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Authors Note: Here's chapter 28. Hope you like it and please review.

EXTRA: This chapter is dedicated to insane and crazy duoe for the longest review I've ever seen or received.

-Chapter Twenty-Eight-



"Harry, are you alright?"

Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Ron and Hermione.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit sad." He replied.

"It's alright mate," Ron said. "Everyone's a bit sad today. After all, it is the last day, and we're leaving tomorrow. Well, I guess that the teachers aren't exactly sad. They won't have to care about buggering students for three whole months."

"And don't forget that Fred and George are leaving for good this time." Hermione added.

"I bet those two are going to do something major tomorrow. Who do you think is going to take over after them?"

"I don't know Ron," Harry said. "I heard Dean and Seamus discussing it last night, but neither of them are sure yet." He added trying to actively be a part of the conversation.

'Cheer up Harry,' the voice said. 'You aren't leaving for good, just three months. And remember, since you are a Pretender, you can scare the hell out of the Dursley's.'

'The note that followed with the book said not to get too dependant on the powers if you had them.' Harry replied. 'I'm worried that I'm using the powers far too much.'

'Don't worry about that. Now, let me cheer you up. When you get home you have the Animagi training, you have to watch Fudge, take care of Voldemort, make Rex Chase escape the Order of the Phoenix, and scare the hell out of the Dursley's. You know, that could be your new hobby. Oh, and lets not forget planning the revenge on Malfoy.'

'You do know that you're crazy, right?'

'Why thank you, I try my best.'

'Yep, stupid and crazy.'

'Tha- hey!'

Harry chuckled and received concerned looks from Ron and Hermione. He just smiled even more to them.

"I was just thinking about the revenge on Malfoy I'm planning for next year."

"You are evil Harry," Ron concluded. "Down right evil."

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"Yet another year has come and gone," Dumbledore began his speech in the same manner that year as all the others. "Hopefully you learned something new this year, and now you have the whole summer to forget what you learnt. Some of you won't be coming back next year," he looked at the Weasley twin who both wore an innocent face, "and all I can say to those who it concerns is: Good luck in the real world." Everyone clapped for the seventh years. "Now, all that is left to say it tuck in!"

Harry was about to take a bite of a chicken leg when someone pushed him and he lost it on the floor. Harry turned and glared at the person who turned out to be Fred. He gave the Weasley a glare that could've batched Voldemort's best glare, and turned back to his food. He was about to take a bite but once again someone 'accidentally' pushed, this time from the other side, and he lost his food. Harry turned and glared at the second Weasley twin.

'I'm surprised that you didn't figure out what they were doing from the first time they stepped into the Great Hall, Harry.' The voice said.

Harry looked around and then it hit him. Fred and George had strategically placed themselves on each side of him, neither one of them were eating, and the innocent faces they had been wearing under Dumbledore's speech should've warned him not to touch anything on the tables. But why didn't they want to play the prank on him?

As if they had read his thoughts, the twins turned him.

"We didn't want the main investor and co-owner of our shop to back out." Fred said.

"And besides, if we play a prank on you you'd just return the favour ten times worse." George continued before Harry could say anything.

"Hold it guys," Harry said. "Co-owner?"

"Yeah, that's the least we can do." Fred replied. "You get every new product for free, and 10% of the money we make. An alright deal, don't you think?"

"And we won't take 'no' for an answer," George added quickly. "Listen, you can give us your reply on the train back tomorrow. Now lets just sit back and enjoy the show."

Harry shook his head smiling. He leaned back against the wall and watched the rest of the students and teachers in the Great Hall. Suddenly there was a commotion from the Slytherin table and everyone turned that way. The Slytherins turned with a 'pop' into frogs and started to jump about the Great Hall. Girls screamed as the amphibians jumped on them and the Muggle born students began laughing so hard that they nearly fell off their seats. Snape was looking murderous while Dumbledore and McGonagall were desperately trying not to burst out laughing. The rest of the teacher just looked confused.

"It isn't over yet mate," Fred said. "Check out the Hufflepuffs."

Harry turned to the Hufflepuff table along with everyone else when a loud 'pop' came from that direction. Instead of the Hufflepuff students sitting there, they were faced with small, cute, bear-like creatures.

"Wombats!" Hermione exclaimed and sent the Great Hall into another fit of laughter

"Neat, ne?" George asked.

