CHAPTER THREE: A GLIMPS OF THE FUTURE

     Harry was awakened by his alarm at 6:15.  He was showered, dressed, and had a bit of toast before he left.  He "arrived" at Mrs. Figg's house at 6:45.  She showed him in the front door and out of the back.  She gave him some water and a sandwich as a snack.  "Now Harry.  Please try to be careful, and if anything happens try to remember to report it to Mr. Brown.  You don't want to be fired on the second day of your job."

     "Thanks Mrs. Figg.  I'll see you later."  He replied.  'I wonder why she said to report it to Mr. Brown.  That is so strange.  Oh well.'  He thought to himself as he was leaving.

     She watched him go through the gate, and then walked back inside.  Grabbing a pinch of blue powder she threw it in the fire place and yelled, "Tameron Brown!"

     The face of Tameron Brown appeared in the fire with a yellowish glow.  "Arabella Figg!" he said.  "What can I do for you?"

     "Good morning Tam.  I just wanted to let you know that a certain someone is very excited about his new job."

     "He seemed at peace somehow.  It's almost if he was enjoying the work.  I'll keep a good eye out for him.  Don't you worry 'Bella."

     "Thanks Tam.  If anything happens let me know."

     "I will.  Talk to you soon.  Bye now." 

     Arabella Figg was quite pleased with herself.  'Now that there are not one, but two ex-aurors looking out for Harry he'll be doubly safe.' she told herself.

     As Harry reached the site he found himself in a very happy mood.  Gone were the feelings of feeling lonely and depressed while he stayed home for the summer.  Now he had something to get happy over.  With that he started his work.

     It was a beautiful bright and sunny day out.  Most of the men were working on the inside of the building when Harry heard a voice.  "Hey Harry!  Can you come here for a minute?" 

     "Hi, Mr. Brown," he said walking over.  "What can I do for you?"

     "Good morning Harry.  So how are you feeling today?"

     "Well I'm just a little sore from yesterday sir.  Everything else is okay."

     "Good.  I wanted to tell you that we're estimating completion for this project in about nine weeks.  Then we'll be heading off on a different project.  I think that you should have a pretty good time with the money that you'll be saving.  You will be saving right?"

     "Yes sir.  There are a few things that I want to buy right away, but I'll be saving the rest."

     "Good.  Good."  He said with a little laugh.  "Well off you go then."

     Everything was going well for Harry in his new job.  He had money to buy things, which he did, but he was saving more money than spending.  He was saving money to ensure the future for himself.  He had a bad childhood until he went to Hogwarts, and he wasn't about to give that up.  He loved the wizard world in which he was a part of.  He met and fell in love with a witch that he couldn't keep his mind off of, and he was determined to give her a life that was second to none.  He knew that this was his last year at school, and if he wasn't careful he would loose her. 

Nine weeks later………

     Harry was back to work unaware that he was being watched from across the street.  Today was the last day at the site because all the work was done.  At 6P.M. everyone started to leave.  He said goodbye to everyone, and with his last paycheck in his hand he started to walk back to Mrs. Figg's house.  As he was leaving the site he got the distinct impression that he was being watched.  He felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise.  Without warning and with the quickness of his Quidditch skills he spun around looking back towards the building and all around him.

     He spotted something watching him from the trees, but didn't spend too much time looking in the same spot.  When he turned back to start walking he took an extra second to look in the tree.  In it he saw a tabby cat that looked oddly familiar.  When he started walking he felt the eyes following him.  He smiled inwardly thinking inwardly 'they must be worried that something will happen if she's here.'  So he decided to stop and ask, but first he needed to get off the main road to have a private conversation.  He started to run. 

     Weaving in and out of houses and yards he found himself being followed at a distance.  He finally made it to a quiet and secluded part of the community park that was just opposite of Privet Drive.  He hid behind a tree so that he could see where she was going.  When she reached the tree that was two behind his he walked out into the path without looking behind him.  The tabby stopped abruptly.

     "Good evening, Professor McGonagall."  He said.  "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"   

     Where the tabby once sat there was now his Transfiguration teacher looking very displeased with herself.  "Good evening, Mr. Potter.  How on earth did you know that I was following you?"

     He smiled and said, "I could feel you watching me.  I noticed that you were sitting in the tree when I looked around and figured that you wanted to talk with me.  Did I do that bad on the O.W.L.'s that you needed to tell me?"

     "Quite the contrary, Mr. Potter, "  She looked for once very happy, "It seems that the 'dream team', as Professor Snape is quite fond of calling you, did exceptionally well.  It would appear that you almost definitely have succeeded in continuing the Potter Legacy of being Head Boy, but that final decision will stand with Professor Dumbledore."

     He was pleased that he could be able to carry on the now famous Potter Legacy of Head Students.  "At least I know I did alright.  Thank God for that.  Now the reason is?"

     She reached inside her cloak, produced a book, and handed it to Harry.  "I wanted to give this to you.  It is the book that Lily and James wrote there notes about them being anamagi.  It was delivered to me the night of.....well."

     "There's no harm in saying it Professor.  I have come to terms with their death."

     "Mr. Potter, Harry.  We aren't in school you have my permission to call me Minerva or even Minnie. Your mother used to call me that."  Just then she saw that he wasn't paying attention.  His eyes were darting back and forth as if they were searching for something.  "Harry w-what's the matter?"

     "We're not alone."  He said almost sniffing the air, "He's here."