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Harry sat on the Hogwarts Express, fiddling with his Prefects badge.  Opposite him sat Hermoine buried deep in a book, and Ron, who was reading the Daily Prophet.  On their chests shone their Prefects badges.

Harry had been rescued by Hermione, on his birthday, from the Dursleys, and taken to the Burrow.  But that was ages ago, and they were now headed for Hogwarts again.

Normally they would be chatting, but Voldemort had been attacking people.  He hadn't killed anyone, yet.  But with some people were in comas, with their lives feared for, it was only a matter of time.

Harry was remembering his dream, all he could now remember was a pair of bright green eyes, so mature, so hard, so fierce, and so unlike his own.  He hadn't told anyone.

"Hey!  Harry, Hermione, take a look at this."  Ron said, brandishing his copy of the Daily Prophet.

            "What?" Harry said, stirring out of his daydream.

            "What's the fuss?"  Hermione asked.

            "Tempus has struck again." Tempus had become a hero in their eyes, no one knew who he was, but he turned up where ever Voldemort had attack, and helped heal and defend people.  Occasionally he would turn up at a press conference, and tell the world that Voldemort had returned.

            "Where?"

            "Did they get a picture?"

            "What'd he say?"

            "Take a look." Ron threw the newspaper to Harry, as Hermione rummaged through her stuff to find hers.

                        'Tempus Strikes Again!

            'The bandit, known as Tempus, appeared again yesterday.  During a press conference with Cornelius Fudge.  He apparated, despite apperation being impossible.  Several curses and hexes were fired at him.  However due to his infamous speed, he managed to block all of them, wordlessly, and with little movement of his drawn wand.

'Then he replaced his wand in its holster, and drew his sword.  Holding it about his head, he cried

            ' "Voldemort has risen!  Unite and prepare yourselves.  For you can do much to stop him.  Befriend the giants, or they will kill you.  You have set His allies to guard our convicts, His friends.  Realize the danger, now!  Before it is too late!" Whereupon his sword shone with intense brightness, and Tempus vanished.

'The Ministry of Magic had denied the claims, made by the black, silk clad outlaw.  However his true name is still unknown.'

            "I wonder who he is." Ron said.

            "I wonder how he knows." Harry pondered

            "I wonder how he apparatus." Hemoine announced.

            "It's a mystery." Ron said.

            "Talking of mysteries, I wonder where Malfoy is.  He's usually turned up by now, and insulted us." Harry said.

            "Yeah, and I learnt a few curses especially." Ron said disappointed

            "Maybe he's found someone else to bully.  Now that he's a prefect."

            "He's probably picking on a first year." Ron said.  Harry jumped to his feet.

            "Well, let's find out, and stop him."

            "Alright." Ron said.

            "O.K." Hermoine said, and they left the train compartment.

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