Harry could only nod. He kinda felt sorry for the Ravenclaws. God knew what the Weasley twins had planned for them. He laughed when an albino frog jumped in front of him and glared as best as it could before jumping off towards the Slytherin table. Yet again there was a loud 'pop' and at the Ravenclaw table sat dozens upon dozens of turtles. In every imaginable size or form; small, big, thin, fat, you name it the Ravenclaw table had it.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he turned to Fred.

"Fred, you didn't do anything to the Gryffindor table, did you?" Harry asked.

"Harry! How could you think such a thing?" Fred exclaimed.

"We didn't do anything to the Gryffindor table," George continued.

"Good," Harry said. "I was beginning to get worried."

"We didn't only do the Gryffindor table," Fred said after a while.

"We did something to the teachers table too." The twins said at the same time.

"WHA-" Harry didn't get further as all the Gryffindors around them turned into lions. Real life lions with manes and tails the waived about. The lions looked at themselves, but didn't seem to get panic. Instead they looked over to the Slytherin table, and every single one got an evil glint in their eyes. The frogs at the aforementioned table looked worriedly at each other and started to jump towards the doors; the lions attacked as if they were one mind and one body. "You two are crazy and in sooooo much trouble." Harry said as he watched the wombats and turtles hurrying over to see what was going to happen next.

"Correction, you're in trouble too." Fred said. "You were the only one, along with us, who didn't turn into a lion."

"Now, the crown of our career as troublemakers." George said and snapped his fingers.

A second later instead of teachers, the Head table was occupied by different kinds of animals. Sprout had turned into a kangaroo with an apron, Flitwick into a canary with a tie, Trelawney into a royal penguin with an extremely big, pink hat. Snape had turned into a black raven and was holding a scythe and a sign over him said 'The Grim Reaper', McGonagall into her Animagus form with a hat and boots, and Dumbledore had turned into a cheetah with long silver beard. Cassar had turned into a wolf with a huge, pink, purple and light-blue bow around his neck, Imir turned into a bear in a yellow skirt and rings in the ears, and Madisa turned into a pink flamingo with a red cape where a big, golden 'S' was placed in the middle.

All Harry could do was stare with open mouth on the whole scene. This was the proof he needed. The Weasley twins were now officially stamped as Crazy as Hell, and should be sent to St. Mungo's as fast as humanly, and inhumanly, possible. He didn't doubt that even Voldemort would be afraid of them.

'I'm beginning to wonder if giving them that TriWizard money was a good idea after all.' Harry thought as he watched the animals turn back into humans. Every student and/or teacher that had been walking about were now sitting back in their respective seats as though nothing had happened. Everyone pinned the Weasley twins and him with death glares and Harry wished that the ground could open and swallow him whole.

"Well, that, was a new way to end the year." Dumbledore said after a while. "And since it is the end of the year, Misters Weasley and Mr Potter will not get punished, nor will they loose any points." Snape glared evilly at Dumbledore while McGonagall blinked a couple of times, then smiled sweetly to the Potion Master. "In fact, for that brilliant plan to work they must've used almost all their free time to study. I award 30 points to Gryffindor."

Snape's mouth dropped open and over at the Slytherin table Malfoy banged his head repeatedly on the table. McGonagall seemed to be keeping herself from jumping up and down like a maniac, while the rest of the Gryffindor table cheered like crazy. They had been tied with Slytherin this year in the house points and now they were the winners! Hermione hugged everyone in sight, Neville and Sakura did a high-five then decided to help Hermione and started hugging everyone in sight too. Ron and Ginny congratulated their brothers, and generally everyone were happy except the Slytherins.

"What a way to end the year!" Lee Jordan exclaimed. "Wohooo!"

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Nothing happened on the train back to King Cross the next day. Hermione read, Ron was telling Harry about Quidditch, and Harry was trying not to fall asleep. A perfectly normal ride. On the station Hermione, Ron, Harry and the rest of the Weasley children were almost chocked to death by Mrs Weasley when she gave them the yearly Welcome-Back Hugs.

Harry quickly excused himself and left the station, but not after promising to write regularly. He hurried out of the station and hid in a deserted alley. There his appearance changed. It was time to begin the last part of his plan.

