Disclaimer : i only wish i was getting paid for this, i own nothing. All jk rowling.
Chapter the first
Nothing good ever happens after 2am.
Can't remember where I heard that
'Probably Hermione'
Ironically, harry potter was just coming from Hermione's flat.
After the disastrous Ginny relationship (seriously, she looks just like my mother. Weird or what?!) Harry started to notice how curvy his friend had become. The workaholic that she is, means no commitment which works out just fine for auror Potter. 19 years old and rising through the ranks like a bullet. Helped in no small part by his defeat of Lord flight-from-death 2 years previous. Taking down the rest of the Death Eaters has been his on-going investigation. With the end nearly in sight, only 10 or so left now.
The night air was a bit chilly this late (or early) at night so harry cinched his leather jacket a bit tighter. His dark, still damp hair was actually sitting fairly flat for once.
'At least I dont smell like sex anymore' he thought wryly as he shook himself out of his thoughts. Hermione's flat was in a decent area but bad guys were everywhere.
"CONSANT VIGILANCE!" Harry suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, scaring an old tomcat sitting on a nearby ledge.
Unable to stop himself harry laughed out loud. His old mentors famous motto, and his last words still struck a chord in harry. The grizzled out vet had taught harry everything he knew. A fearsome fighter in his day, and no pushover with only one leg and one eye, he knew a lot.
The fact that harry extracted a bloody vengeance on those who took down Mad Eye Moody was cold comfort. Harry would rather have the man himself back. But he went down the way he lived, fighting tooth and nail.
Speaking of which, there was a tingle in the air.
Harry instantly became alert. He could sense something nearby, something magical. His senses had sharpened considerably after he hit magical maturity at 17. Even being one of the most powerful magic weilders on the planet now, he couldn't afford to let his guard down.
Expanding his mind outward, harry couldn't pinpoint it. Still wary, but not detecting anything with harmful intent, he starts forward. Hermione, being the over-achiever she is, has wards over half the block. So no apparating for another few houses.
Reaching the edge of the wards, he prepares to apparate as he takes the last step. Of course the portkey triggers before he has a chance to finish his last thought.
Oh balls-
Author Notes: First story ever. but I have read a million of them. Doesn't mean I'm any good though. Just wanted to get this idea of bad ass harry down. probably just a one shot. If you read this and dont like it, then proceed to leave an angry, ignorant review, I probaly wont care! cuz your just a dick! for everyone else. enjoy!