Here is the next chapter I finally typed out for you guys. So I got an OC request from Lady Cougar-Trombone, thank you for sending it in, and I hope your happy on how they turned out in this... so far. Also thank you DarthMittens for being my awesome Beta!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... *sigh*


"Blasted Potters always ruin everything. Getting married, having bloody babies, stealing my feelings. They make me so mad!" the irritated person muttered while hexing a dummy with Harry Potter's face drawn on the head. "I will get my revenge on you and that filthy mudblood!"

With one more hex the dummy's head blew right off the body. A spectator was watching this scene in the distance and finally decided to come over and calm the angry person down. "You know I want this just as much as you, but you don't see me blowing cotton-stuffed dummies up!" the spectator yelled, getting their attention.

The angry person spun around and scowled, "what do you want?"

The spectator shrugged. "Exactly what you want. I want the Potters' heads on a stake."

The person squinted suspiciously at the spectator and growled, "What have they ever done to you? If anyone, I should be the one who wants the

Potters and Malfoys heads on a stake. What's your game?"

Laughing, the spectator threw a vial of polyjuice potion into the angry person's hands. "Don't overwork yourself, it could bad for you." The spectator winked cheekily and stalked away from the angry person without giving them an answer.


"I feel so useless staying here!" Draco complained while playing with a clot of dirt that was sitting on the table in the White Hart. Draco and Harry were having a drink without the ladies or babies distracting them. They were sitting in the White Hart gulping down some butterbeer; Caroline was serving them, but kept her distance like most people in the town. Lanzo took a couple days off from work because of his severe hangover he got from the party; it was said that it was his worst one yet.

Other than the obviously filthy atmosphere in the pub, it was a fairly nice day outside. The grass looked bright green when the sun beat down on it and the mountains casted shadows in the distance when the sun hid behind them. Most of the townspeople were wandering around outside in the streets doing Merlin-knows what they usually do.

Harry took a deep breath and chugged down the rest of his butterbeer. "Do you want to go riding?" he asked in hope of doing something other than sitting in a dingy room.

Draco sighed, "Can't. The ministry took my broom away a couple years ago."

"Explore around this place a little?"

Draco scrunched his nose up. "More of this place? Not a chance!"

"Be with our wives?"

The blond shook his head again. "Kara is being really stubborn lately, I kind of want to give her some space for a while," he answered.

Harry groaned. "Well, I have to do something, so if you want to come with me you're welcome to. I'm going to go walk around for a while."

Draco set his head in his arms that were resting on the table, "No, you go ahead. I'm going to take a nap."

Harry rolled his eyes at the Slytherin, then left the pub right as Caroline came to clean their table. With the sun beating down on everything, the stench had become very apparent and definitely nauseating. He kicked at the pebbles on the ground and started walking further into town. Most people just ignored the Potters and Malfoys now, but sometimes they would get someone who would be curiously staring at them. This time a pale, skinny, dark brown haired boy stood in the way of Harry and his walk. The teenage boy silently stared at the wizard with a peculiar look.

"Um, Hello?" Harry asked the boy hesitantly.

The boy continued to stare at him without saying anything.

Ok, Harry thought, there is a strange boy in the street in front of me blocking my path. Do I walk past him or question him? He isn't doing anything, and he- wait what is he pointing at? The boy held his scrawny finger out towards Harry's waist. Harry looked down at himself, nothing was wrong down there; the only thing down there was his wand.

Then Harry realized what was so interesting. He took his wand out of his pocket and showed it to the boy. "You like this?" he asked. The boy nodded with wide eyes and reached out for it. Harry brought the wand back towards him. "Sorry man, can't let you touch this."

The boy's eyebrows started to furrow and he had a frown on his face. "Why not?"

Harry's eyes went wide. The boy talked to him, but not in a sickly small voice. In a cracking deep voice like he was going through the stages of puberty. "Well, this is my wand, and it's very dangerous. Just stick with your own wand, okay kid?" Harry said reasonably.

The boy still looked mad, "I can't," he growled.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"I'm a Squib."

