Flashback

The day was like any other day guarding muggles. The Prime Minister stood at his podium giving a tedious speech about the recent crime wave when Harry noticed a glimmer in one of the windows of a tall apartment building. He ran for the Prime Minister when he realised what it was, a gun. He tackled the Prime Minister to the ground and felt a searing pain in his arm, the bullet had hit. He did not move, still lying on top of the Prime Minister protecting him from harm. The wound was just a flesh wound, the bullet merely grazed him but still it hurt. He gritted his teeth in pain. He heard the unmistakably sound of wands firing spells and bullets whizzing through the air. He put up a small protective shield around him and the Prime Minister. These shields were taxing on the energy of a wizard and Harry, with a bullet wound wasn't 100% focussed. The shield was sporadic, glitching and opening small holes every now and then. He stood the Prime Minister up

"Sir, we have to move now" Harry pushed the Prime Minister up and towards Arthur who was shooting spells into the apartment complex. "Take him Arthur, I've got this" Arthur nodded and guided the Prime Minister of the stage and towards the escape route. He ran along the stage, no longer having the small amount of cover that the podium provided, he was too vulnerable up here. "Acio Fierebolt" he bellowed as he ran. His new firebolt that he had bought to replace his old, broken one soared at him like a bullet. It stopped next to him and he climbed on, he flew up towards where he had first seen the glint. He soared through the open window with his wand out and ready. The room was empty he observed upon entering. Empty except for a body and a gun lying next to hit, he assumed that the man had been shot by one the guards considering no spell would have left a hole in him like that. He went past the body and towards the door that lead to the hall. He opened it and quickly checked both ways, it was empty, he could still hear gunfire. He walked left out of the door, that is where the gunfire seemed to be coming from. He walked down the hall, three doors down the gunfire was pounding in his ears, it was so loud. He guessed it had to be coming from this room. He slowly opened the door, in his injured state he had forgotten to use the homenum revelio spell that would show him if anyone was in there. He heard a click as the door opened and realised a milli second too late that the door must have been rigged to blow. It exploded, the door took most of the explosion. But it hurt like hell, he shot back into the wall. He thought he might have broken a few ribs. A ragged man emerged from the room and his eyes found Harry, sprawled on the floor, his wand had flown from his hand. The man raised his gun and fortunately for Harry a stray bullet from outside whizzed through the window, ricocheted off the bed post and went straight through the man's ankle. Harry took his opportunity as the man groped for his bleeding ankle and stood.

He charged him and tackled him through the doorway back into the room. The man kneed upwards and his knee collided painfully with Harry's groin. Harry brought a fist down on the man's face in retaliation. He was fighting when he was angry and thus his fighting was predictable, the man dodged his blow easily and threw Harry off him with surprising strength. Harry stood, and so did the man. Harry's back was no to the window and the man's to the door. The man took weight off his wounded ankle and limped towards Harry. And now it was Harry's turn to be unfortunate. A reductor curse (he assumed) hit next the window blowing pieces of the apartment into the room. One clipped his ear and sliced a hold through it. He clutched at his ear painfully. He was blind with pain, he didn't see the man quickly dart forward and kick him squarely in the chest sending him soaring out of the window. He fell three stories and landed on the roof of a car. The man's face appeared quite a distance above Harry. The man smirked and Harry saw that man had gone and retrieved the gun he had dropped when he was shot. Harry rolled off of the roof of the car and hit the bitumen with a thump as bullets whizzed down. One pierced his shoulder and lodged itself in there, he screamed. Suddenly the man stopped. He looked terrified. Suddenly the man fell out of the window and missed the car, landing on top of a fire hydrant that impaled him. Harry crawled over to the man. He saw members of the Prime Ministers guard firing at the apartment building, retreating into the alley. They were leaving him. He turned his head and looked behind him, Ginny and the Weasley's were running towards the alley. He reached the man and took his gun. A car screeched to a halt in front of him. Suddenly an explosion sounded behind him, he whipped the gun around and almost screamed with pain. It had hit the alley wall, the Weasley's lay on the ground, motionless. The men that had arrived in the car appeared to be more of the terrorists that had attacked him. He trained the gun on them and began firing. Two were hit initially out of the five that exited the car, the others returned fire and Harry felt three bullets pierce his chest. He tried to aim the gun at them, to shoot, but he couldn't move his arm. They ran past him towards the alley and Harry's heart sank. When they returned a short while later they were carrying the limp body of the Prime Minister, they hauled him into the car and left, tires screeching.

Next he saw a group running towards him, it was the Weasley's, they had merely been knocked out by the explosion. Ginny knelt beside him.

"Harry" she gasped

"You're so beautiful he choked" and his body went limp. He remembered Ginny screaming and crying. And her father saying "We have to go Ginny, it's too late, we have to go" More cars were appearing in place of the one that had taken the Prime Minister, they shot towards Harry and Arthur. He sent spells at them. Harry could hear, but not see them hit.

He remembered, a few seconds after they had left a Russian voice in his ear "My my, what have my men done to you Harry Potter?" As it transpires it was Karkaroff who had sent a spell that knocked the man out of the window and onto the fire hydrant, apparently no one was going to kill Harry Potter except for him.

He kept a brisk pace as he walked towards the Burrow. Ron, Ginny and Hermione half walked, half jogged to keep up. He needed some way to gather wizards. He remembered that while he was staying at the orphanage he had seen a special news report on the attack; it was to mourn the dead or something. They only recovered the body of 12 attackers while 16 of the Prime Minister's guards had died, none of which were wizards, 6 muggles that were caught in the crossfire and the Prime Minister had still not been accounted for. Harry knew he was alive however. After all, he shared a cell with him.

Harry entered the Burrow and he explained the predicament to the present Weasley members, which was everyone except Arthur. He even agreed, sure to Bill's reluctance to trust him to make an unbreakable vow that everything he told them would in the next 10 minutes would be the truth. Some of the questions he declined to answer. For instance "Have you ever had a sex dream about a girl you knew?" or "What is your name?"

After intensive interrogation the Weasley's were satisfied.

"I'll send a message to Arthur then" said Mrs Weasley

"No" Harry almost shouted. At her appalled look he said "What if the wrong person intercepts that message? You would all be targeted for knowing about this. We can fill him in when we get there"

"Get there?" inquired Ron

"We are going to the Ministry, now" said Harry.