Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter and everything recognizable belongs to J K Rowling.

Chapter 1. Arrival

A young Jedi was training in one of the private compartments of a Republican Space cruiser that was rapidly approaching the Earth. He was too concentrated in dodging the small laser shots a small flying orb threw at him, that he failed to acknowledge the man that had entered the room. This second man, waited for a few minutes, watching in wonder the smooth and precise movements of the Jedi's Lightsaber. When the Jedi seemed to take a break, he coughed lightly to announce his presence.

"Yes Alan?" he asked without even looking at him.

"Master Potter. Your presence is requested in the main cabin." said the man.

"Thank you Alan. I'll be there in a sec." replied the Jedi.

When the man was gone, the Jedi gathered all of his training gear and ordered a protocol android to take it to his chamber. He made way to the cabin after that, passing through several compartments filled with the necessary equipment for a galactic journey. When he arrived he was greeted by the Commander.

"Master Potter, we have begun our final approach to the Earth. No problems so far. Only a couple of artificial satellites on our way as well as a light magnetic storm." announced the Commander of the ship.

"When may I exit the ship, Commander?"

"We should be in orbit in approximately six minutes."

"Thanks Commander. I'll be in my transport, waiting for my clearance."

"Goodbye then, Master Potter."

"Goodbye Commander Owen. Don't wait for me. Your orders are to return to Coruscant."

"As you wish Master Potter."

Harry headed down to the main hangar, where his Jedi fighter waited for him surrounded by a small group of people preparing it for the journey. Through his transponder he contacted the same android that had obeyed him before and told him to get all his belongings to his fighter. He had been away from the Earth since the terrible events that took place at the start of his fifth year at Hogwarts, were everybody he had known or loved had died at hands of a small army of Death Eaters led by Voldemort himself that had intruded the school. That night, he lost everything and everyone. All of his friends were slaughtered. Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Neville, the entire Weasley family, Dumbledore, the list was never ending. Only a couple of Order members had survived. He had managed to escape from Voldemort's clutches. Remus and his godfather died guarding the entrance to the tunnel that lead to Honeydukes while he escaped. For some weeks he managed not to get caught by Voldemort or his followers, who were searching the entire Britain, looking for him, until one night he was approached by a small green creature that he had never seen before. He later learned that this creature's name was Yoda and that he formed part of the Jedi Order. After several hours of conversation Harry accepted Yoda's offer to be trained in the Jedi Arts. For a couple of years he was trained in the Jedi Arts, in Coruscant, the capital planet of the Galactic Republic. He was anxious to leave. He was now returning to his 'home' planet, which for Harry was nothing more than an enormous piece of rock floating around the Galaxy. He had sworn never to set foot again here, but he had a mission to complete. In fact, it was the first mission that the Jedi Council had assigned him. Kill Voldemort and fulfil his destiny and the damned Prophecy. Once that was done, he would never return.

Once the android had placed all of his belongings correctly into his ship he climbed into the cockpit and checked all systems before he requested permission for take-off.

"R2, start an overall check for all systems."

The droid responded in a pattern of strange sounds.

"Alpha One, this is Jedi One, do you copy?"

"Copy Jedi One."

"All communications are in order as every other system. I request permission for take-off, Alpha One."

"De-activating magnetic shield. You're clear to take-off Jedi One."

"Thanks Alpha One." He replied. " R2 de-activate auto-pilot. You know I fly manually." He said to the droid in a mocking voice. "We are heading to Hogsmeade, the village near Hogwarts. Look for somewhere we can land without drawing attention to ourselves." And with that he took off the space cruiser and began his descent towards the Earth, towards Hogwarts.

.oOo.

Inside the creepy manor that stood on the hill beside the Muggle town of Little Hangleton a large number of people were sitted around an enormous table, listening respectfully to the only one who was standing. His face was pale and resembled that of a snake. His eyes were red and he had nostrils only. No nose. This man was the most feared and most powerful Dark Wizard that had ever existed. He was Lord Voldemort. Some of his followers looked at him devotedly, others with great fear in their eyes.

