brutal spasms racked his havoc on his body as he coughed up blood. Even though Dursly had blooded him and got what ever sick pleasure he did from hitting him, he was not stopping.

He was dying. He knew it. After all why else would his hair be white, seeing as it was black yesterday. A knock at the door. That put him on alert. Dursly's never knock.

"son, open the door." came a gruff annoyed voice.

" or what. Who are you anyway."

He heard the man talk to another before replying,

" We're from Hogwarts. You haven't answered your letter."

" what letter."

Another voice barged in,

" the letter about what happens when your part Creature."

He knew this voice.

" Snape, I'll send the letter later."

There was a muffled argument outside and it seemed as though Snape won as the door exploded and his voice sneered,

"no. you'll tell us know."

He tried to protect himself as best he could as wood shards flew everywhere.

The scene the Professors walked into this. A dark room. Lot's of blood, old and fresh. And a boy with white hair, red and green eyes, fangs and wings.

Snape, known for his all so gentle manner, shouted,

" your not Potter. WHERE IS HE!"

The boy smirked and replied in a calm manner,

"sorry. Potter's not here right now. And I wouldn't leave a message right now. Or ever."

With that he slumped forward with his middle figure out pointing at them. He was barly breathing.

In sync and with vigour they said what they both thought,

"OH, CRAP!"

There was no order in the infirmary. People ran about, desperate to know what had happened to the most endangered person in the wizarding world with Black out of prison.

Shrapnel flew as eon old wood exploded. Through the dust stalked Sirius Black, Cornelius Fudge scurrying behind like a little terrier.

"Dumbledore! Get over here!", Sirius roared insanely.

Covered in dust, the old headmaster stumbled to the front, afraid of the insane former convict.

"where is he! Where is my Godson."

"ah, right. Well it's a bit difficult right know. You see he's on holiday…"

" Stop speaking crap. My cousin told me he's here. Now give him to me, so I can take him home."

Resigned to the loss of power, he pointed to a door next to Madam Pomprey's office. Reaching it in 5 long strides, he kicked it open.

"ah. So that's the main creature. Ok."

Came the mutterings as he strode back out with Harry Potter clutched to his chest. He walked to were the doors used to be and disappeared in black flames and feathers.