The Evolution of Balance

Chapter 2

The Story

A week later...

Outside work was impossible because of a morning shower. Fortunately, the roof tiling had been completed the previous day and opaque plastic sheets replaced the yet-to-be-built walls, protecting the small crew from the elements. The addition to Ms. Figg's house was ahead of schedule primarily due to an unexpected laborer: Harry.

He enjoyed the work, even more so because it allowed him to escape the occasional chaos of the wizard world. Today, however, his mind was elsewhere: he wanted to contact his best friend to confirm the plans for the end of the summer. Finally, the lunch hour arrived and Harry rushed into the living room to make a request. "Ms. Figg. May I use your fire for a moment to contact the Weasleys? I'd like to make sure everything is set for the end of August."

"Of course, Harry. But do you think they'll be in the house at the moment?"

Harry chuckled, "Ron miss lunch... on a rainy day, no less. That I'd like to see."

He grabbed a pinch of contact powder from the fireside pot and removed his wand from his concealed side pocket. "Incendio." Flames swirled in the small fireplace. "The Weasleys!" Harry said as he tossed the powder into the iridescent flames.

"Harry, good to see you. What can I do for you?" The head and voice of Bill Weasley answered the call. Harry could finally see a bit of aging on his face, though as a wizard he would surely age well.

"Hi Bill, I'm surprised to see you. Did you get some time off from the bank?"

"The goblins were happy with my last discovery. I'll go back in September, but I thought Mum might like a hand with this pack." He waved his hand, revealing the twins and Ginny standing near the doorway to the kitchen.

Fred (he thought, at least) stepped forward, "Harry, how are you, mate!"

George continued as he stepped in line with his twin, "We have to send you our new product parchment. We've taken to mail order for the joke shop, at least for the time being."

"Good to hear. Even better to see you out and about, Fred." Fred grimaced, but nodded: during the events of last spring, he had been critically injured and stayed in the care of Madam Pomfrey for several weeks.

"Hi, Harry." Ginny stepped around her brothers into clear sight and smiled. "I have a gift for you, but I was afraid to overload Hedwig this morning."

"Fred, George, let's leave these two to themselves, shall we?" Bill winked at Harry as he slyly herded the twins from the living room. Harry enjoyed the usual repartee, but knew he'd been bested.

"Hi, Ginny. How's the summer going?" He smiled broadly, as she moved closer to the flames. Ginny had been something of a runt in the biologically large, Weasley family. Harry was stunned at the changes the summer had wrought. She'd grown about 4 inches, lithe and slender with a mild tan amplifying her freckled face.

"Boring actually. Mom won't let Ron and I go anywhere without an escort. She's obviously worried, but it's so frustrating. Charlie and Bill are great about taking us out, but they're both pretty busy." She sat Indian-style in front of the fireplace. "How about you? Are the Dursleys still giving you the silent treatment?"

"No change there. I don't really spend much time with them anymore. I exercise in the mornings and the evenings I spend studying with Professor Figg."

"Oh, need a bit of extra help, do we Mr. Potter?" Her McGonagall impression was spot on.

"Don't do that. It's scary how accurate that impression is." Harry mock cowered in the fire. "Hey, is Ron around? Professor Dumbledore thought it would be okay if you three came to visit in August, and Professor Figg has plenty of room."

"That's great! I'll check if he's upstairs, hold on." Harry watched as the redhead rose and rapidly ascended the lopsided staircase.

She's growing up... looks a lot like a female version of Bill, actually.

Moments later Ginny reappeared at the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the fireplace. "He's not upstairs... maybe he went with Mum to the village. I can let him know for you. He's excited to see how Muggles live." Ginny chuckled, "Even though Professor Figg hardly qualifies."

"Sounds good. So when do I get my present, Ms. Weasley," he asked playfully.

"Humph, after that remark you should be so lucky. I'll see if I can borrow Percy's owl tonight to send it over." Ginny blushed, "It's not much, Harry."

"After all that your family has given me... I don't even expect presents. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be wonderful." Harry flashed his best smile and couldn't help but admire the maturing redhead in his view.

"Ginny, I have to get back to work. Thanks for telling Ron. Have him owl me to let me know what time you'll be arriving. Bye."

Ginny returned the smile, "Sure, bye Harry."

******

The Grangers

Her bedroom window faced the back yard of the house and was almost entirely blocked from sight by two large evergreen trees. Conveniently, this allowed Hermione to use her new owl to keep in touch with friends during the summer. It also allowed her to receive the Daily Prophet, though the news was not always pleasant.

Hermione had warned her parents that they were in danger and although they understood the magical world, they would not relent. They insisted that they would not be cowed into hiding - refusing to live in fear.

The upstairs phone rang and Hermione hurried into the study to answer, "Hello, Granger residence."

"Hermione, it's Harry."

"Hi, how are you. It's so good to hear your voice. You don't know how restless I've been!"

"Why? I thought you were keeping busy this summer, working in your parent's office."

She had chosen not to work in her parent's office this summer and concentrate instead on studies in Muggle subjects. Decades ago, Hogwarts had designed an optional program to provide students with trained tutors to allow them to continue their Muggle studies. She'd never mentioned it to Harry or Ron, but Hermione hoped to complete her equivalency exams and, if possible, attend university after leaving Hogwarts.

