Jennifer walked to her father's office near the Quidditch pitch. He had replaced Madam Hooch several years ago as Hogwarts new flying instructor. She was nervous about the upcoming conversation. She didn't know how he would react to her bringing up his past. Hell, she didn't even know if he would believe her at all. She knew her friends were in a similar situation with their own fathers because they had all agreed to go to them and ask because they worked at the school. Jennifer stood outside the door for a moment gathering up her Gryffindor courage and knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in!" Ron Weasley yelled.

Jennifer walked in and smiled nervously at her father. He turned around and smiled when he saw his daughter enter his office.

"Jen! How are you? How is school going?" He said enthusiastically. He didn't get to see her as often as he would like because she didn't play quidditch.

"Hi daddy. I'm doing fine. Umm, I actually wanted to talk to you about something. If you aren't too busy." She watched her father check his watch and smile at her before gesturing to the seat across from his desk.

"Sure, I've got a few hours before the first years have their lessons. What did you wan't to talk about?" He suddenly froze and looked nauseous,

"You aren't dating anyone are you?" He said slowly with trepidation. Jennifer rolled her eyes at her father. Honestly, he could be so tactless sometimes.

"No daddy, I am not dating anyone. Nor have I gotten into any fights, failing any classes and I am not pregnant." She said, making sure to cover all of the boundaries. She smirked at her father who blushed in embarrassment.

"Right. So, what did you want to ask?" Ron said trying to recover from his most recent venture into the land of dense-mania.

"Well see it's like this," and she proceeded to tell him all about her dreams and what they had found out about Harry Potter.

"and we wanted to know if you would tell us more about what happened to him. For all we know he could still be trapped there. Please daddy?" Ron was very pale by the time she finished and looked like he wanted to be sick with the memory of his best friend and the part he played in his disappearance. He sank back into his chair and put his head in his hands. Then, without lifting his head, he started to speak.

"I never forgave myself for what I said to Harry. I never imagined that he would just disappear. Harry was always a small child, even by fifth year he couldn't have been more than 5' 3"; he was pale, delicate and slightly sickly looking. He would kill me in my sleep if he ever found out I said that, by the way. It is true though, he was so tiny! But he had the most beautiful emerald green eyes that he inherited from his mother, Lilly Evans. His parents were killed by Voldemort at the end of the first War. I am not going to go into that now, you will find everything that has to do with him and Voldemort in the history books. Anyway, he was sent to live with his muggle relative that were, from what we could get out of him were probably abusive. He was locked up, starved and always had some kind of wound and a bunch of bruises when he came back at the start of each year. Your mother, Harry and myself were nearly inseparable save for the occasional argument and falling out. Though I think the only time that Harry and I really stopped speaking was during our fourth year when I accused him of entering his name into the Triwizard Tournament. Most of the school thought he had and he ended up isolated from most of Hogwarts. He was miserable and I felt like a right prick when I had to listen to Harry cry himself to sleep every night. The problem was I was too stubborn and proud to admit I was wrong and apologize. It took him having to fight a dragon and nearly getting killed to get me to pull my head out of my arse and beg for forgiveness."

Before he could continue any further, Dumbledore entered his office through the floo. He looked solemnly at the two occupants.

"I apologize for interrupting but it seems Professor Malfoy has brought to my attention that his son has been inquiring about Harry Potter because you seem to know where he might be?" The headmaster looked a little hopeful that she would be able to lead them to their long missing student.

"Yes sir. Dad was just telling me about him. In my dream he crawled into an old crawl space on the seventh floor near the storage rooms. He was being chased by Filch and the door closed on him when he hid inside it." Dumbledore looked at her as though trying to determine whether she was telling the truth or not. Finally he said,

"I believe you Miss. Weasley and I also believe that I know which crawl space you are talking about. It hasn't been used in generations. I don't understand why it would suddenly open up though. Come with me." And he turned and flooed back to his office. Jennifer and her father followed him and were met by her mother, Professor Granger (who kept her maiden name for teaching purposes), Professor Malfoy (potions), Scorpius, Amy and her father Professor Longbottom (basic herbology), Professor McGonnigal, Professor Sprout (advanced herbology), Professor Flitiwick and Professor Snape who had moved to the defense against the dark arts position several years prior to her starting hogwarts.

"Now since everyone has already been informed of the situation, let us go and find our missing student" And with that, he led the group to the seventh floor and to the location of the crawl space that Jennifer saw Harry disappear into. He used a series of complicated looking wand taps and movements and then the wall started to shake before and old, small stone door cracked away from the wall bring up a cloud of dust with it. Ron was the first one to clear the dust from his vision and get a look inside the dark storage room.

"Oh merlin." he breathed. His face was sheet white and looked like he would go into shock. He slowly walked forward and leaned into the crawlspace and began to gently pull something (or someone and Jennifer had a pretty good idea who) out of the dark, cold confinements of the room. The atmosphere around her was heavy with horror and sadness as her father pulled the small, limp body of his 15 year old best friend out of his prison. Her mother and the other surrounding females save for her and Amy broke down into tears at the sight of the small boy. A few of the men had tears in their eyes as well while every one else looked solemn and depressed.

"Damn," Professor Malfoy whispered. He was starting to sound a little choked up, "I forgot how small he was." Her father cradled the little boy to his chest looking lost and devastated.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean it. Any of it. I'm so sorry."

AN: I could leave this the way it is but I really want it to have two endings. Let me know what you think. R&R