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Harry laid his head on his pillow and closed his eye's. The only thing going through his mind was the thought of Hermione wearing the same dress that she had during the Yule Ball. Drifting off to sleep, Harry didn't even notice his hand move up and clutch the golden snitch dangling around his neck.
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Harry Potter and the Year of Change
Chapter 3 The late night visitor
Harry lay there hoping beyond hope that last night had not been a dream. He dared not open his eyes, for the fear of everything that had happened would disappear. Gathering up his courage he opened his eyes to the world and stared into the piercing gaze of Fairex'. ~ So last night wasn't a dream. ~ Harry thought. Before his feathery friend could answer him a high-pitched yell infiltrated his ears. How well Harry knew whom that yelled belonged to his Aunt Petunia. Harry knew what she was yelling at him for, she was yelling for him to come down and fix the Dursley's their breakfast. Slowly Harry crawled out of bed and got dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. Harry went out into the hallway and listened for his Aunt's voice, it seem that she was still down in the kitchen. Walking down into the kitchen Harry saw that his Aunt and he we're the only one's there. Aunt Petunia must have noticed that he was that he was looking around for Uncle Vernon and Dudley. " Your Uncle and Duddykins went into London today," his Aunt said with out looking at him. " Seeing as I don't want to put up with your abnormality today you're going over to Miss. Figg's house and do some yard work for her." " Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said hoping that no emotion showed through in his voice. With that Aunt Petunia handed him a piece of toast and told him to get going. " You don't give Mrs. Figg any trouble today!" Aunt Petunia yelled just before Harry walked out the front door. Harry walked the short distance to Miss. Figg's house. Harry wondered if it still smelled like old cabbage and if she still had all those cats around her house.
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He stood there in the shadows watching the young boy walk down the street. He had been searching for this boy for a long time now. He had finally found him near the edge of the forbidden forest just over two months ago. He knew that to save his people this young wizard would have to be turned. He would have to be turned and trained so that our people will survive this war. He would have tried to turn him several weeks ago but something told him that he should wait. So instead he just followed him to this place. He had seen the horrible way that this young boy had been treated by the beings that he himself thought of as food. He had stood by and watched as the boy was worked to the bone day in and day out and given very little in the way of food. Yet this boy amazed even himself, he would just take whatever was done to him and trudge onward through it all. Yet he could tell that the boy before him was suffering from the lack of decent rest and supplement. He peered through the raven- haired boys cloths, he could the boys' bones starting to show through. Even he could tell that this boy was under weight for one of his age. Yet even as thin as the boy was, he could still sense the power that emanated from the boy even from this distance. Though he could sense the boys' power, something was different about it, something that gave the boy a sense of authority. He could tell that the boy didn't know of his power yet and that why he would have to turn him soon other wise the boy could easily overpower him and than his people would be doomed to suffer great loss if the war turned for the dark. He would strike tonight, even if it meant his demise. So with his plan about to take affect he stood there in the shadows staring into those immeasurable emerald green eyes.
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Harry walked up to the front door of Miss. Figg's house and rang the doorbell. After about a minute of waiting for her to answer he decided to walk around to the back to see if she was standing outside in her back yard. Walking around the corner, what Harry saw floored him. Mrs. Figg was standing in the middle of her yard holding a wand with two rather large size rocks hovering in midair. Letting out a rather loud gasp Harry just stood there taking in the sight of what was before him.
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Mrs. Figg had been in her back yard setting things up for Harry, who should be arriving in about a few minute's or so. ~ I wonder if he'll try to use magic to help him with today work? ~ She asked to herself? She had been moving some rather large rocks out of the way so that Harry would have an easier time mowing the back yard when she heard a loud noise behind her that startled her. Thinking that maybe someone was trying to seek up on her. The rocks that were hovering in the air dropped as Mrs. Figg quickly started to turn around and bringing her wand up to shoulder level, the words of the full body bind curse already forming on her lips. As she completed her turn the binding curse shot out from her wand tip start at the figure, which was now facing her. " Oh my god. HARRY!" Miss. Figg shouted as she realized who was now in front of her. She knew there was nothing that she could do the curse was already halfway to its intended target.
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Harry was still standing there, rooted to the spot when he saw Mrs. Figg turned around abruptly and fire a curse from her wand. Before he could even think of what to do, his body reacted to the situation that was going on in front of him. With out even making a sound he felt his body being pulled apart. The thing is Harry didn't feel as if he was in any pain though, just the sensation of every fiber in his body was being pulled apart and then suddenly he found himself starring at Mrs. Figg again. Except this time he was starring at her, not face to face, as he had been just a seconded ago but this time he was starring at her from behind her. As he was standing there Mrs. Figg must have noticed that he was now behind her and turned around to face him. Before Harry could say anything to her, his vision started to fade. Harry started to feel himself become wobbly on his feet and before his body fell to the ground he blacked out.