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Blaise gladly stepped off the train. She had had to listen to Pansy Parkingson jabbering about her newest dress, and who she wanted to snag next year. God, that girl could bore the hell out of everyone and everything. Blaise looked around. She was looking for the person who was going to take her to her parents. The only problem was that she had no idea how the person looked like. A tiny detail Potter had forgotten to mention.

"Blaise! Blaise dear! Over here!" she looked in the direction of the voice. A woman was almost jumping up and down, waiving her hands about. She had long, black hair and kind, brown eyes. Her robe was deep-forest green with golden leaf patterns. "Blaise, over here honey!" Blasie headed that way. "I'm sorry about your parents," was the first thing the woman said. She picket up the teens trunk. "Come along then, you're going to stay with me this summer."

Blaise blinked and quickly followed the woman into the Muggle part of the station.

"What do you mean by that?" she demanded. "I thought tha-"

"That your aunt was coming?" the woman cut her off. The brown eyes held a warning. "Sorry dear, but we couldn't find her, she must be out of the country. Now, come along."

The Slytherin girl decided to keep quiet and followed the woman out of the station and into a back alley. There the woman began to search for something through all the seemingly endless pockets in her robe.

"Aha!" the woman held up a crystal statue of a lily. "Now, hold on." Blaise touched the flower and felt the tell tale sign of a portkey. "Wow, easy there!" the woman said and helped Blaise get her balance back when they landed.

Blaise looked around. They were in an old forest, high trees surrounded them and very little light managed to reach the forest floor. It all looked magical and unnatural. The black-haired woman had set off in a direction, Blasie's trunk floating after her.

"Wait!" she called and the woman turned, patiently waiting for Blaise to catch up. "I don't even know your name."

"Oh, how could I forget my manners!" the woman looked shocked. "I'm Lily Joyleaf. And if you call me 'Ms' or 'Mrs' I'm going to hex you into oblivion."

"Where are we going?"

"To your parents."

"But I thought you said-"

"We were in the middle of a crowded station with dozens of witches and wizards around. You do the math." Lily replied kindly, her brown eyes twinkling in a Dumbledore-like way. "Now, I think that you want to meet your parents." And suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a little cottage appeared in the clearing in front of them. "Go on, they're waiting. Just remember that Rex will drop by later tonight."

Blaise had been looking in wonder at the little house, and then remembered her own manners. She turned to thank Lily, but the woman was nowhere in sight, only Blaise's trunk on the ground. The Slytherin girl slowly started walking up to the cottage, but before she could take more than a few steps the door opened and out came her mother and father. Blaise ran right into their waiting arms, laughing and crying at the same time. Somebody had to remind her to thank Potter next time she saw him.

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'Thanks for the help voice,' Harry said as he packed away his things. He was back at Privet Drive, and the Dursley's hadn't changed one bit.

'Just don't expect me to make an illusion of you every time you snap your fingers.' The voice replied. 'How can you stand these Dursley's? Why don't you just turn into Rex Chase and blow them up?'

'That would attract unwanted attention. And it isn't as bad as it was the past four years. At least this time I'm allowed to keep my things in my room and do homework in the day-time.'

'You've a bit too much patience for my taste.' The voice complained.

'A few days ago you said that that was a good thing.' Harry reminded it in amusement. The voice began mumbling something about a plot against it. Harry just chuckled.

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Harry looked at the clock in his room and sighed. It was time to play Rex Chase again and get the Zabini's to their new house. He stood up and felt the change take over him. A second later instead of a fifteen year old boy standing in the room, a grown man had taken his place.

Harry apparated with a pop, and appeared again on the doorstep of the cottage. He knocked on the door three times and waited patiently until Mrs Zabini opened it. Before he even had time to open his mouth, he was engulfed into a vicious hug by the woman.

"Thank you so much for everything you've done for us." She whispered.

"Don't thank me yet," he replied. "There's still a few more steps to complete before you're safe." The woman released him and stepped back. Harry entered, nodding quickly to Mr Zabini and Blaise. He went over to the fireplace and sat down into midair. "Now, lets get down to business." He began. "Have a seat." He mentioned to the couch. "As I said last time I was here, there still are small, but significant things to take care of. First of all your new names. I hope you don't mind that I've picket them out," the three Zabini's shook their heads, "good. Now, you Ms Blaise will be Cynthia Thatcher. Mrs Zabini will be Cornelia Thatcher and you will be Dave Thatcher." Harry looked at them. "Now, the rest of the information you'll need to start a new life is in this folder here." He produced a yellow folder out of thin air and gave it to a surprised Blaise. Then he took out an old teacup and stood up. "Just touch this and we'll be on our way."

