A/N: Sorry it took so long. Writer's block… you know how it is, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.

Chapter 3

          With the moon shining brightly there were all too many places for her to hide in the shadows. It was too easy. Obviously humans here don't believe in Guard Patrol, she thought, showing a gentle smile as she passed a bedchamber where the present residents were snoring and grunting as they dreamt.

          Tip-toeing past the metallic elevator, she steadily made her way out into the front foyer. It had dull cream walls while the carpet was neon green causing the room to clash horribly. Not that it mattered for the carpet was soft on the feet and matched everything else in the room like the painting of a young woman searching for something in the horizon.

          As she reached the glass doors, an alarm sounded, claiming it had found a runaway. Fine, I'll just have to do it the hard way!

          Shattered glass sprayed everywhere including splattered blood. Heart beating fast, she leapt into the air never again to see the faces of the men and woman who worked inside the dirty white building. The ringing of the alarm could be heard off in the distance as she flew into the night sky.

          That night, Harry awoke with a start. His scar hurt again, but not like a knife gutting it, only as if it had gone numb. It was an awkward sensation. None he had ever felt before.

          There was a scratching noise coming from outside. Harry gathered his glasses and set them atop his nose finally realizing that Hedwig had come for a late night visit. As he stumbled out of bed careful not to wake the Dursleys, he noticed another figure to Hedwigs' left. It must be a friend she had found on her journey. Carefully, he unlatched the window and folded back the panels. The birds entered the room as one returned to her cage and the other rested on the nearby bed.

          The visitor seemed quite exhausted from a long flight but remained alert at the presence of the other unknown character that stood inside the room. Since the bird was as black as ebony, it was difficult for Harry to distinguish what kind of bird rested atop his bed. A light lit up suddenly causing Harry to jump in fright. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden change, he found that not only was the bird unique, but also an animagus.

          Messy, short, brown hair stood on end that didn't seem to look all that bad sat on top the person sitting on Harry's bed. A white dress was underneath a light green cloak that had a single silver button to clasp together and a long elegant tail that wrapped around the thin but built body. No shoes could be seen but they did have a pair of gray gloves upon their hands.

          "Hello," they whispered. Then, waited for a response of some sort, a greeting hopefully.

          "Hello?" Harry looked confused and lost. He shifted his weight uncomfortably.

          They pulled out a piece of paper that was crumbled up inside their pocket and held it out for him to see. "Your owl tells me that you know a person by the name of Albus Dumbledore." He nodded his head in response. "I'm suppose to meet him at The Leaky Cauldron and I wondered if you could give me directions seeing as owls just go by their scents and no directions it wouldn't be very wise for me to take them for Hedwig, as you call her."

          Harry thought for a moment about how to go about giving directions to someone who, by the looks of it, is not from around here and probably has never been to London in the first place. "Well, I could give you directions, but it'll be hard for you to get there without help if you're going to see Dumbledore. Or," he paused for effect. "I could take you there myself if you wouldn't mind riding along with me, my friend, and his family. Actually, it will probably Floo Powder because they always use it and even though it's not the safest way it's still..." He kept mumbling on but was soon interrupted by his guest.

          "Ahem. If it's alright with your friend and his family, and you, I would gladly accept your invitation."

          "Great! But first, you'll have to give me your name."

          Great green puppy dog eyes looked into hers as she sighed. "My name is Kyranosa Eos Ignacia Chione. But, you may call me Kyra."

          "I'm Harry Potter. Pleasure to meet you, Kyra." A smile crept upon her face for the first time in days as they held hands.

          "Well met, Harry."