Author's Note: I would have posted this last night but my family issue came and slapped me in the face so I couldn't. My apologizes for the wait and I do hope you understand. The mystery man is revealed so enjoy your read!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters; it all belongs to JK Rowling. I do not make any profit off of this and am only using JK Rowling's creation for my own use.

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Dying As Sinners, Living As Saints

Making Appearances

The noon time sun shone high in the sky but gave off little to no heat. The surrounding trees hardly let any sunshine in, encompassing the undergrowth in an eerie darkness, where beams of light broke from the canopy to the ground. The air was still, the area silent. A single blonde awaited the arrival of the head of Giants who had agreed to a meeting.

He had on an attire of black clothes, making him almost invisible amongst the trees but to a Giants smell he would be all too visible. There was no worry that he would not be found by his adversary but still a fear rose in the young man's bones that told him it was not safe. The pale attributes of his skin almost glowed amidst the darkness, against his black garments, leaving one who would look on to him wonder if he was some magical creature of beauty.

Puffs of white blew out of his mouth every time he breathed out, but Draco was too busy paying attention to every sound, image and smell of another being. He was sure that when the Giant came, the ground would shake underneath his feet, sending trembles coursing through his body but he didn't want to risk it. This meeting had come after many tries and if he failed to negotiate all would fail. The Ministry needed him to fix the matter; this was how he would get to a higher rank, although he didn't mind his current position.

Remus Lupin made a good partner; in fact Draco enjoyed his company. He would never admit to anyone but when the man had come to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts in his third year of school, Draco had had a small crush on him. He had been so beautiful, so charming to him. It seemed so unreal that the man was now his partner, but there were no feelings now. He had learned quite painfully and slowly that feelings were a man's downfall. If he hadn't have been such an emotional brat, there would have been a chance for him to go against the Dark Lord sooner rather than later, when it was already too late.

That's when the ground decided to shake thunderously, and Draco had to fight to keep his balance. His hand extended out to a tree to grasp its' limps holding his balance steady.

"Draco Malfoy?" Roared a voice that sounded deep and slightly peeved.

"Of course." Draco replied still holding onto the tree. He turned around slowly to find the Giant walking his way over to him. Draco almost cringed at the beast's appearance. As far as he knew, Giants were, simply put, ugly but this one, this one took the cake. Draco's face twisted into disgust but he hid it knowing the Giant may get angry at his blunt show of revulsion. This meeting had many hopes riding on it so it couldn't go wrong; in fact the Ministry had wanted to resolve the issue so soon that they had complied to all the Giants terms for the meeting, one being that only one person come. Of course, not twenty feet away Remus was hiding under an invisibility spell so it hardly mattered what the Giant thought.

"So what'd ya want?" It gurgled, as if the spit in his mouth wasn't about to leave. Draco felt the repulsion rise in him again, but continued to hide it; instead he put on his signature mask and replied to the ugly beast's question.

"I am sure you have heard of the Wizarding community's thoughts on your current actions. I am here to negotiate a treaty of sorts so that your kind and mine can live peacefully rather than by hating one another."

The Giant snorted, Draco hadn't thought it possible. "Peaceful existence, eh? Sod off ya fucking 'uman! I dun't want yer peace!"

"Think about it before you jump to any conclusions. You have killed three muggles in the last two months, which is causing trouble for us. If you agree to stop such actions, we will meet any of your conditions." Draco quickly said, making sure not to lose the Giant's attention.

"Any?" The Giant gurgled once again.

"Any." Draco confirmed, scanning over the odd creature's form. It was five times as big as he was, and very obese. The clothes it wore barely covered it, having tares and rips throughout. Draco really wanted to get away from the monster as soon as possible.

"'Right, you said any, so I want you to take my tribe to the nearest mountains cuz we ain't like it here in this here forest." He waved his hand about, smacking it into a tree. Draco's nose scrunched up involuntarily at its' stupidity. "I also want some magic. I ain't gonna kill anythin' but I want it fer fire, so we can cook our food, you got that?"

"I understand." Draco replied; exhausted with his conversation with the overgrown human who didn't have half the wit of one. "I will have to see if I can meet the second of your two terms but the first one can be done without problem."

The Giant grinned; it looked ridiculous on its features, "Thas good."

