Rain continued to pour down upon Harry as he trudged through the soaked roads towards London, being joined by more and more people as they headed in the same direction. People from all walks of life were huddling together like penguins in the cold, giving comfort or helping carry those that couldn't move. Harry did his best to help those that needed something, handing out food bars as he moved. As the throng got larger and more packed, he stopped giving out free food as he felt his leg throb in agony. Several former doctors and nurses from one of the hospitals they had passed pulled him to the side and got his makeshift bandage removed and rewrapped it. Harry would have done something for them but they waved him off, only saying that they were trying to help those that needed it.

Soon the throng of people neared London, now nearing a couple hundred thousand strong. Harry grimaced as his leg continued to tell him of its pain as he looked around, seeing that London was quiet. Quiet as in there were no traffic horns or any bicyclers anywhere, just people going into London. That realization gave way to the young wizard spotting the military were signalling the people to continue down the street, as personnel moved into the crowds to help those that really needed attention. He was spotted quite quickly and led to a cot where a nurse got the bandage removed and looked over his wound.

"Bullet wound," She muttered before looking at him, "Did you see the gun that it was fired from?"

Harry grimaced before he bit out irritably, "No, I didn't see the gun."

She smirked, "Good, because I think the only reason you got so lucky was because it was an old gun model. Anyway, I'm going to disinfect the wound before rewrapping it. After that, it's up to you really."

Harry nodded and collapsed onto the cot as the nurse worked, as other people were brought in then left. He was sure his wound wouldn't take that long but it took several hours for her to find some spare, clean wrappings. Once the wound was dressed, she then led him to a separate part of the military encampment where he noticed robed figures in red and browns were.

"Her Majesty's armed forces are short handed," The nurse explained to Harry, as he suspected she had someone in the magical world to know this, "Also, the Magical world as you know it was ripped apart days ago. It's gone, all that was left of your Ministry was a massive hole in the ground. The military sectioned that area off from the public, your police forces are barely able to keep the snobby ones in line."

Harry snorted, "Purebloods don't care."

The nurse nodded, "I noticed that firsthand, I slapped a blonde ponce for insulting me as well. Of course, his father was atomized in the wake of the first cylinder's landing. His mother was more reserved but she followed orders better. Anyway, here, I'm supposed to drop you off here to be taken somewhere else."

Harry frowned, "On whose orders?"

She shook her head, "Some old fart named Dumbledore I think, but he's been trying to wave his wand around like he's in charge of this entire operation. Bloody pillock nearly caused one of the tanks to crash into one of the medical tents too, insane that fool is."

Harry shook his head, "I'm not going to follow him anywhere, so no."

She grinned and nodded, "Good, then we'll take you back to the main group and put you on the right path out of England."

Six hours later, Harry walked into the now empty Leaky Cauldron. He had been doing his best to avoid all magical contact ever since he learned that Dumbledore was looking for him, the old fool thought he could order him around after what happened at Privet Drive? After seeing his cousin's death, Harry had thought long and hard about his relationship with the magical world. After the events of the TriWizard (That's a laugh) Tournament, Harry Potter was finished with the headmaster for good. But this had gone from bad to worse, with these machines coming out of the ground.

The Martians had clearly known about the magical world and struck the magical world decisively and violently, destroying the Ministry. Harry shook his head as he closed his eyes to rest before he was awoken to the sound of a siren blaring across the city. It was followed by another, then another, all of them blaring loudly and clearly. The air raid siren was then drowned out by a louder and far more menacing, thunderous horn. Harry was on his feet, forcing open the door as he looked outside. He saw the first tripod that attacked Little Whinging, but it didn't look right.

The tripod now had five lights on its 'face', the head was gently exuding a luminescence that was more aquatic in nature then terrestrial. Its legs were slightly thicker, as it was followed by its escorts. Those looked the same as far as Harry was concerned, as he was moving as fast as he could to get away from the approaching machines of war. Another horn was heard, then another, more of these machines appeared. Harry looked over to his right and saw a new machine standing next to one of the smaller escort tripods. It was built differently then the escort, using purple, red and white as its color palette. It had a dozen tentacles swirling in the air as it walked forward on three thin legs. These legs were tipped in huge, slightly curved spikes that dug into the ground.

The new machines also carried two devices on their bodies, one that was connected to the base of the 'neck' and the main body. The other was attached under the main body, allowing the tripod to actually aim at ground targets without having to bend the machine over. The main one looked to be on some sort of arm like device as well, but Harry couldn't study it in detail as he was sent flying from the street exploding behind him. He was airborne before collapsing onto the sidewalk, covered in scratches as he tried to command his body to move. It refused to obey him until he finally regained control of it, the sounds of screaming, battle and death filling his ears.

He got to his feet, as he shakily ran away into a nearby street alley before finding himself in the main throng of people once more. He was dragged along with them, the crowd driving headlong away from the assault that was behind them. Somewhere along the line, Harry was violently pushed out of the panicking crowd. He slammed into a door, groaning as he saw stars. The door swung open, causing him to collapse inside the interior before he felt arms on his own. He was bodily dragged inside before the door slammed shut, but that didn't save whoever saved him from the flash of blue that carved its way into the building and disintegrated his savior into dust.

Harry simply passed out from there, his body having had enough. He couldn't move, nor did he want to move as the sounds of that dreaded call echoed in his head as they faded out into the nothingness of restless, haunted sleep.