"Is everything in place, Lucius?" said Voldemort to one of the men he had closest.

"All is in place, My Lord. We are awaiting your orders." He replied.

"Very well. Antonin, you'll lead the attack. But remember, only mudbloods and any other blood traitors who attempt to protect them."

"Yes My Lord. As you wish." replied Antonin Dolohov.

"And remember what happens if you fail me...".

.oOo.

"So tell me Moony. How was your first week at work?" asked James Potter to his friend Remus Lupin while they made their way through the streets of Hogsmeade. He had started working at the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, at the beginning of that week.

"Good God Prongs, you don't imagine how creative they can be. They've placed me at their 'Mischief Research Department'. It seems if have some experience in that." The werewolf said making his friend chuckle lightly.

"What are you researching exactly?"

"New prank items. I have to develop them. I have to find a way to make sure that any ideas those two redheads come up with will actually work."

"So what are you working on now?"

"Sorry. Can't tell you. Those Weasley's have a charm in place so we don't slip any ideas to the public." the werewolf told his friend. "Sorry, business competition and all that." He added when he saw James look of disappointment.

"Well then make sure to tell me about them the moment you start selling them."

"Why? You thinking about pranking the whole Auror Corps?"

"No. After what happened the first time I tried I'm in no hurry to do it again. Anyway, if I know what's on the market I know what I can expect from Sirius and Jack."

"Well at least Claire didn't turn out a troublemaker like his brother."

"Yeah. That would be hell." James groaned and Remus chuckled at the thought of his fellow Marauder being pranked by his own two children.

"By the way, is Padfoot coming?" James asked.

"Yeah. I talked with him this morning. He said he'd meet us at noon at Rosmerta's."

"I still don't get why we're meeting here in a Hogwarts Hogsmeade weekend. Any other weekend would be less crowded. Besides I don't have any desire of seeing my daughter snogging someone." Remus chuckled and answered him.

"I'm absolutely sure that the desire is mutual. And this is the only day we can get to see each other. You know that we all..." Remus stopped talking and sat up with a concentrated expression glancing sideways.

"What's wrong Moony?" asked James alarmed, knowing about Remus' enhanced hearing and smelling.

"Something's just not... right." Remus replied quietly.

Remus' suspicions were confirmed when they heard a piercing scream and commotion coming from the village which was now a couple of hundred feet away. They ran to the source of the screams and a horrible sight met their eyes. A small army of cloaked men had apparated into Hogsmeade and was now attacking everyone. Older students soon started duelling with them. The younger ones, scared, ran providing the cloaked men moving targets.

"Death Eaters!" exclaimed James, pulling out his wand. "We have to find Padfoot!"

.oOo.

Harry soared through the sky above the mountains near Hogwarts, being able to see some of the towers the castle had. 'That's odd' Harry thought. The last time he had been here was when the castle was attacked, and he remembered clearly how the castle had been reduced to ashes. But now, the castle was as astonishing as it had once been. 'Maybe they just rebuilt it'.

A few minutes later the Jedi fighter landed on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, in a clearing several hundred feet from the village. Harry got out and removed a small purse from his belt. He extracted four gems from it and placed them around his fighter, creating a square. This was one of Harry's finest spellwork. The four stones protected anything or anyone inside it's perimeter with a powerful Fidelius charm that had it's only weak point at its top. Anyone standing several feet away from the Fidelius wouldn't see through, but anyone flying over a hundred meters while being inside the perimeter the stones marked, would be able to spot him. Harry called it the 'Mobile Fidelius'.

"Wards activated R2. Stay here. I'm gonna have a look around."

.oOo.

