Breaking Point

Chapter 5

A/N: I'd like to thank LordOfTheHeroes, hellfire45, Ronin Kenshin, iMTheStormKing, Chaos Snow Kitsune, plums, Guest, dawyken, Sawgrass, DrizztTeller, smokeapound, Gold, senpen banka, nagiten, ObsessedWithHPFanFic, tpowe15, Smutley Do-Wrong, alec-potter, Dault3883 Barron Backslash, jamnaz79, Gusst, Jockaneseninja, naruto, martinora, Dante Ouma and nymlover for your reviews.

Chaos Snow Kitsune: I think the reason why Daphne is so popular is because of the fact that there is next to nothing known about her because of this, authors can make her character whatever they want it to be.

nagiten: Her first task was to report Harry's location and then to bring him in. After that she would be assigned as his watcher because of her Metamorphmagus ability which allows her to blend into the crowd quite easily.

Smutley Do-Wrong: It's a small room and Harry works out quite regularly so while it's not overly strong smell, it's present enough that there is a faint waft of it.

Hogwarts is the most protected school in the world and is protected by Dumbledore so Voldemort is wary to fight him. He could have been in a relationship with a girl when he was in Hogwarts, not before and after until Voldemort was defeated. But he could go on like a few dates and stuff like that during his stay at Hogwarts.

Yes, Harry and Fleur have met inbetween those scenes as I didn't want to make it repetitious. These scenes simply showed the moral dilemma that Harry's going through and also showing that Fleur has developed some feelings for him. Romance isn't my strongest suit nor is dialogue, but I'm steadily improving and once I get to ten chapters, I will go back and do some heavy rewriting as to make it better. Also for Harry's reasoning, he's a flawed individual who is both selfish and selfless. He doesn't want to get hurt again so he is selfish, but he also doesn't want to risk Fleur which is selfless.

Also for Harry flirting back, he never really knew Fleur at the start and was just coming into his new changes. You were right in thinking that he thought Fleur wasn't being serious in her flirting and simply believed it to be a joke so he joined in. However, as more time went on, he began thinking that maybe she wasn't doing it just for a joke, but continued because he didn't want to make things awkward for her.

phoenix-rob: That's the thing, as far as everyone else knows she has't found Harry yet and is stil looking for him.

Ariadne Venegas: They didn't take it by force, they simply used the raid on Diagon Alley as a distraction while they bought the cabinet. Things about what happened with Draco will be explained in the next chapatsr, so things wil make more sense.

Gouberman: Yes, I read through this story and realised that my writing style was shit compared to what it is now and decided to re-write with a few minor changes.

Deoxstorm: The limit is four, with Fluer and Tonks definitely in the pairing. Daphne and one other is possible, but not confirmed.

And thanks for all the criticism, this is what I want to read and I promise to go back after ten chapters and do some heavy rewriting. Inbetween writing chapters I will wrote some more scenes between Fleur and Harry and their developing friendship/relationship during the summer. Please do similar reviews when you can.

Sorry for the how long this chapter took to get out, I've only just come back from my holiday in France and I should be back to my normal updating routine soon. I'll try and post two chapters a week, one on Monday and one on Friday.

Harry walked down the stairs and into the bar area of the Leaky Cauldron. There was only a few customers, most having rooms of their own here. He ignored them all as he walked towards the old barkeeper Tom who was busy cleaning up a few plates and cups.

"Morning, Tom." He greeted and Tom looked up with a smile.

"Morning, lad. You off for a run?" He asked.

"Aren't I always." Tom shrugged his shoulders. Harry returned a smile from one of Toms female employees who blushed brightly and quickened her pace. The barkeeper saw this and shook his head with a chuckle.

"You shouldn't be doing that with my employees, your girlfriend might get the wrong idea." Harry shot an annoyed glare at him in response.

"Me and Fleur aren't dating, old man. How many times do I have to say that?" He said exasperatedly.

Tom smirked slyly. "I never said Fleur was your girlfriend." Blushing slightly, Harry's glare narrowed even further.

"Yea, well, you've being implying it practically all summer." Tom chuckled even more.

"Come now, laddie. You can't deny an old man his fun. Besides, you have to be one of the luckiest wizards alive. You have a smart, beautiful witch who so happens to be a Veela wanting to date you, to be honest I don't know why you haven't asked her out yet." This time exasperation leaked into Toms voice.

