In San Francisco, a 15-year-old boy was awoken from a deep sleep by his alarm ringing. His arm slowly got out from under the sheets and even more slowly tapped the clock shut. Eyelids groggily opened to reveal clear blue eyes.

"Had a good sleep?" asked another voice, a female voice from across the door way.

The boy turned towards the sound and slowly woke up from bed. He clumsily got up from his sleep revealing a naked well-built chest. He rubbed his eyes twice and looked at the time. It was 6 in the morning. His new school wouldn't start for another 2 hours. He removed his white headband revealing jet-black hair with occasional brown streaks. He stretched his arms back and finally looked at his mother properly. She was wide awake.

"Didn't you get any sleep?" asked his modulated but firm voice with a touch of concern as well as a touch of authority meaning he wouldn't accept anything but the truth.

"I chose not to. It is peaceful to see my son sleeping quietly after a long time" replied his mother gently.

The boy rubbed his eyes once more and looked at his mother while at the same time reflecting on their lives. It was true that they didn't get sleep much. It was difficult when a lot rested on their shoulders. Running from city to city and time to time, trying to escape 'them' all the time. Hopefully this time they would have lost their trackers and that meant he could concentrate on his current life for a change.

"You are right mom. No nightmares

"But that doesn't excuse you from not sleeping. You also need to rest" he added sternly.

His mother gave him a smile

"Percee, You worry too much. Its your first day of school…well your new school at least. Shouldn't you be worrying about making friends and homework? I'll be all right. It wouldn't be the first time I pulled an all-nighter, though a little rest would be welcome" she replied softly but her voice carried forward with hidden strength.

Percee smiled back. It was rare that they could smile without worrying about every step they make. Knowing how the future was going to turn out did that to you. They had been on the run for 15 years. Ever since he hadn't even been born 'they' had come, from the future, trying to kill his mother, making sure he never got to exist, so that he will never stop them in return in the future. But they had been unsuccessful. His father had given his life to protect him and ever since they had been on the run. His real name was Percee Riddle. His father was Tom Marvolo Riddle. But now he had chosen a new identity. He adopted an alias – Percee Wrent. A pretty ordinary muggle teenager. Not that he could do much with a wand anyway. He had never got the chance to learn the ways of his Father's people. Though occasionally, he could see them or sense them. He could feel those strange vibrations.. that tingle of power that separated the wand users from normal muggles. It is how he avoided them. No one should know he existed. That was of paramount importance. He knew many things about the future but he didn't know who had betrayed them or would betray them, only that it had been or would be a magic user. His mother was a muggle, and even though she was one of the toughest muggles around, it still made him a half-blood.

Just the way he liked it.

With enough concentration he could mask the faint vibes of energy he sent out and that made it difficult for the trackers to locate him. Though they have grown wise to this strategy but it still afforded him an advantage if he was blind to their sensors.

Now he was going to join school again. They had recently moved into San Francisco with fake ids. Percee Wrent was going to attend the Jonas High School. A little posh but they could afford it. His father had taken care of that.

He looked at the time- 7 o clock. School would begin in another hour.

Harry Potter was currently looking through the files of the wizards who comprised the smuggling gang he rounded up this early morning. Idly he flicked his fingers and his magically sealed door unlocked and opened by itself just as a hand was going to knock on it.

"Come in Ron" he said still looking at the files.

Ron, senior unspeakable and assistant to the head of Dept. of Mysteries walked in. His Red hair stood out prominently and his hand was laced with thin jagged scars in the shape of a snake that laced through out his arm in an arborous pattern. His eyes were held behind thin rimmed glasses which did nothing to hide the awesome power behind them. His tall frame walked forward with a steady pace until he was right in front of Head Auror Harry Potter, probably the only one else in the ministry who could be in first name basis with Ronald Weasley. Even from across the room the magical energy from Ron person was palpable. However Harry seemed unconcerned about this display of strength. Ron casually sat across Harry until he finally put the file down and faced him.

"I think Auror Potter that you've made the headlines again. I believe congratulations are in order" started Ronald Weasley.

"And I think" replied back Harry with a hint of annoyance "That Junior Aurors should not have been sent on a t-class mission without consulting me first"

"Are you challenging my authority, Auror Potter" asked Ron calmly.

Harry looked like he wanted to say something. "Permission to speak freely sir"

"Granted always" answered Ron curtly

"They were this close to being wiped out Ron!!" exclaimed Harry pulling his thumb and index finger a mm apart for emphasis. " If I hadn't reached in time it would have been certain!!"

"I know that Harry but believe me when I say that I only sent them, out of lack of options. Our senior members were spread out thin across Britian and I did not have anyone else to Spare. Tania's team was the beat among the Junior leagues. It seemed the best option at the moment" he raised his hand to stall Harry's predictable outburst.

"I respect their lives Harry. I know they are your people. What you need to know is that they are mine too. I have seen them grow up into fine aurors just like you have. But sometimes I lack choices. If I hadn't pursued the lead lat night it would have dragged on the investigation for another five years atleast. And I am glad that you were there –on time- to protect them. Plus for all I knew we were tracking only one person. It was my mistake that I wasn't prepared for a such numbers. If I knew I would never had sent them on a suicide mission." Ron said this all in a single speech with the firmness and authority that his position demanded of him.