Harry wanted to slap himself multiple times for his ignorance. He knew how sad Squibs got because they couldn't use magic; Mr. Filch was a Squib and he got stuck as the caretaker at Hogwarts. What person would want to be stuck in the lowest part of the food chain, especially in wizard standards?

"I'm sorry, kid, I didn't know," Harry tried to explain, awkwardly.

"I'm not a kid," the boy snapped, "I'm twelve years old. And my name is not 'kid,' it's Austin."

"Sorry, Austin," Harry apologized. "Look, I kind of want to continue walking so can you please move out of the way?"

Austin shook his head. "I've heard about you. You're Harry Potter, one of those strangers who's visiting our town. Aren't you like some really powerful wizard or something?"

Harry chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know. Yeah, I guess I am, but I wouldn't classify myself as one."

Austin seemed like a hothead, and very familiar for some reason; those brown eyes of his looked like Lanzo's. Suddenly, a little fair-haired blue-eyed girl came toddling up behind Austin.

"Aus'n! Aus'n!" she cried. "Emmy wants you!"

"Hold on, Jaye! I'm talking right now," Austin said trying to push Jaye back.

But Jaye wouldn't have it. "No Aus'n! Emmy needs you now! Emmy's hurt by the lake!"

Suddenly a dark shadow cast itself on Austin's face. "Jaye, where by the lake is she?" he demanded, kneeling down so he could look at her in the face.

"Daddy's deer trap!" Jaye yelled starting to cry.

"Crap!" Austin yelled.

Harry stood there confused on what was going on but it seemed bad. "Would you like me to come with you?" he asked. Austin turned back to Harry desperately.

"Sure, but keep up!" he ordered in a rush.

Without a second thought Harry ran off after Austin and Jaye out of the town and towards the glassy lake. Harry caught up with Austin and started running beside him. "Austin, who's Emmy?" Harry yelled ducking under a low tree branch, avoiding a mouthful of bark.

"Her real name isn't Emmy! That's just what Jaye calls her because she can't pronounce Emerald. Emerald's a witch, and a powerful one, her only downfall is that she's a mute, but she's my best friend. My dad has animal traps set up around the woods, she must have got caught in one while she and Jaye were hunting!" Austin yelled back while jumping over logs and moss.

"Jaye seems a little young to be a hunter!" Harry said.

"She may be three, but she loves to come with me and Emerald on some of our hunts! Wait- I think that's Emerald up there!" Austin shouted, coming to a sudden halt and looking up at a high branch above them.

A young girl with strawberry-blonde hair, brown wizarding robes, and cuts all over her face was dangling right above their heads by a rope on her ankle. She was struggling to move in vain. Jaye bounced up to Harry and handed him a black stick.

"This is Emmy's wand, mister," she said, handing him the medium-sized black wand.

Harry took it and stuffed it in his pocket, then took his own wand out. Austin looked like he was panicking. "Blimey Harry, help her!" he begged.

Harry continued to stare up at the girl who looked like she was on the verge of tears because of the excruciating pain. Carefully, he grasped his wand tightly and yelled up to her, "Emerald! Please keep calm and try not to move, I'm going to get you down!" Emerald looked like she stopped moving, but she was still dangling slightly.

Harry carefully pointed his wand up at the rope that held the girl. Softly, he muttered a cutting curse. A blue light escaped from his wand tip and hurtled towards the rope, cutting it in half. As soon as the curse came into contact with it, Emerald fell in silence towards the pine needled floor, but before she could crash to her death Harry caught her. She landed in his arms, breathing quickly, in a daze at what had just happened.

"It's okay, I've got you," Harry reassured her. He gently laid her down on the ground and grabbed her ankle that was caught in the trap. It was rubbed raw and bleeding. "Alright Austin, I want you to bring Jaye back with you while I carry Emerald since she can't walk right now."

Austin nodded and grabbed Jaye's hand. Then they made the trek back into town. During their walk Harry noticed that Emeralds eyes were also a bright emerald color and her hair was curly just like Hermione's. When they came back up the street to the town Lanzo, Draco, Hermione, and Kara were waiting desperately outside the White Hart pacing around.

