Kylen Eagle waited silently in the shadows of Privet Drive, steely blue eyes never leaving the sight of three strangers gathered in the street. None seemed to notice the blond young man nor sense that something was wrong. Kylen sighed. He couldn't believe he got stuck with stakeout duty when he first heard, but now he could see what the wait was for. He smirked. His clan wasn't stupid. They knew tonight wasn't the end of Voldermort. The also knew that if anyone had the chance of defeating him when he rose again it would be the boy. But, for that to happen he would have to be trained and the earlier start the better.
His smirk fell as his mind wandered back to a mere three hours ago. They had tried to talk to the Minister of Magic, but the moment he realized who their master was he yelled for aurors. So, after a quick memory charm and silently apparating out they knew what they had to do. They had to take him out of the place where he would be neglected and abused. They had to take matters into their own hands.
Slowly Kylen raised his hand to a complex tribal tattoo on his left forearm. It glowed red for a second before fading back to its original state. Putting his concentration back on the people he watched as the old man placed a bundle on the doorstep of number four before they dissapeared, one taking off on a motorcycle in the sky.
"Having fun?"
His cool attitude fell as he jumped in surprise from the sudden female voice.
"Do you always have to sneak up on me!"
"Shhh. Your on stakeout duty. You have to be quiet remember?"
A young women with long black hair and dark brown eyes sat down next to Kylen, a smug smile set on her face. "Master sent me to help you. Said I was better with wandless magic. We wait till the morning when the husband leaves then I cast Imperius on the women and make her put the child in a dumpster downtown Just in case they start asking questions. You know haw naive muggles are, thinking they did it on their own." She shifted her position, facing Kylen. "Can you figure out what to do next?" Kylen glared at her as she continued. "Pick up the boy and take him back to the mansion. I think even you can handle that."
"Doesn't all this seem a bit to simple, Ana? If it is this easy where are all the other clans? All the other creatures who know how dumb and naive these wizards are being? I know it isn't just us who realize what needs to be done!"
Ana smiled before she sat into one of the swings of the park. " Don't worry your cute little head about it. You'll find out soon enough."
"Why do I put up with you, Ana?"
"Cause you know you love me, you just haven't realized it yet."
Kylen rolled his eyes before sitting down next to her gazing up at the stars. "In your dreams, Ana."
"No, just yours."
Kylen stayed quiet as he thought of their task. The boy would be raised to fight. To know. To care. There would be a day where his people wouldn't be shunned or feared for who they were. Because the day the Dark Lord truly falls it will be because of one of his own. One of his clan. A vampire. Harry Potter.
