AN: Entry two of Aura's Chronicles. Make sure to R&R and as always, enjoy! Now, on with the show!

"Hello" – Speaking
"Dammit" – Thoughts
"Expelliarmus" – Spells
"Target Identified/Hello" – Readings/Parseltongue

Entry 2

Thunder rumbled through the misty constructs of clouds as they drifted through the inky-blackness of the sky. The silver sheen of the moon wasn't strong enough to penetrate the swirling mass of darkness, meaning only the bland-orange of the streetlights illuminated the unoriginal suburban layout of Little Whinging.

It also illuminated the dark figure dragging a large object behind them.

"Fucking Dursleys, how dare they!" An enraged Harry Potter thought as he stomped through the streets of Little Whinging, his trunk giving small thuds over the roughness of the pavement. After blowing up his aunt and threatening his uncle, the thirteen year old wizard quickly exited the house of No. 4 Privet Drive. Spotting a bench, he darted towards it, slumping down to rest his legs.

"Well," He said aloud, looking up to stare at the stormy sky, "That evening went to hell pretty damn quick, right Hed?" He glanced down at his trunk, only to remember that he had sent his faithful snowy familiar to the Weasley's at the start of the week. Sighing, he turned his gaze back to the sky; he smirked slightly as a bolt of lightning briefly illuminated the obsidian heavens. It was at that moment that everything changed

That his destiny had taken a new course.

Footsteps clacked loudly to his left, causing him to tear his emerald gaze from the sky. A figure was marching towards him, their pace quick and purposeful. Leaping to his feet, Harry faced the figure, all the while stuffing his hand in his pocket and gripping the handle of his wand.

"Hello?" He called out, his stance slipping from casual to 'slightly on edge'.

The figure either didn't hear him, or chose not to respond. As the figure got closer, Harry was able to make out some details of the approaching person.

It looked to be a male wearing a police uniform, only without the hat. A crew-cut hair covered the top of the man's head, while a blank look of determination filling his expression. Despite not knowing the man, Harry couldn't help but hear a voice in his head scream at him to run, the closer the man got.

And run he did.

Grabbing his trunk, the teen wizard bolted down the street in the opposite direction of the strange police officer. A burst of accidental magic allowed his trunk to become incredibly light, meaning it didn't hinder his escape. The footsteps of the officer suddenly seemed to become both louder and much, much quicker.

"Don't look back Potter," He thought as he tore down the empty streets, his pursuer hot on his heels. Noticing a side street a few feet to his left, the Potter heir quickly darted to the side, thanking his seeker instincts and the numerous 'Harry Hunts' that helped him find ways of avoiding danger.

Only to realise the 'side street' was really an alleyway...that ended in a dead end.

"Target name: Harry Potter."

Whipping round, fear tugged at his gut as the police officer chasing him stood in the alley's opening.

"What do you want with me!" Harry demanded, pulling out his wand and aiming it at his pursuer. While it was idiotic to pull his wand on a muggle, the fact that this stranger told him the he was normal.

Instead of answering, the stranger merely began to move forward while, to Harry's horror, his left arm began to morph into a shining silver blade.

"Target cornered. Termination in progre-"

The stranger was cut off by the roar of a motor bike, and Harry was forced to duck as the wall behind him exploded.

"Get down!" Ordered a new, Austrian-tinged voice. Without thinking, the raven-haired teen ducked behind a large bin as a loud bang tore through the air. Glancing round his 'shield', Harry gasped as he saw the police officer lying on the ground...with a deep silver crater in his chest.

"Harry Potter," said the new voice, causing the teen to look at its owner. Harry's jaw dropped as he was greeted by the sight of a man who was built like a body builder with short, brown hair and a few age lines worked into the skin of his face. The new arrival was dressed in all black clothing consisting of jeans, boots, a black t-shirt and a black leather biker jacket. At 6'2'', the man dwarfed Harry as he gazed at him from behind black, mirrored sunglasses.

"Who...who are you?" The teen wizarding hero asked, gazing into his own reflection in the newcomer's sunglasses. The man-mountain stared down at him before strapping a shotgun, that Harry just took notice off, on his back before jerking his thumb at the hole behind him.

"Come with me if you want to live."

"What-" He began, only for the black-clad male to yank him to the side...out of the way of a wickedly sharp, silver blade!

"What the," Harry was quickly pulled behind the massive man, who quickly pulled out his shotgun and unloaded a double blast of shells into the healed assassin. This time, the crater appeared in the police officers face. As he stumbled back, the black-clad male turned to Harry again, who quickly darted through the hole in the wall into the store it once protected. As he ran, the large man rapidly caught up with him and kept even kept pace with him.

"Who are you? Why are you helping me? Who the hell was that?"

"All questions will be answered on the bike."

"The bike?" Harry asked, only to notice the bike sitting outside the store, "Oh."

Bolting out of the store, the two all but leapt onto the bike, which the man-mountain kicked into life with a loud roar. Speeding away from the store, Harry took a quick glance behind him, only to see the police officer staring back at him-without even a scratch on his body!

"Alright, you said you'd answer my questions on the bike, we're on the bike-now answer them."

"What tried to kill you was a T-1000. A Terminator composed of liquid metal, allowing them to change their shape. It has been sent back in time to kill you in order to prevent you from fulfilling your role in the future. I've been tasked with protecting you from it."

"You're from the future? Ok, not important: Who sent you? Who wants to protect me so bad they'd send me a bodyguard from the future?"

Glancing over his shoulder, once again Harry was forced to look into the eerily blank face of his 'protector'.

"The person, who sent me back to protect you, is the leader of the wizarding resistant group."

"Again, who sent you to help me?" Harry prodded, not once looking away from the expressionless face of his protector.

"You."

AN: Well, that was certainly longer than the last one. This came about due to a very, very slow day at work combined with staying up to watch T2: Judgement Day. Anyway, make sure to check out my other fics if you guys are interested. And keep an eye out for the next entry to Aura's Chronicles. This is AuraStormMaster, signing off.