He hadn't walked ten feet when he heard the screams. He paused for a moment to check if he had heard all right. There was another scream followed by many others. Harry ran through the forest towards the screams. He summoned his Lightsaber out of his holster as a natural instinct. He stopped at the tree line to evaluate the situation. Many cloaked figures were attacking children and adults alike. These men wore silver masks. 'Death Eaters!'. Some people were running for their lives in middle of the chaos. Others were duelling them. There were also some Aurors in the fight, and they seemed to be the only ones that were able to hold their ground. He turned his attention to a skilled Death Eater who had overpowered and pinned into the ground a middle-aged man who, had Harry looked closer, he would have recognized. Without giving it a second thought, Harry charged towards the Death Eater who was now pointing his wand to the helpless man on the ground. With practiced ease, he drew his Lightsaber and cut off the Death Eater's wand arm with a smooth blow before the masked man could cast the Killing curse. The Death Eater cried in pain, making the other Death Eaters notice him. As a result two of them approached him and they both casted Unforgivables at him. Harry dodged the first one thanks to his formidable Jedi reflexes and he swung his saber into the path of the second one directing the green curse in the opposite way it had come. It hit the Death Eater in the chest, killing him instantly. Reaching into the Force, Harry got rid of the second one, throwing him into two other Death Eaters who were duelling in group. Two of them fell, giving their opponents the chance to stun them easily. The third one was also stunned in the next few seconds. Harry sensed another curse coming its way from behind. He didn't move fast enough and a bolt of energy hit his right hand, making him drop the Lightsaber and producing a pretty deep cut. He turned and faced a green jet coming his way. He instinctively reached into the Force and grabbed a Death Eater nearby and summoned him into the path of the Killing curse. He fell immediately. Without giving his enemies the chance to strike again, he performed a spectacular jump and landed between the two enemies that had tried to kill him. He disarmed them the 'Muggle' way. In less than ten seconds both Death Eaters were laying unconscious on the ground. Harry, never letting his guard down, observed the battlefield and saw the remaining Death Eaters dissaparating with soft pops in the air. He checked his wound on his right arm and began healing it by placing his hand over it. He looked around when he sensed an uncomfortable silence. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Many people that Harry knew where dead were staring at him. In fact he had seen many of them die. Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Alastor Moody… And on the distance he saw approaching Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin and a man he certainly did know he was dead. His father. They were all there and seemed to be well and they didn't seem to recognize him. 'This can't be… It's not possible.' Some of the people glanced at him in awe. Others were startled by the coldness and that he had exhibited during the combat, and had their wands trained on him. He turned to get his Lightsaber with the intention of getting out of there to study the situation at ease. He was startled again when he saw Sirius Black, his godfather holding his Lightsaber and eyeing him and it, with an incredulous look.

"May I have it back?" he asked hurriedly, wanting to get away as soon as possible. Sirius lifted the weapon towards its owner with a grateful look and still in shock.

"Thanks." Harry said annoyed. He placed his weapon back in his belt holster and started walking backwards maintaining eye contact with the supposedly dead people.

"Wait." Albus Dumbledore called with a glint of command in his voice. But Harry didn't stop. As soon as he reached the tree line he walked into the shadows, back to his Jedi fighter.

"Kingsley, Nymphadora, James…." said the Headmaster. With that the three Aurors ran towards the forest.

"James take the left flank, Tonks you take the right. I'll go down the centre. If someone reaches him send a Patronus." called out Kingsley in a commanding voice as they ran towards the woods.

"Albus what are you doing?" questioned McGonagall.

"We need to interrogate him. He's displayed a brutality that equals any high ranking Death Eater. He might be dangerous."

"But he was on our side. You're not supposed to hunt down our allies for questioning."

"We don't know for sure. For all I know he could have been only defending himself."

.oOo.

