The jet of green light that came out of Mrs. Weasley's wand was about an inch away from hitting Steve Leopard's face and killing him instantly when the light evaporated into thin air. Everyone was looking dumbly at Mrs. Weasley and at her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" yelled Mrs. Weasley again.

Again, the jet of green light shot out of her wand and flew straight at Steve Leopard, but evaporated without hitting Steve at all.

Mrs. Weasley tried shooting the killing curse many more times after that, but still, the curse would evaporate before hitting Steve. No one knew what was going on.

Out of the corner of Darren's eye, he saw someone come out from behind the Burrow. As the mysterious person got closer, Darren, Harkat, Vancha, Mr. Crepsley, Gannen, and Steve immediately recognized him and each of them shook in fear as the person revealed himself.

"Mr. Tiny?" asked Darren. "What are you doing here?"

As Harry heard his name, he recognized him as the person who they were talking about before; the person who all the vampires feared and who Darren said was 'the carrier of destiny'.

"Why," said Mr. Tiny smiling as he walked closer to everyone. "Young Master Shan, I see you're still a curious little aristocrat. I think you should be on your knees thanking me that I turned up instead of asking me why I'm here. Honestly, I just saved the vampire clan."

"That was you?" asked Mr. Crepsley. "That was you making the curse evaporate before it hit Steve?"

"Of course," chuckled Mr. Tiny. "I wasn't gonna let Mrs. Weasley here murder Steve just like that. It would have ruined the fun of the actual fight, even though I was having a lot of fun before that with that huge fight going on. But still, I want a spectacular fight to the death between the vampires and Vampaneze, not a quick little 'Avada Kedavra' death by wizards."

Mr. Tiny walked over to Steve and Gannen and helped them both up. Steve jumped onto Gannen's back and in a flash, Gannen flitted and they were both gone.

Nobody said anything as Mr. Tiny scouted the area. Everyone seemed to fear him intensefully. Mr. Tiny walked over to George Weasley's body; he put his three middle fingers on the tip of George's eyelids while his middle finger was in the middle of his forehead and said, "Even in death, may you be triumphant."

Mr. Tiny then walked over to Mr. Weasley's body, (which somehow appeared outside the Burrow even though no one had brought it outside) and did the death touch sign again. After that, Mr. Tiny walked over to Ron's body, but instead of doing the death touch sign, Mr. Tiny just picked up his head and examined it and left it the way it was.

"Why did you do the death touch sign to those wizards?" asked Darren. "Do you know who they are?"

"I know who everybody is young Master Shan," said Mr. Tiny. "But that's not why I mourned for them. I did the death touch sign because they are beings of magic, and I love people who can do magic."

"Then why not mourn for Ron?" asked Harry speaking for the first time to Des Tiny.

"Ahh," said Mr. Tiny who was enlightened. "Master Potter, I see you are still the Boy Who Lived, and the person who everyone looks up to. The Chosen One, they are calling you now? Well you certainly are. You are the only being of magic in the world that can stop Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle, and that is because you contain something that Tom Riddle does not contain. Love."

At the mention of the word "love", Mr. Tiny became a little fidgety, but he soon grew serious again.

"You did not answer my question," said Harry. "If you mourned for Mr. Weasley and George because they were wizards, why didn't you mourn for Ron? He's a wizard too."

Mr. Tiny grew very upset all of a sudden.

"The people who I mourn for are none of your business, Potter!" yelled Mr. Tiny angrily. "I have my own reasons for not doing the death touch sign at Master Ron and I do not need to explain it to you!"

"Ron is dead!" yelled Harry with anger showing in his face. "He died the same way his brother and his dad died and if you don't…"

"Keep talking Potter!" said Mr. Tiny threateningly. "C'mon, I want you too. It will prove that Lord Voldemort is not the only Dark Lord out there! It will prove that he is not the only one capable of torture and murder. So keep talking, and you'll find out that all your times in the whim of Lord Voldemort while he's torturing you will seem like a pleasant hour spent on the beach compared to what I am capable of doing!"