"Give my two minutes to ask the Ministry if the latter of your conditions can be met. If so, then by tomorrow morning you will be redirected to the nearest mountains." He explained, although he was hardly sure if it understood. It rumbled in approval and Draco turned around to walk over to Remus's position.

The walk was quick, for Draco wanted to get away from the stupid creature as soon as he possibly could. Draco was nearing the tree where he knew Remus stood, invisible to everyone. "Remus, I'm sure you heard what the idiot had to say."

"I did and I do think the Ministry will agree. We'll just make sure it's not too much magic," Remus replied. It was strange talking to nothing and yet getting replies. Draco felt the uneasiness rise within him.

"So should I say we've agreed or should we talk to the Ministry first?" Draco asked; making sure they didn't take any wrong steps.

"The Ministry will agree so tell the Grug that we accept his terms." Again the reply came from nowhere, leaving Draco uncomfortable.

"Alright." Draco responded, nodding his head slightly at where he though Remus was standing. With that he walked back to the Giant, keeping a good distance between himself and the beast. "We agree to your terms, Grug."

The Giant laughed and the sound bellowed throughout the quite of the forest. Draco compressed a shiver that ran down his back at its' odd laughter. "We'll be seein' yous tomorrow mornin' then?"

"Yes, yes," Draco replied hastily, the conversation was over so there was no need to linger any longer. The Giant attempted what Draco thought was a smirk and walked off, the ground shaking for the second time that day. Draco quickly reached for a tree branch and held on until he could stand without support. A sigh escaped his lips, the day's toughest work was done, now would come the paper work, which Remus was rather good at handling.

"A job well done, Draco." The voice came from behind him but Draco knew who it was.

"Why thank-you Remus," he replied, smirking as he turned around to face the man, who was thankfully there now.

"We should get going, the Ministry is probably eager for our arrival, besides this place is much too quite for my liking." With the last few words, Remus looked disturbed as if expecting something to leap out at him. Draco wanted to question him but thought better of it; he too, wanted to get away.

"Lets," his one word respond signalled to the werewolf that they would Apparatate back.

--x--

Harry had spent noon pacing about the living room of the poorly built cabin worrying about who could possibly now about his current location. Remus wasn't getting back until around five so there was no use staring up at the clock every few minutes to see how much time remained before he would be coming home. A fear like no other Harry had felt since facing Voldemort swept into his heart, making him tremble as he sat in front of his fireplace worrying about this supposed 'friend.'

He had though no one would ever realise where he lived yet someone seemed to have tracked him down somehow. But why? What use could they possibly have for him? He had wanted to live alone, by himself; he refused anyone else's company, besides Remus that is. It frustrated Harry to no end thinking over the matter, making him realise how useless he felt without someone to talk it over. It had always been that way, he always needed someone to help him through his problems, and then that person would die helping him.

He couldn't tell Remus, or Merlin no! Remus would die too if he did, another death to his name, especially that of Remus's…No, he'd sooner kill himself. Maybe that was what he needed to do…kill himself. It was the only way to keep everyone safe, it's not as if the world needed him any further, he had done his job, he should be allowed the choice on how to live the rest of his life, however pathetic it may be.

His past memories hit him full blow in the face, when Hermione had seen the cuts on him, she had cried so much Harry had wanted to kill himself more than ever. Every time he had tried to end his life, he always failed, too afraid, too scared to know what it was like. He was such a problem to everyone, always getting in the way of their lives, always ruining in them. The Weasley's had given him so much love, so much acceptance and what did he do to thank them, kill of their daughter and sister. He was such a failure.

His mind wandered to the knives in the kitchen but remembered what Hermione had told him too. "Harry you can't do this to yourself! Do you know how hurt everyone would be!? How much Ginny would cry?! Merlin, Harry you're such a selfish prick!" He was a selfish prick…he agreed with her but he hated himself for being such a burden. It's what everyone said, if not from their words then from their eyes. He hated himself, hated everything about himself! Why hadn't he died when Voldemort was around, why did he have to be the Bloody-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived! I'm so desperate…Merlin, so desperate.

He sprawled out onto the floor, the fire now roaring. Harry hadn't quite noticed that he had strengthened it, but he knew it was he who had done it. Wandless magic, it had been a slight forte of his. A Great Wizard is what they all remembered about him, but they always seemed to fail to see his faults. They had angered him when he was younger now he knew what he was, and he accepted it. A weak, idiotic fool who thought he could save the world, always letting someone down in the process.