Lily Potter was sitting in her quarters going through her students essays. She had started teaching Charms when her former teacher, Professor Flitwick had retired last year. When she graduated from school she had applied to work at the Ministry as a Charm Designer. After many years Flitwick had proposed to take her as an apprentice to fill his vacant once he retired the next year. She finally got to the last essay of the pile, which was of course the one handed by her daughter. She always marked her children's essays the first ones. That way it was easier not comparing with the rest of them. While Claire was a sixth year and was a good student, like her mother had been. His brother Jack, who was in seventh and last year had taken after his father. It was not a surprise having the Marauders as father, Godfather and honorary Uncle. Lily was finishing the corrections on Claire's essay when her fireplace erupted in green flames and Madam Pompfrey's head appeared on the fire.

"Lily I need your help. There's been an attack on Hogsmeade. I need all the help I can get."

"Poppy!" Lily cried out, but it was too late. The healer had already disappeared from the fireplace. 'Oh Merlin! Jack, Claire and James were there! Let them be okay.'

She stormed out of her office and ran to the Hospital Wing ignoring questions and comments from the many students wandering the corridors. She got there and pushed open violently the doors.

"Don't worry Lily. Your children and husband are all right." the school's Mediwitch said to a pale looking Lily.

"Ok….Ok. Thank Merlin!" she said calming herself. "What can I do?"

"The wounded will start arriving any moment. Use those basic diagnosis spells on the ones I'm not tending to and divide them according to the seriousness of their injuries."

"Ok."

.oOo.

Harry could hear hurried steps coming in his direction. It wasn't as if they would find him, for they couldn't see through the wards that were currently disguising his whereabouts. Three figures stepped out of three different spots of the tree line and into the clearing where he had landed. Harry eyed them curiously, knowing they couldn't see him. A thousand unanswered questions went through his mind. 'How are they alive? Is this an illusion? Is it Voldemort's doing? Did he know I was coming? Have I gone insane?' When they left Harry turned towards his transport and ordered his android to communicate him with the Jedi Temple at Coruscant. A slightly transparent blue tridimensional man appeared over a small metallic plaque that he had in his hand.

"Ah, Master Potter. I hope that you have arrived well." said a holographic image of Harry's mentor, the Jedi Master Mace Windu.

"Yeah I've arrived here with any major complications. But Master, there's something strange going on around here."

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen people that I know for sure that they're dead. People I saw die with my own eyes are alive and well. One of them even talked to me, and he didn't seem to know me at all."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing. When I saw them I freaked out and walked back to the fighter. One of them, my former Headmaster asked me to wait, to talk to them. I didn't want to say anything before I talked with you Master."

"Wise move. Any chance they were under disguises?"

"No I think not. Besides, they looked surprised to see me. Nobody knew I was coming. When I arrived to Hogsmeade there was an attack taking place. There's no way all of that could have been staged. There's definitely something wrong here."

"Okay Potter. I will inform the Council and we will get back to you. Until then, stay under the radar and see what you can find out. And stay away from them, whoever they are. Don't let yourself be caught."

"Don't worry. I'm not that easy to find if I don't want to be caught."

"We'll contact you as soon as possible. May the Force be with you Harry."

"And with you Master."

He ended the transmission and sat in silence in his cockpit, meditating his potions and what his next steps should be. 'I need information, and there's no place better for that than Diagon Alley.'

.oOo.

"Get them out of here." said Voldemort to one of his servants, signaling towards the two unconscious Death Eaters that laid in front of him. They were the unfortunate duo that had informed the Dark Lord about their failed raid in Hogsmeade, and they had been tortured for it. This news had angered and worried Voldemort. If this stranger joined the Light side he would be an enemy to fear. All of his Death Eaters already knew and feared his magnificent skills with that bizarre weapon. He would join the Dark Lord or die. A door opened to his left, and Bellatrix Lestrange came into the room.

"I want you to set up a team and look for him. When you find him, if you find him, don't approach him. Just keep an eye on him."

"As you wish, my Lord."

.oOo.

"How many casualties?" asked the Headmaster in a collected tone later that evening during the meeting at Grimmauld Place.

"Three dead, four more are critical and about a dozen with minor injuries." answered Lily with watery eyes. Everybody stayed silent for a few moments, taking in the losses. Finally, Frank Longbottom looked up.