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Spinning around on her heels, Mrs. Figg found herself starring at Harry again only this time not with the same in trepidation that she had first had but a feeling of bewilderment. She lowered her wand that was still at the ready. It looked like he wanted to say something but before he could he fell to the ground. Rushing over to his side, she gently placed Harry's head into her lap to see what was wrong with him. Seeing that he had passed out, she gathered him up in her arms and carried him inside. Deciding that the best place to put him would be the spare bedroom for now until she could call Albus. Placing Harry on the bed she coved him with the comforter that was lying on the end of it and left to call Albus and inform him of what had just transpired.
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The figure that had been watching the raven-haired boy walk down the street had moved to another shadowy area so that he could see the young boy as he walked around the back yard. He was still standing there thinking about how he would turn the boy tonight when he saw the young boy just disappear with out a sound. He knew that the boy couldn't just walk out of his sight when he heard a woman yell something. Deciding that he would chance a look to see what had happened, he slowly walked to a point where he could the back yard completely and yet still be somewhat hidden. But as he looked he saw an older woman carrying the young boy he had been following inside the house. He knew what had just happened. The young boy had walked around the corner of the ladies house and saw her performing magic of some kind and just as he was about to be hit with a curse of some kind he disapparated and reapparated behind the older lady. Where he must've passed out or something. He knew that he would have to be extra careful now, as the boy would be able to disappear on him if he wasn't careful. He would have to sneak up on the boy some how from behind.
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Arabella walked downstairs and into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of tea before she called Albus. She knew that he wouldn't be mad at her but the tea was more for her nerves than any thing else. Conjuring up a teacup and filling with hot water, she walked to the counter and grabbed a teabag. Dunking the teabag into the cup she walked into the living room. Setting the cup down on the coffee table, she proceeded to grab some powder from a tin setting on the mantle and threw it into the fire.
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Harry laid there for a few minutes as he tried to remember what had happened to him. Opening his eyes he was able to look out a window and he could see that the sky was starting to turn darker. He must have been asleep for the better part of the day; cause the last thing that he remembered was seeing Mrs. Figg turn to face him. Sitting up Harry noticed that he wasn't in his room at the Dursley's, so that must mean that he was still at Miss. Figg's house. She must have brought him up here when he had blacked out. Getting out of bed, he nearly fell to the floor before regaining his balance. Deciding to go down stairs and talk to Mrs. Figg to find out what had happened earlier, he walked to the door opened it. Stepping out into the hallway Harry could hear voices coming up the stairway. Creeping down the stairs to see if he could find out whom the voices were coming from. Peering into the living room he saw that not only was his godfather there but also Professor Dumbledore as well. Harry wasn't able to take another step as Sirius spotted him and leapt to his feet and caught him up in a bone-crushing hug. " Sirius.. Can't.. breath!" Harry gasped. Sirius stepped back to give some room. Stepping around Sirius, " How are you Harry?" Dumbledore asked? " I'm ok!" he said hoping that everyone in the room couldn't tell that he was still confused about what happened earlier today. Harry moved over to the love seat and sat down. Joining him on the love seat, Sirius put his arm protectively around Harry. Mrs. Figg sat in the sofa across from him with Professor Dumbledore sitting in the armchair.
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He knew that he would have to feed soon, if not then he would be very weak after he turned the young boy. He didn't want to waste the chance that the boy would walk back to his house by himself alone, just to feed but the boy had been in the old ladies house all day. Deciding that he would take the chance, he went off in search of food although he wouldn't travel that far away just to make sure.
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Harry was sitting there just starring at the coffee table when he heard Professor Dumbledore start to speak. " I suppose that you know why I'm here correct Harry." Dumbledore said without taking his eyes off of Harry. " It's because I'm the Heir of Godric Gryffindor isn't!" Harry tentatively said. Harry stole a glance at both Mrs. Figg and his godfather Sirius. Miss. Figg's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her face and his godfather just had this expression of awe and confusion. Yet Professor Dumbledore just sat there with the exception of his twinkling eyes, nobody would have been able to tell if he was shocked by the news or not. " May I ask how you know this for sure Harry?" " Godric Gryffindor told me himself. He even told me that I know have all his knowledge and power plus a few other things that he said goes along with being his heir." Harry told them. " While not one to argue with Godric Gryffindor himself, I would have thought it better to tell you about this until you were older and more able to handle this sort of news myself." Before anybody could say another word Harry was on his feet glaring at Dumbledore. " You knew and you didn't tell me!" Harry's calmness towards the statement that his mentor had just made was eerie. " I know that you must be upset Har-" " Upset. no I'm not upset, I'm disappointed is what I am Professor. I trusted you and that is how you repay that trust?" Harry didn't even bother waiting for Dumbledore to say anything. " I'm going back to the Dursley's !" Harry said flatly over his shoulder as he was walking out the front door of Miss. Figg's house. Sirius jumped to his feet to go after his godson, but he didn't get two feet when he felt a rather firm hand on his arm. Looking down to see what was holding him up he saw that Dumbledore was the one holding him from going after Harry. " Let him be. He needs to come to terms that why I had decided to wait, was in his best interest." Dumbledore said to them both in a tone that broke no argument. " But he needs me." Sirius told him. " Yes he does, but for now let him Sirius." Sirius once again turned to look at the door with worry in his eyes, yet he knew in his heart that Albus was right. Harry would have to learn that what they did was in his best interest. Sighing he turned back to the spot on the couch that he had just gotten up from and sat down, hoping that Harry wasn't to upset at them.
