I looked out over the newest dance club in the wizarding world and cursed dejectedly. Magik was the hottest dance club only those under 25 that had a significant chance of affecting the world were allowed access. The way those accepted as members didn't seem to matter to the owners of Magik. If you were rich, famous, beautiful or powerful you were allowed in. The occasional person with a strange magical gift like myself would be accepted but it was extremely rare. The club was a pureblood idea originally, get all the kids that would affect the world together and cooperating together. Now it was just an extremely exclusive dance club that had a rather dark guest list. As I scanned the room again looking for someone entertaining to engage in conversation, my best friend Daniel Winters sat down and started going on in her undyingly happy about what a great club Magik was.

"Merlin, Daphnee this place is amazing. Have you checked out the dance floor yet" she said waving her hand in the general direction of the dance portion of the club.

"No, I haven't." I responded dispassionately

"Well you should Daphnee there are so many hot guys here and their all staring at you. You're just sitting and staring into space and not enjoying it at all. It's really depressing."

"That's nice." I agreed not really paying attention

"That's it. You're not even listening to me. You're dancing and that's that." I weakly protested until she physically dragged me onto the dance floor and handed me a drink.

With the alcohol pumping lazily through my veins, I began to relax and dance with some of the sexier male models that were out on the floor. I began moving my body very close to one of the models and enjoyed the lustful looks of the men checking out my beautiful body. At 5,9 blonde curvy and beautiful, with high heels I was as tall as most of the guys at the club. With the strobe lights, techno music, and alcohol, I felt incredibly free rubbing up against the handsome man.

For two seconds my life was normal. There was a sound like thunder and everyone's head including mine whipped to the door, or more accurately where the doors had been. Someone, most likely the man standing were the doors once were, had blasted the magically reinforced doors off their hinges. The man was dressed in a black cloak and hood. The look on the mans face made my blood turn cold. The anger coursing from his beautiful green eyes made me want to go hide under my bed. He had black messy hair, with several scars on his face, a firm jaw and the most beautiful emerald colored eyes I had ever seen. Though they shined brightly I could see they were dulled by anger and witnessed horrors. Magic poured off him in a red cloud that promised many years of pain and death on the one the man was looking for her. He found his man sitting at a table in the corner flirting with some waitress

"Draco Malfoy" came out in a gravely voice that sounded more like a growl.

Draco in the corner had a second to pale and start sputtering, before the man was on him in a flash. The punch the raven haired man landed on Draco must have been magnified by his out of control magic, because Draco flew about 30 feet and hit the wall. The raven haired man was on him in a second, landing punches to Draco's jaw. Draco was trying to defend himself but was knocked unconscious by the second blow. It didn't matter to the raven haired man who just continued his onslaught against Draco.

"Did you honestly think you'd get away with it Draco? Did you honestly think you and your cronies would get away with raping my wife while I was hunting Voldemort. My seventh year I spent ridding the world of the bastard you call a master. I come back, my life is perfect for six months. Then my wife is diagnosed with breast cancer. I still didn't know what you bastards did to her. She died tonight, and a drunk Mundugus Fletcher tells me what you guys did to her. I told him that I would arrest you guys. Well here's the kicker, People get arrested. Animals get put down. She didn't tell me because she knew I would throw my life away by murdering you animals for what you did to her. Well guess what Draco. Without her my life isn't worth living so you get to die."

After his demented ramblings were finished there were tears streaking down his cheek. He stood up drew his wand so fast I didn't even see it and cast the killing curse on Draco. I don't even think the killing curse was necessary. I think the barrage of punches to Draco's face had killed him but apparently the raven haired man didn't care.

"Ex-expelliarmus" someone shouted someone to the right of me.

The wand flew out of the raven haired mans hand. A second, a growl and a wave of his empty hand later and the man who had cast the spell was unconscious sliding down the wall on the other side of the club.

The raven haired man sat down at the bar and a fire whisky bottle flew into his hand. He didn't even bother with a glass, just grabbed the bottle and took a long swig. He put the bottle down and began openly sobbing. His magic seemed to react and became boiling hot. The glass bottles behind the bar, glowed orange for a second then shattered. Things around him started to burn. His cloak and shirt burned off revealing a body that was incredibly skinny but that had been worked into looking sexy. Everything around him was burned or burning except for his fire proof dragon skin pants and his bottle of firewhisky.

"Look at him." Nicole whispered in my ear

"Are you insane? I don't want to know what that mans soul looks like."

"Yes you do. Please use your sight." Nicole begged

"It's a violation of privacy." I'm not going to mention the fact that I would probably wet myself if I used my second sight on the man sitting at the bar.

"That's never been a problem before. Please. If you do it I'll invite you up to the manor for a weekend so you can escape you crazy grandma."

"Make it a week and you have a deal." I said desperate to escape my crazy grandma.