"No, we thought it would be safer if I didn't this summer. I've hardly been out of the house, actually, and I feel like a caged animal." Immediately after speaking, Hermione cringed, realizing quickly that she didn't need to complain to Harry about being cooped up. "Sorry, Harry. You're the last person I should be complaining to."

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, are you still able to come at the end of the summer to visit? Are your parents okay with it?"

"Sure, but I'm a bit worried about leaving them here alone." At Hermione's behest, her parents had unlisted their address and phone number. But the dental office was located in a business park, making her parents easy to locate. She was worried the Death Eaters would see them as easy prey.

Harry did not immediately pick up on her apprehensive tone. "What's wrong with that?" he responded. "They are married. Why not give them some time alone."

"Actually, they're being stubborn. I mentioned to them that they're in danger, because the office is so easy to locate. But they refuse to listen." Her tone spoke of her seriousness, "Harry, I'm nervous. They said it was fine for me to come visit, but I don't want to leave them alone knowing they might be in danger."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help, you know that." Harry answered seriously. "Could they go on vacation at the same time? They'd probably be safer away from work and the house."

"I've tried Harry, but the practice is too important to them."

The phone was silent for a few moments and Harry thought it best to quickly change topic. "Hey, are you planning to go to the Burrow for a few days?" he asked in a much lighter tone. "Visiting someone important in your life?"

"Since when did you become the romantic, Harry Potter? Mr. 'I will not date until the world is safe from danger'." Thankfully, she had picked up on the humor and responded in kind.

"For your information, yes. Ron and I plan to spend a couple days together before we invade Professor Figg's house."

"How sweet," he mocked.

"Humph!" She heard the garage door begin to open, "Harry, listen. I'm sorry to cut you short but Mum just came back from the grocery store. I should go help her the bags and with dinner. I'll send you an owl tonight and I'll see you in a few weeks."

"Congratulations on the new owl, by the way. Bye, Hermione."

"Take care, Harry."

She made her way into the driveway, hoisting a couple grocery bags to bring into the kitchen. "Mum, guess what? I just spoke to Harry. He sounded as well as I can remember. It sounds as if the summer's going pretty well."

"I'm glad to hear that. It's a shame that family he lives with treats him like a vagabond. From what you've told me, he's endured more than anyone should have to." The previous summer, Hermione had finally shared the stories from Hogwarts with her parents. She had patiently explained Harry's history and the many dangers they'd faced while at Hogwarts, omitting nary a fact.

Dr. Granger set the alarm on her convertible and carried the remaining bags into the kitchen. "Steven and I talked about taking some time off from the practice," she said matter-of-factly. "In an emergency we could move into the summer home or rent an apartment for a while."

Hermione was a bit surprised by her mother's de-facto tone, particularly since they'd argued about this very idea not long ago. "Thanks for listening, Mum. I'd hate to leave home, but I can't ignore what's happening in the wizard world."

******

Work on Professor Figg's house was finished on August 10th, but she insisted that Harry continue to work during the day at her house, doing odd jobs. Truth be told, while there were some minor repairs left to be done, they were nothing an average wizard couldn't do with a simple spell.

Instead, Professor Figg continued to train Harry in practical defensive techniques. In the fenced-in back yard they worked on magical shields and reversal spells. Arabella seemed impressed at how quickly Harry absorbed new material (except in potions). She commented to Harry that he would likely be a match for most fully trained wizards, even though he'd not yet beaten her in a duel.

Shawn was also relentless in his training. Harry was now able to run about four miles at a quick pace and his legs showed the strength he was developing. No longer skinny, his upper body was gaining definition from the physical labor of construction. It didn't hurt that Professor Figg fed him well during the daytime. Harry was pleasantly surprised that she was such a good cook; his childhood memories of babysitting seemed to indicate otherwise.

The summer as a whole had developed as well as could have been expected - even the Dursleys had not been too bad. He had actually held a pleasant conversation with Dudley on his birthday (about girls, no less) and he'd tried to convince Dudley to run in the mornings to no avail. Instead, the Dursleys purchased a weight set for the spare room and somehow convinced Dudley to exercise occasionally.

Perhaps the bond of being teenagers had finally overcome the enmity he and Dudley had shared for years. Their truce, and the Dursleys silence, had made for an altogether pleasant summer on Privet Drive. Yet despite the enjoyable summer, Harry could not escape the dreams that haunted him at night.

******

"Professor, can I ask you something?" Ms. Figg and Harry had just finished lunch and were heading to the back yard to practice.

"Of course."

"I've seen you and a few other adult wizards perform magic without a wand. Is that part of the curriculum later?"

"No, it's quite difficult to consciously learn or teach. As I understand, you used magic when you were younger to escape from Dudley, didn't you."

Harry nodded, "Yes, but then I didn't even know I could do magic."

"There's little difference. The wand is partly a source of magic but it also serves to focus the magical energy of its user." She placed her wand on the steps and stepped backwards.

"Accio." The wand returned to her outstretched hand. "It took a month for me to accomplish that when I was in Auror training. Some wizards cannot even master this basic charm without their wand."

"Can you show me how to do that?"

"Harry, you have tremendous magical ability. But I'd rather you concentrate on learning the curriculum. Besides, performing magic without a wand is tiring, even for someone as young as you." She noticed the disheartened look on her student's face. "A compromise, perhaps: the next time it rains we'll skip these exercises and practice a few simple spell without the wand."

