

Her face dropped, stunned.

"P - Potter?" She whispered, barely daring to believe her eyes.

He nodded furiously.

"Wh - what are you doing here?" She asked, shocked.

"You don't know?" He asked incredulously.

She shook her head.

"I'm teaching Defense." He stated plainly.

"You are?!"

He smiled at her.

"I was actually hoping to run into you. I," he looked shyly down to the ground, "I missed you."

She smiled at him.

"I missed you too, Potter. Hogwarts just wasn't the same without you. Not to mention our Quidditch Team."

He grinned.

"They're doing alright aren't they?"

She sighed.

"They made it to the finals, but got taken out by Ravenclaw their first game."

"Oh no!"

She laughed at how upset he was.

"I trained them! What are they doing!" Harry looked horrified.

"Maybe, you could give them a few pointers?" McGonagall asked hopefully.

"Of course! But, I have to go, I have to talk to Rosalyn, do you know about Rosalyn?"

"Yes I do, Potter." She smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thank you. Well, I have to talk to her before my next class. Goodbye Professor!"

"Goodbye! Oh, and Potter? Do stay out of trouble?"

He grinned. What fun would there be in that?
TBC...

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 11:
Harry moaned and began to mumble.

"No, Rose. It's to early to get up." He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into a pillow. "Five more minutes."

"Harry, you have to teach class!"

He let out a strangled cry.

"I don't want to!"

"Class starts in twenty minutes." She told him in an exasperated voice.

He got up and walked to the bathroom.

"Fine."

The seventh year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff classes were standing outside of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, waiting for their more than fashionably late teacher.

Ginny Weasley looked around nervously. Harry was here. Harry Potter, the first boy she had ever kissed, was her Professor.

The door to the classroom clicked open and the students filed inside.

"Sorry I'm late. Does everyone agree with me when they say eight o'clock is to early for classes?"

There was a murmur of agreement from the class.

"As I was only one year ahead of you in school, I really see no point in introducing myself. Let's just get down to it and take Roll?"

After roll call, Harry walked behind his desk and began writing something on the blackboard.

"Bloody thing." He mumbled to himself. "I'm getting me a muggle whiteboard."

"Alright," he started to the class, "this is what we will be covering today for the next week."

The class looked at the board and gasped.

"The Battles of the War Against Voldemort."

Harry smiled sadly.

"Don't look so shocked. I know that none of you had to, or if you wanted to, got the chance to fight in this war. I did, therefore, you will be receiving actual details. Some things, you will not want to hear, others will probably make you physically sick. But, we have to face the fact, it happened." He turned and studied them intently. "Now, raise your hands and tell me what you know about the battles of the war."

A daring Hufflepuff's hand went into the air.

"There was ten, total. Not counting the three before you-know-who's rise to power."

"Very good. Ten points to Hufflepuff. Anyone else know something?"

Harry immediately noticed where the classroom's attention was focused. On the ground. He sighed.

"Alright, listen to me. I was in the war, no denying it. I'm learning to deal with it. Please, do not be shy just because things involved me. I can tell you know more, just raise your hand and say what you're thinking. I promise, I will not get mad over it." "Jason Bell?"

The boy lowered his hand.

"You fought in every one of them."

Harry studied the boy for a moment.

"You don't look a thing like your sister, did anyone ever tell you that?"

Jason smiled at him.

"Katie always told me that."

"She went off to play for Ireland didn't she?" The boy nodded, and Harry rolled his eyes. "Traitor."

The class laughed.

"Yes, Mr. Bell, you are correct, I did fight in every one of the battles. Anyone else?"

Ginny Weasley's hand rose into the air.

"Yes, Ms. Weasley?"

"The only people that were allowed to fight were Auror's, Phoenix Agents, and Ministry Defense Officials," very meekly, she added, "and you."

"Again. Correct. Ten points to you, and, oh yes, ten points to Mr. Bell. Sorry about that, kind of slipped my mind." He turned and began writing the names of the battles on the board.

The Battle of Control

The Battle of Death

The Battle of Diagon Alley

The Battle of Power

The Battle of the Ministry

The Battle of Azkaban

The Battle of Hogsmeade

The Battle of Little Hangleton

The Battle of Hogwarts

The Battle of Lightning

"Alright," said Harry, turning his attention back to the class, "let's start with the first battle: The Battle of Control. When did it take place?"

A curly haired girl whom, Harry though with a smile, he had taken to a dance, raised her hand.

"July Nineteenth, less than a month after you-know-who had risen."

"Very good, Ms. Jaden. Ten points to Hufflepuff. Now, can anyone tell me where this attack took place? Yes, Mr. Abbott?"

"Surrey."

"Another ten points to Hufflepuff. Now, what was the purpose of this attack?"

The class plunged into silence. Harry crossed his arms and stared at them with a sad smile on his face.

"I know you know the answer to this question. If you don't tell me you will be getting a rather large homework assignment for your first weekend at school."

"To kill you, Professor."

"Exactly!" Harry said overly perky. "Can anyone tell me why Voldemort acted so quickly, instead of biding his time? Yes, Mr. Creevey?"

"Because he had to kill you before your fifteenth birthday, or else there was a chance of the Final Prophecy of Slytherin and Gryffindor could come true."

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor. Do you want to wait and go into detail on this prophecy until tomorrow or do you want to do it now?"

"Now." Was the answer from the class.

"Alright. We'll start with the basics. Everyone take out a quill and a roll of parchment. Label the top of your parchment, "The Second Uprising of Lord Voldemort." And no, you cannot write 'You-know-who.' You are going to be making somewhat of chart. Underneath the title, I want you to right the words "Voldemort's Resurrection." Everybody got that? Good. Draw a box around that. Good."

"Now, draw a small arrow, like this," he demonstrated on his own graph, which was on the board, "and write beneath it 'June 24: Voldemort kidnaps Harry Potter and uses a potion containing blood of the enemy, bone of the father, and flesh of the servant, to revive himself. Harry Potter loses protection against Voldemort. The two duel, and Harry Potter survives the Killing Curse once again."

"Draw another arrow, like so, and underneath that write the words, "The Battle of Control." Does somebody want to summarize what happened in that battle? No?"

Harry sighed once more.

"I'll give twenty five points to your house if you do."

Jason Bell reluctantly raised his hand.

"Alright, Jason, tell me how you would describe what happened. Write it here on the board."

The class copied down the words that Jason had written.

July Nineteenth: Voldemort launches a surprise attack on Surrey with intent to kill Harry Potter. Albus Dumbledore and the Phoenix Agents arrive in time to help Harry Potter, only to find that he, himself, has stunned six death eaters, two without a wand. Harry Potter is taken to Hogwarts and secretly becomes trained and accepted into the Order of the Phoenix.

"Excellent. I will give you an extra ten points for embarrassing me."

The class laughed as he rolled his eyes.

"Now, copy the rest of this..."

By the end of the period, the class had the previous and following written down.

July 31: The Heir of Gryffindor, Harry Potter, comes to power at Midnight. He is Fifteen years old at the time. Major chances in appearance and strength occur.

The Battle of Death: December 24, Six months after Voldemort's rise to power. Voldemort had attacks launched on fifteen different villages of muggles simultaneously. 234 Muggles killed, 4 Auror's. The dark side looses 58 Death Eaters. 14 by Albus Dumbledore, 24 by other Phoenix Agents and Auror's, 20 by Harry Potter. Harry Potter's godfather, Sirius Black, is freed after his godson captures Peter Pettigrew(A.K.A. Wormtail) in the attack. Harry Potter is kidnapped at tortured.

The bell rang and the students collected their things and left the classroom. As his next class filed in, Harry erased the board, more than a little happy to get the death toll out of his brain.

Harry smiled at the nervousness of them.

"First year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Please have seat."

After they were all seated, Harry started the explanation of his class.

"We are going to be working on Dark Creatures for the rest of the year. Does anyone have a problem with this subject?"

He glanced around the room.

"No? Good. Let's get started then, with one of my personal favorites. Hinkypunks."

Harry walked into the Great Hall rather shyly.

"Ah, Harry. I was wondering when you might join us." Albus said with a smile.

He gave a weak smile back. He made a move to sit at the end of the table when Dumbledore stopped him.

"Why don't you sit here? I'd like to talk about your classes, if you'd please."

"Of course. So," the young man said nervously, "what did you want to talk about? Is something wrong?"

"Actually, Minerva was having quite a time keeping her seventh years calmed down today."

"Really?" Said Harry, in mild surprise. Usually the strict teacher would have no problem keeping the children under control. "What does that have to do with my class?"

"Harry, the topic that the children were discussing was your class."

He shook his head, a small smile on his face.

"They were talking about my class?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Yes, indeed. Some on the subjects were more about you than anything," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "however, I believe that most were about your choice of subject."

Harry remained silent. Albus looked at him and sighed.

"You know, you really don't need to cover the war until you are ready, Harry. I will more than understand if you want to have someone else - "

"Professor, no. I can handle it. I wouldn't have chosen it if I couldn't. They need to learn, and it's best if they do it from someone who has first hand experience, which I do."

"I know you do Harry, but I must disagree with you. You have always rushed yourself into things that you are not ready for - "

Harry cut his words short once more.

"And they have all turned out for the better. You know that as well as I do."

"Child, honestly! It is not that I believe you cannot handle it. It is just that," he sighed slightly, "I do not want you to be reliving things until you are ready. Can you tell me, truthfully, that your lesson today did not bring back a painful memory or two?"

Harry looked at the ground. He did have a few. Tears came to his eyes when the most painful memory was aroused.

FLASHBACK

"Harry! Your left!" Remus Lupin yelled urgently.

Harry didn't have time to respond. Three more Death Eaters were attacking him.

"Stupify!" He shouted, bringing them down. He hurried over to where Mundundus was surrounded.

Shouting curses, Harry made his way through the crowd of villains out to destroy the muggle race.

"Help!" Came a faint voice. A child's voice.

"Help me!" It came again.

Harry took care of a few more Death Eaters and raced to the sound of the voice.

"Help me! Please!" The voice was getting weaker. Harry sped up.

"Where are you!" He shouted.

"By the brick house!"

He rushed over there and picked up the child in his arms.

"Let's get you out of here." He said soothingly.

The child smiled at him.

He handed her an emergency portkey to the hospital wing in Hogwarts.

"Here. Click this. I'll see you later."

In a flash, the child was gone, and Harry was back fighting the war.

"How sweet." Harry's blood chilled as he heard a cold voice.

"Voldemort." He whispered.

Tom Riddle laughed.

"You are correct, Potter. Crucio!"

Harry fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

The curse lasted for a long time. Too long. When it ended, Harry was to weak to walk.

"Bondario!" He found himself bound to a street pole.

"Harry!" Ablus shouted.

"Don't worry, old man." He said maliciously. "He wont be dying, today. It's not time. We'll just be making a trip to the torture chamber..."

END FLASHBACK

Harry forced himself not to think about it.

The blood...the knives cutting him at every angle...the torture curses...the threats toward his friends...the machines...

He shook his head.

"I have to go." He said, suppressing the lump that had developed in his throat.

He ran out of the Great Hall and to the nearest bathroom. He stayed there for quite some time.

"Harry, mate? Are you all right?" Came a concerned voice.

Harry straightened up quickly.

"Fred? Yes, I'm fine. Just out of curiosity, what are you doing here?"

Fred Weasley surveyed him carefully then sighed.

"Fred and I have a flat in Hogsmeade, next to Ron and Hermione's actually. We come here to watch the Quidditch matches. There's one tomorrow you know."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"That doesn't explain why you are here now. Oh, no, no, don't tell me," he grabbed his head in a mock horrified expression, "you're selling your horrid inventions to the innocent children."

"Harry if these children are anything like you, they are not innocent." Harry snorted. "And no, actually. We came to see our dear sister, thanks. She is very upset about the scores that the teachers only let her take nine owls."

"Nine owls isn't bad." Harry said firmly.

"Yes, this coming from someone who did more than Dumbledore. How many was it? Fifteen?"

"No, sixteen. And Bloody exhausting, mind. She should be happy. She beat you and George, and Ron also."

"Yes. She did. That's not the only reason she's upset, though."

"Why?" Harry said curiously.

"Well, it seems the first boy she ever kissed is back at Hogwarts. Teaching. Imagine that." He looked around innocently.

Harry rolled his eyes and left the bathroom, leaving Fred calling after him.

"Fred! You might want to stick around. I heard someone pranked Snape's potions class!"

"I wonder who that could have been." He said sarcastically.

Harry stared innocently at the ceiling.

"So do I, Fred. So do I."

"Let you potions simmer!"

A small third year raised his hand shyly.

"Professor Snape? My -my potion, it's turning different colors."

Snape groaned inwardly. Stupid Gryffindors.

"Ten points from Gryffin - !"

"Ahh!"

The boy screamed.

The potion has some how managed to leak out of the cauldron and seep its way across the floor.

"Everybody out!" Snape yelled, but there wasn't any use. The potion didn't even touch the students, it went for him.

The potions master found himself in a bit of a predicament. He had no idea what this potion could do. If it was the correct potion that the class had been making, he would not be very happy.

'Please, no.' He thought desperately.

His worst fear was confirmed when the class burst out laughing.

"Potter." Snape muttered, eyes flashing dangerously. "I'm going to kill him."

"Professor, sir. I never knew you liked the Gryffindor colors so much." A voice from the door stated innocently. "I must say, your hair looks great Scarlet. And your robes, they look fantastic in Gryffindor gold. You really should try that look more often."

"Potter!"

"Yes, sir?"

"You have three seconds." Snape said dangerously.

Harry looked at the door, and then back at Snape.

"Thanks for the warning."

And he took off down the hall, running at speeds that shouldn't be humanly possible. After he had made it a good distance away, he grinned.

This was going to be a fun year.

Still smirking mischievously, he made his way to the owlery.

"Hedwig!" He greeted as she flew on his shoulder. "This goes to Sirius and Remus, and this goes to Ron and the twins. Got it?"

The snowy owl hooted softly.

"Good girl."

Harry shook his head, trying to shake the smile off of his face. He was going to get killed, but it would be worth it.

"After all," Harry told himself, "revenge is a dish best served cold."

Severus Snape was storming through the castle, not paying attention to where he was going.

"Oomph!" Came a noise from below him.

Potter's dratted wife.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to - " Rose was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Harry had something to do with this, and she knew it.

He glared at her.

"Watch where you're going."

And he continued parading around the castle. A laugh came from behind her.

"Harry Potter! What did you do?"

Harry gave a dramatic sigh.

"Just a potion." He waved his had dismissively. "It'll wear off in a couple of hours."

"You, Mr. Potter, are truly evil."

She rolled the words off of her tongue.

"You think that was bad, wait until Sunday at lunch."

"Why? What now?"

Harry cackled evilly.

"Revenge is sweet, my sweet!"

She rolled her eyes at him. He leaned over and planted a firm kiss on her lips.

"Let's go back to the Teachers common room. Nobody will be there for a while." He said seductively.

"After that prank, you think that you are going to get a - how do they say it here - a snog session?"

Harry grinned at her, and kissed her again.

She looked at him, breathless.

"If you do," she smiled, "you're right."

"Rose! We've got to stop!" Harry muttered, trying to pry her off of him.

"No, Harry." She said, kissing down this side of his neck.

"Rose - " She cut him off with a seductive kiss.

It lasted long enough to turn Harry on, but he stood his ground.

"Somebody could come in."

"Harry," she said softly, unbuttoning his shirt despite his protests, "don't worry. We're married. Even if they did come in, they expect it of us."

"No, we can't." He said, trying to control his desires.

She planted kisses down his shirtless chest.

"Come on," she urged gently. "tracing patterns around his belt."

Harry let out a slight groan despite himself. She knew she had him.

Pushing him back onto the couch, she caught his lips in a passionate embrace.

"Relax, lover," she whispered into his ear. "just let your body go."

Harry finally consented.

"Alright." He gasped softly, as she straddled him.

The next hour was spent on that couch, in each others arms.

After everything was said and done, Harry looked at her with a soft look in his eyes.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course, Harry. I love you, too."

The moment was disturbed as the door flung open.

"Harry! You're never going to believe th - " Ron Weasley stopped short, as the two scrambled for their clothes. "I'm so sorry!" He stuttered.

"No, Ron, it's alright." Harry assured him. "What is it?"

"No, no." Ron was still looking highly embarrassed. "I'll come back later."

With that, he slammed the door and ran full speed away from the room.

Rose and Harry looked at each other for a moment, before bursting out laughing.

"Lucky it was him, not Snape." Harry speculated.

"Yeah." Rosalyn then told him. "You wore me out, Potter. I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, Rose." He smiled.

"Goodnight, Harry."

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Harry played a prank of Professor Snape. Rose seduced Harry. Ron walked in on the two of them...

That basically sums it up!

Now, without further ado...Chapter 12!

"Harry, you can't avoid the Great Hall for ever!" Hermione tried to reason with the raven haired boy, whom just shrugged.

"Watch me."

"Harry, be reasonable!" The bushy haired brunette exclaimed. "The Prophet is bound to find out you're back! I bet most of the parents already know!"

"I don't see why that means I have to eat with the rest of them."

Hermione sighed.

"What do I have to do to get you down there?"

Harry smiled devilishly, and whispered something in her ear.

She looked appalled.

"Harry Potter, you shameless flirt! You're married!"

He laughed.

"I'm kidding, Hermione. Just please, not today. I'm tired, and it's a Saturday. Therefore, I can sleep. Get it?"

She shook her head.

"Don't you have papers that need to be corrected?"

"Just two more essay's left." He winced. "The long ones. Bloody over- achievers. I asked for three scrolls and I got nine!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Hermione said sadly.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Don't you and the Weasley's have jobs or anything? Honestly, or is it a full time position to make sure that you annoy me throughout the whole day?"

