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Harry strolled lazily through Hogsmade with a powerful appearance. His black hooded silk cloak hung around him concealing his true appearance with his silver serpent clasp holding his cloak in place round his shoulders blocking out any colour of his shirt beneath. His leather pants clung to his figure, hugging his thighs and bottom and showing off his godly figure. His black horntail hide boots completed his look making him appear as a rich diplomat on a stroll. The truth however would have been unbelievable.

Harry Potter was fourteen years old and lived and worked in Avalon, a school for the elite magically gifted. Those drafted in to the school were put through a vigorous schedule of challenges and workshops designed to allow individuals to achieve at any subject that takes their fancy, dark or light. Harry Potter at fourteen had done more than many would ever have believed was possible. He was an enigma to the school but one that was regarded with the highest respect. While Avalon's training program usually started at nine years old, Harry's letter had been sent out while he was five. Something strange to any person in Avalon. Magic was usually controllable from the age of nine or maybe ten, depending on the individual. To be able to train in magic from an early age disclosed Harry as being very powerful and that he was.

When collecting their student to appear at Avalon, teachers witnessed something incredible. Harry Potter at five years of age was floating in mid air taking out the milk from the fridge and retrieving a glass for him self. He was not breaking out in to a sweat, nor did he appear magically exhausted. It was as though it was an everyday occurrence. The boy seemed to have natural control but then what could one expect from the defeater of the Dark Lord Voldermort.

It was not just Harry's magic that dazzled the men and women on Avalon. Harry's mind was equally talented. Harry had a photographic memory that allowed him to recall any piece of information that he needed. He was fluent in numerous languages from hearing them on recording tapes in the children's library and his reading and writing level was wildly above his age.

Furthermore Harry's appearance was one that awed them. The young boys hair was shoulder length concealing his scar and his vibrant green eyes shone wildly in excitement at the development he had been told. Harry Potter was truly powerful and he proved that further in his studies.

No one at Avalon knew how much Harry had completed as individual studies were kept secret from everyone but the student and the individual teacher they were studying with. Harry had an ability to complete a course of magic within a year, even those such as Transfiguration that would have demanded time and effort of at least ten years before a mastery was possible.

No body knew everything about the true Harry. Only Harry knew about the true Harry. He knew exactly who his true parents were and how he had got to Lily and James Potter in the first place. Harry knew everything about himself and his photographic memory protected by Occlumency to the highest degree allowed him to keep his secrets from those who would use him to fight the obnoxious Dark Lord who felt it was his duty to rule the world.

There were only two men who were more fascinated about Harry that the men and women on Avalon: the Dark Lord Voldermort and the Light Lord Dumbledore. Voldermort wanted to kill Harry for a prophesy that had appeared when Harry was a baby and Dumbledore wanted Harry to fight Voldermort to allow the Light to prevail. In all fairness, Harry did not know why the men wanted Harry and neither did he care for them. Harry wanted to live his own life to the fullest and that is why he was in Hogsmade.

There was a risk of Harry being caught in Hogsmade but Harry had been dared by his friend Sacrate and he felt the need to complete this dare. He knew why Sac had done it. The stupid vampire knew that those Hogwarts students would truly annoy him throughout the day. The vampire has dared Harry to spend the day in Hogsmade around Hogwarts students and Harry had been inclined to take up the dare rather than forfeit for the penalty which would have been worse.

The children of Hogwarts were laughing, chatting and screaming wildly, their voices echoing off the walls of the wooden buildings and it to Harry's sensitive ears. Harry did not know how he was going to truly survive the day with the idiotic children who believed they were the best of the best because they went to Hogwarts. Children of all ages were playfully pushing to get in to shops such as Zonkos and Honeydukes yelling loudly for products and fighting over the last ones on the shelf. The owners of said shops were fussing about the amount of students despite the money that they would rake in and the assistants were bemused at the students' excitement.

Harry shook his head at the sight and decided to head towards the Hogs Head in search of solitude from the excited crowds. Moving southwards through the village Harry heard a series of pops indicating people had apparated in to Hogsmade. Searching round Harry found the source of the noise. Twenty men had appeared wearing black cloaks and white masks with their wands branched and their stature poised ready to strike like serpents.

Harry giggled at the sight. The men stalked through the village looking frightening to the students who screamed trying to get away from the men who had invaded the village. The men were grabbing random students of various ages and houses and disapparating to another location taking the students with them. Harry could not contain his excitement believing that it would be more fun to follow those students who had been taken and looked to the man who he believed to be the leader who was in the middle of the court yard the men had entered. He was wearing a silver mask concealing most of his face but his blond hair showed lightly underneath his hood and his silver eyes shone out from his mask matching the colour and coldness. His mouth was thin lipped and was twisted in to a smirk of satisfaction while he looked around at his surroundings noticing the frightened atmosphere.

Harry walked over to the leader, not taking out his wand, and stopped before him expectantly.

"Hello mister," Harry said in a childish and innocent voice.

The man rounded on Harry and his eyes bore in to Harry's emerald ones. A sneer crossed his lips as he took in Harry's appearance.

"What do you want, boy?" The man asked sneeringly.

"Oh, come now mister. Don't be like that." Harry stated mockingly. "I've come to you for you to take me with you."

"And why would I want to do that?" The man sneered.

"Much better than sticking around here with these idiots." Harry explained while his hands indicated the people surrounding him.

The man looked at Harry with a bemused look before looking around himself. He stood there for a minute in silence contemplating what to do with the boy before the man finally nodded.

"I believe that you could … tag along" the man stated with an insincere politeness.

A grin graced Harry's face as he thought about his next little adventure. Harry knew who these people were. They were Death Eaters for the Voldermort who believed he had to kill Harry. These men had killed and violated many but Harry wanted to know what all the fuss was about and wanted some excitement considering the dull day he had been having.

Harry held out his hand expectantly at the lead Death Eater who grabbed it and whisked them both away to a new destination.