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Walking back to the Dursley's, Harry let his mind race with all that had happened today. He knew that they were only looking out for him and trying their best to do what was right for him. But he couldn't help but feel that he had no control over his life at times and that no matter what they always would. ~ Why can't I just be normal for once?~ he thought. He stopped to look back at Mrs Figg's house, he wondered if he should go back and apologize to the Professor and the other's. Harry hadn't really meant what he had said to them but with everybody seeming to know more about him then he did, he couldn't help but feel that way at times. Harry decided that he would just get some sleep tonight and apologize to them tomorrow. He would be more clear headed in the morning anyways. He was just about to start walking again when he thought that he heard something off to his right. The sound seemed to be coming from in-between two houses. Not seeing what was making the noise, he started to walking again. He had walked maybe five feet when he felt something grab him from behind and hold him in a tight embrace. Struggling to free himself, Harry felt his head being tilted. Before he could do anything else, he felt something bite down into his neck. Opening his mouth to scream, yet no sound came forth. The only feeling that he had was that of his life being drained from his body. His whole body began to go numb, his legs started to buckle underneath him and his mind began to spin from the lack of life giving blood. Just when he thought that he was one the brink of death did the creature release him from it's embrace. With his legs unable to hold him up Harry dropped to the ground in a rush. He felt something being pushed against his lips. With what little strength he had left, he looked up into the face of death. Again he felt something being pressed to his lips, this time he heard a voice telling him to drink or he would die. Not waiting for the voice to say anything else he drank. As soon as he drank the liquid he felt everything changing.
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Harry laid his head on his pillow and closed his eye's. The only thing going through his mind was the thought of Hermione wearing the same dress that she had during the Yule Ball. Drifting off to sleep, Harry didn't even notice his hand move up and clutch the golden snitch dangling around his neck.
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Harry Potter and the Year of Change
Chapter 3 The late night visitor
Harry lay there hoping beyond hope that last night had not been a dream. He dared not open his eyes, for the fear of everything that had happened would disappear. Gathering up his courage he opened his eyes to the world and stared into the piercing gaze of Fairex'. ~ So last night wasn't a dream. ~ Harry thought. Before his feathery friend could answer him a high-pitched yell infiltrated his ears. How well Harry knew whom that yelled belonged to his Aunt Petunia. Harry knew what she was yelling at him for, she was yelling for him to come down and fix the Dursley's their breakfast. Slowly Harry crawled out of bed and got dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. Harry went out into the hallway and listened for his Aunt's voice, it seem that she was still down in the kitchen. Walking down into the kitchen Harry saw that his Aunt and he we're the only one's there. Aunt Petunia must have noticed that he was that he was looking around for Uncle Vernon and Dudley. " Your Uncle and Duddykins went into London today," his Aunt said with out looking at him. " Seeing as I don't want to put up with your abnormality today you're going over to Miss. Figg's house and do some yard work for her." " Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said hoping that no emotion showed through in his voice. With that Aunt Petunia handed him a piece of toast and told him to get going. " You don't give Mrs. Figg any trouble today!" Aunt Petunia yelled just before Harry walked out the front door. Harry walked the short distance to Miss. Figg's house. Harry wondered if it still smelled like old cabbage and if she still had all those cats around her house.