"Thanks, Professor."

*******

The rest of the summer passed quickly, but on the morning of August 29^th Harry was shaken awake, memories of a torture too real to ignore. He tried to stir himself out of his stupor and leaned over to look at the fuzzy clock: 4:15 A.M.

Ugh! Why couldn't I get a full night's sleep? Ron, Hermione and Ginny were scheduled to arrive via Portkey at Ms. Figg's at noon that day. Harry had hoped to sleep as late as possible before his Aunt rousted him, but it was not to be. The continuing nightmares had seen to that:

In his dream, he was bound and gagged. The only figure un-hooded was a short, stumpy wizard in dark robes with a gleaming hand in the waning sunlight.

The torture had been a combination of the Cruciatus Curse and an old-fashioned Muggle bullwhip. He pictured the whip extending back behind his torturer and thrusting forward, striking him at the speed of sound. Stinging pain enveloped him as he again cried out in agony.

Suddenly there was a respite from the torture; but this was much worse.

A furious voice called through the green flames across the clearing. "I ordered you to bring him before me immediately!" Harry was barely able to lift his eyes before an intolerable pain stung his forehead. "You will pay for your insubordination," Voldemort added, in a more quiet, but deadly tone.

Wormtail cowered, but answered quickly: "M...Master, our apologies."

Moments later, Lucius violently released him from the shackles and started dragging his limp form towards the green transport flame. Suddenly, he heard a cry from behind him and the thud of a man being thrown forcefully into a tree trunk. He fell from the arms of his captor, landing softly on the moist meadow grass. A scream, and then a second bloody body was tossed into his visage.

The one who had tortured him and whose voice now haunted his memories, intoned, 'Avada Kedavra!' He heard the muffled scream of his first friend as the curse ended Hagrid's life.

Always this was his cue to awake, convulsing and sweating into the sheets. He'd been forced to relive these few moments too often during the summer. As he lay in bed, Harry remembered being visited by Hagrid's ghost in the medical ward. They had spoken at length about their friendship. He had promised to continue to fight, but where he would find the strength...

******

Shawn had begged off exercising for the morning, trying to rest his body for the mini-triathlon he would be competing in the following weekend. Harry decided to try something he'd had in the back of his mind for several weeks: a combination of tai chi and magic.

He made his way into Professor Figg's back yard, the only outdoor area in which he was authorized to perform magic during the summer. The venue was well suited to hide magical practice because of the high, stone walls and thick hedges. Between each movement, he cast a spell and its counter at the surrounding bushes. He found the interaction between the physical and magical invigorating, allowing him to forget the nightmare still lingering in his thoughts. All of his concentration was set to the rhythm of the movements of Tai Chi.

Harry returned to Privet Drive to shower and cook breakfast. The Dursleys had insisted that he prepare their morning meals for the last week as payment for their tolerance over the summer. He was glad to oblige: since he had control of the portions, he could make sure he got his fair share inconspicuously.

Ms. Figg had decided to end the training the previous day, allowing him to enjoy his friend's visit. They were expected to arrive at Ms. Figg's at noon, so after breakfast Harry made his way to her house, reading to pass the time.

At 12:00 o'clock exactly, his friends appeared in the living room, staggering slightly to regain their balance. Whatever lingering affects leftover from the dream instantly faded at the sight of his friends. His mood brightened instantly.

"Harry!" He stepped forward to receive a warm embrace from Hermione. She'd matured but hadn't grown much during the summer and was as tan as he could remember. Her hair featured golden highlights and was several shades lighter than normal, undoubtedly a result of too much time in the sun.

"Hi, Hermione, glad you could come." He broke the embrace and turned to face his best friend of several years. Ron was still gangly, but at 6'1" and growing, he was no slouch, either. There was no awkwardness as the two embraced and slapped each other on the back.

"Hey, Ron. It's awesome you're here. I've missed you!" Ron stepped back quietly and Ginny threw herself into Harry's hug.

"Ahem." Ron cleared his throat loudly after a few moments. Okay, I guess the big brother thing is in still in full force. Harry ended the hug and held Ginny at arms length.

"Wow, you're a lot taller than I remember. What happened to the munchkin Weasley?"

Slapping his shoulder, Ginny responded, "Hey, be nice. I actually grew this summer. Thank Merlin, too. I was tired of being the runt in a family of men."

The friends laughed at her remark. "Come on, I'll show you the rooms. The house is pretty small but it has plenty of space for you all. Except maybe you Ron, we don't have a bed long enough here for your size."

Harry received a mussed head of hair for his remark, but good-naturedly hurried up the stairs carrying Ginny's bag. "Professor Figg doesn't have a lot of Muggle appliances, but she does own a microwave. Maybe we should take it apart and send it to your father!"

Ron and Ginny laughed, but Hermione gave Harry her sternest look. "Really, Harry, that's not very polite. Especially for someone who's done so much for you this summer."

"I'm just having you on. She does have a television in the living room, though." Harry continued, "I also want you three to meet Shawn before he leaves. He said he'd show us a portion of the state park that some wizards use for pick-up Quidditch games. Its enchanted to be hidden from Muggles."

Hermione groaned, but relented and agreed to go to the park after lunch. After the guests had deposited their belongings in the extra bedrooms, Harry showed them the construction they'd completed not long ago. "We added the study and adjoining bathroom. Professor Figg lives alone but she plans to sell the house in a year or two, so she wanted to get the renovations out of the way."