"I have a job." Hermione said indignantly. "I - I -" she faltered.

"Shag Ron?" Harry supplied innocently. "Ow!"

"Come on, Potter. Breakfast, now." She said firmly.

" 'Mione!" Harry whined, doing quite a good imitation of a two year old. "I don't want to!"

"You have to."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"N - Ouch! Let go."

Hermione seized him by the ear and dragged him down the staircases.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming, just - ow! - let go of me!"

"No," she said casually, looking at him with meaning in her eyes, "you seem to have a tendency to run away."

Harry's inside froze.

"And you seem to have a tendency for kidnap, but you never hear me complain do you?" He muttered quietly to himself, somewhat angrily.

"Come on."

Hermione hadn't heard him.

"It's time to face the world."

Rose sat in a small booth at the Three Broomsticks, quietly sipping some pumpkin juice. So much had changed for her in the past year. She had met Harry, fallen in love, and gotten married. This was perfectly fine with her. She was more than happy to be married to Harry, except one detail. In all honesty, she didn't know a thing about him.

She knew that his hair was black, his eyes were a brilliant green, and he had a lightning shape scar on his forehead, but that, for the most part, was it. She had trusted him so easily, only to find out that he had been keeping giant secrets from her. Could he be keeping more from her? She shuddered. What if Harry was lying to her about something? Should she confront him about it? No, no, she shook her head, she had no evidence. Confronting him would just lead to an unnecessary quarrel.

Taking another sip of her juice, she continued thinking. How much older than her husband was she? Tiffany was twenty five, Harry was pushing nineteen, just barely.

"Six years." She muttered to herself. "Six years older."

Another factor, Harry wanted kids. Not for another few years, of course, but he wanted kids all the same. Sure, Rose made innocent jokes about how she wanted children, but she wasn't actually certain if she wanted a family with lots of kids. She knew Harry did. He had told her, once and again. How would Harry react to the fact the she didn't want kids? Should she tell him? Or, should she have Hermione cast a - um, what was it called - a contraceptive charm on her before ever making love with Harry, and then tell him that it didn't work, and they would have to try again.

Rose grinned. She liked that idea.

Harry would be under the impression that they were attempting to start a family, and she would get all the sex that she wanted. Though she had never told anyone else, part of the reason that she had begun dating Harry was that he was extremely attractive, and had loads of money, though she didn't know where he got it all. After a while, Harry grew on her. She fell in love with him. However, now, she couldn't help but believe that the feelings that were once there were dying off slowly.

"Madam?" Rose called as the waitress walked by. "Do you have anything stronger?"

"Fire Whisky alright for yah?" The lady asked in a thick Irish accent. Seeing her nod, she yelled to the woman behind the counter. "Madam Rosmerta, a shot of Fire Whisky!"

Rosalyn took a chug of the alcohol that was in front of her. She dropped her head into her hands, and pulled on her hair.

"Why did I marry him?" She muttered to herself. But inside, she already knew the answer. She wanted more than Harry was willing to give without a ring on her finger.

Rose had agreed to date Harry, just wanting a meaningless fling. That, however, was not what Harry wanted. She became intrigued by the gorgeous young man who knew exactly what he wanted from life. Unfortunately now, however, it was not what she wanted.

"Another round?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Harry, where are you going?" Dumbledore asked as he saw the raven haired boy opening the doors to the front of Hogwarts.

"Hogsmeade. I'm going to go and visit Moony. Sirius is in Whales and, you know, Remus doesn't have a girlfriend. So I just thought I might see how he was doing." Harry explained casually.

"Aw." Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eye. "You mean that you are going to try and convince him to go on a blind date?"

Harry shook his head vigorously, but seeing the never-faltering smile on the Head Master's face, he sighed.

"He's only 39, you know? He's still so young. Just because he is a werewolf is no reason not to fall in love!"

"I agree with you. I assume you wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't found a love of your own?"

Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Well..."

"Don't worry, Harry. I see how happy you are with Ms. Rosalyn, and I hope you stay that way forever."

"I will. But, I really should be going now. Good day, Albus."

"See you, Harry. Don't be out to long."

Rosalyn was on her seventh glass of Fire Whisky when the bell, signaling the entrance of someone into the bar, rang. She glanced up.

It was a man. A man, who under any normal circumstances would not have been good looking, however under the influence of an extreme amount of alcohol, became extremely attractive to her.

She sucked in her breath and he came up to her table.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked.

She thought for a moment. Then, she answered, putting her hands under the table as she pocketed her wedding ring;

"Sure. Go ahead."

He grinned at her as he took a seat.

"Greg Forester."

She smiled at him.

"Rosalyn P - Andrews. It really is a pleasure to meet you."

"No, no, Rose. Can I call you Rose? No, Rose, the pleasure is all mine."

She giggled.

"I haven't seen you around here before," Greg said to her, "are you knew in town."

She nodded.

"Ahh, well, in that case, why don't I show you around the neighborhood? Then maybe afterwards I could treat you to lunch in my flat?"

Her grin grew wider.

"I'd like that."

Maybe, just maybe, one more fling would do it for her. Harry would never find out, and she could get it out of her system.

He put his hand around her waist and they walked to the door, and she automatically returned the gesture and rested her head against his shoulder.

"Why don't we skip the tour," she said, seductively, "and just go back to your place first?"

His hand slid down to the small of her back and he used his other hand to toy with the belt on her muggle jeans.

"I was hoping you'd ask that?"

Rosalyn pulled him close to her without any further though, and planted a firm kiss on his full lips.

"Let's go."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. This couldn't be happening. Rosalyn wouldn't do that to him. She loved him, didn't she? And you didn't do things like that to people you love.

Harry adverted his eyes away from the scene. He knew his eyes weren't deceiving him, and none of his self arguments were going to change that. Rose, his Rose, had just kissed another man, and was being led into a small flat.

Without thinking, Harry sprinted down the street and turned on Honeydukes Road. He didn't even pause to knock when he'd reached house number eleven seventy two. He burst through the door.

"Moony!" He called in a strangled voice. "Moony!"

Remus Lupin rushed down the stairs, but before he had even gotten half way, Harry was in his arms, head against his neck, and shoulders shaking violently.

"Harry!" The werewolf said, alarmed. "What's wrong, Harry? What is it?"

The boy said nothing, just continued to cry.

"Come on, Harry. Let's go sit in the parlor." Remus said gently.

Harry found himself being led into the main room of the house, where he had been many times before when things became to much for him.

As they sat down on the couch, Remus laid a comforting hand on the boys shoulder.

"Harry, what happened?" He pressed again, still gently.

Harry just shook his head and clung to him like a frightened child would a parent.

"Rose." He whispered, barely understandable.

"Rose? Is Rose alright, Harry?" He asked, pulling the boy to shoulder length.

"She - she, how could this happen to me? I thought she loved me!" Harry curled himself into a ball in the mans arms.

"Harry," Remus said, smoothing his hair, "what happened?"

"Rose - she kissed Greg Forester - I saw her!"

"Oh, Harry!" Quite plainly, he didn't know what to say. He was sparred from his comment as Harry continued.

"And then he took her back to his flat. She - she had taken her ring off."

"I - Harry thats terrible." The man said, fighting the anger that was building inside him.

How dare she do this to Harry? Hadn't the boy suffered enough?

"Why would she do to me?" Harry said, searching for answers in his friends face.

"I honestly don't know, Harry." He paused for a moment, then told the boy to sit there for a moment, and he left the room.

He came back a moment later holding a blanket, pillow, and some treats.

"Here, as I remember, Acid Pops were your favorite. Eat, and then rest, alright?"

Harry sniffed, and gently rested his head against the pillow. Nodding, he said, "Moony, is this all my fault?"

Remus looked at him, shocked.

"Of course not, Harry." He assured the boy. "If she can't see how great you are, then it is her problem, not yours. Understand?"

Harry nodded, then he laughed. It was the most humourless thing that Remus had ever heard.

"Not even nineteen, and I'm getting divorced."

The werewolf looked at the boy sadly.

"I'll fire call Albus. You don't need to go back to the castle tonight. You can kip in your old room, alright?"

"Thank you, Moon."

"Anytime."

Rosalyn left Greg's home around four in the morning.

She was right, this was just what she had needed. The final shove in breaking away from Harry. And, she thought with a grin, he didn't know that she had commited adultry, therefore she could get quite a bit of his estate. Well, atleast the boy was good for something besides sex.

She made her way back up to the castle, and climbed the stairs to her room, undisturbed.

Monday, she decided. Harry could have the weekend, but she was telling him Monday.

Rose awoke the next morning to find the place next to her on the bed empty. Well, if you did not count the owl perched next to her, leg stuck out.

"Harry and his bloody 'Owl Post.'" She grumbled. "Can't act like normal people, these freaks. Have to have their own way of dong everything - "

She stopped her tirade as she noticed something. The letter was adressed to her.

She glanced at the clock. Where was Harry? It was almost One O'clock in the afternoon.

Sighing, she picked up the post and gently opened it. She gasped when she saw the contents.

"Harry's divorcing me?" She asked, shocked.

"Yes, he is." She jumped at the voice.

Hermione Granger, and she looked angry. Very angry.

"And with good reason."

Rose flinched at her tone. Could Harry possibly have found out.

"How could you!" Hermione screamed at her. "How could you cheat on him like that!"

So Harry did know. How did he find out?

"I know that in the muggle world, things like this take a while. However, here in our world, it only takes about two days to sort a divorce out."

Her eyes gleamed dangerously.

"Consider yourself lucky that Harry is such a nice guy. If it were up to the rest of us, you would be shoved out into the cold. Even after you cheated on him he is going to give you money to get back to America."

"Oh," she said, sarcastically, "how genourous. He's filthy rich and he's only giving me the money to get myself back to America. What a jerk."

Hermione's fuse blew.

"DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT YOU DESERVE EVEN THAT!"

Rose looked her in the eye.

"I had to put up with his moving around from place to place for a year. I think that I should think that I'd be rewarded for that!"

"You're insane," the brunette pointed a finger at her, "if you think that is a reason for Harry to give his fortune to you after you cheated on him."

"Honey, I think you are the one who is insane. Actually," she stopped, then grinned maliciously, "you are smarter than I am."

"What are you on about?" Hermione said, angrily.

"Of course! See, you picked Harry as a friend when you knew he didn't have anyone. What a way to get close to a celebrity! You're more manipulative than I am. Congratulations!"

WACK!

Rosalyn staggered.

"Get out!"

"Gladly. Oh," she said and she signed the papers in front of her, and gathered her posessions from the drawers, "tell Harry something for me, will you? Tell him that last night I came to a conclusion. I was actually going to tell him I wanted a divorce on Monday. Tell him that I only married him because I wanted to sleep with him."

"GET OUT!"

Rosalyn obliged, taking a large stack of Wizarding money with her.

"Before I go, could you tell me where I can catch a - oh I don't know - magic carpet to get away from you freaks?"

Hermione told her gladly, and within five minutes, Rose was out of Hogwarts and, much to the relief of everyone, out of Harry Potter's life forever.

THATS IT! THANKS TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! THE FEW THAT I GOT! REMEMBER, IF YOU WANT AN UPDATE, 25 REVIEWS!Chapter: 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor anything affiliated with it.

Authors Note: Alright people, this is a special hint for those of you who actually take the time to read my authors notes: Rose will be coming back. However she will NOT be a love interest of Harry. Of course it was a sudden change of events, as a few flamers have pointed out. It was supposed to be. After all, what good is a story without a dark wizard to torment the ones that Harry loves? Can anyone guess what happened to Rose yet?

SORRY FOR NOT POSTING REVIEWS ON THE LAST CHAPTER!

Chapter 13...

Harry sat quietly at the staff meeting, not really paying attention to what was going on. He couldn't get his mind off Rosalyn.

The divorce had gone through the next day, and even now, a month and a half later, Harry couldn't help but think how abrupt the turn of events was. It seemed very odd that she could spend a night with him, and then, the next day, turn around and do something so terrible.

A gentle nudging brought him out of his reverie.

"Harry?" Albus said gently.

The young man looked around. Everyone was staring at him.

He sent an apologetic look to the Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am. Could you repeat that?"

Minerva McGonagall surveyed him for a moment, then said, "We are trying to decide where to hold staff vacation this summer."

"Staff vacation?" Harry inquired, curiously. "You do that?"

"Of course."

"Anyway," Professor Vector interjected, "since you seem to have been so many places, we were wondering if there was any place that you'd like to see again, or maybe see for the first time?"

"I'm coming?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Unfortunately." He heard Snape mutter.

"Yes, Potter. Well, you are one of the staff members aren't you? Of course you're coming. Unless, of course, you don't want to?" McGonagall added hastily.

"No! That's not what I meant. It'd be great." He gave a reassuring smile.

"So..."

"Hmm?" Harry asked, mind diverted again.

"Where is your vote going to?"

Harry thought for a moment.

"St. Johns, in the Caribbean."

The other teachers looked around at each other, then Albus smiled.

"That sounds excellent."

Albus watched sadly as Harry's eyes unfocused once again. The boy hadn't had much love in his life, and to finally find someone who cared for him so deeply had to have felt incredible. And then, to have it taken away in an instant...

The Headmaster shook his head. He didn't want to think about the pain that Harry had gone through in the past few months. The twinkle in his eyes faded slightly as he remember what had happened when the Daily Prophet had gotten wind of Harry's return to the wizarding world.

Harry had been eating breakfast when the Daily Prophet had arrived. Albus hadn't yet received his copy, for his owl wasn't quite as efficient as Hedwig. However, one look at Harry's face told him enough. Something terrible had happened.

The next thing he knew, the boy had quietly excused himself, and went to his room, not to be seen again for the rest of the day.

Albus had picked up the paper, and at once knew what was the problem.

"A Hero Returns! Harry Potter: The Boy-Who-Lived, or The Man-Who-Lived?"

Underneath the title were several pictures of the young man in question. Pictures of him exercising, running, pictures with Rosalyn, and worst of all, pictures of Harry in a towel, coming out of the showers.

Albus began to read. For the most part it was just a bunch of nonsense. It also mentioned something that the old mage knew for sure that Harry would not be happy about. According to the article, Harry was up for the 'Most Eligible Wizard' Award, as well as the 'Most Charming Smile'.

This was most certainly not the kind of homecoming that Harry had wished for.

Turning his thoughts back to the present, he noticed that Harry was the only one left in the room with him. The boy seemed to have slipped into a stupor that he couldn't get out of.

Albus would have to change that.

He quietly walked over to the boy and sat next to him. Harry didn't move, or even acknowledge his presence. He gently tilted the boys chin to look at him.

"What?" Harry snapped out, shaking his head.

"I was wondering if you could do me a giant favor, Harry?"

"Alright."

"Well, you know how the Ministry of Magic is having there annual dinner in Paris, correct?"

Harry nodded. "Correct."

Albus surveyed him for a moment.

"I just recently found that I cannot attend, and have left a young witch whom I was supposed to accompany without a escort..."

Harry looked away, nervous as to where this conversation was heading.

"...I believe that you would have a great time. It wouldn't actually have to be a date, Harry. And I think it would be good for you."

"I - I don't mean to be disrespectful, sir, but I don't think I'm - "

"Ready?" Albus looked at him sadly. "You will never be ready. However, it is something that must happen. So, will you accompany this young lady?"

Harry looked to the ground.

"Alright." He said meekly.

"Very good. Be ready Friday afternoon by One, alright?"

Harry nodded once again.

"And Harry?"

He looked up silently.

"Get some sleep. You look horrible."

"Why Did I agree to do this?" Harry put his head into his hands. "I'm just not ready!"

The was twelve forty-five on the dreaded Friday, and Harry had never felt more nauseous in his eighteen years.

One the exterior, he was great. Deep scarlet dress robes, so dark that they almost looked black, with gold lining hung perfectly over his smooth, muscular figure. His shiny black hair seemed to reflect light, and his emerald eyes sparkled, as always.

One the interior, he was a wreck. Horrible thoughts slid through his mind. He felt as though someone had thrown a bucket of ice into his stomach.

Someone cleared their throat.

"Harry, Miss Madison is here."

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry made his way through the castle and down to the entrance hall where he would meet his casual 'escort.'

'Why,' Harry thought wryly, 'do I feel like a male prostitute?'

As he turned the corner into the Great Hall, his heart froze.

Trishelle Madison, his escort, was there. Waiting. There was no denying now that he had to do this.

He took one last, large breath and proceeded to walk over to her. It was all so, well, surreal.

"Trishelle Madison?" He inquired, extending his hand.

"Yes, that's me." She replied in a quiet voice.

Harry took a moment to look over her.

Her short, deep red hair cascaded in curls down to her chin. Her dazzling blue eyes shined like diamonds with anticipation. Perfect curves, he noticed, were visible through her tight dress robes, which were extremely low cut, and Harry wondered how she kept them up without straps.

"You look amazing." He told her, and gently handed her two roses: white, and red.

She grinned at him.

"Thank you! You look absolutely dashing yourself. These roses are beautiful!"

Harry could already guess her personality. He had been out with so many dates with women like this before. And tonight, he wasn't looking forward to it.

"Shall we go, then?"

Ron watched the scene before him in fascination.

While Harry had never been quite the charmer at school, he certainly looked like he knew what he was doing now. The woman was already smitten with him.

Ron sighed. He'd have to get Harry to teach him a thing or two.

He heard his best friends voice as Harry led his date out of the hall whispering something he couldn't understand. However, his date began giggling madly.

The red head grinned.

Harry hated giggling.

Three hours later, a very frazzled looking Harry Potter entered the Great Hall.

"Harry!" Albus exclaimed happily. "How did it go?"

Harry shot him a half annoyed, half murderous look.

"I - hate - you." He said quite slowly.