"First Hedwig and now you. I admit Fleur is all those things and more, but you know my history with Voldemort." Tom flinched though it was nowhere near as bad as it used to be, having gotten used to Harry's constant use of the name. "She's already a target for being a quarter Veela and being the heiress of the Delacour family, but by being associated with me she would be an even bigger target."

"By that logic, I would be a target as well. Now me and you are by no means as close as you are with Fleur, but besides Fleur I'm the only one you have talked to all summer." Harry was unable to refute that point and stood around awkwardly as the facts were shoved into his face. "If my wife were still around, she would tell you to go and confess to the girl about how you feel. Beat it into you is more like, feisty thing she was."

Both shared a laugh. "It's the redheads Tom, always the redheads."

"Aye laddie, gotta love 'em though." Harry shook his head in amusement. "But seriously, lad. What's the muggle saying, grow a pair of balls, I think that's it. Fleur is a woman who can make her own decisions. Let her know how you feel and let her know about the risks of being with you if she says yes, then let her decide. It's her own life and if there's one thing I know, it's best to get as much enjoyment out of life with those you care about."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, it seemed that everyone who's opinion mattered to him, were telling him to let Fleur decide. He knew that Fleur could and should decide these things for herself, but he was terrified of what she would choose. He was scared she would say no, yet also scared she would say yes.

"I'll think about it." Harry replied and Tom shook his head in frustration.

"Don't think too long, she's not gonna wait forever." Harry nodded his head and stood up to leave. "Do you want the usual for when you get back or do you want something else?"

Harry smiled, thankful for the change of subject. "The usual, Tom. Don't know why you keep on asking, my answers always gonna be the same. Old age must be catching up on you, old man."

"Oi! You brat! I've still got a few years so don't go saying shit like that!" He shouted in outrage as Harry left with a laugh. Tom himself stood there his face slowly morphing into a smirk. "Cheeky brat." He turned around and saw a few of his female employees - the only gender of employees that willingly worked here at this time, thanks to a certain young man that had just left – staring at the door Harry left through dreamily. "Oi! You can ogle the brat in your own time!" Blushing furiously, the two quickly rushed around.

Tom watched them before shaking his head with silent laughter. Harry really had made his days far more interesting. It'd be sad to see him leave for Hogwarts next week.

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Fleur sighed tiredly as she glared up at the ceiling. She had failed her Masters exam again, that was the second time she tried it and it didn't get any easier. Once again she had been paired up against a Nundu and had been overwhelmed by its speed and ferocity. The moment it locked onto her scent, it never stopped coming.

Eventually she had resorted to using Transfiguration as to save her life and therefore, was disqualified.

'I can see why barely anyone passes these things.' She thought as she lay on her bed covered in only her black lace undergarments. 'Why can't I do this?' Though she didn't want to admit it, she already knew the answer to that.

Her mind hadn't been focused on the task at hand, but in fact on an entirely different task. A task that involved a certain emerald eyed wizard who plagued her thoughts and dreams. A wizard who seemed to draw her in, yet never all the way. She could see it, he was right there mere inches away from her, but he kept drawing away.

Fleur clenched her fists tightly as she moved to stand in front of her mirror. She was beautiful with pale skin that made her blue eyes and pale blonde hair glow. Her body was toned and very feminine with curves in all the right places and C-cup breasts. While she knew that Harry didn't simply look for a girl that was beautiful, he also looked for girls that were smart and she was that as well. So why didn't he see her advances? Or if he did, why didn't he respond to them the way she wanted?

He wasn't oblivious. The constant flirting they had proved that quite easily. Hell, he had nearly kissed her in his room and more than once she found him staring at her lips and at her body hungrily.

So once again, why wasn't he doing anything? He was attracted to her and there was a connection between them, but he wasn't doing anything about it. She gave him the perfect opportunity to do so in his room, practically throwing herself at him on numerous occasions. Yet he never did anything, which while frustrating was also admirable.

"No longer." She whispered. Fleur was no longer going to wait, she would find him and make herself very clear on how she felt and she would demand an answer about what had been going on with him.

She nodded her head and got changed, but just as she went towards the door she hesitated, her hands a hairs width away from the handle. Fleur pulled her hand back and stared at it, her mind filled with doubt. Releasing a breath, Fleur moved away from the door and laid back on her bed.

"Tomorrow." She assured herself. Tomorrow she would do it. Right now though, she needed to get rid of her doubts otherwise she would never be able to do this.

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Harry's head shot up when he heard screams from outside his door, his magical sensory range going haywire as spells were flung about. He didn't need to be smart to realise that the Leaky Cauldron was under attack and Harry responded instantly.

