It had been hours since the curse had ended. Most of the children had left the Room of Requirement to find food or see how much they had missed. As the others left, the Room meddled into a comfortable sitting room for the remaining children.

Harry lay on a couch near the fire staring into the dancing flames, thinking. Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances.

"Harry? What are you thinking about," Hermione asked softly.

"I'm thinking about what Umbridge will do with all the information she has on me now. I'm thinking about how much of that information is going to be in the Prophet tomorrow in Rita Skeeter's most revealing article."

"Damn, I'd forgotten about her. You think she might go easy on you, mate?"

"Not a chance. She wouldn't sacrifice a story like this for anything. I can already see the headlines: 'The Wizarding World's Savior Can't Save Himself: Abused By Muggles.' I might never leave this room again."

"Well, that would be unfortunate, Potter."

Harry looked up before groaning and rolling over.

"What do you want, Malfoy? Can't you see I'm throwing a pity party?"

"Obviously. I'm here to propose a truce," he said sniffing at Harry's posture.

"What," Harry said dumbly as he finally sat up.

"A truce, Potter. It's obvious that you don't need to be arguing with us all the time, so let's just not argue," Parkinson said as she walked in behind Malfoy.

"So no more useless fighting?"

"No more useless fighting," Malfoy said, a small smile appearing on his face.

Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione.

"Why not? It won't cause us any harm," Ron shrugged and Hermione nodded.

"So what do you say, Potter? Truce," Malfoy held out his hand.

Harry grinned and shook the offered hand, "Truce."

A few hours later, McGonagall had search everywhere in the castle and had finally hiked up to the Room of Requirement to find the Golden Trio plus Malfoy and Parkinson still lounged in front of the fire having a friendly conversation.

"Mister Potter, a word please," she said from the door.

Harry rolled off the couch and walk out of the room.

"This is quite a development," she said gesturing to the children still in the room.

"We've made a truce."

"I see. Well, Mister Potter, I am here on the topic of your memories, specifically your relatives," McGonagall paused, watching Harry tense for a moment. "Umbridge has made me aware of their behavior, and it has come to my attention that you have asked the headmaster not to send you back them and he refused. Now I understand that you only have two years of you education left, but I am inviting you to live with me rather than going back to the Dursleys."

Harry's eyes widened, and he gasped. No more Dursleys. He wouldn't have to see them ever again. He launched himself at McGonagall, hugging her fiercely. She stumbled slightly at the sudden weight.

"Of course I will! Thank you so much!"

She smiled softly as she pulled an arm around him.