Dumbledore staggered for a moment, confused.

"Surely it couldn't have been that bad?"

Harry glared at him.

"When we walked me in she introduced me as 'her boyfriend," he said wryly, "The boy-who-lived.' Then I spent the next two hours answering questions and saying 'No, I don't sign autographs."

"I - I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't think -"

Harry cut his apology short.

"It's fine. Just promise me something?" Albus nodded. "You'll never set me up on a date again, okay?"

The headmaster smiled slightly.

"Deal."

The rest of the term flew by quickly, and before Harry knew it, he was enjoying the end of the school year feast at Hogwarts. He smiled slightly, this really was where he belonged. It was, after all, the only place that he had ever really called home. Harry knew that he felt at peace here, something that never truly happened anywhere else.

He glanced to Dumbledore, who was giving his routine speech, and tried to pay attention.

"...our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would consent to stay. He hasn't yet made up his mind, so I'm sure he could use a little encouraging."

The entire hall, with the exception of a few Slytherins, burst into applause. Harry blushed slightly as he noticed quite a few 'cat calls' being sent his way also.

After the students had left the next morning, the staff congregated in their meeting room. Harry sat quietly, fiddling with the hem of his robes.

"Harry?" Albus asked. It came out gentle, but Harry could he the question behind it.

He looked around the room. Most of the teachers were looking at him hopefully.

Looking down at the ground, quite embarrassed, he stated, "I'd love to come back...that is, if you'll have me?"

They immediately broke into cheering.

"I was hoping you would - "

BAM!

The door burst open.

A woman, dressed in bloody, torn clothing was gasping for air. She looked as though she had been to hell and back.

While the teachers rushed over to help her, Harry sat in his seat, numb. Apparently, the others didn't recognize her.

The woman began coughing up blood, and Harry was at once broken out of his reverie.

"Rosalyn!"

He rushed to her side.

She grabbed his neck and pulled herself close.

"Madam Pomprey, help!"

Harry was desperate. Rosalyn was most critically hurt. Gasping for breath. Dying.

"H - h - Harry!" She said, in a harsh voice, once the nurse had stabilized her condition.

Harry pulled her close, seemingly not remembering what she had done to him.

"It'll be okay, honey. I'm here. I'm here." He smoothed her ratted hair gently.

"I - I'm so - so sorry, Harry. I don't why I ever -"

"Shh. Shh." He coaxed gently. "We'll talk later. Right now we need to get you to the hospital wing."

Rose nodded, and with a small whimper, was lifted into Harry's arms. She clung to him tightly. In the distance, she could hear Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall talking.

"Look at him, Albus! How is he ever going to get over her?"

"I have a feeling, Minerva, and have had for quite some time, that Miss Rosalyn was not acting under her own when she became unfaithful to Harry."

Harry clung to her with all his might. He knew what she had done to him was wrong, and he was still hurt, but he couldn't bring himself to let go of her.

"Harry." Rosalyn mumbled against his lips.

"Don't talk." He whispered, his voice husky. "Don't say anything."

She obliged.

They were on a bed in the hospital wing. Underneath the blanket, Harry was lying on top of Rosalyn, kissing her passionately. Neither of them seemed to realize that they had an audience.

"Oh Rose!" Harry moaned, kissing the nape of her neck. "I missed you. I missed you so much."

She removed his shirt hungrily.

"Dear me," Dumbledore stated in partial amusement, "I do believe we've interrupted something."

He let out a small cough to announce the groups presence. It didn't seem to work. Hesitantly, Sirius Black, who was visiting Hogwarts, moved to the bed and placed a gentle hand on his godson's shoulder.

Startled, Harry jumped.

"What the - ?"

His confused look faded as he saw the others standing around him.

"Oh."

"Quite alright. But I think, Harry, that it might be best to find out what happened to Ms. Andrews, correct?

When the headmaster was two, somewhat reluctant nods, he continued.

"Then I suggest we leave Madam Pomprey to tend to her. Come now, lets head back to the staff room."

"Sleep."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Potter!"

"Harry!"

"NO!"

"GO TO BED!"

Harry fell silent for a moment, and the group thought they might have had him beat. That is, until he looked at him defiantly and stated quite clearly and loudly;

"No."

Ron groaned.

"Harry," Hermione stated gently, attempting to push him back onto the bed of the guestroom in her and Ron's small home, "you need to sleep."

"I want to go back to Hogwarts."

"We know, Harry. But you can't! You heard Dumbledore! You are interfering to much with Rosalyn's testing!"

"I can't help it!" Harry stated, very stressed.

"I know, I know, Harry. But, you have to stay with us for the weekend. I'm sorry."

THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS FROM CHAPTERS 11 AND 12! HERE YOU ALL ARE...Oh yeah, some of you might have two reviewer comments on here...so be watchful.

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Do I sense another flashback coming on?

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CHAPTER 12 REVIEWERS!

KoKorean : Yeah, don't worry, I'm not a Ginny fan either.

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muggle : Harry'll get over it. Don't worry, he's a survivor.

OmegaNY : No, Ginny and Harry will not get together. I really hate that ship. She's not right for him. As for the foreshadowing, I need the unexpected twists for other reasons. And as for the flashbacks, everyone but you love them, so I'm not going to change them just because of your review. Your flashback idea that they should be used sparingly and only at the beginning of the chapter is not my style at all, and other people seem to like it. I hate it when people only use flashbacks in there little dream sequences. This is my way of expressing what happened to Harry during his years at Hogwarts. And as for your idea that I jump abruptly from point A to point B...What fun would it be if you could completly guess what was going to happen? Personally, I like it how it is. I'm not going to change it. Also, flashbacks to do have to begin at the start of a chapter. In fact, you are the only person that I know who thinks that. I do not mean this to be rude to you, but I am going to keep my story as is. Thank you for reviewing, as you don't do it very often.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. Please don't sue me. I'm a fourteen year old with no money. In other words: You'll get nothing. I honestly don't know why we write these things. What are the chances JK Rowling is going to get on

Authors Notes: Sorry for not updating for over a week! Don't hurt me! PLEASE! But, I'll make you a deal, next chapter is Wednesday! To make up for itm it will be really really long, alright? Even if it kills me to write it!

Personal Note: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!! There are a few people who have given me an almost have a page long review. This is all well and good if you actually aren't repeating the same thing twice. Alright, I'm going to clear this up once and for all, so don't flame me about it anymore. If you give me another review saying anything that I tell you here, I will just write 'Refer to personal note on chapter 14.' Here it is...

1. Rosalyn is back, thank you very much. It doesn't matter to me if you don't like her, because she is not going to be a big part of the story.

2. Harry will NOT get together with Ginny. I will, however, be bringing back another character in this story that may or may not be a love interest.

3. I know the change is Rosalyn's attitude was abrupt, but that was how it was suppose to be. Stop telling me that, please.

4. One, just one, reviewer told me that I need to end my story. Well, to bad. Not going to happen. I hope none of you are upset about that.

Alright, that's it! Thank you!

Chapter 14! Catch Me If U Can...

Harry sat in the living room of Ron and Hermione's residence, staring at the clock on the wall, as he had been doing for the last twenty minutes.

Ron sighed impatiently.

"The clock isn't going to move faster if you keep staring at it!"

Harry turned his attention away from the clock to his best friend for a moment, then turned back.

"I never said you had to sit here with me. It was your choice."

"Bloody - "

"Ron!" She chided him, then continued, "Why don't we go into the kitchen and put lunch on, alright?"

"Fine."

Harry sat there for a moment after they left, and then, a slow grin appeared on his face.

"Sorry, guys," he whispered, more to himself than the others, "I can't stay cooped up in this place all day."

Edging the wand out of his coat pocket, Harry softly made his way to the front door.

"Alohomora!"

The door opened with a click.

"Yes!" He cheered silently. "Now, where to go?"

A bell on the door chimed lightly as he entered the bar.

He had been walking down the side of the street when an old, rusted building had caught his eye. As he got closer, he could see a battered yellow sign flashing the words "Underground." Curious, Harry set out to explore.

He made his way through the surprisingly full dance floor and over to the bar. Stopping to look at the band, he didn't pay much attention to the bartender.

"What'll ya'h have?" Inquired a thick Irish accent.

Harry's eyes snapped open, and he quickly turned around.

"Seamus!"

Seamus Finnigan looked at him in shock for a moment, then rushed around from behind the bar to greet him. Harry laughed joyously.

"Harry, mate! Where have you been?" He asked, still looking at him in awe.

"A bit of everywh - " Harry stopped short. He noticed a ring on the finger of his former classmate. "Did you get married?"

Seamus grinned at him.

"Engaged. Lavender makes me where this so people think that were married. We've been trying to get an owl to you for ages!"

"Really?"

The young man nodded again.

"You bet. We weren't about to get married without you there to see it! So," he realized that they had gotten off track, "where have you been?"

Harry shrugged.

"A bit of everywhere, like I said. For the past month, though, I have been teaching Defense at Hogwarts. I'm actually quite surprised you didn't know."

"Well, me and Lav went on a bit of a vacation to the states. Were there for a whole month and a half."

"Really? Which state?" Harry inquired curiously.

"New York."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it." He said enthusiastically. "You really should head out there sometime."

Harry smiled at him.

"I lived there for quite some time, actually."

"No way - " He was cut short by a voice from behind the bar.

"Seamus?" It spoke rather loudly.

The raven haired young man grinned, he knew that voice.

"Let me." He whispered in a low voice to Seamus.

"Seamus?" The voice came more forcefully.

Harry snuck up behind the bar and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, hun?"

She swung around, shocked.

"Harry?" She squealed, jumping into his arms.

"Hey Lavender." He said softly.

She hugged him tightly for a moment, then, to his surprise, pulled back quickly and slapped him across the face.

"Where have you been?" She demanded.

Harry rolled his eyes, starting to wish he had never left.

"Ask your fiance."

Seamus came over and joined them, and they talked for at least a quarter of an hour more.

"I hate to say it," Harry said regretfully, "but I have to go. Ron and Hermione didn't exactly know I had left the house..."

He trailed of uncertainly.

"On house arrest are you?" Lavender grinned, as he nodded mock ruefully. "Oh, don't give us that sad look, you deserve it. It's good your back. We've missed you."

Harry cheeks when a tinge pink.

"Thank you. I missed you guys too. I'll owl you."

"And we'll owl you are wedding invitation."

"Will do."

"Oh, and Harry?"

"Katie Bell, you remember, the Chaser from school?" Harry nodded, and she continued. "Well, she came in here asking for you before we left a month or two ago. Maybe you should look her up?" Seamus suggested in an offhand way that Harry knew all to well. "After all, you are going to be needing a date for the wedding."

He rolled his eyes.

"Goodbye Seamus." He replied chuckling, though deep inside, think that may not be such a bad idea. "Goodbye Lavender."

Rosalyn sat at the desk of the headmasters office, waiting to here her fate. The old mage sitting behind the desk glanced at her sadly before sighing softly.

"You are, in fact, under a spell."

She looked at him confusedly.

"You mean I was under a spell, right?"

"I'm afraid not. It seems that you had fallen out of love with Harry for quite some time, now."

"How - wha - why?"

Rosalyn didn't know what to think.

Dumbledore began speaking again.

"It's called the 'Curse of Heartbreak.' It causes the person who is cursed to have a magnified love for the person whom they have feelings for. There is one condition, however. The person who you have feelings for must be in love with you. It causes that person, in this case Harry, to have an extreme magnification on their feelings. After a while, the person who is cursed will begin to break it, unknowingly to themselves."

Rose was still confused.

"What is the point?"

He looked at her sadly.

"To tear down the person whom loves you so much that they will try to hurt themselves, or worse."

"Why would somebody want to do that to me?"

Dumbledore sighed again.

"Not you. Harry. It seems that somebody has it in for him once again."

"PROFESSOR!"

The old mage turned around quickly to see his former student's, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger's, heads in the fireplace.

"What is it?" He asked alarmed.

Hermione put her head in her hands.

"Harry's gone. We can't find him anywhere."

Albus put his head into his hands. How could he have trusted two twenty year olds to watch Harry? Although Harry was still nineteen for another couple of months, he was a trained Phoenix agent. After all, he had escaped many situations like this, guarded by dozens of Death Eaters. How could he have been so naive.

Harry snuck around the wards of the Weasley/Granger residence, staying low. He could see Hermione and Ron sitting in the living room, looking extremely horrified.

Smiling slightly, Harry made his way to the house. He heard Dumbledore speaking as he entered.

"Don't worry," Albus told his distressed best friends., "we'll find him."

"I see no need," he put in wryly from the background, "as I'm right here."

"Harry Potter!"

"Yes?" He asked innocently, as if nothing had happened.

Albus smiled, Harry would never change.

"So, you called?" He asked Dumbledore.

"No, you half wit, we called." Ron told him angrily.

"Oh. Whatever about?" He smiled inwardly.

Ron was pissed.

"Harry, don't - make - me - hurt - you."

The Potter boy snorted.

"As if you could."

Hermione watched as her best friend sprawled out on the couch, making himself comfortable. She tried to hide a smile as Ron would defend himself, and Harry would counter with a subtle insult that seemed appropriate. Finally, the red haired Weasley had had enough and stormed out of the room.

She turned to Harry.

"Was that really necessary?" She asked strictly.

"No," he winked at her, "but it was fun."

She shook her head and changed the subject.

"You seem like you're in a better mood."

"Yes," Harry agreed with a nod of his head, "but I'm sure Albus doesn't want to sit around here all day. I'm sorry, was there anything that you wanted to talk about?"

"Nothing that can't wait. I'll firecall you tomorrow."

"Alright," He gave him a smile and a small wave, "goodnight, then."

"Sleep well."

With that, he was gone.

"As I said before," Hermione started, "you seem like you're in a better mood."

"Yes," he smiled at her, "I am."

"May I ask why?"

Harry looked at her silently for a minute.

"No, you may not."

Harry walked down Diagon Alley looking for anything interesting to buy. So far he had had no luck, but he kept searching. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sign that said, 'Inspired by Muggles: New Wizarding Electronics!' Thinking it might be interesting, Harry made his way into the store.

As Harry entered the shop, he felt like he had just stepped into the 'Star Trek' Museum. They had everything from electronic shower heads, to electronic personal robots. What caught Harry's eye, however, was an item that looked somewhat like a cell phone. He made his way to it and read the label.

Trona Portana Communications Presents the Call Anything Communicator! Use to firecall, visual call, and everything in between. EVEN MUGGLES! Comes with a built in directory. Get yours today!

Harry smiled in somewhat surprise. This would have been nice during the war.

He looked at all the different models that were there, trying to decide which to buy. One of the smaller ones caught his attention. When he picked it up, he noted that it was fairly light.

He would buy it.

Walking over to the store clerk, he noticed a wall of colored covers for the communicator. His eyes lit up when he saw the words 'Ask the Clerk for Specially Made Covers!' Harry grinned. That's just what he would do.

Twenty minutes later, he left the store with three 'Face Plates.' One that was scarlet and had the words "Gryffindor Lions" in gold writing. Another was deep navy and had the word "Quidditch" on it in light silver. The last plate was the one that Harry was most proud of. It was a simple black, with an extraordinary looking Phoenix on it, almost a replica of Fawkes.

Harry made his way to the Ice Cream parlor, and ordered a Double Chocolate cone with sprinkles. He at it hungrily, and was almost tempted to buy another. He stopped himself, however, when he realized he had yet to complete his mission for the day: Call Katie Bell, and ask for a date.

"Good thing it had a directory." He told himself and he started the communicator.

"Good Afternoon!" It chirped at him.

"Shut up." He mumbled as he pressed the mute button. "Here it is. Directory: Enter the name of the person whom you would like to contact."

He pressed the buttons that spelled out 'Katie Bell.'

It pulled up a data screen with her name, firecall number, house name(Harry chuckled slightly as he read 'the Quaffle Court.), age, and birthday.

He clicked on the firecall button, and soon her face popped into the screen.

"Hello?" Katie's sweet voice came on the line.

"Katie?" His own voice sounded harsh, as if it hadn't been used in a while, though Harry did not know why.

"Yes." She said slowly. "Who is this?"

"It - It's Harry. Harry Potter." He said quietly, hoping he wasn't loosing his nerve.

The line was silent for a moment.

"Harry?" She whispered, "It's really you?"

"Yes, it is."

"Oh Harry! I missed you so much! Where have you been?"

Harry smiled slightly as began rambling on, asking questions and not leaving any time for him to answer.

'It's now or never.' He thought to himself.

"Would you have dinner with me tomorrow?"

Again, the line fell silent.

"I - I'd love to, Harry."

He could have whooped with relief.

"Great, I'll pick you up at six then?" He said, trying to remain calm.

"Alright, then."

"And Katie?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Dress nice, alright?" He told her.

"Alright."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Harry clicked the 'End Conversation' button and grinned. He was actually going on a date with Katie Bell.

He had better go buy something for her.

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Authors Notes: Ducks tomatoes I know I promised I would post yesterday, however, I did not. :( I have an excuse though! It was my birthday on monday and I was really in no mood to write. Also, if anyone has any ideas on a good ending for this story, please tell me. I have an idea of how it will go, but I am not quite sure. Don't worry though, it won't be at least for 5 or 6 more chapters. Thank you.

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 15

"Hello Mr. Weasley, would it be an inconvenience to speak to Harry at the moment?"

"Er - "

Ron Weasley glanced uncertainly up the stairs of his house, to the small room where Harry had been hiding for the last two hours.

"I don't quite know." He answered the mage meekly. "Why don't - " he stopped for a moment, thinking, "why don't you firecall his new little gadget."

He nodded thoughtfully.

"I guess that could work. I was really wondering if he could come to Hogwarts for a bit."

"Who?" Came a new voice.

Albus smiled slightly.

"You."