The three Zabini's did as he told them to and they disappeared in a bright flash of light. Not much later they were standing in the middle of a flat. The streetlight from outside gave them enough light to see around the room. There was a couch against the wall beside them, opposite the couch there was a TV, a shelf and a palm-plant in the corner. There was also a coffee- table in the middle of the room. Everything was covered by white sheets.

"Where are we?" Mrs Zabini asked. "I mean what country and town?"

"New Orleans, America." Came the reply. "Now, in the folder you'll find a couple of Visa cards and their like, and a bank account has been set up; school and jobs are taken care of." Harry turned to Blaise. "Ms Blaise, I'm afraid I must perform an Elf-spell on you. That time you listened in on a private conversation between Mr Potter and the Elf, Minour D'xin, the Elf didn't know it and didn't perform the spell on you. It's just in case, nothing else. I suggest that you sit down when I perform the spell." Blaise looked surprised that Harry knew about that, but did as she was told. Now came the hard part. Harry had to think like an Elf to manage this spell, and that meant that he had to forget everything he had learned at Hogwarts.

Mr and Mrs Zabini watched in fascination as the young man preformed the spell. Almost no one, not even Dumbledore, could manage to think like another species. Their daughter swayed a bit, but then she opened her eyes. Chase seemed to be a bit dizzy himself, but he didn't sit down. Instead he began to roam through the pockets of his coat after something or other, and in the end he took out a glass vial with a pure golden potion in it.

"Is that what I think it is?" Mr Zabini asked, watching the thick, sparkly, golden liquid in the vial.

"If you think that this is the potion for the Fidelius Charm, then you're right." Harry replied. "Now, I need something from each of you, it doesn't matter what it is, and I want you to put it in here," he mentioned to the vial. The two grown ups put their wedding rings into the potion and Blaise put a couple of hairs into it. Harry put some of his magic energy into it, then he conjured four glasses and poured a bit of the potion into them; he then handed each of the Zabini's their glass. "I must warn you that this will hurt a bit, and you'll feel as though you're floating. Just try to ignore that feeling. Ready? Here we go." All of them drank the potion at the same time. That it would hurt a bit was an understatement. To Harry it felt like he was under the Cruciatus curse again, then suddenly he felt like he was flying. It reminded him of the effects of the Imperius curse. He managed to drag himself back to reality, and discovered that the three others were doing the same. It took them some time to look around and realise where they were. "That was a new experience." Harry commented. "Well, now that that's taken care of, I'll be on my way. No wait! There's one more thing." He took out a letter from a pocket and handed it to Blaise. Then he was gone.

Blaise looked at the letter. She didn't recognise the crest, but it was addressed to her so she opened it and nearly lost it when she had read through the letter.

"Mum! Dad! I've been accepted to the Slayer Organisation!"

"Really?" her mother asked, took the letter from her daughter and read through it. "Oh God! You are!"

"It is an honour to have a daughter that's accepted in the Slayer Organisation." Her father said. "But why do I have a feeling that either Rex Chase or Harry Potter had something to do with that?"

"They probably did." Blaise said. "But I'm not complaining."

Her parents laughed and they set off to explore their new house.

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When he came home Harry collapsed at once into his bed, not even bothering to take off his shoes. God, how he hated to take portkeys, no matter the distance.

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Harry looked around. He was standing somewhere, but there was nothing that could tell him where. The whole place was made out of pure, white light. As far as he could see there was light. He might be in a thick fog, but he didn't think that was the situation. The light was endless. This was one of the weirdest things that had happened to him.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming towards him, and out of the fog, or whatever it was, a figure took shape. It was a tall man. He was wearing a white robe that seemed to be made out of the same light as the rest of this place. His hair was white, but the man wasn't old. On the contrary he seemed to be somewhere around Sirius' age. The ocean-blue eyes twinkled with wisdom and amusement.

Harry did the first thing that popped into his head. He bowed. When he looked back up the man was standing right in front of him. The man was smiling. He put his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"You did well Harry." The voice was soft, powerful and patient.

~*~

Harry smiled in his sleep.

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Well, what do you think? This is the last chapter. ::sniff:: I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did writing it. Look out for Harry's 6th year. It'll be out soon.

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