"I believe the team will make a full recovery in the next five days if St. Mungo's is to be believed, which I do. And I promise that I will make sure to run every mission stat to you from henceforth" he added

Harry looked at Ron and gave a deep sigh. "I'm sorry Ron. I just got angry. You should have been there. I was strong. I had to be for their sakes. But you should have seen their faces. Hiding behind a muggle recycle trash bin hoping that the spells do not touch them. They were scared for their lives. And the ring gang! They had advanced magic ballistics. Fifth level if the report goes right. It was a trap. Whoever our informant was knew it would have been a lost battle. We were set up!"

"I heard that there was a Big Force Gun" asked Ron questioningly

"Yes"

"Then this case goes deeper than I suspected. If the Ring-gang has access to these weapons then I fear for the safety of Magical Britian"

"And Muggles"

"And Muggles" Ron agreed "Now show me what our captives have to say"

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"I ain't telling you nothing" shouted out the leader of the ring gang from his cell. The cell in question was a single room with a single source of light focused on the criminal side of the table. From the other side Stan Frederick one of the senior Aurors was playing the questioner. He had been going through this for an hour now with little success. Just then he received a signal from the operator on the other side of the tinted windows. He sighed and went out. Ronald was there.

"Anything?" he asked

Stan just gave a frustrated sigh "No sir. He is completely mum. No word at all. The Veritaserum won't work. He's immune to it."

Harry Potter suddenly appeared behind Stan without a noise.

"Let me in. He'll be singing in a few moments."

Stan jumped up in surprise and quickly pointed his wand behind him, gasping until he realised it was Head Auror Potter.

Harry calmly tolerated the wand pointed at him "Nice reflexes" he commented drily.

Stan quickly put his hand down and signalled the operator to let Harry Potter inside. He was still a bit rattled. Harry entered the cell and looked at the convict. And then he slid the door close.

In San Francisco

Percee Riddle aka Wrent was waiting outside for the school bus which should be arriving soon. He was wearing a white t-shirt with a loose khaki jacket over it. He had baggy brown trousers and his red bag hoisted over his shoulders. He completed the look with white sneakers. Idly he noticed a girl also waiting for the bus no doubt close behind him. She had brown hair with small red streaks and was wearing an inner blouse shirt with a jacket and tight denims. She looked pretty overall and was holding a brown satchel bag. He hadn't noticed her before but he quickly took his mind off her and concentrated ahead. Just then the bus arrived and they both got in. The bus was almost full but they managed to find two empty seats at the back, which forced them to sit together. Percee immediately took out his small digi pad and plugged in with his head phones to listen to his favourite tunes. He figured since the bus was full there would be no more stops on the way. The girl seated next to him was checking her back pack for the usual last minute checklist- notebooks, pens, pads. That kind of thing. She soon closed her bag and turned to him.

"Hi. I'm Rachel. We got in together. Do you also stay in Trinidad avenue?"

Percee looked at her and removed his headphones. He heard her as he had been just changing his songs when she spoke. Odd coincidence.

"Hi. Percee Wrent. And yes to your second question." he replied disinterestedly and went back to listening to his songs, effectively ignoring her

However it seemed the girl was determined "Well tha's cool because that makes us neighbours. It is my first time at Jonas. I Guess it is yours too?"

Percee heard her again over the music.

"How did you figure that out" he asked suspiciously

"Well I've already checked our peer book and your name isn't in it. Plus you were holding your admit papers at the bus stop"

Percee's frown turned into surprise and he then gave a small smile.

"That's pretty observant of you."

"Oh…thanks" the girl smiled back.

Great Percee you haven't even begun school and you've already made a friend. Maybe this won't be too difficult he thought.

Britian, Auror headquarters, Interrogation room.

Are you ready to talk? Asked Harry calmly

The convict just looked at him and gave him an evil smile.

'You're Potter aren't you? The head auror. Quite a number you did on my boys. But believe me I'm a tough egg to crack.'

'Well its good then that I brought a toaster along' smiled Harry as his eyes turned red with fire.

He caught the convict by his neck and hoisted him up and looked straight into his eyes.

'Tell me your secrets' commanded Harry as he broke into his mind.

The convict didn't even struggle. 'Ha ha ha…you have no idea whom you're dealing with! Believe me he's your worst nightmare. He knows all about you. When he finds out we're here. He's gonna come for us.'

Harry ignored him and went deep into his thoughts ignoring all the false implanted surface decoys and tried to get the identity of the person who controlled these goons. Suddenly he entered a potential memory and faced a person. Beore he could fully foucus the image in the memory Harry was abruptly thrown back with a magical force and he jolted back into reality seeing the convict in front of him go into seizures. Medics rushed into the room and tried to stabilise him. Harry only gasped from his spot on the floor. That jolt of magic had thrown him across the room. He had only got a face and name- Darius, Darius Sprightwell.