Harry glanced at his wizarding watch.

"Could this wait? I kind of have plans." He looked up at Dumbledore uncertainly.

"It would only take a moment, really. A few of the professors and I are having dinner to make the final arrangements with the ministry for our summer resort, so I will have to be leaving soon."

"Well," Harry tugged the color of his robe. "Eh - I mean -"

The old wizard smiled down on the boy.

"Why are you all dressed up?"

The raven haired boy smiled slightly.

"I have a date."

Ron looked at him in surprise.

"You have a date?" Harry nodded. "I thought that you were still in your grieving stage about Rosalyn."

Shaking his head, Harry explained.

"Well, last night when I left, I was trying to get my mind of her, so I went to an old pub down on Birmingham Lane. When I was there, I saw Seamus and Lavender. Seamus told me that someone had been asking about me and that maybe I should give her a call. So," he tugged his collar once again, "I did. I figured it was time to move on."

Dumbledore nodded proudly, then asked, a bit curiously, "Who is she?"

Harry shot a sheepish look at Ron.

"Katie Bell."

"WHAT?" Ron all but yelled.

"You heard me." Harry said, with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Katie Bell? As in my brothers Ex - Fiance?"

"That's the one." Harry winked at him, smirking.

Albus had to smile. The boy really had a knack for making the best out of horrible situations.

The Weasley boy's mouth was hanging open.

"You catch flies that way, you know."

He shut it at once.

"Harry, why -?"

Harry cut him off.

"Sorry, best be going. Goodbye Albus! And Ron?"

Harry was grinning, the Headmaster decided that was not a good sign.

There was a moments silence, then he spoke.

"Don't wait up."

And with that, he shot out the door.

Ron's fists clenched.

"Bloody prat."

Still smiling slightly, Harry knocked on the door to the flat that he had apparated to. There was a click, then it flew open.

"Harry?!" Somebody squealed.

It wasn't Katie.

Before he knew it, he was developed into a giant bear hug.

"Angelina! Air has become an issue!" Harry managed to gasp out.

"Harry Potter, where have you been?" The old chaser stated angrily.

Harry looked at his watch. By his calculations, he was five minutes early.

"What?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Come in." She motioned him through the door, and had him settle on the couch. Then, turning to the stairs, she yelled, "Katie Bell! You did not tell us that you were going on a date with Harry Potter!"

He blushed at put his head in his hands.

A few minutes later, Katie emerged from the stairs.

"Hi." She said shyly.

Harry smiled back at her.

"You look beautiful."

It was the truth. Her blonde hair had been pulled on the top of her head in an elegant twist, with a few strands falling into her face. Her dress robes were made of a light purple material, which matched the shadow on her eyes.

"Thank you. You looked great, too."

He gave her a smile that only he could, and then offered her his hand.

"Shall we go, then?"

Rosalyn was confused. From what she had understood, Harry had been very upset, and now he was going on a date. She couldn't help but feel a little bit put out.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice someone walking up the stairs towards her.

"Oof!"

Both began tumbling down the stairs.

"Are you alright?" Somebody asked from underneath her.

"I'm fine." She started to say bitterly, then stopped as she looked at him. "Hi." She said breathlessly.

The man smiled slightly at her.

"Are you really alright? That was kind of a nasty spill, wasn't it?"

She blushed slightly.

"Sorry."

"No, no!" The man hurriedly corrected, looking into her eyes. He seemed stunned for a moment, then continued in a voice much quieter than the one he had been using before. So quite, it was barely understandable. "My fault, really."

Someone behind them coughed.

"Remus, we had better get going."

Remus Lupin smiled at her again, this time in a bit of confusion.

"Er - could you, um?"

He gestured to the position that they were in.

"Oh!" She said, going red the face.

Getting off of him, she noticed his cheeks were quite red also.

"Well, goodbye Rosalyn."

"Please," she waved her hand, "call me Rose."

He studied her for a moment.

"Alright, Rose it is then. Goodnight."

Dumbledore and Remus walked away, and Rose couldn't help but glance at his backside as he left.

A small smile quirked her lips as she made her way to the guest sweet to pack up her things.

"And then - " Harry laughed vigorously again, "I had security come and take them to prison."

Katie spit out the drink in her mouth.

"I can't believe you!" She said through laughs. "Who would dare do that to their own Professors."

Harry grinned at her.

"Me."

She rolled her eyes, then smiled.

"I don't know, Harry. I could never pull of something like that. Why did you do it?"

His eyes twinkled flirtatiously.

"So I could have something to impress my dates with."

"You don't need the story to impress someone." She said in a dazed voice, then clamped a hand over her mouth.

Harry laughed gently.

"Really?" She nodded. "Tell me, then, what is so impressive about me?"

Katie was almost shocked. Harry was always a bit shy when she was in school. But then again, he was only fifteen when she graduated.

His eyes were glittering with humor

"Well..."

Harry laughed again.

"I was kidding. You don't have to."

Katie smiled and blushed.

Harry looked at the clock in surprise.

"We've been here for three hours?"

"What?" Katie asked incredulously. "That can't be right. It feels like we just barely got here."

Harry nodded, a bit distractedly, then turned to her suddenly.

"Do you want to get out of here? Get some fresh air? Maybe go for a walk somewhere?"

She surveyed him for a minute, then slid her hand across the table to meet his. He gave her a closed-lipped, slightly crooked smile, and upturned his palm to hold her own.

"Maybe though, we could go back for drinks at your place?" She suggested offhandedly.

"Hmm. I don't really have a place right now, actually. But I do know somewhere that we could go." He added quickly, catching her embarrassed expression. "Are you sure - " The question was left unfinished.

"I'm sure."

Her eyes were glowing with a mixture of humor, delight, and - passion? Keeping her stare, he nodded slowly. There was something in here eyes that he didn't like.

"Alright. Let's go."

Harry paid the bill and then the two set off. He felt her arms slide around his waste, and then move lower down his back. Her fingers began tracing circles on him.

He stopped at glanced at her curiously.

"Don't you think that we're moving a little f -?"

Her lips pressed against his own, dividing them forcefully. He felt her arms protectively slide around his head and hold him in place as her tongue explored.

Harry was to stunned to move. What was happening?

A sudden realization hit him; he was running out of air.

He pushed her away gently, but forcefully and gulped in as much oxygen as possible. Closing his eyes, he took deep gasps. His head shot back up as he heard the sound of perfume being sprayed. He had smelled that before...

"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked, in what sounded like concern.

He found he couldn't mutter coherent sentences.

"Shh. Shh." Katie told him, and pulled him into another passionate kiss, before apparating them to her flat.

While leading Harry to the bedroom, she had to struggle with the task of riding him of his shirt and pants. She didn't mind all that much, though. The coming prize was worth more than she could have ever imagined.

'This is going to be fun.' She thought as she pulled a handkerchief out of the drawer next to her bed.

Harry moaned as he was being pushed onto the bed. What was happening? Why couldn't he see?

He felt a cold liquid being splashed onto his chest. He tried to reach a hand up to wipe it off, but something stopped him.

A rope.

His body jerked upwards as another batch of the icy liquid was poured into his boxers. Something was pushed into his mouth. His mind vaguely registered that it was a bottle.

Harry coughed.

"What's the matter, baby, you don't like the wine?" A voice cooed gently, but seductively. "No problem, lets get down to business."

A gust of air sent shivers down his spine as he was stripped of his last article of clothing.

There was silence.

"Wow."

Hermione and Ron were starting to get worried.

"Alright, he said don't wait up. But honestly, this is ridiculous. It's four thirty in the morning."

"Maybe we should call Dumbledore." Ron suggested.

They didn't need to, though, as that very minute, the door to their flat burst open, and their best friend came in, looking horrible.

"Harry! Where have you been?" Hermione asked, concerned.

Harry moaned, and in a husky voice, requested water.

Ron hurried into the kitchen, and the brunette gently led Harry to the couch. A few moments later, Harry was handed a glass of water, which was gone quickly.

"More." He said, pushing the glass back at the Weasley boy.

Three more times this occurred.

"Harry, what happened?" Hermione inquired gently, brushing the hair out of his forehead.

The boy moaned once more, and muttered something not understandable.

"What was that, kid?" Came a new, concerned voice.

"Sirius! We didn't wake you, did we?"

Sirius Black looked at them wryly, "No, you didn't." He said sarcastically.

"Sorry."

"What happened to him."

The ex-convict all but pushed his godsons friends out of the way.

"We don't know."

"Harry? Kiddo? Can you here me?"

Harry nodded forcefully.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"She used me." He said, as if that was suppose to explain everything.

"Could you explain please, Harry?"

He looked up desperately.

"She took advantage of me, Sirius."

"How?"

Harry shook his head, but stopped quickly, as it made him dizzy.

"I don't know. I knew something was wrong, but I stayed. There was just something familiar, comforting there. Until we left."

"What happened when you left?"

Harry pulled his knees to his chest and grabbed his head.

"I don't know. I just remember thinking that he per -" he stopped, "She had the same perfume as Rosalyn the night that we got married."

Sirius sucked in a great amount of air.

That's how it had happened.

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Chapter: 16
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Authors Notes: I was extremely surprised by the overwhelming amount of reviews I had when I posted that I might cut down the story. Almost all of them, with one or two exceptions, were good. I have decided to continue with the regular version. I know that lately I have not been posting regularly, and I am very sorry. Let me try to explain, I have been having some very bad health problems, and I went in for surgery on Tuesday. Don't worry though, I am on what I like to call "House Arrest" for the next few days, so be expecting a lot of updates. Thank you very much. -Epholge

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CHAPTER 16 - CATCH ME IF YOU CAN...

Harry looked up desperately at Sirius.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Sadly, the ex-convict shook his head, although his godson swore he could see a small smile playing on his lips.

"Nope. Madame Pomprey says that you will be here for at least two more days. Then you can go with the others."

"Why can't I go now?" He whined.

Now, Sirius really did smile, which irritated Harry to the bone.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," he said in mock sadness, "little boys who aren't careful when they play with toys get hurt. Now what kind of godfather would I be if I let my accidentprone godson out on the loose again."

Harry blushed, but still looked at his godfather, annoyed.

"Sirius! It was a stupid mistake and it wont happen again."

"You're right it wont, because you're never, do you hear me, never, getting on that broomstick again."

Sirius smirked at him...

Harry smirked right back.

"Alright." He said innocently.

"Now listen here, Harry Potter - " he stopped speaking, "what did you say?"

"I said fine, Sirius. If you don't want me to get on my broomstick again, I wont. After all, it really wasn't a smart investment, getting that Firebolt II, was it?" He shook his head in sadness. "I guess I'll just have to sell it back."

Sirius couldn't believe his ears. His godson was agreeing with him?

"A - alright, then. I'm glad we agree."

Harry smiled sweetly at him.

"Me too, Padfoot."

"I guess I should get going. Bye then."

"Goodbye."

"Harry? One more thing. Don't worry. Everyone is going to have a chance to do a broomstick relay at the summer house. Don't worry, you'll get yours."

Harry's eyes narrowed with mischief as the hospital wing door closed.

"As will you, Sirius. As will you."

Two days came and went, and before Harry knew it, he was on a muggle airplane, heading to a small tropical island, of which Harry did not know the name.

It was decided that it would be much to crowded to head to the Caribbean islands. Because of that, the teachers and a few extra people would be staying on there own private island this summer.

"How much longer until we get there? My head is killing me."

Harry rubbed his temples.

Remus looked at the boy sadly.

"I'm sorry. It's one of the side effects to the reverse spell."

Harry waved at him to stop talking.

"I know, I know. But that doesn't make it any less painful."

The werewolf nodded.

"I think I'm going to rest for a little bit. I'm pretty tired."

"Alright."

Harry put the pillow to his head, and turned slightly to the side. It turned out to be more uncomfortable than the position he was in before. For five more minutes he tried to find a comfortable way to sleep, but didn't.

Letting out a puff of exasperation, he looked over at Remus and was irritated to see his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Think this is funny, do you?"

He shook his head, trying, and failing miserably, to suppress a laugh. Harry started to glare at him, however was interrupted by a brilliant idea.

He laid the pillow on the werewolf's legs, turned to put his head on it, and closed his eyes.

"That's much better." He said through a yawn.

"Maybe fore you." Remus grumbled.

Harry smiled sleepily.

"tha's ur fa'lt fer laug'n at me." He said, barely understandable through the slurs.

Harry laid on the beach, enjoying the peace and quiet.

"This is the life."

He reached over and grabbed his drink.

Extremely happy with the tan he was getting, Harry was more than a little upset when someone stepped into his light.

"Could you move it, please?" He said, without opening his eyes.

All of a sudden, a blast of cold water flooded his body.

"What the hell was that for!" He fumed, turned in the opposite direction of the person, trying his best to get the liquid off of him.

"My, my, Harry. You are in a bad mood today, aren't you?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You would be to, Albus, if every time you got some peace and quiet, someone came along and disturbed you."

"So very sorry, your Majesty." Came a new sarcastic voice.

"Sod off, Snape."

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Remus chimed in. "Ouch! Minvera, what was that for!"

"Remus Lupin, you know full well what that was for!"

The werewolf turned away, muttering something about power-hungry professors.

Harry laughed a bit.

"Was there a reason you decided to drop a bucket of ice cold water on me?" He said, somewhat coldly.

"Yes."

Harry waited for him to continue, he didn't.

"Well?" He said impatiently.

Dumbledore surveyed him with amusement in his eyes.

"I don't think I'm going to tell you anymore. I don't appreciate being yelled at."

With that, he walked away.

Harry sighed in exasperation, and turned to his college's and Remus.

"I'm going out. I'll be back later."

It turned out that Harry was back later. Fifteen hours later to be exact.

"Where have you been?" Sirius questioned firmly.

Harry looked at him, amused.

"Shagging all the girls on the island."

Sirius gripped his hair in his hands.

"You're going to send me to an early grave."

"At least you'll have lots of grandbabies."

Harry grinned as a hateful glare was sent his way.

"I'm kind of tired. I'm going to turn in."

Sirius smirked.

"Oh no your not. You were out all night. You missed your sleeping time. Get in the Kitchen, breakfast is about to start."

"Alright."

With that he walked into the kitchen, attempting to hide a smile.

"This food is great." Harry complimented, eying five people's plates happily.

"Yes, it is." Remus said, as he finished the last of his food.

The others completed theirs shortly after.

Albus noticed the small smile that would not be erased from Harry's face.

"What did you think Sirius?" He asked innocently.

"It was excellent." He agreed.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Albus groaned.

"Harry, what did you do?"

He grinned at him, then clapped his hands twice.

Four pairs of eyes went blank.

Harry smiled.

"How about a little breakfast music guys?"

Albus put his head in his hands, as his most respected Phoenix agents burst into song.

"...It's fun to stay at the Y...M...C...A. It's fun to stay at the...Y...M...C...A."

Harry rolled on the ground laughing.

When the song ended, the four looked at Harry, murder in their eyes.

"You die now, Potter!"

Harry ran off singing.

"Y...M...C...A!"

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, and Mundundus Fletcher ran after him.

Those seated at the table paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha!" They heard Harry's voice.

"POTTER!"

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 17

FLASHBACK

"Waite 3 minutes, bring the Erklings to the west gate, and hold there until you see me over the top of the hill. Can I continue?"

The raven haired child nodded.

"When you see me, send them into the castle. Send them to the Chamber Serpent guarder. It is crucial that they make him understand the impor - "

"Sirius! - "

"Don't interrupt. Listen - to - me. We need to know if we have his help. If not, we will have to storm the castle. You give me the signal, and if needed, I'll bring the squad down."

"I understand."

Harry Potter watched as his godfather and a small group, consisting of Aurors and Pheonix Agents, climbed onto Porlocks and rode away.

One minute gone...Was that a noise?

Two minutes gone...Why won't they just trust me to do this?

Three minutes gone.

"Lets go." He hissed in Parsletounge.

They made there why quietly to the west gate of the castle. Every so often, Harry would cast silencing charms around them to be certain that no one heard what he was telling the creatures.

"It is crucial for you to get the Chamber Serpent on our side. However, it is not crucial enough for you to risk your lives. Stay there until you here my signal, or until you fear your lives. Alright?"

The creatures nodded.

"Now we wait for Sirius."

And they waited.

Thirteen minutes past...I'm sure they just hit a bad patch of brush.

Fifteen minutes past...You're being paranoid.

Seventeen minutes past...They should have been here by now.

Seventeen minutes and twenty-one seconds past...I'm going in.

"We won't wait longer. Go in. Stay until you have his word, or until he threatens you. If so, locate me. I don't know what has happened to the others. I'm going to find out. Go now."

Harry watched the Erklings until they were in the door, and then set off at a run toward the forest.

He stopped suddenly. Something wasn't right.

He studied his surroundings. Trees...water...brush... Everything was alright there.

'Something is wrong. But..." he stopped short. There it was.

There, in the forest, were Fwoopers. Fwoopers weren't native to this forest.

Hurriedly, Harry flicked his wand.

"Point Me."

The wand began spinning in his hand.

"Anti-direction spells."

This was not good.

Pocketing his wand, Harry pulled a long sword out from his belt.

"I guess I'll have to do this on my own."

BAM!

The doors to the Serpent Castle slammed open, and the Erklings ran out. Harry consulted his watch. It had only been four minutes.

He turned to the creatures.

"What happened?"

"He said he would never fight for Albus Dumbledore or the Light Side. He has two Aurors captured."

Harry thought quickly, almost in a panic.

"Get in the forest, take out the Fwoopers. Put your charms up, though. Their song will make you crazy. Go now, find the others. They are probably freezing. Here - " he brought out his wand and conjured up many blankets, "take these to them. When they're in alright condition get them back to the Hogwarts. Alert Dumbledore that I am going to need backup. If not - " he glanced at the Mansion, "I won't make it out alive. Go now."