He sighed, closing his eyes, wanting to escape it all. The thoughts cam once more, trying to get him up to the kitchen so he could shove the knife into his head or something instead of just bleeding himself to death. Could he? Of course not, he was too weak to even rid himself from the world.

He decided then that he wouldn't tell Remus, there would be no use in endangering the man in the process; he had already lost enough people he loved because of him. Lily, James, Sirius, Tonks… He needed to let the man live happily with someone who would love and cherish him. Tonks had been that women but she had died in the War fighting against Amycus, one of the Death Eaters who had been present on the night of Dumbledore's death. The two had died, leaving Remus no better than before. The man always seemed to lose everything, always being rejected because he was a werewolf…Harry loved him too much to lose him, to make him suffer, so he wouldn't let him worry. He'd go to Knockturn Alley himself, alone, and see who knew of where he was.

It all came back to who it could possibly be, not Hermione or Ron, they would have come to the cabin themselves, and none of them had a black owl. It couldn't be anyone he cared about for they all would have come to the cabin themselves to tell him what a great fool he was in staying away from them for so long even when he explained why. Who could it be!?

"ARG!" Harry screamed, getting up from his stance. It aggravated him to no extent that he didn't know who it was, or why they wanted to see him. "'A friend.'" Harry whispered softly, his mind racing with possibilities, for it could be anyone; it could be any enemy luring him into a trap. But once again it would have been easier to kill him in the cabin where no one would know or realise he was dead until Remus came home.

Harry could feel his brain frying in all the thoughts, everything overlapping itself, leaving him more confused then when he had gotten the note first.

The owl was sleeping now, right beside him on the floor. Harry wondered if it was hungry seeing as it did fly in quite a bit from wherever it came to get to the cabin, what confused him further is how it saw the house since it was protected with a number of wards. Harry got up, leaving the owl be in case it got angry if he picked it up. He walked into the kitchen driving his mind away from the letter and went straight down to the cellar. There would probably be something down there the animal could eat.

The stairs croaked as he walked down, his hand reaching for the wand he kept in his pant pockets. "Lumous." The wand's light spread everything in light and he could clearly see where he was going. The cellar was filled with most of the food that Remus and he needed that week, an assortment of meats and dairy products. Harry himself knew that there was some fish down there so he would get some for the owl to eat. It would like the fish; Hedwig had always enjoyed it.

Another recollection came to him as Hedwig's name came to mind. He had left the owl with Ron, thinking it better if he didn't have it around him, it could have given him away or something. He did miss the girl, but there wasn't much else he could do. Harry came to the fish and picked it up, taking it with him as he walked up the stairs. He reached the top when he heard the hoots of the owl.

He stepped into the kitchen and found it swirling around the cabin, panicking but it stopped as it saw Harry's form. It swooped in and settled down on the counter, still a bit unsettled. "I brought you something to eat little guy," Harry cooed as he gave the owl the fish, it immediately hooted its approval and appreciation and started to peck into it. Harry stroked its feathers; they felt silky underneath his finger. The owl hardly noticed that Harry was petting it.

Harry smiled softly at it, his heart fluttering at the emotion that was welling up inside of him; it felt like…happiness.

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Remus came home a bit earlier than usual that night and Harry tried to act as normal as possible, so that he wouldn't give off any feelings of fear or nervousness. He had let the owl go just an hour before he had come.

"Harry, dinner!" Remus called him from the kitchen, Harry sat for a bit thinking about if she should go or not, he was rather hungry…He got up from the couch in the small living room and walked into the kitchen. As he sat down on his usually spot on the table, Remus placed a plate full of food down in front of him.

The smell of the mashed potatoes wafted up into his nose making Harry realise just how hungry he was, he took his spoon and started to eat. "You seem to be in a good mood!" Remus laughed, startling Harry a bit.

"Yeah…" he trailed, wondering if he was acting normal. He stopped ploughing down his mashed potatoes and twirled his spoon around in them, making a swirl formation in them. A thought hit him then, maybe if he got Remus's attention away from him dinner would pass by quicker and Remus could go home, then there wouldn't really be any problems. "How was work?" He asked, it was the first question that came to mind and wasn't that unusual for him to ask about Remus' job.

