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A/N: hey guys, I'm really sorry for the long time between updates but I've got some family problems going on at the moment so life's a tad hectic! Just thought I'd put that out there to explain!

Last chapter:

'That, Ms. Tonks, is Harry.' I said quietly before tiptoeing towards the for Harry had gone into, with a slight creak I pushed the door open, what I saw scared me

What I saw scared me a lot.

The room was a mess. A complete tip that gave out the impression that a bomb had in fact exploded and sent debris flying everywhere; smoke hung in the air like fog, concealing fine details from sight, in the middle of the carnage stood a lone figure, a silhouette.

It was a man with a long black robe on that swayed slightly in the draught from the windows that had been destroyed in the explosion, his hand hung by his side, wand pointed down, a large hood concealed his hair and I presumed face.

The man didn't face me, instead he just stood there, almost waiting for me to make the next move and the worst thing was the absolute power and control radiating from the figure. A loud haunting hiss filled the room, chilling me to the bone; it was unholy, inhuman, it was dark.

'Who are you?' I called out into the smoke, my voice wavering slightly as I drew my wand to point it at the man who just turned to face me. I couldn't see his face as it was obscured by numerous charms and his robes. The man took one look at me and with a small hiss ran from the room further into the smoke, he darted through the mutilated desks until he reached the wall where he seemingly disappeared.

'Where are you?' I shouted out again. I cast a lumos and sent a ball of light into the centre of the room, it hovered in the smoke causing curls and whisps to become visible in the soft glow. I stumbled about the room madly, tripping over lumps of rock and wood as I almost blindly tried to search for the man.

'Sir? Professor?' Tonks stood in the door, her face grey and a slight tremble in her hand. With a small gulp she pointed directly at me with more than an ounce of fear; very slowly I turned round but was stopped. The man was there, his wand was bared at pointed straight at my head, almost touching me, he had appeared from no where.

'Lower your wand-' he said darkly in a low voice, I let out a small gasp and then turned to face him properly, I couldn't see his face as yet again this person's face was hidden apart from a pair of dark glowing green eyes, his cloak was made of a thick material that hung around him when he moved though it still flowed behind him in the breeze.

'Who are you?' I whispered into the still air, I couldn't hear anything more than the shallow breathing of myself and who I guessed was Tonks; a deadly silence fell as we both stopped breathing to hear what this person was doing or if there were more.

'You know who I am, come on, you do really-' he whispered into my ear, his breath moving my hair ever so slightly. I closed my eyes as I tried to work out who on earth this person was: who did I know who was capable of that sort of thing?

But when I opened my eyes he was gone.

NEW PARAGRAPH

'It has come to my attention- that an unknown assailant- was sighted- in the school today, he is armed and dangerous so be very aware, thank you,' Dumbledore said with Snape's quiet, drawling voice; taking unnecessary breaths between every few words. Slowly he sat down in the silence of the hall; everyone was shocked, the first year Hufflepuffs looked like they had wet themselves they were so scared. After a pregnant pause loud talking broke out, children and staff alike all speculating on who and how this person got in.

'Who is he-''Can Dumbledore stop him?' 'Of course he can! He's Dumbledore!' 'But he hasn't stopped him yet, he sounded scared!' 'He's DUMBLEDORE! Of course he's not scared!'

A small tap on my arm made me aware that most of the staff table were staring at me in avid anticipation.

'Albus says you were the one who saw him first!' Filius squeaked in a strange mix of fear and excitement, his eyes were bright and sparkling which was odd as normally you couldn't see his eyes from behind his large, squirrel like eyebrows.

'Yes, along with Ms. Tonks and Harry Potter,' I mumbled with a large shrug.

'Harry Potter? He's an odd one that one! Always knows what's happening before it's happened he does-' piped up a greatly interested Pomona with a hint of distaste. What had Harry done?

'Like what?'

'None of that now,' Dumbledore said brightly from a fee seats down, his eyes twinkled in the candle light though his face was grave, 'Mr. Potter is not a suspect in this case, please extinguish those ideas now,' with a disgruntled mutter Pomona turned back to her food, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to cause such dislike in the usually gentle lady I knew.