They made there way to the forest.

Harry turned in the opposite direction an ran with all of his might toward the lake. As he ran, he pulled out a piece of some Advanced Gillyweed and began chewing.

He dived head first into the lake and began swimming. He had to get around to the back of the castle quickly, the Advanced Gillyweed may have allowed you to speak underwater, but it only lasted for about twenty minutes.

After what seemed like an eternity, his eyes spotted the shore. When he finally reached it, he came up above the water and took in a large gulp of air.

END FLASHBACK

"HARRY!"

"Wha -?"

"Harry, are you alright?" A voice asked urgently.

"Huh?"

Harry opened his eyes slowly. Standing above him was his godfather, and Albus Dumbledore.

"Are you alright?" Sirius inquired eagerly.

"Fine." Harry muttered, embarrassed.

He sat up rather quickly, and became very dizzy in the head. Lying back down, Harry groaned.

"Stupid memories." He whispered under his breath.

Dumbledore caught it.

"You've been having dreams about the war?" He asked, sadly.

Seeing as there was no use to deny it, Harry nodded, ashamed.

"Kiddo, why didn't you tell me?"

Harry raised an amused eyebrow at him.

"I'm not really a kid anymore, Sirius." He said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "I'm nineteen."

"Going on thirty." Came a new voice.

"Remus!" Harry exclaimed happily.

"Harry." Dumbledore said firmly, knowing what the boy was doing.

Harry sighed and looked down at his feet.

"I'm fine."

"Tell us about your dream, then."

Looking up again, he grimaced.

"I don't want to." He said to the adults, sounding like a little child who was afraid of a wild storm.

Remus placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tell us, Harry."

He sighed in defeat.

"I was just remembering that time that Sirius, and Ol' Mundy got caught by the Chamber Serpent."

The others winced. That had not been a good experience for any of them. Especially Harry.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. Do you want a dreamless sleep potion?"

"No thank you. I think I'm going to go out for a bit, alright?"

He smiled to reassure them.

"Alright. Be safe, child." Albus cautioned gently.

Harry's memory was painful to all in the room. No one more so than Sirius. Not because of the pain that he, himself had suffered. But for the pain of his godson.

There had been a traitor in the group. They had found out after it was to late. He had been caught along with Mundundus Fletcher. They had been tortured using various curses, and were bleeding very badly by the time the angry cry from the Serpent had come, signaling their rescue.

Their rescue came in the form of a fifteen year old boy, supposedly in the Hospital Wing from a bad bludger during a Quidditch match.

He grinned sadly at them.

"Need some help there."

They realized what he was about to do a split second after it was to late.

"NO!"

He set them free. But to do so, he had sacrificed himself.

The boy was bound up on the wall, going through the same pain that they had been, moments before, only this time, magnified as much as possible without killing him.

Blood was dripping from his body everywhere. Liquid was leaking from his eyes.

His head lifted up slightly.

"Go." He whispered forcefully. "Get help."

They had never gotten to Harry.

He had escaped three days later, only two hours before the rescue squad were made to leave the castle.

It was an experience that everybody in the wizarding world knew, and wished they didn't.

The pictures of the boy had graced the paper the next morning. With all the cuts, bruises, and heavy injuries, the boy still had his dazzling smile.

This was why he won the Daily Prophets Most Charming Smile Award, much to his dismay.

At least he got a laugh out of that.

Of course, Harry had beaten the Chamber Serpent, and his castle had become a useful command center for the Order.

Sirius had to hope that, with all the strange things going on, they would never have to use it again.

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 18
Hands in his pockets, Harry walked down the side of the beach. His shirt was left unbuttoned, leaving him to enjoy the night breeze on his chest. His bare feet were getting slightly wet as the water hit them. Everything was perfect, and he loved it.

When he had lived in the Hawaiian Islands, Harry had walked on the beach like this very often, exploring in his mind the possibilities his life would have held if he, at one point, had done something different.

In all honesty, Harry's life had headed in a completely different direction than expected. Not to long ago, his dream was to defeat Voldemort, be a seeker on the England's quidditch team, and have a family. Well, so far he was one for three. And most likely, that was as close to fulfilling his dream life as it would come. It was true that he could easily become the new seeker for England, but he found that he quite enjoyed teaching Defense at Hogwarts. As for having a family, Harry knew that it was never possible.

It had been a harsh awakening in Harry's seventh year to find out that he would never be able to have children. Voldemort had made certain of that during one of their battles.

Harry shook his head at the memory.

Voldemort's red eyes gleaming evilly, the curse, and the words spoken: No other true Potter will ever live on this earth.

Sitting himself on the beach, he began thinking once again about what could be different in his life, and what it would feel like to be a father.

Harry sat like this for a long while, until the only light in the sky was that of the florescent moon. Then he stood suddenly, wiped a single tear off of his cheek, and began walking home.

When he reached the door outside he paused for a moment, and checked to make sure there were no signs of pain on his face. Then, with a small sigh, he entered the house.

"'Arry!" A voice boomed.

Harry froze in shock. It couldn't possibly be who he thought.

"Hagrid?" He whispered, barely daring to believe it. "Is it really you?"

The half giant nodded, and Harry rushed to him. In an instant he was developed into a bone crushing hug.

"Harry, yeh've grown." Hagrid smiled down on him, tears in his eyes.

"Not near you still." He said, voice a little strained for disbelief.

Hagrid laughed a little.

"But it's enough."

Not for the first time that night, tears began falling down his face.

"I missed you so much." He said so quietly that he wasn't even sure it was out loud.

Harry did not notice that he was still in his old friends arms, nor did he notice that another had entered the room.

"I see you've finally come home." Came the excited voice of Albus Dumbledore.

Harry nodded quickly, and, pulling away from Hagrid, wiped the tears off his face.

Albus looked at him expectantly.

"I was just down on the beach." He explained.

"Ahh. I see. I hate to break up this happy reunion, but you both need your rest. Hagrid, you especially."

"But Professor Dumbledore! I've been asleep for three years!"

Dumbledore smiled at him.

"Hagrid, a magical coma hardly counts for sleep, although I will spare you from your bed at the moment because I need to speak to you. You," he turned toward Harry, "on the other hand, have not slept in quite a while if I am correct. Which I am. Go to your room, now."

Harry rolled his eyes, and mumbled grumpily, "Yes, Dad," as he walked away.

"Oh, and Harry?"

"What?" He said, turning around in mock irritation.

"No leaving your room tonight. You're grounded."

Harry looked back in shock.

"You're grounding me?" He asked incredulously.

"Disappearing two nights in a row without a punishment? I don't think so." Albus said seriously, trying to stop his eyes from twinkling.

"I'm nineteen years old! I think I am old enough to decide what I can and can't do!"

"And you also think that you are old enough to make wise choices?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I see. So why don't you tell Hagrid about your broomstick collision the other day."

Harry blushed, and shuffled his foot on the ground, embarrassed.

"I'll be in my room, then."

He didn't see the two smiling pairs of eyes as he made his way up the stairs. Nor did he hear the voice exclaiming in shock, "Look at 'im! He's all grown up!"

Harry sat in his desk, trying to keep himself occupied.

For the first, well, second time in his life, he was grounded.

A red tinge hit his face as he thought of the last time he had been grounded.

FLASHBACK (A/N: This contains slightly sexual content, nothing graphic, don't be offended.)

Harry ran his fingers through her long, black hair as she pulled him into another long kiss.

He knew that he should be considering what he was doing. After all, he was only fifteen. And just barely that by a few months.

He didn't have time to have second thoughts. For he was already pressed against the door of the broom closet, shirtless. The fifth year Slytherin female that had accompanied him to the enclosed space was pressed against him with full force.

They pair banged against the door just as a group of people, chatting, walked past the door outside.

The noise outside stopped, but Harry and his lover did not notice. The Slytherin was almost finished unzipping his pants when the door opened and both of them fell to the ground.

"...Potter?" Came the incredulous voice of Professor McGonagall.

Harry looked up, and dread washed over him.

There, standing before him, were three of his Professors, and much to his horror, Albus Dumbledore.

Harry smiled nervously.

"Hi?"

The Slytherin was clinging to him, her head on his shoulder.

Snape looked from Harry, to the girl he was holding in him arms, horrified.

"Zabini?"

The girl nodded, blushing.

It seemed all the teachers were too shocked to think.

"20 points from Slytherin, and detention, Zabini. Now get back to your common room."

Blaise nodded again, pulled her shirt on, and headed away.

The teachers were still staring at him.

"I guess I'll just get going, then?"

"Harry?"

The boy who lived looked up at his headmaster, fearing for his life.

"You're grounded."

END FLASHBACK

Well, Harry decided, this wasn't going to do. He couldn't stay locked up in this room all night. He'd go crazy.

Harry crept silently to the door, and opened it slightly.

"Don't even think about it, Potter." Professor McGonagall, who was inconveniently walking by, said.

Harry closed the door with a roll of his eyes.

"Plan B then..."

"Harry is in his room, then?"

"Yes. He tried to get out, but Minerva stopped him."

Albus smiled slightly, then it vanished as he thought about the boys history.

"It's amazing, after all that he has been through, he is still so strong."

Remus nodded sadly.

"Even recently. With the curse and all."

"Yes, it's amazing all he's been able to endure."

"Rosalyn, she must have been strong to break that curse."

Minerva nodded sadly.

"You saw what it did to her, though. The pain...I don't think that I could have handled it."

"Who's Rosalyn?" Hagrid asked.

Albus shook his head.

"I can't explain it all right now, Hagrid. But Rosalyn was Harry's wife."

"Oh." Hagrid couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Why did the curse physically hurt her?" Sirius asked.

"Well," Remus chimed up thoughtfully, "when you break the curse, it is so strong emotionally, that it starts to effect you physically. Like the crutacious curse, for example."

"Oh." Was all Sirius said.

There was a silence, then Remus spoke up again.

"It's to bad that we couldn't have just apparated here. The headaches, not to mention the extra boost from the altitude, were killing him on the plane."

"I know, Rem, but with all that's going on..." Claire Sinistra placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We had to make sure Harry was safe."

Scratched and bleeding from climbing over the rose, and thorn covered picket fence, Harry ran down the street. When he came to the gate, he let out a gleeful whoop.

"Free at last."

He grinned.

Sirius consulted his watch.

"It's been an hour. Do you think he's gone crazy yet?"

Albus shook his head, smiling.

"We can't let him out."

"Why not?" Remus laughed. "It would be so funny to watch him try and get mad at us."

"He needs to learn. Harry is a professor, now. He has to learn to stop partying like an animal."

"Well," Sirius said hesitantly, "maybe we should take him something to do, then? I don't know, something?"

Remus snorted.

"Well, that's very helpful."

Albus laughed a bit, and waved his hand toward the stairs.

"Go check on him."

The two nodded, and made there way up the stairs.

Minerva surveyed Albus.

"You know he's going to go crazy, don't you."

"No he wont," Remus said, running back down the stairs, "as he's gone."

Head in his hands, the old mage shook with silent laughter.

The boy barely lasted an hour.

"Let's get a search party going then, shall we?"

The others nodded, grinning.

"Then, we'll see how he does in a locked room with us watching him at all times."

Harry was sitting on a large rock next to the ocean, feet dangeling in the water.

"Where is he?"

He could recognize that voice anytime; Sirius.

Hiding behind the rock, Harry listened to the conversation as the group passed.

"We'll find him, and then he'll get the punishment of his life."

As they walked, they continued saying things like that.

After they had passed, Harry stood up from behind the stoop and grinned.

"Aww, how sweet. They're looking for me. Well," he grinned as only a Potter could, "catch me if you can."

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Authors Notes: So, I see that everyone is excited about the chase. Yay! Chases are fun.

I had some email reviews asking about my health condition, I think it is because people don't want me dying before I can finish my story! Anywho, I'm still very sick. But, I'm getting better. But do any of you know how hard it is for a high school freshman to catch up of three weeks of makeup work? cringes

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 19:

The Chase Is On...

Ron and Hermione sat at the table of the fanciest restaurant in town, waiting for their best friend, who had something important to tell them. They didn't know what he was going to tell them, though. Judging that their best friend was Harry Potter, it could be anything. Something as lighthearted as "Hey, I missed you!" Or something as dyer as "I'm going off to the battle. If I never see you again, I love you."

Harry had been known on many occasions to do both. So, naturally, the pair was a little nervous.

"Where is he?" Inquired Ron, a little concerned for his friends well-being.

"He'll be here soon, I'm sure of it." Hermione told him in a voice that meant no nonsense.

"Actually," came a wry voice from behind them, "he's already here."

"Harry!" Hermione shot up from the desk and gave him a hug. "Where have you been?"

He smiled at her and turned to give Ron the same greeting.

"Sorry, my flight arrived a little bit late. I hurried, I promise."

"You flew on an airplane?" His bushy-haired friend asked, her voice conveying her surprise.

Harry nodded as he took a seat.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Well, for the same reason that I had to fly down instead of apparate."

"Which is?" Hermione queried slowly, as if speaking to a small child.

"Our dear Professor Dumbledore," his friends grinned at the sarcasm in his voice, "decided that will all of the strange things that have happened to me lately, it would be best if I flew so that my magic couldn't be traced, just in case somebody was trying to find me." He paused for a moment, then took a sip of the water that had just been placed before him. "Which they are, now."

Smiling slightly at the shocked look on his friends faces, he explained.

"Not who you are thinking, though."

"Then who?" Ron asked in barely more than a whisper.

Harry winked at them.

"Make a guess."

The couple stared at him for a moment before the realization clicked in.

"You ran away!"

Harry grinned.

"Straight on, Hermione. I see you haven't lost your old talents."

They weren't smiling back.

"What?" He questioned.

"You - you're not going to leave us again, are you?" Ron asked nervously.

Harry sighed.

"I'll explain what I'm doing after we order. I'm starved."

"So," Ron began after the first round of food was disappearing from their table, "let me get this straight. You're going to New York to see an old friend of yours. And you want us to tell Sirius that you went to Aruba?"

"Exactly."

"And all because you got grounded?" Hermione almost laughed.

Harry scowled at her.

"I'm not two years old, you know."

"I know, I know."

"Well, I had better get going." Harry said, somewhat excitedly.

"You had better be back soon, Potter." Ron growled.

"I will."

Harry sat on the airplane, full of anticipation on seeing his old friend.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the flight attendants voice came over the intercom," we will be arriving in the LaGuardia airport in fifteen minutes time..." The woman then proceeded to give the connecting flight information.

The time went by slowly for Harry, but soon he was on the ground hailing a Taxi Cab to take him to Manhattan.

He grinned as the cab pulled to a halt.

After paying the driver, Harry grabbed his luggage and made his way up the steps to a penthouse which he had been inside many times before.

He knocked on the door and waited. There was a calling of 'Just a minute!" from the inside, and a few moments later the door swung open.

"Jason, just one - " She stopped dead in her tracks.

Harry grinned at her.

"Did you miss me?" He asked innocently, dropping his bags on the ground, and putting his arms out for a hug.

"HARRY!"

He laughed as she jumped into his arms.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He put her down, but she wouldn't release his neck.

"Tiffany, air has become an issue." He gasped out.

The flight attendant loosened her grip only slightly, and burried her head into his shoulders.

"I missed you so much." She said, barely understandable.

"I missed you too, Tiff."

He kissed her forehead, and pulled her chin up to look into his face.

"Mind if I stay with you for a while?"

She grinned.

"Of course I don't mind!"

Before Harry knew it, she was hugging him with full force once again.

Laughing quietly, Harry pulled her off of him.

"So, who is this Jason that you thought I was? Have you found someone to replace me?" He forced his face into a pouting puppy dog look.

"You know nobody could ever replace you. He just asked me out in the supermarket the other day, and I was kind of forced to say yes. But now," she beamed up at him, "I have a reason not to go!"

Harry shook his head.

"You don't have to stay because of me."

"I want to. Besides, I need to get you settled in. Go put your bags in your room, and I'll make you something to eat while I wait for Jason to come."

Harry looked at Tiffany, who was watching the movie intently. Glancing down at the popcorn in his hand, he grinned silently. He threw a kernel at her and then turned to television innocently.

Her head snapped to him sharply.

"Did you just throw popcorn at me?" She said slowly.

"Whatever are you talking about?" He asked in the most believable voice he could.

It didn't work.

"That's it, Potter. You are going to die."

Harry grinned at her.

Ten minutes later, both were covered in popcorn, laughing hysterically.

"You really do throw like a girl." Tiffany told him seriously.

"Hey! I do not!"

She nodded at him, and grinned. "Even worse than a girl actually."

"That's it."

Harry tackled her to the ground, effectively pinning her below him, and began tickling her.

"Harry stop!" She gasped out through the laughter.

"Only if you say "Harry Potter, please be my night in shining armor.""

Harry watched her as the wheels in her head turned.

"No. I have my own way of making you stop."

He gave her a suspicious look, and stopped tickling her.

"Like what?"

She surveyed him for a moment, then continued very softly.

"Like this."

Harry held his breath as she gently look his head into her hands and pulled him close. She took satisfaction in the way his eyes fluttered closed as she brushed her thumb gently across his lips. Then, finally, pulled him even more near to her, successfully closing the gap between their lips.

They stayed that way for quite a bit of time, until she finally released him.

"I think I'm in lo -"

Harry put a finger to her lips, effectively silencing her.

"Please," he said in no more than a whisper, "don't say it unless you really mean it. I - " he looked her straight in the eye, "I don't want to be hurt anymore."

She brushed a hand across his cheek.

"I love you, Harry."

Harry almost gasped from shock when a realization hit him.

"I - I think I love you, too."

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POLL...

What should Harry's summer job be?