"So what now?"

"We should wait and see how the situa…" started Dumbledore.

"So we do as always right? Sit around and do nothing until he attacks again!" James Potter said, his voice rising in anger every moment.

"James please…" Lily tried to calm down his husband.

"No!" he started again. "Every time he attacks we fight back but that's not enough Albus. If we continue this way he'll always be ahead of us."

"He's right Albus. We should consider other strategies." Moody said.

"And what do you exactly propose Potter?" Snape asked sneering.

"Let's get all the Death Eaters we know. Malfoy, Goyle, MacNair, Rockwood. Let's get them. I'd bet my ass they know where his Headquarters are." James said.

"That won't work." answered Kingsley. "All his Inner Circle Death Eaters come from pure-blood families who have a small fortune at the very least. With that money they have Fudge in his pocket. And Fudge's so blind that he has even dispatched Aurors to protect their homes from Death Eaters. We attack someone like Malfoy and all we would get out of it would be a one-way ticket to Azkaban."

"How about junior Death Eaters?" asked Bill Weasley.

"That won't work either." Snape said. "The Dark Lord only reveals the location of his headquarters to his Inner Circle members, and he makes them pronounce the Unbreakable Vow before he tells them. So the junior Death Eaters simply don't know and the Inner Circle won't tell under any circumstance."

"What about Legilimency. If we manage to capture one of them…" Sirius proposed.

"Won't work either." Snape continued. "The nature of the Unbreakable Vow ensures that the secret is kept that way. I could intrude Malfoy's mind but when I was about to find out, his mind would collapse as a safety measure, killing him… and whoever intrudes his mind."

"I think we should discuss other things." Dumbledore told them. Everybody looked at him curiously. "For example, this third player that has appeared."

"What are you talking about Albus?" Lily and Alice asked.

"I think you should see it yourselves. After we'll discuss it if we need to." He said taking out his pensieve.

One by one they entered the pensieve and landed in Hogsmeade where the battle was already happening. Dumbledore guided them were the mysterious boy had appeared. They waited for a few moments and watched Sirius engaged in a fierce duel with Antonin Dolohov. The people who hadn't been present before gasped when they saw the Death Eater preparing to use the Killing Curse after successfully disarming and knocking Sirius to the ground. Suddenly a line of blue energy appeared from nowhere and sliced the Death Eater's wand arm, saving Sirius' live. They watched in awe as the stranger deflected with ease the Killing Curse. When the boy finally disappeared after Dumbledore's failed attempt to question him, the memory faded and they found themselves again in the common room of the Order's Headquarters.

"Why did he leave?" asked Alice.

"We don't know. After the memory fades I sent Kingsley, James and Nymphadora after him."

"We didn't find him." Tonks provided.

"You'll all agree we have to find out more about him. I assume that this display of power has already reached Voldemort who will try and recruit him or more likely kill him and get him out of his way. I think we shouldn't let any of those things happen."

"You want to recruit a kid?" Lily asked. "He can't older than my son."

"I know Lily, but we could use a powerful ally like him. We must find him." Dumbledore said.

"The Ministry is also looking for him for questioning. Malfoy is already using his influence to put him in Azkaban." Kingsley added.

"Then it's crucial that we find him before they do. I've already warned Madam Rosmerta, and Tom, at the Leaky Cauldron. They'll tell me if they see anyone matching the description."

"He should be very dumb to show up somewhere public. If he's a bit clever he'll know we'll be looking for him." said Kingsley.

"Then we must hope he commits that mistake." answered Dumbledore. "Now some of us have a dinner to attend."

.oOo.

"From what the twins gathered from the meeting he isn't with the Order or the Ministry." said Ronald Weasley to his best friends Jack Potter and Neville Longbottom, while they were heading to the Great Hall for dinner.

"And he isn't with Voldemort either as he fought the Death Eaters." Jack Potter added.