"Oh, Draco and I finally got the Giant problem out of the way. Talked to their Grug this morning, and made a sort of agreement. Of course paper work follows, meaning the next few days will be nothing but paperwork, but we'll manage." He answered, taking a seat beside him on the table.

"I read about the Giant problem in the paper," Harry commented, resting his elbows on the table and holding his spoon with both hands.

"So you did read the paper?" Remus asked, slightly bemused.

"Yes, I tried to find the bit about Hermione but gave up. It was rather stupid the article on you. The Daily Prophet pitiful paper, bashing is all they can do."

Remus was quite for a bit before he responded, "They do seem to lack real news, but they are still quite popular amongst the Wizards of this world."

"Mmhmm," Harry hummed in response, taking his spoon down to eat a bit more of the remaining mashed potatoes. The meat loaf that sat beside it looked good too; actually Remus was a good cook so Harry knew it would be good.

"Did you read anything else in the paper?" Remus asked, breaking the silence that had befallen between the two.

"No…it wasn't very interesting. Nice picture by the way," Harry smiled, taking a bit of his meat loaf.

Remus chuckled, "I'm surprised they even put a picture in."

"Well it added a nice touch. Everyone got to see just how elegant you are compared to Malfoy." Of course Harry was referring to the blonde's overly zealous attitude.

"Now, now, Harry. Draco's changed maybe not so much but he's not that arrogant anymore." Remus always seemed to defend the man.

"Whatever you say Remus," Harry retorted, now finished his meat loaf so he moved on to the assortment of cooked vegetables.

"If you ever meet, which hopefully you will, you'll see he's changed just like you have my boy," said Remus as he got out of his seat, ruffling Harry's hair as he went to the sink.

"I haven't changed!" Harry argued, always the one in denial it seemed.

"Yes, living in the middle of a forest in Northern England because you blame yourself for everyone's death isn't changed, it's just stupid." Remus snorted and Harry knew why; the werewolf was peeved by his behaviour but he couldn't help it. No matter what he told himself everything would always come down to him being the bad guy, the one who seemed to ruin everything.

"I'm sorry Remus," Harry whispered, putting down his fork quietly. Was he really that horrible? Even Remus was sick of him now…Oh Merlin, he should have killed himself while he had the chance.

Remus sighed, and came over, "There's nothing to be sorry about Harry. I'm sorry for snapping at you." Harry felt him pat his head lovingly and he closed his eyes savouring it.

"Remus…what do you think of me as?" Harry asked, looking for a particular answer.

Remus on the other hand asked a question revealing confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know how I always thought of Sirius as my second father…since he was my godfather but by the end he was more like the father I never had but before I could tell him, he died." Harry's voice came out choked by the end of his sentence.

Nothing came from Remus for quite a while, he was probably reminiscing on Sirius's memories, Harry thought. It was another painful memory he had given the man. "I see you as my son, Harry, one that I am lucky to have."

The words rested in the air before Harry fully digested them, savouring every bite. His voice came out next, sounding so shocked that he wasn't sure it was his. "You…you do?"

"Yes." The hand that had been resting on his head had gone but it hardly mattered now, Harry had jumped out of his seat to stand in front of Remus, who now looked somewhat anxious. "Remus or if I can call you, Dad, thank-you. Thank-you for everything you've done for me and everything you will probably do for me." Tears were staring to well up in his eyes.

"Da-Dad…?" Remus stuttered, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"Yeah, I always saw you as mine, since…since we started living together like this. You're always worrying about me even though I'm such a nuisance." Harry's hand clutched the hair beside him, his hand going white from the strength he was using.

"Dear Merlin, you're no nuisance Harry!" Remus cried, tears bursting from his eyes. Harry was shocked to see the clear droplets fall from his eyes. Harry wasn't quite sure when but he was in Remus's arms being held tight, and it felt good. Soon enough he was crying too, hugging the man right back. It had been so long since he had wanted to tell him that he loved him for always being there for him. Remus Lupin was his only family, all he really needed to live the rest of his life.

"Harry…Merlin, Harry you don't know how happy you've just made me!" Remus laughed, tears still rolling down his face.