1. Model(Again)

2. Lounge Singer

3. No Job, Just more time with Tiffany

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 20! (Holy crap, we are already to chapter 20!)

"It's official. I'm going to kill him."

Sirius Black was, to say the least, in a murderous mood. Three weeks ago his godson had disappeared from his window, and he still hadn't come home. To make matters worse, he had just received a letter from the boy in question, and it did nothing to make him feel any better about the current situation.

Sirius,

How's it going in the lovely United Kingdom? Do you miss me? Of course you do!

I must tell you, this really is all you and my dear colleagues fault. Grounding a nineteen year old! Who ever heard of such nonsense? Just so you know, I wont be coming back to the summer house, so don't count on it. Knowing you and your temperamental self, though, you'll just come looking for me!

You wanted a game of cat and mouse, you got it.

Your sweet and charming godson,

The one and only,

Harry Potter

He was going to give that boy a piece of his mind...if they found him.

'No.' He chided himself. 'You will get him, the little brat.'

"Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, how many times do I have to explain this to you?" Harry sighed.

"I'm sorry, but I was distracted."

"You, m'lady, are always distracted."

A glare of daggers was sent his way.

"Shut it, Potter."

"Tsk, Tsk. Language, m'love."

Tiffany rolled her eyes.

"Just because you are dressed like Romeo, doesn't mean you have to try and act like him."

"I already am like him. At least, previous lovers have said."

Harry smiled suggestively at her.

"You - how do you Brit's say it - insufferable prat?"

He grinned.

"Right on. But it doesn't fit with your American voice. It's to - I don't know - unrealistic?"

She glared at him again.

"You're so..." She paused trying to find a word.

"Sweet?"

"No."

"Charming?"

"No."

"Sexy?"

"...Annoying?"

Harry pouted.

"And here I was, thinking I was being all romantic."

"Romantic?"

Harry nodded vigorously

"In your dreams, Potter."

"That's not what I dream about."

"Never mind, then. Where did you come across this insanely stupid idea?"

Harry smiled down at her.

"A movie."

"What movie?"

He grinned at her.

"Hmm, I wonder."

Tiffany, Harry could see from his place above her, went beet red.

"You really are mean, you know."

Harry sighed in mock-sadness.

"Somebody's got to do it."

"And it had to be the person that I fell in love with?" She said, as Harry jumped down from the tree he had been sitting on.

Wrapping his arms around her, Harry smiled.

"I do have my high points, though."

He leaned in a placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Like what?" She said.

"I can handle difficult women." He stated serious, which earned him a playful smack on the head.

"And?" She said softly, pulling him closer.

"I am unbelievably cute."

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"And?"

Their faces were inches from each others.

"I'm an incredible kisser."

He tried to close the gap between their lips, but Tiffany pulled away.

Harry moaned in protest.

"You still haven't given me a good enough reason."

"I'm taking you on a months trip to an exotic island."

"Not good enough." She told him seriously.

"I'm modeling in a magazine for you?"

"Nope."

There was a long silence. Then, slowly Harry pulled her closer to him, and she gently rested her head against his cheek.

"Because I love you." He said in barely more than a whisper.

She pulled her head back.

"Good reason." She whispered.

"Yeah," he whispered back sweetly, "I thought so."

Harry groaned.

"How did I let you talk me into this?"

Tiffany smiled.

"You just can't say no to me."

"That's true. But this? Honestly."

She smiled at him.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Do you want me to reel off the whole list?"

She couldn't suppress a giggle.

"But you look so cute."

Harry groaned once more.

"You're going to pay for this."

She smiled.

"I know. But looking at you in nothing but cheetah print boxers for the next two hours is more than enough reason to die."

He let out some sort of strangled moan.

"If that was a growl, you had better work on that before the shoot."

Glaring daggers in her way, Harry settled into the satin comforters of the bed.

"I hate you so much.

"He's been gone for five weeks now! Are you telling me we still don't have a single him on him?" Hermione Granger asked incredulously.

"I'm afraid not. It seems as though Harry doesn't want to be found."

Sirius snorted.

"Stupid kid."

Albus Dumbledore sighed.

"Well, I guess we might just have to wait until he come ba - "

He was cut off by a cry.

"BLACK!"

Sirius looked utterly confused.

"Huh?"

Severus Snape, resident potions master, swept into the room, a copy of a muggle magazine in his hands, which he proceeded to throw at Sirius.

"'21 Eligible Bachelors Under The Age of 21. Why would I want this? No, why do you have this?"

Snape glowered at him.

"Look at bachelor number nine."

Sirius turned the pages, confused. His eyes widened as he scanned the page.

"Bloody brat. Lets go."

He stormed out of the room, heading down to the apparation point.

"Where are we going, Sirius?" Hermione asked, a little bewildered herself.

He pushed the magazine into her hands.

She stopped as she saw the title.

'Bachelor #9: Harry Potter...The Animal."

Her eyes lowered to the picture, and a sharp intake of breath could be heard.

'Wow.' She thought in awe. "Ron does not look like that."

With more than a little effort, she handed the newspaper back to Sirius.

Chiding herself for wanting to stare at her best friend a little longer, she forced herself to ask the question that was ragging her thoughts.

"How does this help us exactly?"

Dumbledore was the one who answered.

"Muggle Magazine - American. He's gone back to the states. Most likely to a place he's already been, to visit friends or something. By the color of his skin in the picture, it has to be a beach. A hot beach."

"Hawaii." Sirius specified. "Lets go get him."

"This really is a good place, Harry. Could we stay.?"

Tiffany hoped she didn't have to resort to begging.

"Tiff - I'm sorry, but we only registered for this room until tomorrow, we have to leave."

"That's not what I meant, exactly."

Harry looked up from the clothes he had been folding.

"What do you mean."

"Well," she hesitated a moment, "I really love the islands, Harry. Maybe, er, maybe we could, I don't know -"

Harry cut her off.

"What is it?" He pressed gently, a little worried by how she was acting.

"Maybe we could buy a house here, or something."

Harry looked at her, shocked.

"You have a job!"

"Harry, I'm sick of working for the airline." She walked up close to him and entangled her fingers in his hair. "I just want to settle down - with you."

His hands automatically went to her waist.

"What do you mean, with me? Like, live together?"

She tilted her head to the side.

"I want a family, Harry. And I know you're young, but I love you, and there's no one more I'd rather have be a father to my children."

Harry pulled away from her.

"That can never happen."

Tears filled her eyes.

"Why not? I - I thought you loved me."

"I do, Tiffany. I love you so much. But," he hesitated, "having children would come at a very large price."

He sat down on the bed, and put his head into his hands.

She crossed the room and sat next to him, pulling his chin up to look her in the eye.

"What cost?"

Harry began to speak, but faltered and looked away.

"I'd -" He tried to explain.

"We'd -. I don't know how to say this."

She brushed her thumb across his cheek.

"What is it, honey."

"I've had so many spells cast on me in the past. One of them made it so that if I ever had a child, they wouldn't be able to do magic."

She looked at him, a little confused.

"Well, that's alright, isn't it?"

He nodded slowly, sadly.

"That's not everything." He whispered painfully.

"What is it?" She pushed gently.

"They would never get a chance to fall in love."

She sat there, shocked.

"Why?"

"Because they would die before the age of ten."

Tears filled his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

She looked at him, horrified. She hoped she never knew how he felt at the moment.

"Harry," she paused for a moment. "We could always adopt."

Harry looked up at her, stunned.

"You would sacrifice having a child for me?"

"Well, Mr. Potter," she smiled, "I think that you just might be worth it."

WELL, THAT'S IT! THANKS TO ALL OF MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!

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SORRY IF I FORGOT ANYONE! I LOVE YOU ALL! IF YOU ASKED ME TO EMAIL YOU, IT WILL HAVE TO WAITE UNTIL NEXT TIME! SORRY! MY EMAIL IS DOWN!Chapter: 21
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. In all actuality, I own nothing. Don't sue me - it won't help you any.

Authors Notes: Thank you all for reviewing the last chapter. I had great response to my poll. And, speaking of the poll, I have decided what to make Harry. You'll all find out soon. )

Thank you all and please keep reviewing. Remember, more reviews means quicker updates!

IMPORTANT: I AM POSTING A SORT OF PREQUEL! THERE WILL BE MANY OF THEM! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW IT! THE FIRST ONE WILL BE OF HARRY AND BLAISE, REMEMBER THAT FLASHBACK?! IT IS THE FULL STORY OF THAT!

FOLLOW THE ARROWS!

CHAPTER 21 OF CATCH ME IF U CAN!

(Holy Crap, We're really getting up there, aren't we?)

"Let me see if I have gotten this straight..."

Tiffany Cantwell was listening to Harry, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

"You want to by a summer home here, but live in England?"

Harry nodded, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

She rolled her eyes.

"I thought you didn't like England?"

"I didn't. Well, er, I - I guess I tried to convince myself that I didn't like it."

"But you did?"

"Yes."

She sighed.

"You really are confusing me."

He leaned across the couch and put a hand around her.

"It's simple, really. We live in England while I'm teaching, but we live in Hawaii during the summer. Kind of like a romantic getaway. Get it?"

She hesitated, then nodded.

"Alright."

He grinned at her.

"We'd better get going, you know. Our ship leaves in about an hour and a half."

She ran a finger through his hair, and laughed quietly.

"I honestly can't believe that you ran away because they grounded you."

"I'm almost twenty! I don't need to be grounded!"

"Oh, I think, Harry, that that is where you are wrong."

"Oh really?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

"We'll talk about this more later." He said seriously. "Right now, we have to leave."

She smiled at him.

"What ever you say, Captain Potter."

"I'm not going to be driving." He said, rolling his eyes.

"No," she agreed, "you'll be singing. In the lounge, no less."

Harry grinned at her.

"Let's go." He consulted his watch. "It's 12:20, we need to be there soon. Just let me do one thing first."

Sirius and the others arrived at Harry's old place at 12:43.

"I - hate - him." The godfather said shortly.

"If you hated him, Sirius," Hermione said in her most sweet voice, "then you wouldn't be dragging us around the world looking for him."

"Shut up."

A voice shouted from the other room.

"SIRIUS!"

The man in question rolled his eyes.

"I'm very sorry Hermione."

Remus Lupin came into the room, shaking his head.

"Not that. Look," he held out a piece of paper, "I found this in the bedroom."

Walking quickly to the other man, Sirius grabbed it out of his hand.

'Oh Dearest Godfather of mine, and the poor fools whom he has chosen to bring along:

I have some good news, for me anyway.

I'M IN LOVE!

See you soon.

Actually, probably not.

- Your sweet godson.'

"He's in love?" He asked incredulously.

"WHAT?" Came the two identical voices of Ron and Hermione.

Remus turned to then wryly.

"Imagine that. He's fallen in love again."

Unbeknownst to the rest of the room, Sirius grinned.

FLASHBACK

Fifteen year old Harry Potter sat by the lake, hands behind his head, leaning against a rock.

"S - Sirius?" He asked meekly.

His godfather turned to look at him.

"Yes?"

"What's it feel like to be in love?"

Sirius was surprised by the question.

"Are you honestly thinking about love this young, Harry?"

Harry shrugged a bit.

"I might be." A small smile hit the Animagus' face. "So what's it like?"

"It's Hermione, isn't it?"

The boy went beet red.

"No!"

Sirius nodded.

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No - Sirius shut up! It's no one, I'm just wondering."

Sirius studied him for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright. Well, I can't really explain what it's like, Harry."

Harry nodded, a bit sadly.

"But," the boys eyes lit up, "I can tell you what to do not to loose someone you love."

He nodded, enthusiastically this time.

Trying not to smile at the boys curiosity, he thought a bit.

"Hmm, you need to surprise her quite often. Keep her on her toes."

"Okay, what else?"

"Romantic getaways."

He looked confused now.

"Like what?"

Thinking for a moment, he answered, "Trips to exotic islands, bed and breakfasts, mind you I never want to hear of you doing that. Cruises - "

"Cruises?"

"Yeah, you know. Ships, water - stuff like that."

He nodded.

"Thanks Sirius."

"No problem, kid."

FLASHBACK

"Come on, you guys. Now."

Remus looked up at him.

"Huh?"

"We have a boat to find."

"You know," Tiffany said with a smile, "I really love this cruise."

"No, Tiffany." Harry said with a smile of his own.

She rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Harry."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No - You're just like my godfather, do you know that?"

She nodded thoughtfully.

"Smart guy then?"

He rolled his eyes at her.

"Harry, I want to get married soon, and you want your friends to see it. Why can't we just let you get caught."

Harry whined.

"No!"

She smiled at him, and sat down on the bed.

"You really do enjoy this, don't you?"

He nodded enthusiastically, taking his seat, next to her.

"You have no idea how much."

"As much as you love me?"

"More." He said seriously. "Ow!"

"You deserve it."

He rubbed his head.

"No I didn't. And you deserve this."

He planted a small kiss on her lips.

She pulled back.

"You're getting caught, you do realize that?"

He looked at the ground.

"Just a little longer."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"N - " he nodded sadly.

Feeling a little guilty, she moved to sit on his lap, and pulled his chin up to look at her.

"I promise, Harry, I'll make up for it."

Kissing him gently, she pushed him back onto the bed.

She smiled softly at him.

"Bedtime."

With that, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Rolling his eyes, he allowed himself to be bounded to the bed.

"We'll just have to let him find us here."

She laid down next to him, and put her head on his shoulder.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Tiff?"

"Yeah?"

"Why am I handcuffed?"

"So you wont try and leave."

"Oh."

"Here we go. One of the crew members said he saw him go in there with a girl around forty-five minutes ago. Let's move in."

"Move in? Sirius, we aren't in the war anymore."

"Right." He blushed. "Let's go get him."

With a loud bang, Sirius knocked the door down, and grinned.

His godson and a woman were lying together on the bed, sleeping silently.

His grin grew when he saw his godson awaken.

" Wha' time issat?"

"Time for you to come home."

Harry groaned.

"Tiffany, wake up."

"They're here."

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SORRY IF I MISSED ANYONE!Chapter: 22
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Anything Afflicting with Harry Potter. How many times do I have to write this?

Authors Notes:

MY PRELUDE(ONE OF THEM) FOR THIS STORY IS UP!! PLEASE READ IT!

A week to update, huh? Wow, I suck. Okay, I apologize and I'm not going to make excuses, simply because I do not have any. But I am updating tonight! Hehehe!

Let's make this interesting, shall we? If I get over 60 reviews(mwhahaha) I will definitely write a sequel. Sound good?

CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER ?? (Sorry, I lost count. ) )

PRELUDE TO DISASTER:

IN THE LAST CHAPTER:

With a loud bang, Sirius knocked the door down, and grinned.

His godson and a woman were lying together on the bed, sleeping silently.

His grin grew when he saw his godson awaken.

" Wha' time issat?"

"Time for you to come home."

Harry groaned.

"Tiffany, wake up, they're here."

Tiffany stirred.

"Huh?"

"They're here."

She looked confused for a moment, then remembered.

"Oh, good."

"Could you please unhand cuff me?"

"WHAT?"

Harry grinned in the general direction of his godfather.

"You know, you're kind of interrupting - could you leave for about fifteen more minutes?"

"HARRY!" Came a feminine voice.

"Oh," Harry smiled slightly, "Hello Hermione."

She only stood there, mouth open, shaking her head.

"You catch flies that way, you know."

He grinned at his fiance.

"Who's she?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Ask her yourself."

Harry stated calmly.

"Who are you?"

Rolling his eyes, he turned to his godfather, "That was polite."

Tiffany giggled slightly, and planted a small kiss on his lips.

"This, Sirius, is Tiffany Cantwell - My fiance."

"WHAT?" A new voice came.

"Oh, hello Remus. Didn't see you there."

All three were staring at him.

"Can somebody PLEASE unhand cuff me please."

"Alohamora." Ron said, pointing to Harry.

"Thanks, Ron."

As Harry was moving to stand up, Sirius crossed the room, and pointed his wand between Harry's temples.

"You're coming with us."

Rolling his eyes once again, he pushed the wand away.

"Don't make me hex you, Sirius."

"As if you co - "

"Inpedimenta."

Sirius froze.

"What was that?"

Harry grinned.

"Come on, Harry. Let's go home, okay?"

Sighing ruefully, he complied.

"Alright, let's go Tiff."

"Can you apparate with her?"

Harry looked at Hermione, annoyed.

"Oh," she said softly. "Stupid question?"

"Yes."

"My, my, somebody's grumpy."

He shot a glare in Ron's direction.

"Shut up."

"I'm still not sure this is a good idea." Remus' voice stated hesitantly.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Remus, I'm not a kid anymore - "

"You're the youngest one here." Hermione stated.

" -and I'm the most powerful." He replied, and stuck his tongue out at her.

"Oh, that was mature." Tiffany stated.

Harry smiled at her and planted a small kiss on her lips.

"How come you're nice to her?" Sirius asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Because I actually like her."

"Hey - "

"Let's go."

With that, Harry apparated himself and Tiffany across the ocean to a small, private island with a small house setting before them.

"Here we are."

She only stood there, in shock.

"How - how?"

" - Did I do that?" He asked her. "Loads of practice."

A few seconds later, the others were behind him.

"Nice of you to join us. Took you long enough."

Hermione glared.

"Let's go inside then, shall we?"

"Fine." Harry muttered, frowning.

Albus sat quietly in parlor, thinking quietly. He gently pulled his hand to a bowl on the coffee table and took a few lemon drops from the dish he had placed there. A loud noise interrupted his quiet time.

"So this is it. Home sweet home." Came a sarcastic voice.

Albus grinned.

Getting up from his chair, he swept into the foyer, and grinned even more so than before.

"Harry, what am I going to do with you?"

The raven haired boy looked him in the eye.

"With you, who knows."

Raising an eyebrow at Sirius, he smiled slightly.