Grabbing his wand and controlling his breathing, he opened the door slightly and looked down one corridor to see five bodies sprawled out on the ground, their eyes wide and lifeless. Forcing them to the back of the mind, he opened the door further and looked round the other side just in time to see two Death Eaters entering a room followed by the sound of a man begging for his life.

Springing into action, Harry stealthily walked down the corridor and came to a stop at the door.

"Please, don't. I have a wife, please." The man must have seen Harry as his eyes widened and the two Death Eaters spun round to face the intruder only for an overpowered cutting curse to cut through both their necks.

They fell back clutching their necks in hopes of stemming the bleeding, but it was all for nothing as they died in seconds.

"Find as many people as you can on this floor and hide." Harry ordered the man who shakily nodded and then he was gone, moving down the corridor to the bar area. Harry didn't know if there was any other Death Eaters on the other floors, but it'd be better to secure the bottom floor first. Thankfully he didn't meet any other Death Eaters, yet he found numerous bodies of their victims. However, whenever he came across a witch, his mind almost jumped to the conclusion that it could be Fleur and it filled him with fear.

Coming to a stop at the top of the stairs, Harry looked down to see three unconscious Death Eaters with another three engaged in a duel with a young witch. She had a petite body with curves in all the right places, black hair and eyes with slightly tanned skin. Whoever the woman was, she was incredibly beautiful and Harry had to shake himself out of his temporary stupor.

From the top of the stairs, he took aim just as a Death Eater was about to cast a killing curse. "Bombarda!"

The spell struck the ground at the feet of Death Eater and flung him backwards. He screamed out in pain as he clutched a large spike of wood that was embedded into his side, but Harry didn't have an ounce of sympathy for him as he leaped over the side and rolled to a stop behind an overturned table. It was just in time as the stairs were destroyed as a result of two Bombarda's from the Death Eaters.

"It's Potter!" One of the Death Eaters called out.

"Shit!" Harry looked over to see the woman once again engaging the two Death Eaters and Harry used this distraction to rush over and shoulder barge the first directly into a stunning charm before hitting the second with a piercing hex to his heart.

There was silence as those still alive looked between Harry and the female in awe. "Nice one, Harry." The woman complimented as she came to a stop in front of him.

"Do I know you?" Harry asked with a raised brow.

The woman sheepishly chuckled as her hair became shorter and purple, her face taking on a more angular look. "Tonks? Holy shit!" He exclaimed as the woman laughed. "I forgot you were a Metamorphmagus."

"Yea." There was the sound of screams from outside that interrupted their reunion. "We'll talk later." Her voice became serious and Harry nodded his head. Both understanding that now was not the time to have a reunion, though Harry did wonder why Tonks changed her appearance.

Either the form she fought the Death Eaters was a simple disguise to confuse them, which was smart, or it was her actual appearance and the one she was like now was a simple disguise.

"Try not to trip over anything." Harry teased before rushing outside. He chuckled as he heard Tonks's outraged cry, "That was only once!" A lie, they both knew it. Tonks had gained quite the reputation as a clumsy individual that even to do this day was well-known by the students of Hogwarts.

He took a few moments to take into account the severity of the situation. About twenty Death Eaters and fifteen Auror's were engaged in duels all throughout the alleyway. A few shops were burning and/or completely destroyed. Above a few was the Dark Mark. While the Auror's were better trained, they were tiring far quicker as they were not only trying to defend civilians, but also fight off numerous Death Eaters at once.

He vaguely registered Tonks appearing at his side as he recognised one individual. As soon as he did he growled in anger, Fenrir Greyback was stood laughing as he tanked numerous spells before ripping out the throat of an Auror's with his claws and firing off a few curses. Each one was powerful if the fact it sent the Auror defending against the assault to skid backwards, despite the shield he managed to erect. He hadn't forgotten that this person had turned Remus into a werewolf and put him through so much pain.

"Fenrir's mine." Harry growled as Tonks looked between him and the Alpha Werewolf. Nothing would stop him from avenging those he cared about, Remus was one such person and Fenrir was automatically at the top of his shit list with Voldemort and Bellatrix.

"Harry." Her voice was filled with nervousness and caution. "I don't think that's a –"

Whatever she had said was lost to Harry as he was already firing numerous curses, hexes and jinxes at the Werewolf. Each aimed at valuable organs with the intent to kill or weaken him. The alpha in question turned around wildly to face the barrage of spells as a result of of his heightened instincts, his wand just barely managing to produce a shield to protect him against the barrage. Even then, Harry's anger fuelled his spells, his magic accepting his desire to cause harm to Fenrir and increasing their power and in a matter of seconds he had destroyed the weak shield.