When Austin saw them he instantly ran with Jaye into Lanzo's arms. "Daddy!" Jaye squealed, "'Arry helped Emmy from your deer trap!"

Lanzo looked up at Harry, who was still carrying Emerald. "Thanks for saving her Potter; she is just an innocent little witch. I should have been more careful about my traps." Lanzo put his head down in shame, but Austin and Jaye hugged him so he would feel better. "Here, hand her to me, Potter.

I'll bring her back to her mother," Lanzo insisted holding his arms out.

Harry placed the fragile girl into the portly man's arms and watched as Lanzo walked away with Austin and Jaye following.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, jumping into his arms. "What happened? Is everything okay?" she asked.

Harry took her hands in an effort to calm her down. "Everything is okay now. That little girl's ankle was caught in a deer trap and she needed help. And those two other kids apparently happen to be Lanzo's kids. Anyway, the girl, Emerald, is a mute so she couldn't yell for help. But luckily Jaye, the other little girl, was with her so she could go get her brother for help."

"But how did you get involved in this?" Hermione wondered, shaking her head. Draco and Kara looked as though they were wondering the same thing.

"I met Austin on the street and he asked me to come help since he's only twelve, and he's a Squib," Harry explained. "I went with him to the woods and we found Emerald dangling from a tree. But don't worry 'Mione, everyone is okay now."

Hermione still looked unsure so Harry kissed her on the forehead and wrapped her in his arms to assure her that everything was going to be okay.

"Potter," Draco called, breaking Harry and Hermione from their hug. "While you were gone playing hero for those kids, Hermione, Kara, and I found Kreacher by the creek. He was cleaning himself. And he told us that he was basically in heaven at this place. Typical answer coming from a house elf," Draco mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Harry thanked them all for finding Kreacher, then they all headed back to Pine Heights where they were all seeking a good night's sleep.


CRACK!

Harry's eyes shot open.

What was that?

The room was quiet. Hermione was asleep next to him, the twins were asleep in their crib, and Kreacher was sleeping in the closet. It was windy outside, the shadows of branches swaying on the wall.

CRACK!

There it was again. Harry snatched his wand up and carefully got out of the bed. He quietly put his wizard robes on and exited the room. He crept along the bamboo floor and stuck his head out the front door. It was pitch black outside except for the dim lights that the tiki torches were showing off through the foggy air. A shadowy figure loomed on the ground eighty feet below where Harry stood, but through the cracks of the bridge Harry saw it moving. Without much thought Harry ran towards the rope that would take him down to the ground and grasped it.

After his feet had firmly landed on the ground, Harry looked around, trying to locate the figure again. He just managed to see the hem of a black robe escaping through the black trees. Acting on instinct and habit, Harry ran after it. The figure was now running away swiftly, like a fox. Harry was breathing hard as he jumped over logs and puddles that he could see from the blue light coming from the moon. Because the figure was pumping their arms back and forth as they ran, Harry could see a silver wristband clasped around their wrist. Harry ran harder after it, but the figure was no amateur; they ran harder and faster to get away from Harry.

Finally they stopped abruptly in a clearing. Harry stopped at the entrance and gripped his wand tighter. The figure turned around to face the boy-who-won. They had a hood on covering their face, Harry couldn't see under the hood, but he was starting to think maybe he didn't want to. Silence was their only barrier between them. Neither made a move to fire a hex at the other.

"Harry!" a panicked voiced yelled breaking the scarily serene moment.

The figure cracked their wand out before Harry had a time to react and shot a stream of white sparks at Harry's chest. Blood started to ooze out as Harry fell to the ground. Before Harry could completely pass out, a blonde figure jumped over his body and shot a series of spells at the attacker, but all Harry could manage to decipher was a series of sounds: boom, boom, boom!


I know, I know. This chapter was pretty short. Sorry bout that. I had writers block on this so I ended it before I could mess it up. But I would really love it if you guys review, to keep me going. As an author I really appreciate it when people compliment me on my work, or even if they have some constructive critism for me. Thanks for reading! -SR7