Takes place after fifth year.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other recognizable things etc.

Chapter One: Weren't We Going For Inconspicuous?

Harry Potter was not in any way an ordinary boy. Though he may appear so, he was anything but. Harry Potter was a wizard. He had survived the unsurviveable killing curse and had reduced the Dark Lord Voldemort to a spirit, thus earning the title 'The Boy-Who-Lived'. As Voldemort was often known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who, Harry Potter had a certain dislike for hyphens.

Throughout his schooling, Harry has accomplished many great feats. However, each summer, he was sent home to his horrid relatives at Number Four, Privet Drive. His cousin, Dudley, looked like whale and his gang played a 'game' known as 'Harry-Hunting'. (Honestly though, wouldn't you be sick of all these hyphens too?) His Aunt Petunia was an annoying, screeching woman (and they complained of his owl?) who spied on neighbors and pampered her son until it was just plain ridiculous. Uncle Vernon was a large, beefy man whose face could be color-coded to his mood.

This had become routine to Harry. It was all about to change.

"Is this the house?" someone whispered.

"It should be," whispered a second voice.

"Do we really need to be whispering?" asked a third voice, which sounded more feminine than the others.

"No," said the first voice, now in normal tones. "But it is customary in a situation such as this." A figure stepped out of the shadows between the houses across from Number Four. "Well, I suppose now is the moment. Come on."

Two others came into the dim illumination of the streetlights. To anyone watching, it would have seemed that they glided across the street. However, they had made sure that no one would be watching. If they managed to complete their task without muggles or wizards getting a hint of it, it would be stupendous and miraculous for them. However, this was not to be.

When they came to Number Four, they were faced with a problem. It was not a locked door, but a security system.

"Bloody Muggles," said the first.

"Shut up, Arkab. Would you like to do the honors, Matar?" asked the second voice.

"Gladly, Sabik." Replied the third, apparently Matar.

She touched her finger to the doorknob and there was a small flash of light. Small electronic bleeps went through the house as the security system went off.

"Quiet!" hissed Arkab.

"Clever," Sabik murmured.

"I rather like it." She said.

Now Harry Potter was not a very heavy sleeper. He was by no means a very light sleeper either. He just knew something was wrong. This was what woke him up. He was having Voldemort-free dream for the first time in weeks, then everything went cloudy and he was snatched from sleep, instinctively knowing something was wrong. As he was fumbling around for his glasses, his fears were confirmed as he heard the security system turn off.

Thinking that Death Eaters had found him, he grabbed his wand and waited just by his door. He heard his uncle thunder down the stairs and bellow "I DEMAND THAT YOU LEAVE MY HOUSE IMMEDIATELY!"

He heard Aunt Petunia furiously dialing for the police on the telephone. She screeched at them that her family was being attacked in their own home. As she was giving the address, Harry heard Uncle Vernon's body hit the floor. A moment later Petunia's did too. Dudley, who was screaming at the intruders, stopped screaming.

Three pairs of feet were running up the stairs. Harry breathed deeply. This was it. They opened his door and he fired a stunner at them. One of them caught the stunner in his fist and extinguished it. While Harry looked on in shock, the other two grabbed him from behind and sprayed a sweet smelling gas in his face. He began to feel very drowsy.

The three carried Harry down the stairs hurriedly and vaguely realized that his relatives were only petrified. As he drifted into unconsciousness, he thought he heard a voice coming from the telephone saying, "Dispatch to Privet Drive. We have a disturbance. Dispatch to Privet Drive…"

"I'd say that didn't go quite as planned!"

"You think, Matar?"

"Let's get out of here fast!" Arkab said.

As they ran across the lawn, a shrill screech filled the air. "Bloody blood wards!" Sabik yelled over the screech.

"Oh, bloody hell…" Matar was saying. Police cars were flooding the street. "Put the person down and put your hands on your head!" one cop said through a speaker.

A pop went off to their left and Cornelius Fudge appeared in mid-rant. "I've had it with the boy and his underage magic! He's getting expelled this-" He suddenly noticed the situation.

A multitude of pops went off behind them, accompanied by Dumbledore and fully half the Order. They pointed their wands at Sabrik, Arkab, and Matar while Dumbledore said, "Drop the boy and you won't be harmed!"

"Arkab…" Sabrik muttered.

"I'm working on it, Sabrik," he muttered back.

"Arkab…"

"A moment!"

"Arkab!"

"Got it!"

A thick wall of earth and vines quickly grew up around them.

"Sorry," Arkab said. "The earth here is not used to communication."

"Well it's alright now so why don't we change and go with the boy." Matar said.

"Excellent idea," said Sabrik

All, be they muggle or wizard, watched in fascination and horror as three table-size, jet black birds flew up from the earthen wall, one clutching Harry Potter in its talons. The birds flew straight up and disappeared in a portal of blue flame.