Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter' but do own my own characters...if anything doesn't seem to jive with the books, it's not meant to...Hope you enjoy it...

Harry needed to get away from the Dursleys or else he would snap. They were worse this summer and it didn't help that his friends weren't writing to him. He needed to talk to someone, anyone, who wasn't going to remind him that he was a freak or ask who Cedric was.

Since that night in the graveyard, he had been having nightmares about Cedric Diggory dying, He could change it by getting Wormtail's attention or jumping in front of the Hufflepuff but in the end, he always died. He even dreaming that Cedric didn't touch the Triwizard Cup but he always ended up at the graveyard dying.

Harry had snuck out after dinner. He knew the doors would be locked after nine but tonight he didn't care. He was going out and going to try to relax. He summoned the Knight Bus to take him into London where he treated himself to a better dinner than he's ever had and actually had dessert. He didn't have much money left but he was content. It had been the best night of his summer but then it took a 180.

Harry had been walking down a street when someone collided into his back.

"I'm sorry but I'm just trying to get rid of them," a young feminine voice said.

He turned to see a girl, maybe only a couple years older than him. Her black hair was windswept but she kept turning to look over her shoulder. Harry pushed his hair out of his eyes and followed her ice blue eyes to where she was staring. A block down, several men in black robes and masks stood. Death Eaters.

"Shit."

"You can say that again. I'll just get out of here."

Harry glanced over her shoulder again. They were only standing there. One moved and he caught sight of white blond hair. It could only be Lucius Malfoy. She started to leave but if these Death Eaters were after her, he didn't want to leave her alone. A taxi was coming up the street so Harry waved for it and pushed her into the backseat. He got in after her and told the driver to go.

"Where to?" he asked.

"My flat is up two blocks on the right," she said.

The taxi took them to her flat where Harry used the last of his Muggle money. He had some Galleons and Sickles but knew they wouldn't be taken anywhere in the Muggle world. He escorted her to her door and waited as she unlocked it.

"Thanks. You're what…15…but you still helped me. Thank you again."

"Not many people guess my age right. They think I'm a lot younger."

"You look young but your eyes betray you. You've gone through a lot in your short life."

Harry said goodbye and turned to leave. He rushed back to her flat when he heard her scream. He pulled his wand but hid it when he saw her kneeling in front of a painting.

"I'll kill them. Whoever did this, I'll kill them. This was the only thing I had of my dad and they destroyed it," she sobbed.

Her hands pushed the torn canvas together to stare into the face of her father. Harry's throat tightened as he stared too. He had seen a face very similar to her father, just only a few months ago.

"Um…maybe we should call the police."

"Like they believed me the last time I called? They laughed when I told them that I was being followed by people in black dresses and masks. They said it's probably a prank and to forget about it."

"We shouldn't stay here. They might come back," Harry said, hoping they didn't because he couldn't fight against a handful of Death Eaters.

She looked up at Harry and caught sight of something glowing on her wall. She got up and approached it. Harry followed her gaze and literally gasped.

You'll be next, blood traitor. You'll die just like your so called grandmother and your parents.

She reached out and touched the glowing letters. They looked like the lettering that Lord Voldemort used in the Chamber of Secrets in Harry's 2nd year.

"I knew it wasn't an accident. I will kill them," she screamed.

She glowed the same color as her eyes before a burst of energy exploded from her, knocking her into another wall and Harry to the floor. Her limp body rested on floor in a heap. Harry went over to her and tried to shake her awake.

Two popping sounds of apparition were heard. Two people dressed in dark robes entered with their wands drawn. The woman had bright pink hair and the man was a tall black man. It wasn't until Harry looked up at them did they stop.

"She won't wake up. Death Eaters were following her and must have broken in. They said they are coming for her, like they did with her relatives."

"Wotcher, Harry. What are you doing here?" Nymphadora Tonks, the female Auror, asked.

"You can help her. She glowed and then exploded with magic. Wake her up."

"Tonks, go to Albus, get the address, and tell Poppy to meet us there," Kingsley Shacklebolt said.

"Why, Kingsley?"

The man had repaired the portrait of the girl's father. Tonks took one look and disapparated. Kingsley collected a few things for the girl and waited for Tonks to get back. When she got back, she took the bag of things and Harry's arms. Kingsley picked up the girl and disapparated.

"Hold onto me and don't fidget."

Apparating felt like a portkey but tighter. He shut his eyes as they traveled. When they arrived, he opened them to see a little park surrounded by rowhouses. Tonks gave him a slip of paper.

"Read it, memorize it, and destroy it."

Harry opened the slip to see 'The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place'. He did as he was told and looked to Tonks for the meaning. Right in front of him, a new rowhouse appeared. Kingsley and the girl were already going in so Harry ran to catch up. He wanted to know who she was and why Death Eaters would be after her.

"Bring her in here, Kingsley," Madam Pomfrey said.

Harry followed and watched as the medi-witch did various scans. He didn't even feel the person who now stood behind him. He did feel the hand on his shoulder though.

"Hello, Harry."

"Sirius! Is this where you've been hiding?"

"It is my home, Harry. I gave it to Dumbledore to use for the Order. I heard we were expecting guests. Who's that?"

"Don't know. I thought she was another Muggle. Death Eaters have been stalking her and then tonight she let out a burst of energy and collapsed."

"Sirius, you may want to see this," Tonks said, enlarging the painting.

Sirius left Harry and stepped over to his cousin. She showed him the painting and he went pale.

"It looks exactly like him. You can't be serious though. He was only 18."

"Do you know who that is? When I saw it, I thought I was looking at you," Harry said.

"Harry, did she say anything about this portrait?"

"She was hysterical when she saw it torn. Said it was the only thing she had of her father and that she was going to kill whoever destroyed it."

Madam Pomfrey came over to the group. Her face held no answer to what was going on.

"She's simply unconscious. When she wakes, we'll be able to ask her questions. All I can tell is that her magic had been bound and when she got extremely upset, it was freed. I'll levitate her upstairs to an extra room and leave. Owl or Floo me when she wakes."

Madam Pomfrey and the girl left the room. Harry turned to his godfather and asked about the man in the painting.