The figure left the bustling street behind and entered WWW. Inside, well, it was chaotic; Every imaginable prank was waiting for every happy prankster. The large space was stuffed with colorful packages. A few people roamed around the isles -he could hear someone burst out into laughter at something he couldn't see from his angle.

He walked down an isle to the back of the store, his face hidden in the recesses of a hood. He approached Fred Weasley, was currently selling nefarious objects to a teenager.

"Hail, Great and Magnificent prankster."

Fred glanced at him and smiled in greeting, recognizing his voice. "Your not scared of me are you?" He handed the kid something as Harry pulled back his hood.

"Well, I've got to show proper respect for one of the dreaded Weasley twins -I heard what you did to-"

He cut himself off, noticing that the kid had frozen and was staring at him. Fred grabbed his arm, "Come on into the back, I've got something to show you."

"Sure."

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Ron wrote me that he was going to have this weekend off, finally, so we -and Hermione- are going to meet here. I think he just wants to get something to get revenge on some prick from the Academy -he'll tell you about it." His fears that he wouldn't see Ron for a long time had proven unfounded, though he hadn't seen him in a month.

They moved around a row of boxes and George came into sight. "Harry! Just the man to view our newest game. It has a limited market, but it was worth it to make, if only just a few."

Fred piped in, "A collector's addition, you could say."

"What?" He said, both interested and wary.

A few seconds later A box was shoved into his hands. He bit his lip. Large letters proclaimed it to be 'Exploding Snape.' "You didn't," he blurted, amusement bubbling in his voice.

"We did."

He opened it up and looked at the cards, which featured various pictures of Snape. One of them was of Snape in an outfit suited to an old granny. Over his laughter Fred said, "We dedicated that one to Neville."

"Oh god, I have to have one of these."

"No problem," George said with a large grin.

They heard Ron's loud voice shouting, "Fred, George, are you back there?" "Ouch! Well, they might know where Harry is."

Harry smiled anew and shouted back, "We're back here! You've got to see this."

He and the twins smirked as they heard Ron grumble, "Told you. Owe. You're *not* a nice woman. Ah, alright!"

Later they were eating dinner inside the Leaky cauldron, in a private room Harry had paid for. Ron just grunted when Hermione asked about his training. "Well, it's harder for others, I mean, they are not used to danger. They can't transition form 'fine and dandy' one moment to 'in danger and alert' the next."

Harry nodded in agreement, and Hermione speared him with a look. "You are being careful, aren't you?" referring to Malfoy.

Ron snorted. "Like he's more of a threat then Voldemort." Harry smiled a bit at the fact that his friends now said the name.

He also sensed a growing conflict, if Hermione's scowl was any judge. Harry asked, "what about you Hermione, your work?"

Before she had a chance to say anything, Ron put in "Research, research and more research."

"Actually, I have something I wanted to tell you two. Mind you, don't tell anyone else-"

They heard a knock at the door, and all glanced at each other. Harry, ready to grab his wand, answered. "Come in."

They relaxed when Tom came in. "Mr. Potter, there was an urgent call for you. It was Mr. Fletcher."

Harry moved to the fire and tossed some powder in as Tom left. "Gus?"

A head popped into the fire. "Harry, there was a surprise attack in Wales, at Fiedend. We could use you."

"Do you need us?" asked Ron.

"No, but thanks for the offer -I just needed a few with a good Patronus."

Harry nodded and the head disappeared. "Gotta go."

"It's alright Harry, good luck." Hermione said.

Ron added, "See ya mate," although he was probably miffed that he hadn't been called as well.

Harry threw a different kind of powder into the fire and stepped into the flames, first checking in with Gus. It would have been a bad idea to apparate from the Leaky Cauldron, as you never knew if Death Eaters were waiting for you to step out of the pub. After being directed by Gus, he apparated onto the scene. Death Eaters and Vampires attacked muggle and wizards alike. There were enough dementors to keep him buzy, though not many.

The Order had most of them cornered into a section of the town; He ran over to a group holding their own between two buildings to help. He immediately shot of a Patronus, followed by a curse.

In the chaos of flying curses he saw a vampire biting into man. He killed it, and the man slumped to the floor. He'd already lost too much blood. "We need to get these people out of here!" He organized a few others and started sending people into a large building, presumably the town hall.

He didn't know how long it took, but eventually he got most of the people inside. He muttered a locking charm at the main door and took off in a running crouch. He spotted a group of Death Eaters tormenting muggles in the middle of a street. "Well what do we have here? A mudblood." The man had grabbed the woman by the arm.

Harry heard a distant song and had to keep himself from being distracted. He began shooting off curses, noting which Death Eaters were using those damned shields. Most shields would only last seconds, and the Order had still not figured out how they were maintaining these.

He ran from behind the pile of debris as someone blew it up and began tossing knives. When all the Death Eaters were disabled he moved to the group of victims. "All of you, take this, it's a portkey."

Before the woman disappeared, her eyes alighted on his scar.