Amidst the kaleidoscope of red, gold, brown (mostly) and green, Harry spotted a dim shadow, of a figure in black. An invisible Death Eater. Not only did they really need new uniforms, but Harry could see the invisible. The man was moving slowly, waving his wand around, using detection charms.

The wall around Hogsmead wall tall, and was manned with Aurors. They would watch through angled niches, for Death Eaters and refugees. No longer could you just apparate in.

In addition, there were traps set all around the -city, you could call it now. Voldemort would send Death Eaters in every once in a while, just to keep them on guard. They weren't always caught by a trap -the circumference of Hogsmead made the traps partially ineffective, as there was a good chance a Death Eater could pass through without encountering one. When they did, they tried to pick off the Aurors manning the wall.

So Harry, in his invisibility cloak, was hunting for them. He hadn't shared the fact that he could see through invisibility charms, potions, and cloaks with anyone. He's only realized it himself after a chance look into a mirror while wearing his cloak.

The Death Eater didn't see him coming. "Expelliarmus." The man flew a good twenty feet. When Harry reached him he was struggling to stand up. Harry resisted the urge to punch him, "Stupefy."

As Harry took out a small chunk of chocolate, the snake that had been keeping him company the past several days slithered up to him, hissing.

"This is an evil man that you were talking about before?"

"Yep." Harry hissed back.

"You will be going now?"

"Yes, to turn him in."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to make sure that he is tried for -that he is punished."

"May I come?"

Harry smiled, "You want me to let you, a dangerous and poison snake, stay in close contact with me for days on end?"

"I'll try not to bite you. No promises." Harry wasn't sure he was joking, because he wasn't even sure snakes had a sense of humor.

He put his hand on the ground and Viridian slithered on, going up his arm and into his shirt. Harry shivered as he bound the Death Eater and levitated him, although he found the Viridian warmed up quickly. It was really cold, although the warming charm was helping.

Hopefully, this Death Eater might know where a kidnapped witch or wizard was, the location of a training center, identities of fellow Death Eaters, or any other bit of information that might be useful.

After Harry had turned him over to another Order member, who was in charge of prisoners, he went back to the large, sprawling house his now lived in with about twenty others. He had learned how to cook with magic, thanks to Remus, and before long him was devouring lunch. He spotted a Chronicle next to him and scanned over it. He and Hermione had come up with the idea of the Phoenix Chronicle's. The newspapers were full of hysteria and half truths. Editors feared Voldemort; Hell, some of the reporters were probably on Voldemort's side.

So the Phoenix Chronicles distributed reliable information on the war. Such as where Voldemort attacked, who was missing, who was confirmed as dead. Some inspirational stories.

Halfway through Sirius showed up. "Harry, how'd you morning go?"

"I caught one this morning -it wasn't very hard. He was young too. Voldemort been sending the new recruits and the unuseful."

"Figures. Although, you don't have much a right to call anyone young."

Harry rolled his eyes.

Sirius smirked and said, "Dumbledore wants to see us in a couple days."

"About what?"

"He's going to have a meeting to address what Voldemort's activities in other country's. Arthur can't make it though, he's sending an assistant." Ad Sirius bit into a sandwich, Harry wondered what Dumbledore would want him there for. "How's Ron?"

"They are trying to teach them the killing curse, and it's getting a bit ugly. Some or the trainees are having major problems with it and the teachers are getting harsh. Some of them just can't do it."

"I remember when I was in Auror training."

"You ever going to agree to go back?"

Sirius' eyes dulled a bit, "Maybe." Harry could tell he was remembering Azkaban; Sirius would carry that experience forever. Harry was distracted from observing Sirius by a noise. It was the signal that an owl was coming; They had had to set of wards to check them after Voldemort had repeatedly tried curse/poison/traumatize Harry with letters. He probably knew that Harry wasn't dumb enough not to check it before opening it, but he'd tried it anyway. Such a nice man.

He opened the window and looked at the letter. The black seal, which they only sent with notices of death. He read the letter, for it had been addressed to him. After several minutes Sirius asked, "what is it?"

In a dead voice, "Charlie. Voldemort attacked Romania, and killed most of the people working with the dragons. Must have plans for them." Harry just kept standing there. Why'd it have to happen to the Weasley's? They had already lost a cousin when his patrol was attacked.

Harry always knew it could happen but it was a shock all the same. How must Molly and Arthur be feeling, Ron? He ground his teeth together. Damn Voldemort. Cursing the old bastard didn't make Harry feel any better.

Sirius grabbed the letter from him and read it; Then crumpled it and slammed his fist into the wall.

Later that night, Harry stepped into a fireplace full of green flames, and arrived at the Burrow.

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Older flashback in the next chapter :)