Angela tried desperately not to cry, she really did. She tried to be strong for her daughter as the dark cloaked man held her beautiful Katie in place so that she witnessed everything these men did to mother. She tried to reassure her daughter, tried to ease the pain in her eyes, to stop the tears running down her precious little face.

But she couldn't do it; she couldn't hold it in. The man pointed the innocuous looking stick at her again and muttered more unintelligible words, shooting a beam of light directly towards her. She screamed and howled as the pain enveloped every cell in her body.

When the pain finally stopped she opened her eyes and locked them with her daughters grief filled ones. The man holding Katie grinned cruelly at her and mouthed the words 'she's next'.

Angela tried to stifle the sob that bubbled up in her throat, but to no avail. Her daughter would watch her die and would then be tortured in the same horrific way. Something deep inside her broke as she came to that realisation.

The next time they cursed her she didn't scream; they couldn't hurt her more deeply than they already had.

But someone else screamed.

Miles away in muggle London, a young man of twenty-eight with startling green eyes and a shock of messy raven hair screamed.

"Mr. Roberts sir? Mr. Roberts?" Harry looked up as his assistant called him again and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry Graham," he said.

"You seem a little off today, sir," Graham Sims observed as he opened the car door for Harry and then followed him in.

"Just a bit tired," Harry muttered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. "Go ahead Graham, I'm listening," he said as the car began to move.

"Yes sir, your schedule is rather light today, just two items . . . ."

Harry sighed into his coffee that afternoon. He should have bought something stronger, he was exhausted; mentally and physically. And he knew that when his acquaintance arrived he'd call him on it, brutal honesty was always one of his favourite things, especially if it meant he could insult whomever he was talking to at the same time.

To be honest with how exhausted he was feeling he should have cancelled, he wasn't up to their usual verbal sparring. But their fortnightly rendezvous had become somewhat of a tradition and he hadn't been able to bring himself to pick up the phone and dial, let along muster up the energy.

Harry smiled wanly at the waitress as she came over to collect his cup.

"Anything else for you today Mr. Roberts?" she asked, Karen that was her name, he was a regular at this particular coffee house.

"Double expresso," he grunted. Karen didn't seem to mind his lack of eloquence, perhaps she could tell how exhausted he was, everyone else he'd seen today seemed to have commented on it.

"Partying all night again?" a familiar drawl said, Harry gathered up the energy to lift his head and look up into the smirking face of Draco Malfoy. "Bloody hell Harry, you look like shit," he said bluntly.

"So I've been told. Repeatedly," Harry muttered.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked in an uncharacteristic display of concern.

"I haven't been sleeping all that well," Harry said evasively, avoiding looking Draco in the eye. Draco was the only person from his schooldays that Harry was still in contact with who knew the source of his occasional bouts of nightmares, if only it was that simple. These dreams were less like dreams and more like. . . no he wouldn't go there, that was impossible. They ended when He died. When Harry killed him.

"Bad dreams?" Draco asked curiously. Harry shrugged and avoided Draco's eyes. "Visions?" Draco asked in a whisper. Harry's head shot up so fast that his head spun.

"Why on earth would you say that?" Harry hissed. "We both know that's not possible," he said forcefully. The look Draco gave him made Harry's insides melt with fear.

"Harry," Draco began hesitantly, "There have been some attacks . . . on muggles."

Harry stared at him silently. No. He shook his head in denial. There was no way.

"No." he whispered hoarsely.

"There's no reason to assume it's . . ."

"Why else would I be having . . ." he took a deep breath, "Visions?"

"We think that it's a Death Eater. It makes sense, they were connected to him through the dark Mark so they might be connected to you," Draco said, Harry nodded, inwardly cringing at the thought of being connected in any way to those people.

"Hang on, we? The Order?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Draco nodded. "They've reformed due to recent events and are trying everything they can to put a stop to them. Which is another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"Why?" Harry asked, still stunned.

"Because they're looking for you."

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