Later that afternoon, Shawn and the quartet walked to the park and joined in a pick up game of Quidditch with a few of the locals. Ginny and Ron had trained with Charlie over the summer break. Ron had played keeper for the house team in the prior year on a Nimbus 2000 his brothers had mysteriously purchased before the start of the season.

Unfortunately, Ginny was still flying Charlie's old Cleansweep and was struggling to keep up with her older friends. Shawn flew his way over to Ginny, as she hovered low taking a break. "You're a tremendous flyer."

Ginny blushed at the compliment, "Thank you. But on this old broom it's tough to keep up sometimes."

Shawn motioned for the others to land. "Harry, have I ever told you that I design broomsticks as a hobby. I've been working on a Quidditch competitive broom for a few months."

He dismounted and removed a polished broom from his carrying bag (A/N: think golf bag, for brooms). Glossed to a shine, the oak broom hovered at waist height. "How about a test ride, Ginny?"

She wasn't sure how to respond to the request. "Sure, I mean is it safe? No, I don't mean safe, sorry... just, is it ready to be flown?"

"That's why were here," he chuckled. "Give it a try."

Ginny gladly mounted the new broom and swept into the air. The broom responded to her every demand, turning controllably and accelerating without hesitation.

Ron whooped as she sped overhead. "Wow! I've never seen her fly that well before."

After a few minutes, Ginny landed and ran over to the group. "Shawn, this is incredible! How long did this take to develop?"

"It took a couple years to work out the specifications. The actual building time was pretty short, although it's been a hectic summer." He continued, "I'm glad you like it. I've made three of them by the way: one for myself, one for Natalie and one extra. You're welcome to it, if you want to use it for the school year."

"No, I couldn't. It must be worth a fortune."

Shawn responded with a smile, "Actually, it'll be good to have an experienced flyer working out the kinks. I don't get much of a chance to fly these days and although Nat is good, she hasn't been flying for all that long." Ginny's seemed at a loss, obviously hesitant to accept the gift. "Seriously, it's yours if you like and I don't want to hear any thoughts about payment as such. I prefer it to be used, rather than sitting in my cellar collecting dust."

Ginny still seemed hesitant to accept the gift, but Shawn persisted with a smile: "I am a diehard Gryffindor fan, you know."

"Go on Ginny, give it a try." Ron was excited for his sister. "We could use a good broom for our newest chaser!"

Ginny colored, "Thanks Shawn. I appreciate this more than you know."

******

Dinner that night was prepared with the microwave, at Ron's request. He had never seen one operate and was bewildered by the way the food rotated and cooked. Similarly, Ron and Ginny fought over the remote control for the TV all night, as they flipped rapidly through the channels.

Harry's eyes averted from the TV occasionally to the redhead in the chair opposite him. His attentions did not go unnoticed and as Ron and Ginny rose to make their way to bed, Hermione remained behind for a moment. "Admiring someone tonight, Harry?"

"What?" he responded, trying to keep his face neutral.

"I don't think Ron noticed, don't worry. Ginny is pretty isn't she?"

He grinned, "Guilty as charged. I guess I tried not to notice before. You know, the whole little sister thing."

"Hey, you're sixteen. There's no harm in being attracted to someone." She lowered her voice and continued, "Last year, you didn't go out on any dates. Do you think we can convince you this year?"

"Why? Are you interested?" Harry winced as a pillow cushion smacked the side of his head.

"No! I mean, you are famous and reasonably good looking, though nothing like Ron of course." Now the scene threatened to become an out-and-out pillow fight. Harry whacked her over the head a couple times with the smallest couch cushion for emphasis.

"Anyway. Let's change subjects," said Harry as he sat down on the other end of the sofa.

"All right, let's talk about Ginny then." She was not to be deterred.

Harry smirked, "Yes, let's discuss how I plan to have my best friend and a teacher kill me for looking at their younger sister, shall we."

"Somehow, I think they'll be pretty busy this year if they want to keep the boys away," Hermione mused. "Besides, Ginny would probably hex them first. She can't stand it when they're protective."

She sighed, not having provoked the reaction she'd hoped for, "Harry, we're just worried, that's all. You shouldn't avoid having a bit of fun. You're a teenager after all." Hermione continued before he could respond, "It's not as if you have to have a serious girlfriend or anything but a few dates couldn't hurt, could they?"

"You're right. I'm just not certain I want to get too close to anyone else while my life is so crazy. It's enough that you and the Weasleys are put in danger because of your friendship with me."

She frowned at his response but they'd argued about his protective tendencies before. "All right, I'm going to bed. Just think about what I said, please."

"Good night, Hermione."

******

Ginny and Professor Figg had agreed to purchase breakfast at a local bakery, so Ron and Hermione had been left alone in the house for a while. Needless to say, as Harry entered through the back door using his key from the summer and strode through the back hall, he noticed Hermione quickly stand from the couch and smooth down her shirt.

"Sorry, did I, er, interrupt something?" Harry inquired slyly, noticing her disheveled hair.

"No, nothing at all," she answered in an unconvincing voice.

The front door opened moments later admitting Professor Figg and Ginny in Muggle, summer clothes. Harry momentarily froze and stared: Ginny's outfit revealed more of her than he was accustomed to. He quickly righted himself.