Harry laughed too, wondering how he was standing since his knees felt weak. He didn't now how to respond so he just held his father. He had one now, one he knew wasn't going to leave unless he put him in danger which he swore he would never do.

Remus pulled away, his eyes glancing Harry's form. "Thank-you Harry, for making me the proudest father in the world." He held Harry by the shoulders and really did look proud. Harry wiped the tears from Remus's face and smiled.

"I never knew I did anything to be proud of…" He trailed, dwelling in his insecurities. "But you really shouldn't be thanking me."

"I'll have to do something about that attitude of yours, Harry." Remus laughed, still crying. It sounded funny so Harry laughed too. And that's how the night passed, with strange strangled laughter coming from the cabin in the middle of nowhere, troubles forgotten as both men laughed at their good fortune.

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The next day passed away, leaving Harry feeling happier than he had in quite some time, four years really. Remus came home and the two had talked endlessly, Harry never once thinking about his bad qualities but rather laughing at the things the Marauders had done when they were young. His father had been quite the prankster…he almost felt sorry for Snape after hearing Remus talk about him.

Soon enough, two days had passed and Harry found himself saying goodbye to his father only to face his own predicament alone but he had to so he wouldn't cause Remus trouble. It's the right thing to do; I'll be back before he even knows I was gone.

Harry looked at the only clock in the house, seven sixteen in the morning. This left about five hours until he had to be at the entrance of Knockturn Alley. Harry's mind swirled right back into his vortex of possible "friends" that would want to meet him in such a strange place. It was going to be a trying time waiting for noon to come…

Why would someone want to meet me at Knockturn Alley? His mind almost laughed at his question, there were plenty of reasons, killing him, beating him, having some weird obsession with him like the Creevey kid from Hogwarts. The main question was rather who would have wanted to meet him. The meeting place made him think it was some Death Eater who hadn't been caught or a Slytherin. He was being stereotypical, but no Gryffindor would be caught dead in Knockturn Alley, other than Hagrid…

Could it be Hagrid!? Harry shoved off the thought, it couldn't be Hagrid; the half-giant would half come to see him himself.

Harry felt like screaming in irritation but instead threw a punch into his mattress. He had gone to sit on the lumpy mattress after Remus had left, and felt rather pathetic since he couldn't place a name on his supposed friend. What am I going to do for five bloody hours!?

If Harry had ever thought he would go insane he had never thought it would have been in the arrival to go meet someone, especially when that someone seemed to be on the slightly dark, mysterious side. He sighed, closing his eyes, knowing that worrying over the matter wasn't going to get him anywhere. He'd just have to wait, wait like a good little Boy Saviour, although he was of age now.

Harry awoke with a start, never realising he had fallen asleep. He jumped out of his bed to go see the time, hoping he hadn't overslept. There was a sigh of relief in the living room as Harry's eyes met the hands of the clocks. "Ten past eleven."

That gave him more than enough time to put on something other than his usual garb of muggle clothes; he would need to put on something more Wizarding World. Harry walked off to his closet and pulled out a black robe, along with a crisp white shirt and black dress pants. He may as well look the part of the "Chosen One."

Running a hand through his messy locks Harry walked out of his cabin, not worried that someone would go into it. He then walked a bit further before he knew he was out of the protection of the wards before putting an invisibility spell on himself and Apparatating to Diagon Alley seeing, as he didn't know what the entrance to Knockturn Alley looked like.

His invisible form found itself standing in the bustling streets of Diagon Alley and Harry smiled. It felt kind of nice being out of his past surroundings. People were walking past him laughing, arguing, and talking to each other about what was in the windows. Harry had to dodge quite a few people so he wouldn't get trampled or caught. The streets looked beautiful, much better than what he had seen five years ago, a lively, colourful personality drifted within the buildings.

Harry moved quickly, walking around people, some street venders, and their shops. He knew the way to Knockturn Alley, since he had ended up there before a few times, his first visit anything but pleasant. He had reached the end of Diagon Alley when he saw the dark, creepy entrance to Knockturn Alley. It was a small alley way that led into the quite, unearthly streets of Knockturn Alley. Harry stepped forward cautiously, looking everywhere for any sign of a person. He had left the cabin at eleven forty-seven, and was quite sure the walk to the entrance was a good ten minutes, meaning he was only three minutes early. The person who had called him here must have had the sense to show before him…right?