Yet another took its place, though it's caster was not Fenrir.

Harry's glowing emerald eyes narrowed in on Dolohov who strutted towards the two. "Fenrir, do not let your guard down." The werewolf growled in annoyance as he glared hatefully at Harry. "Potter."

Harry didn't respond, he didn't need to as Tonks made her appearance and began firing her own spells chains at Dolohov with frightening power and accuracy. A sign that she understood that Harry would not budge on his decision to deal with Fenrir. Yet, Dolohov expertly parried, dodged and shielded each and every single one before responding in kind.

He and Fenrir watched the duel for a few seconds before focusing all their attention on each other.

"You're going to pay for what you did to Remus." Harry snarled and Fenrir anger morphed into one of smug amusement, which only further fuelled Harry's anger.

"What do you care about a werewolf like him, he's not even accepted by his own kind." Fenrir sneered and Harry released a roar as he fired off a complex spell chain that he had learned from the Peverell ring. High powered, cutting and piercing curses, followed by numerous wide-area destruction spells.

Yet Fenrir had one advantage, he had accepted his werewolf nature and with it came a new host of powers and abilities, increased speed and strength one of them. So it was no surprise when Fenrir managed to weave in and out of each spell with ease before rushing towards him.

Harry smirked as he leaned to one side, narrowly avoiding a clawed finger that nearly ripped out his throat. His wand hidden behind his body and so Fenrir never saw the quick movements.

From the ground numerous tendrils of earth spiralled up and wrapped around his legs and began slithering up the rest of his body. The alpha did a desperate wand movement that shattered the earth before jumping backwards repeatedly as to put some distance between the two of them. Something that suited Harry perfectly.

Fenrir was faster and stronger, therefore far more dangerous in close combat. While they were equal in terms of magical power, Harry had far more control and was far more skilled in using magic.

"Accio Rubble." He intoned and rubble from the surrounding area shot towards Harry. Some from nearby buildings that struck Fenrir on their way towards him, but also some from underneath the werewolf knocking him off balance. "Arresto Momentum."

Fenrir stumbled backwards before finally managed to right himself. His feet digging into the ground as he snarled in anger at the younger male. The Dark Lord wanted him alive, that was fine. He smirked nastily, Potter would be alive, just not human anymore. As an alpha and fully in control of his werewolf powers, he could pass on Lycanthorpy while in his human form.

Oh it filled him with joy, the thought of turning the Wizarding World's Golden Boy into a werewolf. It would be a big blow and no doubt the Dark Lord would thank him for his forward thinking.

His line of thought trailed off when he noticed the rubble become sharper and seemingly changing into silver stakes. Eyes widened in fright as they all shot towards him at great speeds. Any normal wizard may have been able to see them, but not react in time. But he was no normal wizard, he was a werewolf which made him better in every way.

So Fenrir allowed his instincts to take over, one hand grabbing the robe of a random Death Eater recruit and shoved him forwards ever so slightly directly into the line of the stakes. Most embedded themselves into the mans body, while few managed to miss him and go straight for the werewolf, though they were dodged quite easily.

"Looks like your not just a rabid dog after all." Harry snarked with a inquisitive look upon his face.

Fenrir growled angrily. "A rabid dog. I'll show you a rabid dog!" He roared before firing off numerous dark curses. Harry himself didn't stand still, his body weaving and his wand lashing out to parry the spells. Slowly a rhythm began to build up, Fenrir firing curse after curse, while Harry dodged. His mind quickly tracking the movements and the time between each of Fenrir's spells.

Once he had that down he launched his own counter strike. His own spell chains flying at the werewolf alpha with frightening speed and accuracy.

The two were as opposite as night and day. Fenrir was furious, never letting up in his assault. A belief that the best defence was an unstoppable offence. His natural magical resistance as a result of his werewolf heritage allowing him to brush off any spell that hit him. Harry on the other hand was like water, flowing in and out of each spell with the grace of a dancer. His spells while nowhere near as numerous, were far more accurate.

Then the two broke apart as Harry clutched his bleeding side after a rather nasty cutting curse clipped his stomach. He recognised the curse as one that opened a wound upon the targets body and then spread a poison that would slowly and torturously kill them.