"Morning, all," Ginny cheered as she distributed the bags on the dining room table. "Breakfast is served."

They had agreed to meet Mr. Weasley, who had requested a day off from the ministry, Charlie and Bill in Diagon Alley at 10:00 A.M. in front of Gringotts Bank. As promised, Remus Lupin Portkeyed to Ms. Figg's to accompany the quartet to Diagon Alley.

Harry tensed as they stepped into Diagon Alley from the Leaky Caldron. Remus sensed his unease and inquired as they walked. "Harry, what's wrong? You're anxious for some reason."

The response was somber. "I was just thinking about Hagrid. He showed me Diagon Alley and magic for the first time. All this just reminded me of him."

"It'll get easier, I imagine. It took me a while to work through losing James and Lily and Sirius. This may not be easy to hear but Hagrid won't be the last person to die before this is over. You'll have to try to prepare yourself subconsciously for the next time."

Harry responded with a solemn nod. As they approached the designated meeting place, he noticed Mr. Weasley and a large black dog pacing the bottom steps to the bank. "Snuffles!" He motioned for the others to follow and sprinted towards the bank. The greeting was a wet tongue to the cheek.

"Glad to see you're all here safely," said Mr. Weasley in an all-too-serious tone. "We've received reports that the Death Eaters may be active at the start of term."

The group exchanged greetings and the students scanned their parchments for the requirements for the coming year. Almost simultaneously, they noticed one peculiar item on the list. 'Fancy Dress Costume?' was the chorus.

"Yes," remarked Mr. Weasley, his usual friendly tone returning. "Remus tells me they're planning a Halloween costume ball this year for the alumni, students and staff. Looks like we'll have to rent a few costumes this year on top of the normal school robes."

"Can you wait while Hermione and I get some money from Gringotts?" Harry asked. He and Hermione ascended the steps to the bank entrance with Snuffles pounding along besides them.

Harry spoke under his breath to the dog, "I meant to ask you, could you help me get some of this money invested? Shawn lent me a book about finance during the summer. I imagine Gringotts pays a reasonable interest rate but maybe we should invest the money."

Sirius naturally could not respond, but merely nodded his head as they reached the bank doors.

The goblin security officer sneered. "We do not admit pets, please instruct your dog to wait outside."

Harry merely looked at Padfoot, who nodded discreetly and bared his teeth to quietly growl at the goblin.

"We'll be back in a moment, Snuffles. We should be safe here."

******

Charlie and Remus agreed to accompany the group as they gathered school supplies. As they walked and bantered amongst each other, Charlie leaned over to speak to Harry. "Hey, I mentioned to Professor McGonagall that I'd be happy to help the school Quidditch training. She was delighted, especially for the Gryffindors."

Harry smiled wearily. "That's great, Charlie. We're likely to have a couple new chasers this year and I wouldn't mind getting a reserve seeker as well, just in case." Harry looked over his shoulder and smiled as Ginny chatted with the twins and Hermione. "Ginny should be one of the new chasers. She's an amazing flyer."

"Oh, just a good flyer, huh? Kid sister isn't so little anymore." Charlie gave him a sideways glance. "I may have to beat the suitors away with a bludger this year. Big brother has responsibilities, you know."

Harry chuckled, "I think Ron may be all the protection she needs in that department."

Shortly, they strode into Madam Malkin's dress shop: except for Hermione, all of the teenagers needed new school robes. Several other Gryffindors were shopping today and with conversation it took a while for the group to exit towards the apothecary.

Harry spoke as they exited the shop. "Hey, after we top off on potion supplies, let's get a snack. I'll treat for Florean Fortescue's!" He continued, countering their objections, "Besides, I need to thank you for putting up with me all these years."

Harry was a bit startled that he received no smart retorts to this comment. I guess they agree with me. But his opinion changed quickly as he noticed the grins.

"We accept the offer, but not for the reasons indicated." Remus smiled broadly as the others laughed in unison.

Despite the earlier warning from Mr. Weasley, the remainder of the early afternoon in Diagon Alley was uneventful. The group caught up with more of their schoolmates in the various stores, and lunch at the Leaky Cauldron was a raucous affair.

They returned to Ms. Figg's through the Floo Network from The Leaky Cauldron in the early evening. Harry agreed to stay for dinner, opining that the Dursleys would probably forget to cook enough for him anyway. Ginny, Ron and Hermione planned to spend the night at Professor Figg's and return to the Burrow via Portkey the following morning.

Ron and Ginny settled down for a chess match. The two were evenly matched tonight and as pieces were removed from the board the inevitable draw approached. Hermione joined Ron on the couch, snuggling into his chest.

Professor Figg entered the living room from her study, displaying a rare smile. "Looks like you met your match, Mr. Weasley. In more ways than one."

Ron and Hermione blushed at the remark, but only separated slightly. "Thank you for allowing us to stay these last couple days, Professor," said Ron formally. "I'm glad we got the chance the visit Harry and learn to use the television."

"It's been my pleasure. Harry needed the company, I daresay." She glanced at Harry and he had a feeling she wanted to say more. Harry shook his head imperceptibly and she caught his signal. "If any of you would like to read, the study has a comfortable bench and nightlight. Good night."

A few minutes later, the movie ended (a BBC showing of The Breakfast Club) and Ginny switched the remote to mute [A/N: she learned quickly!]. "Harry, why did Professor Figg think you needed company?" she asked perceptively.