As I picked at my food, my mind still on the encounter, I noticed a small bunch of Slytherin sixth years start to stand up; the leader of which was a exceedingly tall boy who looked like a troll had mated with a baboon. As they walked across the hall heads turned towards them before quickly flicking away, first years huddled together in little bundles to escape the group which seemed intent on getting to a certain place an quickly. They reminded me of a hit squad, feared by all but not unstoppable. A Ravenclaw with long brown hair stood at the edge of her table, her nose buried in a book which she seemed intent on finishing as she avidly flicked through the pages, whilst the others of her house edges away she seemed oblivious of the oncoming danger until it hit her- quite literally; the baboon troll gave her a slight shove that sent her stumbling, she flinched away before scooping her book off the floor and shuffling off. Finally the destination of the group was revealed: the Gryffindor table, what a surprise! They stormed towards the far end of the table before stopping behind a tall black haired boy. Harry.

One of the girls in the group tapped him on the shoulder menacingly causing Harry to turn around to become face to face with the bunch of surly sixth years. With a confident smirk Harry stood up slowly to face them, the sixth years said something to him that must have been a threat of some sort but Harry stood strong; he stepped out from the bench and stood in the aisle, his grin even more pronounced. A small shriek from the first year Gryffindors shook me from my passive observation, with a wary look I watched the meeting. A tall boy with wavy brown hair stepped forward menacingly, his wand in hand, all the Gryffindors had by now inched further and further away until it was just Harry along on the bench, so much for Gryffindor bravery!

'No!' Harry's voice cut clearly through the great hall though it couldn't have been more than conversational level, his eyes glowed and you could almost see his magic swirling though it wasn't like the sort children did; no, it was on purpose, he had meant to let his magic show. The tall brown haired boy stepped back, his arms barring Harry from getting to the other Slytherins; one by one they scarpered.

'And that, my friends, is the mystery of Harry Potter,'

NEW PARAGRAPH BUT FFN WONT LET IT BE NORMAL!

A small knock on my office on my office door snapped me awake, with a brisk walk I reached the door, a glass of Fire Whiskey still in my hand from before I fell asleep.

'Mr. Finnigan, what a surprise,' I said wiping my eyes of sleep.

'Sir, I'm here for my detention,' Seamus almost sang, I must have worn a face of complete confusion as he wore an amused smile before carrying on in his lilting voice, 'you know, the one you set me yesterday?' Another grin.

'Oh yes!' The one for setting fire to an assignment he and Harry had been working on, the one where they had to make little birds and practice defensive charms on- never again.

'Do come in,' I said curtly before stepping aside, with a small nod Seamus stepped into my classroom; out of the corner of his bag I could see a small box of fireworks poking out: Gregonovitche's Crazy Crackers.

'Sir, what am I going to do?' Seamus asked from the front of the classroom, his bag dumped on the floor next to my desk and his legs crossed under his desk.

'Mr. Finnigan, Seamus, you are to tell me everything you know, and I mean everything, about Harry Potter,' I said darkly, I leant forward, my elbows on my knees. Seamus' face grew wary, his eyes suspicious; he leant back into his chair slowly. He let out a sharp breath and with a small lick of his lips he began.

'Harry- Harry is very private. I know next to nothing about his home life, I don't even know what his family are called,' Seamus stopped suddenly, his face stopped in horror, I urged him silently to keep talking, 'I know one thing though: Harry is more powerful than anyone else, he doesn't show how powerful he truly is but you can tell, there is a darkness that no one normally sees. My best friend is a person I barely know, he deals in secrets and lies. I shouldn't be telling you this,' Seamus closed his eyes and with a small, sad smile turned once more to me and looked me straight in the eye.

'Don't fight with Harry James Potter Professor- you will lose,'

'Is he happy?' I asked unfazed. Of course the mysterious boy would be powerful with a secret, how could he not? He was all that I imagined a young dark lord to be: powerful with oodles of charisma.

'In Harry's words: 'How can you judge a person's happiness when they don't know it themselves?''

I stood up quickly and scribbled down 'Find out where Harry lives' on a scrap of parchment lying on my desk before dashing over to the bookshelf; I stood there staring at the books, my fingers running along the spines of the books slowly, desperately trying to make a link between what I had just heard and what I knew. A small cough from behind startled me from my searching, a sharp spin on my feet later I came to face a confused Seamus.

'You may go, do not speak of this meeting-' I said quietly before turning back to my books, I heard the hurried scuffle of shoes against stone and the quiet click of the door opening. 'To ANYONE!' I said just a tad louder though with a lot more bite. I could tell Seamus knew I meant it as I heard a loud gulp and, after the closing of the door, running down the corridor.

Harry James Potter:

Knows more than he should

Powerful beyond reason

Dark?

Seen hardship and pain

Been tortured. Well if his Boggart was anything to go by...

Very private.

Deadly.

A/N: wow, I had a serious case of writer's block when writing this! Please read, favourite, follow and review! Xx