"Fine. Do it." She said

I gathered my magic in the small space just above my eyes, and tried to focus. The second sight is not something you want to use regularly. While normal sight allows you to see what you can regularly see, the second sight allows you to see what actually is. If you look at a person with the second sight, you can see what their soul looks like. A person's soul will always tell you what kind of person someone is. If they are a nice person they will seem like a prince or princess. If they are evil then they seem monstrous. Some of the people I'd seen with it had been horrible. Most people seem normal with just a slight change to their features. I'd seen Bellatrix Lestrange as a child. That was the most horrifying thing I'd ever seen in my life. She was the definition of repulsive with boiling red skin wrapped in vipers. I truly expected the man at the bar to make Bellatrix look like a pretty unicorn. I looked at him.

There are no words to describe him. He looked like the warrior archangel Michael. I started to cry. His wings had been cut off in incredibly ruthless fashion leaving nothing but bloody stumps. That wasn't even the saddest part. His arms legs and torso were chained to heavy lead balls like you see in muggle movies, instead of chains though someone had used barbed wire. Every time he moved the wire dug into his skin and stained his pure white robes blood red. He must have felt me looking at him because he turned around and looked at me. I actually screamed there was a huge hole in his chest and you could see a damaged but still beating heart in his ribs. I cancelled the sight desperate to not see anymore of the damaged but breathtaking angel, trying to kill the painful feelings in his gut with the poison of alcohol.

"Daphne?" Nicole whispered trying to bring me out of my second state induced trance.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said shaking Nicole off.

"So what did you see?" Nicole asked.

"You know I can't tell you that" I scolded Nicole "It's a horrible violation of privacy to look at someone's soul much less tell someone else what you saw."

I unsteadily walked to the bar to sit next to the dark haired man. I took a small swig out of his bottle and nearly burned the back of my throat.

Then one of the women screamed and the spell of stillness and quiet that fallen on the bar since the dark haired man's entrance, was gone. The people went crazy and started stampeding like animals out of the nearest exit. The man didn't seem bothered he just took a long swig of the bottle and placed it next to me. We took turns drinking from the bottle with Nicole staring at me. While we were drinking I took the time to check out the guys body. There were heavy scars all down the guys body. His back was terrifying. There were heavy burns and scars vertically all down the guys back. Only a firewhip could cause scars like that, and they were so illegal even possession of one could get you life in Azkaban.

I finally decided to break the uncomfortable silence building and stuck out my hand "Daphne Greengrass"

He looked me in the eyes and I thought I saw a flash of recognition, then he took my hand flipped it over kissed the back of my hand, maintaining eye contact with the fearsome emerald and said in a soft voice "Harry Potter" with that he stood up and left wherever his bare feet touched the ground a black footprint was burned into the floor.

Harry Potter I thought confusedly to myself 'the kid who was so skinny and lost his first four years at Hogwarts. Those years he'd come back to Hogwarts with more signs of beatings than any of the purebloods carried. Then the Dark Lord returned. Potter had been the symbol of defiance against both the Dark Lord and the corrupt ministry. She remembered how everyday in DADA class Potter would unabashedly declare to the whole class that the Dark Lord was back and they needed to be prepared. Umbridge would give him another detention with her horrible blood quill, in an attempt to break the kid. Potter would laugh in her face. In his sixth year Harry Potter came to school a changed man. Not a boy, a man. His body had caught up to his actual age. It never caught up to his eyes and I suspect it never will. Those eyes would look old on Dumbledore.'

'Dumbledore died that year. I remember the argument between Flitwick and McGonagal. They were debating about who the new leader of the resistance would be. Flitwick was arguing for her and McGonagol said it was time to pass the reins on to Potter. It was after all his war. He took the role of leader or at least I assume he did otherwise It would have been odd to see him giving McGonagol orders at the final battle. Potter and Longbottom walked into the forest together that night ready to face their own personal piece of hell. McGonagol shuffled all the students into the Great Hall. We waited for what seemed like years but was probably only an hour. Longbottom walked in with Bellatrix Lestrange's body levitated behind him.'

'Potter walked in behind Longbottom. His shirt was torn revealing a body hardened from quiditch and training. He was angry and his magic was swirling all around him. He was covered in mud and blood and smelled like dead bodies. To this day I've never been so aroused. He took the rucksack off his shoulder. Found the minister sitting in Dumbledore's chair. He blasted him off the chair and tossed him the bag. The minister opened the bag and looked inside. He'd given a girlish shriek and dropped the bag allowing the contents to spill out. Voldemorts head rolled out into the middle of the Great Hall. Nobody had seen from Potter since then. There were rumors of course. They said he'd been assassinated or was now the Ministries #1 auror. Anyone who was at Hogwarts at the time could have told you he was like Brutus or Sherman. He'd do what he had to do and be a weapon of unstoppable power, but as soon as the job was done he was going back to his farm.'