He didn't particularly want to answer her query but knew his silence would only invoke more questions. Hermione gave her own opinion when Harry hesitated to answer: "We've noticed you haven't slept too well the last couple nights. Did that happen during the summer?" The questioning look in her eyes indicated she already knew the answer.

"Yes, I... well, it's nothing new. The dreams sometimes don't let me get a full night's sleep, that's all." Harry hesitated before continuing, "I'm getting used to it, actually. Shawn taught me how to meditate and that helps clear my head in the morning. Hopefully returning to Hogwarts will help."

"Harry, I know at the end of last year you didn't want to talk about what happened during the rescue. But maybe it would help if we spoke about it now," added Ron, unconvinced by his friend's statement.

"No!" he replied vehemently. "I'm enough of a burden to you three as it is. I just need to deal with the pain."

"Bollocks! What's wrong with you? I'm tired of you keeping everything internal." Ron's tone was firm and angry. "You're not alone in this, Harry. We can help, but you're not letting us!"

After a few moments of tense silence, Harry began, "It just hurts. I... I haven't even told Professor Dumbledore what happened that evening. I'm not certain I could find the words."

Ginny stood and joined Harry on the opposite couch. She entwined her hand in his for support and focused on his eyes. "Tell us, please. We're ready to listen."

Obligingly, Harry recalled what had been done to him the previous spring by the Death Eaters. Just as his discussion with Dumbledore had served to cleanse his soul after the events of the tri-wizard tournament, the simple act of retelling his nightmare served as a cathartic treatment. He barely paused for breath, preferring to continue through the painful memories and his friend's exclamations. He struggled only when he described Hagrid's death. [A/N: a more complete description of the events of the rescue is given in the prologue and the dream sequence earlier in the chapter]

Ginny's grip tightened throughout the story and he was grateful for the emotional support. He completed the story, explaining how Hagrid's ghost had visited him during his comatose. Looking straight ahead, he recalled the promise he'd made before he awoke: that he would never quit, never give in to the evil or the pain. Silence followed his recitation: an uncomfortable quiet, though no one knew what to say. They were simply stunned.

Harry finally broke the silence with a fractured voice. "Remind me to repeat that to Dumbledore when we get back to Hogwarts. And please don't ask me to recall the story, I'm not sure I have the strength for it."

For a few moments, Hermione lost her composure and buried her face into Ron's shoulder. When she looked up, Harry's face was stoned, betraying no emotion. She ventured the first reaction, "Harry, we never knew. I'm sorry. They just kept us bound to a tree before you came, without laying a finger on us. Why?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I heard Voldemort command them to bring me to him. He didn't seem too happy that Wormtail hadn't contacted him immediately."

"Pettigrew!" Ron spat. "I swear that's the last time he hurts any of us."

Ginny's reaction was more subdued. She peered at Harry incredulously, scarcely believing he hadn't broken down during the story. Her palms folded around Harry's left hand in her lap and she rocked slowly back and forth.

"Look, you three are staring at me as if I'm a machine," remarked Harry. "It's just that I've relived these thoughts so many times this summer that I feel immune. Do you think we can switch topics now?"

Ginny released her top hand and turned the sound on again for the TV. "Anything funny on tonight? We could use a few laughs." They were only able to find a syndicated Friends episode from the U.S. but it was more than sufficient.

For the next hour or so, Harry and Ginny sat closely together holding hands on the couch during the back-to-back comedies. Harry held mixed emotions about the night. It had been helpful to share the story with his closest friends, though he'd been reluctant to dampen the cheerful mood of the visit.

"Gin, I'm exhausted," he whispered. "I need to get back to the Dursleys or they'll lock me out. Walk me to the back door."

They rose and exited the living room towards the kitchen. He turned, "Good night, you two. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Ron waved him goodnight and turned back to face the TV. Hermione rose to follow them to the back door.

"Good night, Hermione." His eyes steadied on hers, "Can I talk to Ginny alone for a minute?"

She nodded, but stood motionless as her friends proceeded through the kitchen.

As they reached the back door, Harry halted. "Ginny, thanks for being here tonight. I appreciated the support." He hesitated for a moment, unsure how to broach the subject. "Listen, I'm not certain what happened tonight... I mean between us. You're attractive, fun... lots of things." Ginny smiled broadly at his compliment. "But I don't think we can be more than friends at the moment, if that's what you were interested in, that is."

Her features relaxed after a moment and she sighed, "It was more important for me to finally be allowed to hear the story from you, personally. I always get the stories second hand if at all, even though we've known each other for years."

She poked him in the chest, "I'm not just Ron's little sister. I expect to be included in the future, got it!"

Harry nodded and forced a smile. "All right. I promise."

"Good night, Harry."

He turned as he opened the back door. "Lock this after I leave, will you."

As Ginny returned from the kitchen with a forlorn expression, Hermione seemed to quickly understand what had occurred. "Don't worry Gin, I'm sure you'll get plenty of attention this year. Even if Harry is still too thick to recognize a good thing."

Ginny grinned. "Thanks Hermione. And don't worry, I can be patient with him but I'm not waiting around."

******

The Weasleys and Hermione returned to the Burrow the following morning. The day dragged on endlessly for Harry, who yearned to avoid conflict for one final day. But his efforts were for naught, as Vernon imbibed a bit too much brandy during dinner.