For some reason however, the poison didn't have any affect on him, despite the steam rising from the wound. He felt a deep burning sensation followed by nothing. Whether the curse didn't take full affect because Fenrir had cast it incorrectly or it didn't cut him deeper enough he didn't know.

All he knew was that Fenrir was panting heavily from rage. His body was littered in shallow cuts and large bruises. One eye was closed as a result of swelling and his lip was busted.

"You don't look so good, there's a little somethings right here." Harry taunted as he pointed toward his left eye earning a growl from Fenrir. Though instead of rising to the bait like he expected, Fenrir fired off a couple of Bombarda's at Harrys feet temporarily blinding him and Harry quickly tried to clear the area, but not quick enough as Bone-Breaking Hex slammed into his back and his wand arm breaking a few ribs and his hand.

Rolling with this strike and temporarily ignoring the pain that shot through him, Harry summoned his wand to his uninjured hand with Wandless magic as he hide behind the damaged wall that once belonged to a shop. While it felt awkward holding it in his weaker hand, it mattered very little when all he could think about was dealing with Fenrir.

"Fall back!" Harry looked to the side and watched Dolohov blast Tonks across the room, his form littered with a few cuts, but nowhere near as bad as hers before he used an Emergency Portkey. The remaining Death Eaters doing the same.

"I may not be able to kill you, Potter!" Fenrir roared and Harry barely had any time to react as the wall he was hidden behind exploded outwards as the werewolf tackled him to the ground. "But I can sure as hell do this!" There was barely restrained glee in his voice before Harry felt him bite down on his neck.

Harry barely registered the scream of pain that tore from his voice as he pushed his magic outwards. It slammed it Fenrir's body launching him backwards as Harry began curling up into a ball as he felt pain unlike anything he had felt before course through his body. This was on a scale equal to that of Voldemort's, but in an entirely different way.

"Harry!" His blurred vision looked up to see Tonks crouched down before him, her face contorted into a painful grimace as worry shined in her eyes before he finally passed out.

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Tonks had known that maybe leaving Harry alone in Diagon Alley hadn't been the best idea. It would have certainly meant that he would have been safer and by extension her. The Death Eater raid of Diagon Alley had caught them all by surprise and only those Auror's already stationed at Diagon Alley where there to defend it.

They were honestly lucky that Voldemort didn't send a larger force, otherwise Diagon Alley would be nothing but rubble and there would be many more dead to account for.

Luckily, that had not been the case and the Auror's had done a masterful job at keeping the force at bay until reinforcements could be assembled and sent. She herself had sent a distress call to the Order before leaping and taking on the three Death Eaters that entered the Leaky Cauldron. Though she had not quite been capable of stopping the remaining two that managed to get upstairs to the higher levels.

By the fact that Harry came down and gave her that much needed distraction to truly go on the offensive, she assumed that they had been dealt with.

Hopefully.

Then they had gone into the main battle and Harry had once again proven how stubborn he could be when he didn't even give her chance to offer a compromise before attacking Fenrir. She would admit to take a few moments to admire the extremely dangerous and powerful spell-chain, something she doubted that even she could defend against properly before offering assistance.

By taking on Dolohov.

Yea, not her brightest of ideas, but Harry had made it very clear that Fenrir was his and to be honest, she didn't really want to get in his way. There was a certain look in his eyes, that she was not afraid to admit, terrified her.

Still Dolohov was her enemy at the time and it was the closest she had ever come to death. The man was a member of Voldemort's Inner Circle and was well-known for his duelling prowess throughout the world. Hell, in the previous war he had taken on her mentor, Alastor Moody one-on-one and actually managed to fight him to a draw.

So it was safe to say that it took everything she had not to just die. Every spell he had thrown had packed enough power to break any normal shield and he didn't limit himself to just the Unforgivables like most Death Eater grunts did. He had a wide range of Dark curses and even mixed in Transfiguration.

Yes, Tonks would admit that death had been a very real possibility when facing Dolohov for those short few minutes.

"Miss Tonks." She looked up from where she was currently crouched down besides Harry's unconscious body that was sat up against the wall. She had cleaned most of his body of any dirt, sweat and grime from the fight and had even came across the bite mark from Fenrir. It was red raw and she could see black pulsing veins spreading from the bite mark, yet at the same time she could see that it was confined to just a small area. Every time it spread beyond that bite mark the black veins disappeared almost instantly after a few seconds.

Not to mention she was worried about what the black wispy vapour that emerged from Harry's body before disappearing was.

