Not much expaining but this is the introduction.

Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough I don't own Harry Potter, but, for this chapter at least I own the characters.

"Alohomora" Sage whispered under his breath, his wand hidden up his sleeve and pointed at the muggle house's back door. He needn't fear the muggles, the lights were out and the car gone leading to the clear assumption that they were out; no he had to fear his own kind. They would have detected the spell instantly and know were he was. He had to be quick.

Sage pushed open the door, it creaked and he jumped back. Just because he thought no one was home didn't mean he didn't to be as quiet as possible. He stepped forward, the room he entered was the kitchen, he already knew that, that was one of the reasons he had chosen this house. The room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside but he knew he couldn't turn on the light and he daren't use a Lumos spell. He looked around briefly, his slightly too long, untidy, black hair shuffled in front of his eyes. He needed a shower and for that matter a shave, slight dark stubble had grown over his pale skin.

There was a noise from behind him.

He turned in alarm drawing his wand from the sleeve of his school shirt, the Gryffindor emblem evident on the top pocket. He pushed the wand out in front of him pointing it at the door he'd just come from.

There was nothing there.

There was another movement, but Sage saw it this time. It was a cat, just a cat. The creature hissed as he pointed the wand at it.

"Damn, I thought you were…" he hissed back at the animal.

He staggered back, still staring at the cat and tripped clean over a discarded mop that had slid to floor sometime during the night. He flew backwards crashing into the counter knocking several plates from a drying board which then smashed as they hit the floor.

So much for being as quiet as possible he thought as he climbed back to his feet. He looked for the cat but it had gone, fled as it heard the crash. Let's just get on with it and go Sage thought irritably. He walked to the fridge and opened. It was full. Perfect. He wasn't the type of person to steal normally but desperate times called for desperate measures. He grabbed a hunk of cheese and bit into it ravenously.

"Who are you?" came a voice from behind.

Damn. Sage hung his head slightly and closed his eyes for a moment before rising and turning to the voices owner. This was exactly what he didn't want.

The voice owner was a teenage girl, around sixteen at first glance, his own age. She was stood in the archway leading to the living room, sage couldn't see her face because of the dark but he could see that she had obviously just woken, pulled on a pair of jeans over her pink pyjamas and grabbed a rather large wooden pole (Sage momentarily wondered where the pole had come from before dismissing it as unimportant) and had come to confront him.

"Um… ss sorry I was just leaving" he replied lamely

"I said who are you" she half shouted advancing with the pole in hand.

Sage saw her face she was brown haired an blue eyed with a heart shaped face, she was actually quiet pretty ,despite the wrinkles on her forehead that told him exactly how angry she was, he thought but then he looked at the pole and put his hands up

"Ill just leave" he said

"You're not going anywhere" she shouted this time waving the pole. Sage had had enough.

"Look I don't want to hurt you, alright" sage said backing towards the door. The girl was unfazed by the mild threat.

"Believe me, I'm going to hurt you first!" she hissed at him.

Suddenly a wave of anger hit Sage, some stupid muggle girl in her pyjamas, pretty as she was, was waving a stick at him and he was scared. He, Sage who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a respected sixth year Gryffindor who had passed his O.W.L.S with an Outstanding in Defence Against the Dark Arts, was afraid of some muggle halfwit waving a pole at him.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.

"I don't think you will somehow, last warning." He spat, fully aware of how foolish he sounded, pointing a few inches long wooden stick at her, while simultaneously not caring any more.

To his surprise the girl staggered back, her anger dissolving into wide eyed surprise and acute fear.

"You're a wizard!?" she exclaimed, dropping the pole.

Oh that was perfect, Sage thought, was there anything else that could go wrong.

"You're a witch!?" he replied in an equally surprised voice, hoping the answer to be no, but prepared to start running if it wasn't.

"A Squib" she answered, not taking her eyes from his wand.

Well at least I know she won't pull out a wand and blast me into oblivion, Sage thought and now he had the advantage.

"I apologise for the intrusion and bid you good night" he said smoothly but as he turned to leave, she suddenly cried out,

"Wait you're the one in the Daily Prophet, that Hogwarts student that turned bad!"

Damn it, he cursed silently this was possibly the worse case scenario besides finding she was really an Auror.

"You're a Death Eater" she breathed in horror.

"And you would be an accomplice, I presume" came a third rasping male voice from the doorway.

Sage span to find a haggard looking man stood barring the doorway. He was around his early thirties, a mop of blond hair barely hiding a long silver scar above his left eye; he had also evidently not shaven for a few weeks. He wore shabby robes, was pointing a wand at him and was, without doubt, a ministry Auror.

Horrified Sage leapt to the side instantly to avoid the spell he knew was inevitably coming. He was facing an Auror he thought momentarily, what chance did he have? The thought disappeared as the Auror raised his wand and basic survival instinct kicked in.

"Stupefy" the Auror yelled and a brilliant red light sailed towards were Sage had been standing only moments ago and crashed in to counter.

The squib girl screamed.

Fear gripping him like chains, Sage pointed his wand at the Auror and did the first spell that came to mind.

"AGUAMENTI!"

A jet of water blasted from Sage's wand and slammed into the Auror toppling him backwards. Aguamenti Sage thought, what the hell was that?! Oh well at least it worked, now move!

Sage leapt to his feet, a million things running through his head, most telling him run, but he remembered the girl, the Auror thought she was an accomplice; he couldn't let him take her. Grabbing her arm and pulling her, he threw himself into the living room as another spell soared overhead.

"STUPEFY!"

Sage vaulted the coffee table, pulling the stunned girl with him and turned as the Auror came to the archway.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Sage yelled, the spell completely missed and the Auror retaliated.

"STUPEFY!"

Sage ducked the spell, which flew into a sofa, bundling the girl into the hall way. He reached the front door and thrust down the handle but it didn't budge.

"You lock the front door!" he yelled to the impassive girl who was now shaking uncontrollable.

Sage looked around, the Auror was in the living room, raising his wand to sling another stunning spell, but Sage already knew he would be and had readied his own spell.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

"STUP…"

Sages spell hit true, he'd got lucky and the Auror's wand flew from his hand halfway across the living room.

"Alohomora" Sage screamed at the door and kicked at it. It opened and he and the girl bundled out of it and into the garden. He had to disapparate now while the auror was distracted.

But the Auror, having retrieved the wand in a matter of seconds, had reached the hallway and was yelling yet another spell at Sage, but Sage had already prepared the disapparation and was once again too quick.

"APPARATE"

"STUPEFY!"

The stunning spell soared through the air and once again flew though the space where it's target had been mere moments ago. Sage and the girl had gone and the Auror stalked to the point where they had disappeared and growled in irritation. His prey had gotten away and there was bound to be a ton of paperwork explaining the loud bangs at two in the morning to local muggles. He made a quick promise to himself, next time they would not escape.

Possibly not the best peice I've ever written, but it does the job.

Next Chapter- Sage has some explaining to do.