"Boy, we'd better not see any more of your kind tomorrow," Vernon bellowed. "In fact, you'd better find another way to get to the train, I have an appointment tomorrow morning."

Harry wasn't sure what he'd done to cause such an outburst, but he was unfazed. "You've never worked on Sundays," he said, well under his breath. Thankfully, Shawn had paid him in cash during the summer. In a full voice, he added, "I'll take a taxi, then. I'll have to leave early, so you'll be rid of me even sooner."

He knew better than to antagonize his Uncle, but couldn't resist one final remark for the summer. Pleased with the riposte, he ignored his Uncle's angry response and ascended the stairs to settle in for the night. Hedwig was waiting patiently on the ledge with a message. Harry was grateful she hadn't interrupted dinner. As he untied the parchment, she nipped his ear affectionately and flew off for her nightly hunt.

Harry,

Please meet me in the morning at the main entrance to King's Cross Station at 10:40 in front of WH Smiths. Professor Dumbledore asked me to escort you to the platform. Snuffles sends his regards, but the Headmaster has called him away for a few days.

Sincerely,

Remus Lupin

******

Harry arrived earlier than expected at King's Cross Station the following morning. He sat composedly outside the entrance, waiting for Remus. The exterior of the station was reasonably safe because of the constant flow of passengers, though he noticed during the taxi ride that the area around the station was a bit dilapidated. He'd never really noticed how busy the station was, even for a summer Sunday morning.

It felt odd to see so many students his age passing through the station, headed back to school. Although he'd grown up in the Muggle world, he'd spent a majority of his adolescent years at Hogwarts, missing out on the experiences of Muggle teenagers.

Harry had used his salary to purchase clothes through catalogue during the summer. He was dressed in light denim jeans, a Manchester United hat and a button-down Oxford shirt. He'd even splurged and purchased breakfast from the McDonalds across from the station. Nobody will recognize me.

He'd bought a local newspaper from the nearby newsagent and was thumbing through the sports section when he heard a familiar voice. "Hello, Harry. Sorry I'm late."

Harry was startled that someone had recognized him. "Oh, hi Professor. I didn't wait long, don't worry."

"New clothes?" He nodded as Harry stood, "They fit you well. If Hedwig weren't next to you, you might even be inconspicuous."

Harry chuckled, realizing Remus was right. There was no way to hide with such a remarkable traveling companion. As they made their way towards the platform, Remus explained his escort. "Sirius was worried you might be a bit offended by my request to accompany you. He's under the impression you're a bit too independent for your own good. I wonder why, hmmm?"

"You're in a good mood today, Professor." He continued, tongue-in-cheek, "Please tell my Godfather that I'm touched by his concern and that I appreciated the company nonetheless."

"I shall do so."

They approached the ramp to platforms nine and ten, noticing two pairs of suited gentleman eyeing them as they proceeded. "Looks like the Auror division is out in full force today," said Remus. "Dumbledore mentioned they would be actively patrolling the station and platform."

"I'm glad you're back, Professor. We learned a lot from Professor Moody last year, but he wasn't exactly the friendliest teacher."

Remus chuckled at the common characterization of the famous Auror. "Believe me, Harry, I'm happy to be back. I never imagined I'd get another chance to teach, particularly at Hogwarts."

"Are you just taking over his role in the theoretical DADA position?"

"That and an advanced course with Flitwick," responded Lupin.

They reached the gateway arch and scanned the area quickly for onlookers. Harry proceeded through the magical entrance followed by Remus and a couple younger Hogwarts students. Platform 9&3/4's was less crowded than years past and Harry couldn't help but wonder if this was a result of the troubles faced by Muggle-born wizards and witches.

Scanning the crowd, Harry quickly located and joined a family of redheads. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. How are you?"

Molly Weasley reacted quickly, pulling him into a stifling embrace. "Harry, dear, it's so good to see you."

Arthur Weasley shook hands with Remus and turned to Harry to do the same. "Excited to be headed back, Harry?"

Harry nodded and quickly greeted Bill, Charlie ('Professor Weasley, Harry!'), Ron, Hermione and Ginny. "Why all the security, Mr. Weasley?" Up and down the platform, the Auror divisions' midnight blue robes were noticeable.

"The ministry is still struggling internally as to whether to announce Voldemort as a primary enemy. After all, he hasn't been seen publicly since you encountered him over a year ago. The Auror's guild is much more independent. It seems they wanted to make a show of force today." He continued resignedly, "I'm afraid the Ministry's appetite for war is waning these days, because there's been little violence within the magical communities."

Before long, Ginny separated from her family to chat with a group of friends from her year. Hermione noticed and leaned in to talk to Ron and Charlie. "Looks like you two are going to have your hands full this year controlling her fan club."

Ron reacted as expected, "She thinks it's funny, too. I don't like the idea of her being an object of attention."

Charlie was a bit more diplomatic: "Better you than me, Ron. I'd hate to cross her temper these days. She mastered the stare down a long time ago and now she's the magical talent to go with it. That is scary."

Their conversation had not gone unnoticed. Molly Weasley stared pensively at the group but managed to keep a tight lip. Mr. Weasley beamed, "I seem to recall, your mother and I started dating at her age. Keep an eye on her, but I agree with Charlie. It's best to let her make her own decisions."