"Grumpy are we?"

Harry made an impatient noise.

"You guys have been living together for way to long."

Shaking his head, his eyes landed on a woman standing off into the back ground, a bit shyly.

"Who's this?"

Harry turned and strode over to her. She wrapped herself protectively in his arms.

"My fiance, Tiffany Cantwell. Tiffany," he motioned to Dumbledore, "meet my master - Albus Dumbledore."

Passing a mock-glare at Harry, Albus moved to shake the girl's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you. Just out of curiosity, Harry -"

"Curiosity killed the cat - "

"How many times have you been engaged."

"Twice, thank you very much."

"And you're only nineteen. Shame."

"Be quiet."

"Why don't you both get settled in your rooms."

"Room - s?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No - What is wrong with you people?"

Giggling slightly, Tiffany turned to Harry.

"It's alright. Really."

"Fine. Let's go."

Twenty minutes later, they had both settled in there separate rooms.

Harry was just about to go down to lunch when an owl shot through the window, dropped a note on the dresser, and left again.

Harry edged his way over to the cabinet and slowly picked up the letter.

You may have destroyed the Dark Lord, but you will not destroy me. I will avenge my masters death.

You will be defeated.

Harry glanced at the letter, convincing himself not to worry. It was probably some ridiculous practical joke.

Harry opened on of the drawers and placed it inside.

"After all," he said to himself, "there's no need to worry anyone. It's just a letter."

Outside the window, an animagus watched in its owl form.

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE!!

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IMPORTANT NOTES:

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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN CHAPTER 25(I Think)

Harry walked down the stairs with bags under his eyes, showing just how little sleep he had gotten.

"You're up early." Sirius stated, clearly surprised.

Harry gave him a crooked smile.

"What time is it?"

His godfather consulted his watch.

"A little after six."

Sirius looked at him, eyes full of concern, as Harry groaned.

"Why don't you go back to bed?" He asked as they made their way to the kitchen.

The younger boys response was to shrug his shoulders.

"Can't sleep."

"Wh -?" He started, but stopped at the 'don't ask' look his godson was giving him.

"Morning you two." Came a cheery voice.

Harry gave a small moan.

"Don't you people ever sleep?" He asked irritably.

"Not as much as you." Remus stated factually, though looking concerned. "Are you alright?"

Harry nodded quickly, but stopped because it hurt his head. He gently placed his head on the table and pushed his hands through his unruly hair.

"Tired."

He felt his head being lifted up and someone putting their hand on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"

Harry nodded and laid his head on Sirius' chest.

"I know."

"Know what?"

Came a new, loud voice, earning another small moan from the boy.

"Can't you all talk quieter?"

Albus raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on?"

"Harry's sick."

The old wizards periwinkle blue eyes flashed in concern.

"Why aren't you in bed?"

Harry didn't reply. Instead, he pulled himself away from the table and into the sitting room, where he plopped onto a extremely large chair.

"Harry?"

Sirius asked, coming around the corner.

"Go away." He whined, doing an incredible impersonation of a two year old.

Sirius immediately crossed the room, and pulled Harry's face, which he had buried in the side of the chair, up to look at him, gasping when he saw tears in the boys eyes.

"Harry! What's wrong?"

"I hurt." He whimpered.

Sirius stroked his hair.

"Where, kid? Where do you hurt?"

Harry rested his head on his godfather's knee.

"Everywhere."

Sirius sighed.

"Don't move."

"Wasn't going to." Harry said, once again irritable.

"You know," Sirius started in a half humorous, half serious voice, "you may be nineteen, but sometimes you are truly stupid."

Another voice floated into the room.

"What's wrong with him?"

It was followed by a sigh.

"I don't know, Moony. I don't think it's a simple little flue though."

Remus looked concerned.

"Should we wake Poppy?"

"No!" Harry spoke up loudly. "Don't wake her because I'm just a little sick."

"A little sick?" Remus asked incredulously. "You flinch every time someone touches you."

Harry looked at him defiantly.

"Maybe that's because people won't leave me alone!"

He became even more irritated when he saw the smiles on their faces.

"What?"

"You're so edgy. Is not sharing a room with Tiffany getting to you?"

"Sirius, you know what - shut up," he said, pronouncing each word carefully, "and go away."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Don't have a tantrum."

Harry glared in response.

"Morning you two." Came Tiffany's voice from the entrance to the room.

"Morning Tiffany. How'd you sleep?"

She smiled at them.

"Great. And yourselves?"

They both nodded in response.

"Unfortunately, it looks like this one didn't sleep so well."

She was at his side in an instant.

"Are you okay?"

He gave her a weak smile.

"Better now."

She returned the smile, but still looked concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sick."

"Get back into bed." She stated firmly.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No.

"Yes."

"N - oh, alright." He said in exasperation. "But only if you come with me."

She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I don't know that your friend Albus -"

" - more like slave driver -"

"- would be happy about that."

He grabbed her arm as he walked up the stairs.

"Oh well. I'm nineteen and have already been divorced." He gave her a sad puppy dog look. "I need to be consoled."

"Harry." She said, pulling away, hands on her hips.

"I'm sick! It's not like I'm up for that anyways."

Sirius snorted in the background.

"Shut up Sirius." Harry said automatically.

His godfather looked put out.

Tiffany sighed.

"You need to sleep. Let's go."

A black bird watched from the window as Harry slid into his bed, then flew away.

It flew for hours on end. When it finally reached its final destination, it turned into a young man with slivery blond hair and a malicious grin.

"I will avenge my fathers death, Potter. I will kill you."

With that, Draco Malfoy walked to a small flat, preparing himself for the weeks ahead.

After Harry fell asleep, Tiffany went back to her own room to read a book. It was then that Albus Dumbledore went to the boy's room to check on him.

Smiling lightly as he saw the boy resting, he made a move to leave, when a piece of parchment on the floor caught his eye. Reading it, he froze momentarily.

After pocketing the sheet, he backed quietly out of the room. With a sad sigh, he walked purposely to the library - he needed to figure out a way to find who had sent this.

He wouldn't let what happened before happen again.

Hermione smiled lightly as she looked at Ron.

"I love it."

He grinned.

"I'm glad. You're not a very easy person to shop for."

She ran her fingers along the diamond in her new engagement ring.

"It's beautiful."

He smiled at her.

"Who should we tell first, my family or yours?"

She smiled.

"Neither."

He looked confused.

"Neither?"

She nodded, and then elaborated.

"First, we tell Harry."

He looked at her, utterly confused.

"But, Harry is part of my family."

Grinning foolishly, she nodded.

"Your family first then."

Harry awoke from his peaceful dream, wishing he hadn't.

A ripping pain shot through his body.

Reaching over to the cabinet next to his bed, he pulled out a strong sleeping potion.

Only one thought worked it's way through his mind as he gulped it down.

'What's wrong with me?'

He never noticed his old school nurse and professor making his way over to him.

"I'm worried about him, Poppy!"

"Albus, I understand. Believe me, I do. But I simply cannot permit running tests on him when he has a fever this high, and is under the influence of a sleeping aid."

"Look how pale he is Poppy. There has to be something that you can do?" He asked hopefully.

She looked at him firmly.

"When he wakes - no sooner."

"But -"

"No 'buts' Mr. Black."

"But -"

"You heard me Mr. Lupin."

With a final sigh, she left the room.

Sirius pulled himself onto the foot of the bed and laid down.

He sat up suddenly, looking hurt.

"His bed is softer than mine."

Remus rolled his eyes.

"It's called a softening charm, idiot."

"That's quite enough, you too." Albus stated firmly. "You might wake him."

Sirius sighed.

"I guess we'll just have to wait until tomorrow, then."

Out in the hallway, standing by the door, Poppy was in a deep despair.

'I hope tomorrow is soon enough.'

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 26, IF I HAVE COUNTED CORRECTLY!

The next afternoon Harry awoke to a large, black dog licking his face.

"Sirius!" He moaned, pushing the creature off of him.
The was a loud pop and his godfather stood before him.
"You've been asleep for ages. We were starting to worry."
Harry glared at him. "I'm fine, now you can leave." But Sirius only shook his head. "I don't think so. Moony!" He called, causing the young man to bury his head in a pillow. "Harry's awake! Get Poppy!"
"I hate you." Harry said forcefully.
"No you don't."
"Oh believe me, I do." He said, with his eyes narrowed, before the nurse came bustling in through the door.
"Am I ever going to get rid of you, Potter? You've already graduated and I still see you more than every student at school."
"Yes, well, I do seem to attract trouble."
"Lay down." She ordered, and with a sigh Harry complied. "Good, now drink this." It was a fever reducing potion.
"I'm going to have to do a full checkup on you." She said, staring at the others in the room who only stood there.
"She means you have to leave. Now." He added as an afterthought. They did so, mumbling about Harry's time of the month again.
After about ten minutes, they were allowed to come back in only to see a very red in the face Harry fighting with the matron.
"I'm fine! I don't need anything!"
"You are NOT fine, Mr. Potter! You have poison in your system!"
"Poison!" Remus and Sirius roared.
She nodded sadly. "A poison absorbed from you're skin. I don't know where you could have touched it, it's a very rare one called Hinkcopolis."
"Could it have come from an envelope or a piece of parchment?" A new voice asked knowingly, and Madam Pomprey nodded. "I don't know how it would get on the envelope, however."
"Harry, I found this on your floor." Albus held out a small piece of parchment. "Why didn't you tell us."
Harry shifted uncomfortably under the stares of those around him. "I thought it was just some empty threat, you know? Nothing to worry about."
"Well it seems, Harry, that there was something to worry about. It also seems that a former Death Eater's son is responsible."
Harry looked confused for a moment, then his eyes narrowed.
"Malfoy."
Sadly, Dumbledore nodded. "It seems so."
"How can you tell?"
"It seems Mr. Malfoy, who did a very thorough job in ensuring that all his magical signatures were erased -"
" - forgot about the muggle ones."
With a shake of his head, Harry laid down feeling extremely worn out.
"I need Severus, Albus, as far as I know he is one of the few wizards who can make the counter-poison."
The old mage nodded. "Then I'll get him."
There was a knock on the door below. "I'll get that." Remus offered, hurrying down the stairs.
"Why is Malfoy poisoning me?" Harry thought allowed.
"Well you did get his father thrown in Azkaban?"
With a sad grimace, Harry laid down once again, and prepared to go to sleep.
"Harry?" Came Ron's voice.
Turning around, Harry saw the red head along with Hermione standing in the door. "You alright, mate?"
"I'm fine, Ron. Come in."
Hermione cast a weary glance at Sirius.
"Could we talk to Harry alone please?"
Sirius scowled, but nodded. "Fine. But don't take up to much of his time. He needs rest."
The nodded in agreement.
"So," Harry asked after they were alone in the room, "what's going on?"
The gave each other small, nervous smiles before telling him. "We're getting married." And to prove their point, Hermione held out her hand.
A grin slowly made it's way across Harry's face.
"Congratulations!" And he pulled them both in for a tight hug. "Have you set a date?"
The shook their heads. "No," Hermione told him, "we've just barely gotten engaged last night, after all."
"What did your mum say?" He asked, grinning, to Ron.
"We haven't told her yet."
Harry looked surprised. "Why?"
"We wanted to tell you first."
He gave them a curious smile. "Why?"
They looked at each other for a minute, then shrugged. "I dunno."
"That's great you guys! I'm really happy for you!"
"You had better be, as you're the best man."
Smiling even wider, Harry nodded furiously, but stopped as it made his head hurt. "Thank you so much. I guess you'll be wanting a bachelor party, then?" He winked.
"Alright!" The door burst open. "Out! Both of you. He needs rest."
The grinned sympathetically at him as they left. "Get better soon."

Draco walked down the streets of Knockturn Alley, heading toward a very useful dark arts shop. Walking purposely into the store, he proceeded toward the front of the desk to make a business deal with an old friend, who had inherited the business.
"Flint?"
"Malfoy." The slightly older boy looked surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to buy out some of your," he coughed lightly, "secret materials."
The boys ears perked up. Checking to see if anyone was around to listen, Marcus Flint lowered his voice. "What do you need."
"A bag each of the most lethal, non-detectable poisons you own."

"Well, Mr. Potter, it looks as though you are doing quite better. I'm surprised at how fast the Fever Reducing Potion brought down the poison."
Harry nodded happily. "Thank you, I do feel much -" he stopped, suddenly feeling very dizzy.
"Potter? Potter?" He vaguely heard someone calling his name. "Potter!"
...And then he knew no more.

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CATCH ME IF U CAN CHAPTER 27, IF I HAVE COUNTED CORRECTLY!

"Harry! Wake up!"

...Voices. They sounded familiar.

"Not now, Harry! You were just getting better!"

...What's wrong with me? I feel fine, other than the fact that I can't open my eyes.

"Sirius," he vaguely recognized Madam Pomprey's voice, "he's gone into a coma, there is nothing we can do but wait."

...A coma? That can't be good for my health.

"I don't care! Wake up, Harry! Please." He could only just hear his godfathers pleas.

"Sirius."

...Who's voice was that?
"Sirius, don't worry, Harry is a strong kid. He'll come out of this. We can all take turns watching him and talking to him. You never know, it could help."

...Who was that? Their voice is familiar. Why can't I remember?

Harry felt an odd clump hit the back of his head.

...That wasn't...What was the name of the person who was speaking?...That wasn't...WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER?...

"Sirius, would you stop worrying. He'll be fine."

...Sirius? Who was Sirius? And who was the 'he' that they were talking about?

Remus watched his best friend sadly. Though Poppy had explained very clearly that Harry would awake any day, Sirius was still having a right little tantrum. Nobody could blame him, however.

With a sigh, Remus looked around the room to the worried and confused faces. It made him angry to notice that Tiffany was not among them.

"Where's Tiffany?"

Now the others looked around, too. It seemed, in fact, that none of them had missed her presence.

"Don't you think we should let her know about Harry?"

Albus shook his head, "I already told her. And in all honesty, she didn't seem to upset by it. It was as though she had expected it."

Hermione shook her head. "I don't like her."

...Tiffany? Who's Tiffany?

"I don't like her one bit. She never seems to be around Harry anymore and she doesn't even care when he's sick. He could do better."

"Harry hasn't had much luck in that department, has he?" Ron chimed up.

"I'm afraid not."

...Who's Harry? Do I know him?

"I have the mind to give him a good beating when he comes to." Sirius spoke up.

"You will not." Remus spoke slowly and firmly. "I think that being in a coma is punishment enough for scaring us like this."

...Who was in a coma?...Why couldn't he open his eyes?

"Everything does seem to happen to him, doesn't it?"

...Just a little bit harder, maybe they'll come open. I'm sick of the dark. Please JUST OPEN!

"I think he's coming to!" Said an excited voice.

...Bright...It's so bright...Who are all of the people standing over me?...

"Harry!" A girl squealed. "Are you okay?"

They were peering anxiously down at his face.

"Harry?"

...Harry? That sounds familiar. But why are they looking at me like that? My names not Harry, it's...

...Why can't I remember? What are these people doing looking at me like that? Who are they?

"Harry? Harry, are you okay?"

...He looked up to the speaker, a handsome man with dark hair and a concerned expression gracing his features.

"Who are you?"

They all looked taken aback, but said nothing.

"Who are you?" He demanded. "Where am I?" And as an afterthought. "Who am I?"

Nobody said a word, just stared at him.

"Harry, this isn't funny."

"Why do you keep calling me Harry? That's not my name, is it? Bloody awful if it is."

Every person looked at the matron.

"It seems, dear, that you have amnesia."

A large explosion came from a small flat, followed by a large chemical fire. A blonde haired young man was thrown from the building, unconscious. As medic's arrived on the scene, he was rushed to the muggle hospital.

Being burnt badly, the doctors removed his clothing. They noticed many strange things; For one, the man had a horrible marking on his right forearm that made the others look away in disgust. For another, and the most strange, as they removed his clothes, the burns began to disappear.

"Gregory! Look at this! All of the burns are going away! I've never seen anything like it!"

The man called Gregory stood on in shock.

Suddenly, the blondes eyes flew open. He looked at his surroundings and gave a disgusted sigh.

"Filthy muggles." With a malicious grin, he looked at each of them in turn. "Avada Kedavra."

With one final look at the horrible setting, Draco Malfoy apparated to his flat, only to find it gone; The only remains were small, broken vials of potion that were being consumed by the flames.

With an angry yell, Draco exited the building.

He'd have to start from scratch once again.

"Let me get this straight..."

The young man known as Harry Potter looked around, a corked smile spreading on his face.

"You want me to believe that my name is Harry James Potter, I'm nearing twenty years old, and," he tilted his head to the side, a ghost of a laugh gracing his mouth, "that I'm a wizard?"

The rest nodded anxiously, and he burst into a fit of laughter.

"Mad, the whole lot of you."

Albus sighed.

"I was afraid of this."

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AUTHORS NOTES:
Sorry about the delay in getting this chapter out. I promise you that I am not back seating this story to 'Green Flame Torch.'

Just so you know, I had issues getting that out also.
The reason is that, sadly, I have broken my wrist.
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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN CHAPTER 28 (26 IF YOU DON'T COUNT THE TWO AUTHORS NOTES)

"Albus!" A breathless voice burst through the silence, coming from the kitchen below.

"We're up here, Minerva! In Harry's room!" Dumbledore hollered back.

"Please tell me my name isn't Harry?" He looked around the room for support. "Oh well, it's not bloody likely that I'd believe the lot of you, would I?" He gave them another corked smile.

Minerva burst through the door. "Albus, there's been a muggle attack in London!"

A sharp intake of breath filled the room.

"Muggle?" Harry shot out incredulously. "You people really are batty."

McGonagall made a sharp look at him before turning to the others for an explanation.