"So he isn't with Voldemort, the Ministry or the Order. How many more options does that leave us?" Neville frowned.

"Very few. Maybe he's a mercenary." Ron proposed.

"Maybe. But hired by who? I mean the only ones that could hire a mercenary would be the Ministry and the twins already told us he isn't with them." Neville said.

"The Ministry could have hired him secretly. You remember how the public reacted when the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement suggested granting the Aurors the full use of Unforgivables without restriction?" explained Jack. He continued when he saw his friends didn't understand. "Think about it. Fudge hires him secretly. He fights for the Ministry using all the means denied to the Aurors."

"Like the Unforgivables…" realized Neville.

"Yeah. Fudge gets it his way without angering the public as there would be no proof he's working under his orders."

"That makes sense…" Ron said. "But I doubt Fudge has the balls to do that."

"Maybe it isn't Fudge. It only takes someone with power and money enough. Maybe someone from the Wizengamot, like…" Jack suggested.

"Like Dumbledore?" Neville interrupted.

"He certainly does have the means to do so. But I don't think so. He voted against giving the Aurors the right to use Unforgivables and you know he believes that those scum can turn to the light if given a second opportunity." Ron explained.

"Yeah. Like the greasy git." Jack added.

"Hey guys!" a female voice interrupted them when they were just outside the Great Hall. They turned and saw three girls approaching them. They were Ginny Weasley, Claire Potter and Hermione Granger.

"Hi." The three boys chorused.

"What have you find out?" Hermione asked.

"The twins told us he isn't with the Ministry, the Order or Voldemort." Jack stated.

"Well at least officially." Ron added.

"What do you mean with 'officially'?" Ginny asked.

"We have several theories regarding who this guy is…" started Jack

"And…" Claire urged.

"According to Jack he works secretly for the Ministry. Someone who does the dirty job that needs to be kept out of the books." Neville stated.

"Where the hell did you get that rubbish from?" Hermione laughed making Jack turn red. He didn't have time to respond because that moment Dumbledore rose from his chair and all conversations stopped.

.oOo.

Meanwhile, a couple of miles away in the village of Hogsmeade, a dark haired boy entered the Three Broomsticks. He wore a brown cloak and had the hood on, but still revealing his face and part of his hair. He sat alone in a table and he drank a butterbeer while reading a copy from the Daily Prophet. The owner of the pub eyed him mysteriously, the words of Albus Dumbledore echoing in her mind. 'Can this be the boy Albus told me about?' she thought for several minutes while observing the stranger. When he finally decided on informing Dumbledore the boy left the table and walked towards her.

"Good evening Madam. I'd like to rent a room here if there are any available." The stranger announced.

"Good evening. How long will your stay be?" Rosmerta asked.

"A couple of weeks, at most."

"We have only one bedroom left. Third floor, last door on the right. " she said while looking at the bookings list.

"That's fine with me."

"Ok. I'll need a name then. And a payment in advance for the first three days."

"My name is Harry Cooper." He answered handing a handful of Galleons to the woman.

"I'm Rosmerta. Come on. I'll show you to your room."

.oOo.

Dumbledore sat tiredly in his office. It had been a really long day. The attack during the afternoon, the aftermath of the skirmish, the Order meeting and lastly the mourning for the lost ones during the fight had exhausted him. Truth is that his speech in the Great Hall in memory of the fallen had been brief. They had gone through many attacks like this and Dumbledore had stopped a long time ago assuring the students that they were safe and that all would be all right. He, in all honesty couldn't assure the safety of the students anymore. The attacks grew bolder and nastier each time so now, he limited his speech to the few words of comfort for those who had lost someone.

Dumbledore was starting to grow tired of this war. Voldemort's forces grew at an alarming rate and the Light side was weak. Few people fought openly against Voldemort. It was only a matter of time before Voldemort took control of the Ministry and the population knew it. People were scared of defying Voldemort openly, knowing that he would eventually become the new Minister, with an army of Aurors to do his bidding. But there were some who resisted, like the Potters, the Weasleys, the Longbottoms and several other light families.