Mr. Tiny suddenly grew dark and evil. The appearance Mr. Tiny took was scarier then anything Harry had ever seen before, even when comparing to Voldemort. Harry then realized what Darren, Mr. Crepsley, and Vancha had been talking about before and he had enough brains inside him to know to shut his mouth.

"Good," replied Mr. Tiny taking back his normal shape and smiling. "I see the rest of you survived your encounter with your enemies."

"So the Vampaneze have actually teamed up with that Voldymort guy and his followers?" asked Vancha.

"Even you have enough brains to answer that question Vancha," replied Mr. Tiny.

"So what do we do?" asked Mr. Crepsley. "Do we go our own way and look for Leonard? Or do we team up with the wizards?"

"You do whatever is in your heart, Larten," said Mr. Tiny. "The vampires are not forced to join forces with the wizards and vice versa, but the chance of victory on both sides are a lot greater if you do join forces."

Mr. Crepsley thought about this for a while.

"Well," said Mr. Tiny after an awkward silence. "I think I am done here. I have a very busy schedule; places to be, people to torment. Good luck to you all in your final battle with your enemies because even if you do not join forces with each other, there will be a final battle for at least one of you. So, good-bye for now."

Mr. Tiny turned away and started walking when all of a sudden he turned back to everyone else.

"Oh yeah," said Mr. Tiny. "I almost forgot."

Mr. Tiny whistled loudly and a Little Person in a blue hood rushed over to him.

"You might want his help if you want to be successful in the final battle to come."

"We do not want his help!" yelled Vancha. "We have had enough of you and your Little People. We want nothing to do with you and we do not want your help. You'd probably spring a trap and have him turn against him. So, thanks but no thanks."

Everyone thought Mr. Tiny would turn on Vancha and force him to bring the Little Person, but instead he just smiled.

"Suit yourself."

And with that, Mr. Tiny walked away and in a flash, he was gone.

Everyone was standing there lost for words, looking at the Little Person in the hoods.

Harkat walked up to the Little Person and started nodding at him. After a while, even though the wizards didn't understand it, Darren realized that Harkat was reading his thoughts and vice versa.

"I asked him what why he was here," said Harkat. "But he does not know. All he remembers is someone stabbing him, his friends rushing to his aid, then everything going black. I don't even think he realized that he died from that stab."

All of a sudden, the Little Person took off his hood and looked around the area with his grey, stitched together face.

"Wow!" said the Little Person in a squeaky voice. "How did I get home? I was just outside a cave."

Everyone stared suspiciously at the Little Person. The vampires and Harkat were shocked that he was able to talk, because so far only one Little Person has ever talked before, and that was Harkat. But Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Mr. Weasley, and Fred were confused because the Little Person had said that this place was his "home". Did this Little Person think that this was his home? Maybe the Burrow looked like the house he lived in before he died. It was ironic, though, because when Harry heard the Little Person's voice, he sounded strangely familiar.

"Harry, Hermione!" said the Little Person when he turned to them. He then turned to Mr. Weasley and Fred. "Mum, Fred! There you are! I have been wondering where you were. I was just with Harry and Hermione and you won't believe me, but we met up with Vampires! Then some of their enemies called the Vampaneze attacked us and one of them stabbed me and that's all I remember. Thank god I survived, but still, it's kind of weird isn't it?"

They all stared straight at the Little Person, then at the dead body that Mr. Tiny refused to mourn to, then at the Little Person again. No one could believe what they were seeing.

"Ron?" asked Harry. "Ron! You're alive? Holy mother of…."

To Be Continued…

Sorry for this really short chapter, but I have been planning this scene since I first wrote the story. I originally planned this scene to be much shorter so I could add the next scene in the same chapter, but by the time I finished this scene I realized it would be too long if I added the next scene in this chapter, so I just decided to end the chapter here. Mostly because I thought that this was a good cliffhanger to put to end a chapter.