The group quickly lugged their trunks and belongings onto the train, hearing the warning whistle and the engine firing. Remus and Charlie requested to join the group and share one of the larger cabins.

******

Charlie joined Harry, Ginny and Hermione in a game of exploding snap, belying his younger years. Remus, ever the intellectual, challenged Ron to a game of wizard chess.

"You do realize, Professor Lupin, that if you lose that game, Sirius will hear how you were beaten by a student," Hermione said as she calmly waited her turn.

"Sirius should know by now that I am not infallible. Although I've hardly done anything to convince him otherwise." Remus winked at his opponent.

About a third of the way through the train ride, they received a now standard visit from Draco Malfoy and company. All eyes narrowed as the door was opened, revealing the usual trio of antagonists. "If it isn't the Weasley clan and friends. Are we retreating once again to Hogwarts?"

"Sod off, Malfoy. Don't you get tired of this game?" said Harry reflexively.

"On the contrary, Potter, I pass my summers looking forward to our annual reunion. Of course, this year is even better, since we both know this is the quiet before the storm."

Harry refused to react. "And what storm would that be Malfoy? Or is your father still treating you like the child you are and keeping you in the dark."

Draco leered at his adversary, "Some of us still have parents, Potter." Malfoy's eyes moved slightly to Ron, sitting behind Harry. "I daresay yours won't be the last to die."

Harry didn't mind the personal insults, but thinly veiled threats against his friends were another matter entirely. He swiftly closed the gap between them, drawing and resting his wand point on Malfoy's windpipe. Malfoy appeared startled.

"Draco, you tell your father that I'm not afraid of him." His voice seethed with anger. "If he needs to send his son to do his dirty work, then I pity him."

"Harry, that's enough!" Remus said sternly.

Malfoy backed away quickly, regaining his composure, "Have it your way, Potter. But remember, the Death Eater's are always one step ahead of your precious Headmaster."

The door closed and the group resumed their previous positions. Harry remained standing with his wand extended.

"He hasn't changed, I see," Remus indicated.

"He's only gotten worse, I'm afraid. And he's a prefect as well." Hermione stood calmly and placed her hands on Harry's outstretched arm. It was warm to the touch. "Harry, you arm is trembling. Please, sit down."

"He's gone," she whispered softly. Harry slowly lowered his wand and sat down. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he leaned into the seat.

"Every time I see him, I'm reminded of his father!" Harry slammed his fist into the bench, surprising his cabin mates. No one reacted further to his vehemence; they knew by now that he just needed time to calm himself and gather his thoughts.

"I wonder what Malfoy meant by that last remark?" Harry's question broke the momentary silence. "I mean he normally brags after something occurs, but it's been quiet these last few weeks."

Ron tried to calm his friend, "He's all talk, Harry. You know that." Harry merely nodded and dropped his head into his cupped hands, willing himself to calm down.

A few minutes later, Neville Longbottom appeared in the doorway. He, too, had grown several inches over the summer, losing his round-faced look. "No, I haven't lost Trevor," he joked awkwardly. "I just wanted to say hello before we got back to Hogwarts." He turned to Remus, "Professor Lupin, I hear you're coming back to teaching. Are you returning to the DADA position now that Professor Moody has retired?"

"Yes, I am. Though it's hard to imagine Alastor Moody retiring, I think." Remus shook hands with his young student.

"You want to hear something strange. As I was walking between cars, I overheard one the guards talking about a pain in his forearm." He continued, "I thought Aurors were trained in first aid."

Harry and Professor Lupin glanced at each other in recognition. "Neville, how many were there? Did you hear one of their names?"

"No, professor, I didn't hear a name. But there were two men in conversation."

Charlie and Remus stood and strode into the walkway. "You five stay here. Harry, watch the door."

Moments later, they heard Charlie yell 'Stupefy' and a cry between the cabins as something fell heavily to the floor. Harry motioned them to stay inside, despite the pleas of Ron and Ginny. He slowly opened the cabin door and peered in the direction the teachers had departed. On the floor at the end of the car was a lifeless body dressed in an Auror uniform. His forearm had been exposed and the Dark Mark glowed under the bright corridor lights.

"Good work, Charlie." Remus motioned towards to front of the train, "Please retrieve Chief Rumson in the forward car. He's the senior officer on the train, according to your father."

"Harry, help me get these gits into the empty cabin." Remus had little trouble hoisting the larger wizard onto his shoulder and moving him into the cabin adjacent to them (which was conveniently empty). Harry dragged the second wizard by his feet. Remus cast a spell to shackle the stunned wizards and pocketed their wands.

"I'll take care of this from here, Harry. Why don't you let the others know they can breathe now?"

Minutes later the train made an unscheduled stop, which was announced for 'minor repairs' in the overhead speaker. The two wizards were quietly removed from the adjacent cabin and train. Outside, suited wizards inspected the train and the tracks ahead for damage or sabotage. With none apparent, the train was underway in about twenty-five minutes.

Inside, the discussion centered on the events of the previous few minutes. "Nice work, Neville. Glad you were paying attention." Ron continued, "What do you think was their plan?"

Charlie answered, emotionless: "I imagine verisaterum will supply us with an answer."

Ron reacted in character. "It's a shame they made us late for the opening feast. I'm starving."

Hermione rolled her eyes, as the others chuckled at his predictable lament.