"Amnesia." Came the simple reply.

"Why am I not surprised?" She glanced around, then added, "Where's Tiffany?"

"We don't know." said Sirius, annoyed. "We went to tell her that her and she didn't answer us."

"Who's Tiffany?"

A few eyes rolled.

"Your wife."

"I'm not married!" He glanced down at his finger. "Oh. Can you get her please?" He added to the person nearest to him, Hermione.

"Why not?" She said exasperatingly.

"You said something about a muggle attack. What on earth is a muggle?" Harry asked McGonagall.

She only raised an eyebrow.

"Minerva, do we have any details?" Dumbledore asked urgently.

Sighing greatly, she nodded. "The attacker was brought into the hospital after an explosion in his flat. They're calling it a gas explosion, but from the way they people who brought him in described the burns, it sounds like some potion burns. Anyways," she gave a small shake of her head, "while the group of the muggle doctors were getting ready to treat his burns something strange happened; they all just disappeared. Then he woke up and used the killing curse on all of them and walked out of the hospital."

"Hold on a second." Harry said, utterly confused but curiously interested. "If he killed all of them how do you know all this?"

"Muggle security cameras."

"What are muggles!" He demanded.

"None magic folk."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're not still on about wizards and witches and all that rubbish, are you?"

They only looked at him before returning to their conversation.

"Albus, they've shown who it was on the news."

"Who?" He asked sharply.

"Draco Malfoy."

A small nod was received.

The door burst open once again; It was Hermione.

"Madam Pomprey! Hurry! It's Tiffany!"

"Tiffany? My wife?" He demanded, feeling oddly protective.

"Yes. She's hurt, badly. She looks as though she's been attacked."

The matron burst out the door, followed closely by Sirius and Remus. Harry moved to get up, but was pushed down quickly by a redheaded boy.

"You are not going anywhere, mate."

"Who are you?" He asked rudely.

"Ron Weasley - your best friend of eight years."

"Well, Ron Weasley, I'm going to my wife."

"No, Harry." Came a sharp voice.

"That is not my name!" He whined, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest.

"You are to sleep. We'll take care of Tiffany. Ron," he added to the redhead, "give him a dreamless sleep potion. There should be one in the cupboard next to his bed."

Dumbledore left the room, followed by McGonagall; Only the bushy haired girl and Ron Weasley remained.

"Drink this." Said Ron Weasley, pushing a dark goblet into his hands before walking over and putting a protective arm around the girl.

Very hesitantly, he did so before letting darkness overcome him in a deep sleep.

After Tiffany had been healed, she was roused awake by Sirius roughly shaking her shoulder.

"Tiffany?" He asked urgently. "Tiffany?"

Her eyes fluttered open in confusion before widening with alarm and terror.

"Tiffany?" Sirius asked again, this time hesitantly. "Are you alright?"

"Where's Harry?" She asked desperately, tears filling her eyes.

"He's under the influence of a dreamless sleep potion at the moment."

"In his room?" She asked hurriedly.

When they nodded, she quickly tore out of her own bedroom and down to her husbands. Pulling the door open, she hurried over to his bed and began shaking him.

"Wake up."

"Don't do that!" Hermione said, outraged. "He's sleeping."

"Wake up, Harry."

As his eyelids danced open, she let out a squeal before planting a firm kiss on his lips.

When she pulled back, he gave her a thoughtful look.

"I'm guessing your Tiffany?"

She looked to Ron and Hermione.

"What?"

"Oh, haven't you heard?" Harry spoke up wryly. "I have amnesia and apparently I'm a wizard."

She goggled at him. "You're kidding, right?"

"No." He said simply. "Apparently people aren't all that surprised though. Guess I must be kind of accident prone or something."

"You could say that." Hermione told him.

"So you're Tiffany then?" She nodded, before pulling him into another kiss.

He gave her a thoughtful look.

"Things are looking up, I'd say."

Malfoy grinned maliciously at the house in front of him.

He would get rid of Potter...

...tonight.

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Chapter: 27

Disclaimer:

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Authors Notes:

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The sound of an explosion rocked the house.

Harry and the rest of the occupants held on to the nearest steady surface to keep their balance.

"What in Merlin's name was that?" Sirius bellowed.

Nobody answered, however, as the next moment an alarm went off.

"Those are the wards." Dumbledore told them all. "It seems that somebody is trying to break in."

Harry crossed the room over to the window. "Whoever it is, he isn't trying hard enough. Something is holding him back."

"You can see him?" Lupin asked sharply.

Harry nodded, and Sirius moved to where he was standing.

With a groan, he turned to the others and said simply, "Malfoy."

A collective hiss crossed the room.

"I'm guessing you don't like this Malfoy character." Harry observed in a sardonic voice.

All of a sudden, something clicked in his mind. "Malfoy...Malfoy...where have I heard that name?"

"You remember him?" Hermione demanded promptly.

Harry shook his head, a confused expression on his face. "No, I don't. The only thing that is coming to mind is a white ferret."

Much to his own surprise, everyone but Tiffany grinned lightly before somebody said, "That's a start."

"What's a st -?"

A loud crash went through the room, causing him to slip and hit his head on the floor.

"Are you alright?" Sirius inquired anxiously, helping him up.

"Just great - the ground broke my fall."

"It seems that Mr. Malfoy is getting closer to breaking through the wards. -"

He kept speaking, but Harry said nothing. A scene had just floated through his head. Was it a memory?

FLASHBACK

"They've gotten through the wards. Alright everyone," A commanding voice shot through the room, sounding peculiarly like his own, "wands ready."

That couldn't be him commanding the room, could it?

Footsteps could be heard running through a corridor, closer at every instant.

"Hold...hold..." There was no sound except the trampling of feet and a few hushed voices. "One my count. Ready..."

He saw a group of nearly twenty men grip what the man had called wands tightly.

"Firing position."

The wands were stretched out in front of the men.

"NOW!"

The door burst open just after the hexes were released from the wands...

END FLASHBACK

"Harry!" A voice cut through, breaking him from his reverie.

"S - sorry?"

A wand looking just as the one in his memory did was placed into his hand, and his fingers automatically curled around it.

"I want you to try and disarm Malfoy when he comes in." Dumbledore's voice was telling him firmly. "Point this at him an say -"

"- Expelliarmus." He recalled faintly.

FLASHBACK

"Disarm! Only injure them if they resist!"

END FLASHBACK

Suddenly the door burst open with such force that it came off the hinges and fell to the ground.

Harry's fingers gripped around the wand. His gut instinct was telling him not to attack - not yet.

A blonde stood at the entrance way, eyes rolling over those present before resting on his own.

"Potter." The man spat out.

Harry glanced at him. "Malfoy, was it?" He asked, his fist unconsciously tightening around his wand.

The young man known as Malfoy grinned maliciously. "I see my fame proceeds me. Collectorious!" He shouted.

On instinct, Harry reached forward with his other hand and snatched the air, only to find his wand flying into it. Looking around the room, he saw that Dumbledore, Sirius, and Lupin had succeeded also.

With an icy glower Malfoy raised his wand once again. "Cru -"

"Tangeliona!" Harry bellowed, a watched in awe as Malfoy was caught in a circle of spinning air.

"Riscorptor Shykep!" The spoke the words, not understanding how he knew.

The blonde shot from the tornado before being trapped against the wall. His wand fell from his limp grasp onto the kitchen floor where it hit with a small clunk.

Harry stood upright, wand still enclosed tightly in his fist, pointing at the perpetrator. He was utterly confused and his head ached horribly. How he knew the spells that had been torn from his wand he had no clue, nor did he care at the moment. All he wanted was to be back in his bed, fast asleep. However, something told him he was needed here, so he stayed.

"No." Malfoy gave a heavy breath, "No, Potter. I've waited to long for this. I will beat you tonight."

Ron gave a snort. "You could never beat Harry."

Harry froze as another flash went through his mind.

FLASHBACK

"Captains shake hands."

Malfoy was hovering on a broom in front of him quickly grasping his hand with a icy glare on his face.

"You may have come out on top in the past, Potter, but I'll beat you this time."

The scene jumped ahead. He was diving fast to the ground, hand outstretched. A small golden ball flying right in front of him. With a final reach, the golden ball had been caught in his hand and he pulled out of his dive an inch from the ground. Though he could not see his face, he could tell he was grinning as he looked at Malfoy.

"I guess money can't buy talent, can it Malfoy?"

END FLASHBACK

Four distinct popping sounds brought him out of his state of unconsciousness. He looked up to see four men, two of which he vaguely recognized, their wands outstretched at Malfoy.

"It's Azkaban this time, Malfoy. We've been hunting you for months."

Malfoy glowered at the one who spoke.

"Thomas." He spat out.

The dark man nodded proudly. "Dean Thomas, at your service."

He grinned before turning to Harry. "It's good to see you mate. It's sure been a while."

Harry, numb with realization, nodded quickly. "Yeah, it has been. Two or three years, right?"

He nodded. "I wouldn't have recognized you if Seamus hadn't told me about seeing you. We need to get Malfoy to the Ministry. Send me an owl sometime, alright?"

"Sure thing." He nodded.

There was a loud popping sound and in an instant the wizards were gone.

Everyone present in the room studied him, waiting for him to make any movement. He looked at all of them, not really seeing anything.

"Harry?" Hermione pressed gently.

He shook his head, and bolted out the door.

"Harry!" He heard Tiffany shout, but didn't listen. It was all too much to take in. It seemed, however, that his past episodes had left them more than anxious about his sudden departure, for at the next moment Sirius apparated in front of him and him tightly.

"I know it's hard to remember everything, Harry." Sirius whispered gently, but urgently into his ear, stroking his hair softly. "Things will get better. Please don't run away from us again, Harry. I don't think that any of us could take it." His godfather pulled his chin up to look into his emerald orbs. "Please?"

Harry awoke the next morning safe and sound in his bed to the sound of hushed, amazed voices.

"I don't know how it's possible, Albus. It's a miracle."

"Wha's a mir'cl?" He spoke up, yawning.

Dumbledore beamed at him, before moving to sit on his bed.

"It seems, Harry," he began slowly, a twinkle appearing on his face, "that the poison which was injected to you caused some unexpected side effects."

"And you're happy about this?" He asked, eyes narrowing.

Dumbledore nodded once again. "Extremely happy, actually. As you will be once I tell you."

"What is it?" He asked, baffled. No side effect had ever been good for him.

"The poison injected into your system had a very rare counteracting agent placed in it. There is no doubt in my mind that Mr. Malfoy had no idea it even existed, for he would not have given it to you if he did. After all, the Malfoy family has always detested the Potters. Why would they want more of them running around?"

It took a moment for the words to sink in.

"You - you mean that - that I -?" He couldn't seem to get the question out.

Dumbledore nodded, a grin spreading across his face.

Harry screamed in joy before jumping out of his bed and running down the hall to the room in which Tiffany had been assigned.

"Harry, where's the fire?" She giggled as he hurried inside.

He locked the door with a grin and crossed the room.

"What's gotten into you?" She asked against his lips as he placed a firm kiss against them.

"What's the one thing that we've always wanted but never been able to have?" He asked her, gently climbing onto the bed and pulling her close.

"The same bedroom?"

He chuckled softly, before placing another small kiss against her lips.

"Guess again."

"I don't know."

"I think you do." He told her firmly. "But I'll give you a hint. We can get to work on it right now, but it will take around nine months before we have it."

She looked confused for a moment before allowing her jaw to drop.

"You mean you - you can -?"

He grinned at her and said, "Apparently so," before planting light kissed down her neck.

She smirked back at him. "You know you're going to be a busy guy for the next couple of days."

He nodded, his grin turning into a corked smile. "I look forward to it."

Even though the rest of the summer had passed all to quickly for Harry's liking, as well as the fall. Christmas was nearing and there was a definite holiday cheer in his newly purchased abode in Hogsmeade.

It was everything Harry had ever wanted; Red brick, and close to the only other place he had ever called home, Hogwarts. It was big enough for a Weasley sized family and was complete with a white picket fence. The first snow of the winter had covered the front lawn with a white mist and Harry pulled his scarf tighter as he pushed open the front door.

He made his way through the entire house, looking for his wife.

"Tiffany?" He called out up the stairs. "Tiff, are you up there?"

There was no answer.

With a small sigh, Harry made his way up the stairs and began down the corridor to a bedroom with walls covered in a light purple color. A small, white crib was set up in the nearest corner of the room and a large mobile of unicorns was rotating around it, playing a lullaby. The far slant of the room sat two wooden rocking chairs, both occupied by two laughing women, one

"The baby isn't due for another three months." He grinned. "I hate to break it to you, but I don't think that sitting in the nursery is going to make her come any quicker."

She smiled lightly, rubbing her stomach. "Hush, you."

He stuck out his tongue at her.

"Oh, that was mature." She rolled her eyes.

"And you," he said, pointing at the newly wed Hermione, "shouldn't you be home with your husband?"

She smiled at him also. "He's working tonight. Tiffany called me a couple of hours ago and invited me over for dinner."

"Why'd you do that?" He groaned playfully. "Now she'll think she's welcome here."

Hermione gave him a mock-scowl before making to stand.

"Sit down, I'm not going to take your seat." He said before crossing the room, pulling Tiffany from the chair momentarily, sitting down, and setting her on his lap.

Her hands grasped one of his gently and he placed his free one against her stomach.

"She was kicking again today."

He smiled as she rested her head in the crook of his neck.

Harry could almost hear Hermione smiling as she spoke.

"You two make me sick."

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Chapter: 28

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"Today," Harry told his fifth year class, "we will be -"

The door burst open and there stood Remus Lupin, looking at Harry expectantly.

"It's time."

"You mean -" he grinned, running out of the classroom faster than he had ever moved in his life.

"Class dismissed." Lupin told the class quickly, before hurrying off after the young man.

Harry ran through the front gates, across the Hogwarts property, and into Hogsmeade as quickly as he could, a state of euphoria cursing through him. At breakneck speed he reached the door and quickly flung it open.

"Tiffany!" He called out, running upstairs into their bedroom.

"Harry!" He heard her voice all but scream in relief.

Harry crossed the room to the bed, taking her hand into his own, trying to ignore the unevenness of his breath. The medidocter smiled at him.

"You're just in time. I'm afraid it's time for everyone but the husband to get out."

Begrudgingly, the others left the room.

"I need you to push." The doctor told Tiffany. "On my count. One...two...three..."

She pushed hard, and Harry gripped her hands in support.

"You can do this." He whispered softly, using his other hand to smooth her sweaty hair. "I love you."

The others paced nervously outside the door, waiting for time when they would be allowed back in. They would hear Harry's voice calming Tiffany gently, easing her through the pain she was experiencing.

"Can you believe it?" Hermione asked suddenly. "How much we've all grown up in the past few years?"

The rest nodded their agreement, stepping into a thoughtful silence.

"Harry especially." Ron said. "He's always been mature for his age, but he just seems so much older than the rest of us."

Sirius grimaced. "It's hard being his godfather, you know? Knowing how much stuff he's gone through and not knowing how to deal with it."

Remus suddenly grinned. "Who would have thought our best friends son beat us to getting married and having kids."

Sirius grinned back. "I don't care. I'm a grand-godfather. I'm going to have grandkids. Hey, do you think she'll call you 'Uncle Moony' like Harry did?"

"I hope so."

They sat in silence for a while longer, until Tiffany's voice had reached lower octaves and the distinct sound of a baby crying could be heard over Harry's voice saying, "You did it. You did great."

Excited chatter burst out.

Harry's eyes filled with tears as their little Daphne Potter was gently placed into his arms.

Tiffany leaned back, smiling slightly. "She's beautiful."

Harry scowled playfully, though not taking his eyes off his baby girl, who had an unruly tuft of get black hair, rosy cheeks, and her mothers eyes.

"Don't even think about it." He told her. "You already had your turn."

"She looks just like you."

"She has your eyes."

Harry couldn't take his eyes off her as he stood up and made his way outside the door, allowing the others to coo over the Daphne.

All he had ever wanted was a family, and as he looked down at his daughter, around at the people who had been there for him no matter what, and back through the door at the woman he loved, it seemed to him that all his dreams were coming true.

Daphne Potter was born on February 14, Valentines Day. She entered Hogwarts as a Gryffindor, making her father very proud. She became a chaser on the quidditch team in her third year, before becoming captain during her sixth. After being made a prefect, she went on to becoming head girl before taking a job as an Unspeakable in the Ministry of Magic. She married Harry Weasley right out of school, who was born to Hermione and Ronald Weasley a year after her.

Jameson Potter was born of April 1, two years after the birth of his older sister. As continuing with the tradition of black hair, and brilliant green eyes, James looked exactly like his father. He became seeker on the quidditch team during his second year. Sadly, he wasn't made a prefect, but took over the position of Quidditch captain after his sister left.

Lily and Sirius Potter were born on September 16, three years after the birth of Jameson Potter. Neither of them played quidditch, though both became prefects and were head girl and head boy during their reign at Hogwarts. They are the pranksters of the family, however, and are very well known among all at Hogwarts.

Harry Potter's notoriety hasn't stopped him from living the life he loves. The seventh year running 'Most Charming Smile' teacher has never been more happy in his entire life. He is always surrounded by people who love him, including his friends, wife, and children. His friend grandchild, a boy to be named Remus after 'Uncle Moony' is due in eight months. Though the pain of the War Against Voldemort will never truly subside in his heart, it had lessened over the years to the point that he doesn't think much about it at all. He says he would never trade the life he had for anything.

"After all, who could ask for more,", Harry told his gathered friends at the birth of his first daughter, "than to be living in a moment you would die for?"

The grinned at him.

"Who knows with you. Probably another internationally acclaimed racing broom?"

Harry thought for a moment, before giving an impish grin.

"You know, you may be right. When are they Firebolt 2's coming out?"