That's when he noticed a figure, dressed in nothing but black, come to stand near the alley entrance. He waited a few minutes before walking in, Harry quickly followed. The man, at least Harry thought it was a man because of his short black hair and height, walked in large strides, his height contributing to his steps. Harry studied the person, short black hair, dressed in all black, with pale sickening skin, quite like his own. Hrary still didn't know who it was.

"Mr. Harry Potter, you can come out of your invisibility spell, as you can see there is absolutely no one around." The man said, startling Harry so that he almost tripped on his own feet. The man turned around, and Harry came face to face with a person he knew but not quite that well.

"Theodore Nott?" He whispered, rather perplexed as to why the Slytherin boy had sought him out.

"I'm surprised you even remember me…" Nott commented before smiling rather oddly, as if he wasn't used to the emotion.

"Why…why did you…of all people…" Harry didn't know where to start, and as a result blurted out all his questions at the same time.

Theodore Nott laughed slightly, amused by Harry's difficulty to grasp the situation. "Come this way, and we can talk seated." He waved his hand to a wall, and Harry understood that it was probably an entrance or something.

"Alright." He replied, not as worried as he had been when he first came out of hiding. Theodore took out his wand from his robes and waved it at the wall, the stones immediately moved out of place to reveal a set of stairs. Nott began to walk up, so Harry followed, seeing as he had agreed to talk to the man. The stones closed behind him and Harry found himself trapped in a stairwell with a man he hardly knew. The walls were made of the same grey stone like that of the wall he had left behind, the stairs on the other hand seemed to be made of wood.

Harry swallowed, as he took each step up the stairway, his mind wandering and his heartbeat picking up pace. Nott waved his wand again, at what Harry saw was another wall. The stones moved out of the way and Nott walked into an unlit room. Just as Harry stepped in lights went on and Harry found himself standing in a small apartment. A questioning brow rose as he stood taking in his surroundings.

"Do you not want to take off your invisibility spell?" Harry heard Nott ask as he himself scanned the kitchen that sat at his left.

"Oh…" His voice lingered in the stone walls of the apartment, Harry muttered the reversal spell, and he came out of his invisible mode. It felt odd letting someone other than Remus see him, almost as if was about to be studied by something as an experiment.

The apartment on the other hand had a purple and green colour scheme going on, reminding Harry of Slytherins all too well. But even though the colour scheme seemed unfriendly the rest of the apartment made Harry feel quite at home, giving of a very homey air. The room in which he stood now seemed to be the living room, being the only air for any one to sit in. A spread of papers sat on the table in front of one of the couches and two stools sat acting as chairs to the counter in the kitchen. The floor was made of the same wood as the staircase but the stone walls were covered with tapestries to hide them.

"Welcome Mr. Harry Potter to my humble abode," said Nott as he walked into his small kitchen.

"Call me Harry," Harry said before he could really think.

"Then you can call be Theodore, Theo if you must." Harry heard the former schoolmate reply.

"Alright." Harry replied, wanting to start asking Theodore all the questions swirling in his head.

"Coffee?" Theodore offered; Harry nodded his head in acceptance. Harry stood where he was, watching the man pour coffee into two mugs, adding in sugar and then mixing the cups. "Do you want cream or milk?" Harry shook his head to the question. Theodore smiled at him and walked over to him. Harry for the first time really took in his appearance. His black hair fell into his calculating grey-brown eyes, and his form was slender, just about the same as Harry's since he had gone into hiding. He was, however, half a head taller than he was, adding to his lean image. He handed Harry a cup of coffee which Harry took, allowing the warmth to wrap around his fingers.

"I'm sure you have a large number of questions running around in your head, so have a seat and I'll explain some of the questions I know you have." Theodore said, walking to a single armchair by the small fireplace that was in his living room.

Harry moved from his own spot and sat down on the couch with the coffee table in front of it. He put his coffee down on the table and sat right on the edge waiting for the odd character to start explaining.

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Author's Note: Hopefully none of you guessed it could be Theo! MUAHAHA! Oh yeah, I rock! lol! Review if you can, it would be greatly appreciated if you did. Thank-you for reading. :smile: Ah yes, so the question in your minds now: Why did he track Harry down!? Wait and find out. :evil grin: