It was cold and raining. The street was deserted and 30 yr old Harry Potter looked around seemingly unaffected by the cold draught. He hoped his source was right as he had other matters to take care of than be caught out on a dead lead. He looked around. No activity for a mile atleast. He idly wondered how lucky he was that this street was empty. He wouldn't have to worry about others getting caught in the crossfire.
He extended his magi senses and felt around. His eyes took on a green glow and he saw only blackness. No magic whatsoever beyond his immediate area. Suddenly he tensed a moment before his body turned red hot and glowed . His clothes erupted in flames and a skeleton body remained wearing tough dragon hide vest. At once he turned back and felt the wave of green magic sweep through his body. He moved his hands in front of him and took the brunt of the death curse head on. The magic passed away and he looked at the wizard standing on the roof top in front.
He was 6feet tall and looked 20-25 years old. He wore a heavy cloak but his front was open and showed an inner shirt and pants with thick black boots. He had wavy black hair till his shoulders and his eyes burnt black as night. His face looked surprised as his curse failed.
The Ghost Rider Harry looked and smiled.
'Death holds no sway for me in my current form foolish wizard'