On the bright side, Harry had managed to do something to Fenrir that caused him great pain. The fact that he had howled in pain as soon as he had been blasted away from Harry and was seen cradling his bloody mouth, smoke emerging from between his fingers before he disappeared with a Portkey was a great indicator.

"Headmaster." If it wasn't for the seriousness of the situation, she would smile at how even after all this time, she still referred to him as Headmaster of all things. "I-I'm sorry, Harry, I-." She could barely get the words out, how could she tell the most powerful wizard of this century that the Boy-Who-Lived had been bitten by a Werewolf Alpha that accepted his heritage instead of rejecting it like most did.

Dumbledore placed one hand on her shoulder before crouching down, slowly pulling down the collar of Harry's shirt to look at the bite mark.

"I see." That was all he said, before pulling away.

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Dumbledore looked on sadly as Madam Pomfrey treated Harry. Tonks had filled him in on what had happened and while he was disappointed in her for not telling him of the young wizards whereabouts, he could understand her reasoning. Didn't mean he had to like it.

Even so, it was upsetting to know that Harry would be forever changed by these events. A scar that would never leave him, much like the one on his forehead. Though from what Tonks had told him, it seems that the Dark Magic once inhabiting the scar was gone and he could confirm that as he could sense none of the vile magic that once infested it.

"How is he?" Remus asked as he came to a stop beside the elderly wizard. He hadn't left Grimmauld Place since Harry had been transported here. The mans anger had been at its boiling point when he found out what had happened and it took Moody and Kingsley to restrain the werewolf from going out on a manhunt for Fenrir. Even then it didn't seem like Remus could be contained and Dumbledore had even thought that he would have to step in to calm the enraged Werewolf.

"He will heal." Was all Dumbledore could say and Remus sighed tiredly.

"I should have done more, I gave him space because I didn't know how to help Harry with his grief when I was struggling with my own." Tears began pooling in his eyes as Remus clenched his fists tightly. "It's because of me that Harry is forever going to be cursed like me."

Dumbledore placed a comforting hand upon the werewolf's shoulder. "It is not your fault, nor is it anyone's. Things like these happen and sometimes, we can do nothing to stop them." Remus didn't say anything, simply standing there quietly. "And while he may be cursed, Harry will do what he always does, endure." With that Dumbledore strode out and made his way down towards Moody.

"The kid?" Despite not knowing Harry personally, Moody sure as hell respected him for saving his life.

"He will live." Moody nodded his head, Harry would live, but as a werewolf. "What do you make of his skills?"

"Reminds me of Charlus." Moody snorted, though he could hear the slightly tinge of fear and Dumbledore shared his sentiments. Charlus Potter had been one of the most feared wizards of his time and he was still growing more powerful as time went on. In him, Dumbledore had seen a rising wizard who could have very well matched if not even surpass him and Grindelwald if given the right amount of time and guidance. Alas, Grindelwald had seen it too and permanently crippled Charlus as a result.

"Indeed he does." Dumbledore felt pride and a sense of ease as he thought of Harry's skills. Even if Harry never forgave him for his crimes, he could rest easy knowing that someone with strong morales would end up taking his place.

There was silence between the two elderly wizards. "What of Auror Tonks?"

"I believe Harry's condition are all the punishment she needs for her actions. She understands the consequences of her actions and I doubt she will repeat them again." Nodding his head, Moody hobbled towards the fireplace.

"I shall have the Order on the lookout for anymore Death Eater activity." And with that that, Moody disappeared leaving Dumbledore alone to his thoughts. He had no doubt that today things had changed, the war was beginning again and Dumbledore knew that this one would be more costly than the last.

Already, Harry was sharing the curse of war, yet he imagined that unlike some, Harry would rise above such burdens and rise to new heights. It was unlike the young Potter to surrender simply because he got beaten down.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did please let me know what you thought. Quite a lot happened with Hogwarts starting in weeks time, Fleur finally going to confess, Harry fighting Death Eaters and POSSIBLY being turned into a Werewolf. Next chapter will be where Harry starts his preparations for his sixth year at Hogwarts and you'll notice some similarities to the Half-Blood Prince, but only a few. I'm gonna take the basic storyline and premise with my own twists and turns.

Also, for those of you who don't like the Partial Werewolf Harry plot, then tough look because it stays. But not just because I wanted to, I did but it also serves a purpose as I have numerous ideas based around this plot device.

If you enjoyed please leave a review with any questions, criticism or anything else and I'll read them all happily. Thanks a lot for reading.