Suddenly the fireplace in the room beside the office erupted in green flames, startling him momentarily and disrupting his thoughts. A woman's face appeared and started calling for the Headmaster. Upon recognizing Madam Rosmerta's voice, he prayed that the stranger had been found, and he practically ran to the fireplace.

"Albus!?...Albus Dumbledore!"

"Yeah! Yeah I'm here Rosmerta."

"Thank Merlin Albus. The boy you told me about. He came by."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. About seventeen or eighteen years old. Dark hair and green eyes. Strange brown cloak. He wore his hood on."

"Yeah sounds like him. When did he come?"

"Not twenty minutes ago. He's rented a room. He told me he didn't want to be disturbed until tomorrow. He went up when he arrived and he hasn't come down."

"Very well Rosmerta. I'll be there immediately. I suggest you close for the night. It might get messy."

"Already did."

"Ok. See you in a minute."

"Please hurry." she finished and her head disappeared from the fireplace.

Dumbledore didn't waste any time and threw a handful of Floo Powder at the fire place. He contacted James Potter and Kingsley Shacklebolt and as soon as they were all ready they flooed to the Three Broomsticks. The pub was empty, as Rosmerta had promised. She led them quietly to the landing of the third floor and raised her finger indicating the room the strange teenage boy had booked. The light glimmering under the door hadn't extinguished and occasionally some shadows were seen passing in front of it. Dumbledore nodded towards Madam Rosmerta and she disappeared through the stairs.

"James. Erect some anti-apparition wards." Dumbledore whispered. James Potter started waving his wand in a complex pattern and he only nodded to show that they were up. He then moved towards the door and checked for any locking spells. He found some. Nothing a simple Alohomora charm couldn't deal with. When he had finished dealing with it he gave his colleagues a thumbs up.

"We go in on three. Ready?" Dumbledore whispered taking position beside the door. They nodded.

"One…"

Kingsley took out his wand and aimed it at the door.

"Two…"

James placed his hand in the doorknob.

"Three…"

He opened it violently and Kingsley charged in followed by Dumbledore and James.

"This is the Aurors! Stay were you…" Kingsley yelled upon entering. He paused just having trespassed the doorway.

.oOo.

Harry walked towards the table where his recently-bought-at-the -Three-Broomsticks bottle of Firewhiskey was. He opened it and let the characteristic smell of the beverage overwhelm him. He conjured a glass with two chunks of ice and poured himself a glass, and then he sat down in the couch and grabbed the Daily Prophet with the intention of finding out something more. So far he hadn't found any mention of his name, which was strange because he was the Boy Who Lived, and a few years ago, prior to his galactic escape, he would usually appear in the paper nearly every single day, be it in the front lines or in a small article, but he usually appeared in it. However in this one, or the one the day before, absolutely nothing had been printed that had to do with him. A small alarm went off that made him stop reading.

He smiled.

That was the signal he was waiting for. The Order had entered his booked room at the Three Broomsticks, and whoever it was, probably Dumbledore and someone else, had only found an empty room. The first step in his plan had worked out. Probably they would centre their attention in the Three Broomsticks now, waiting for him to go back and retrieve a fake wand and a couple more objects he had left behind to create the illusion that he had the intention of staying there. Meanwhile Diagon Alley wouldn't be as watched as Hogsmeade and certainly no one would find him where he was really staying, the Shrieking Shack. After having meditated his first steps a while after the battle, he had come here and made the attic comfortable enough to live in, and safe enough not to be disturbed by anyone. He would be under Dumbledore's nose all the time until he discovered what the hell was going on. He knew he would have to vacate the building during the full moon just in case, but he really hoped it wouldn't come to that. He expected to receive news from the Jedi Temple in a couple of weeks at most. Full moon was three weeks away.