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He stood there in the shadows watching the young boy walk down the street. He had been searching for this boy for a long time now. He had finally found him near the edge of the forbidden forest just over two months ago. He knew that to save his people this young wizard would have to be turned. He would have to be turned and trained so that our people will survive this war. He would have tried to turn him several weeks ago but something told him that he should wait. So instead he just followed him to this place. He had seen the horrible way that this young boy had been treated by the beings that he himself thought of as food. He had stood by and watched as the boy was worked to the bone day in and day out and given very little in the way of food. Yet this boy amazed even himself, he would just take whatever was done to him and trudge onward through it all. Yet he could tell that the boy before him was suffering from the lack of decent rest and supplement. He peered through the raven- haired boys cloths, he could the boys' bones starting to show through. Even he could tell that this boy was under weight for one of his age. Yet even as thin as the boy was, he could still sense the power that emanated from the boy even from this distance. Though he could sense the boys' power, something was different about it, something that gave the boy a sense of authority. He could tell that the boy didn't know of his power yet and that why he would have to turn him soon other wise the boy could easily overpower him and than his people would be doomed to suffer great loss if the war turned for the dark. He would strike tonight, even if it meant his demise. So with his plan about to take affect he stood there in the shadows staring into those immeasurable emerald green eyes.
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Harry walked up to the front door of Miss. Figg's house and rang the doorbell. After about a minute of waiting for her to answer he decided to walk around to the back to see if she was standing outside in her back yard. Walking around the corner, what Harry saw floored him. Mrs. Figg was standing in the middle of her yard holding a wand with two rather large size rocks hovering in midair. Letting out a rather loud gasp Harry just stood there taking in the sight of what was before him.
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Mrs. Figg had been in her back yard setting things up for Harry, who should be arriving in about a few minute's or so. ~ I wonder if he'll try to use magic to help him with today work? ~ She asked to herself? She had been moving some rather large rocks out of the way so that Harry would have an easier time mowing the back yard when she heard a loud noise behind her that startled her. Thinking that maybe someone was trying to seek up on her. The rocks that were hovering in the air dropped as Mrs. Figg quickly started to turn around and bringing her wand up to shoulder level, the words of the full body bind curse already forming on her lips. As she completed her turn the binding curse shot out from her wand tip start at the figure, which was now facing her. " Oh my god. HARRY!" Miss. Figg shouted as she realized who was now in front of her. She knew there was nothing that she could do the curse was already halfway to its intended target.
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Harry was still standing there, rooted to the spot when he saw Mrs. Figg turned around abruptly and fire a curse from her wand. Before he could even think of what to do, his body reacted to the situation that was going on in front of him. With out even making a sound he felt his body being pulled apart. The thing is Harry didn't feel as if he was in any pain though, just the sensation of every fiber in his body was being pulled apart and then suddenly he found himself starring at Mrs. Figg again. Except this time he was starring at her, not face to face, as he had been just a seconded ago but this time he was starring at her from behind her. As he was standing there Mrs. Figg must have noticed that he was now behind her and turned around to face him. Before Harry could say anything to her, his vision started to fade. Harry started to feel himself become wobbly on his feet and before his body fell to the ground he blacked out.
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Spinning around on her heels, Mrs. Figg found herself starring at Harry again only this time not with the same in trepidation that she had first had but a feeling of bewilderment. She lowered her wand that was still at the ready. It looked like he wanted to say something but before he could he fell to the ground. Rushing over to his side, she gently placed Harry's head into her lap to see what was wrong with him. Seeing that he had passed out, she gathered him up in her arms and carried him inside. Deciding that the best place to put him would be the spare bedroom for now until she could call Albus. Placing Harry on the bed she coved him with the comforter that was lying on the end of it and left to call Albus and inform him of what had just transpired.
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The figure that had been watching the raven-haired boy walk down the street had moved to another shadowy area so that he could see the young boy as he walked around the back yard. He was still standing there thinking about how he would turn the boy tonight when he saw the young boy just disappear with out a sound. He knew that the boy couldn't just walk out of his sight when he heard a woman yell something. Deciding that he would chance a look to see what had happened, he slowly walked to a point where he could the back yard completely and yet still be somewhat hidden. But as he looked he saw an older woman carrying the young boy he had been following inside the house. He knew what had just happened. The young boy had walked around the corner of the ladies house and saw her performing magic of some kind and just as he was about to be hit with a curse of some kind he disapparated and reapparated behind the older lady. Where he must've passed out or something. He knew that he would have to be extra careful now, as the boy would be able to disappear on him if he wasn't careful. He would have to sneak up on the boy some how from behind.
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Arabella walked downstairs and into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of tea before she called Albus. She knew that he wouldn't be mad at her but the tea was more for her nerves than any thing else. Conjuring up a teacup and filling with hot water, she walked to the counter and grabbed a teabag. Dunking the teabag into the cup she walked into the living room. Setting the cup down on the coffee table, she proceeded to grab some powder from a tin setting on the mantle and threw it into the fire.
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Harry laid there for a few minutes as he tried to remember what had happened to him. Opening his eyes he was able to look out a window and he could see that the sky was starting to turn darker. He must have been asleep for the better part of the day; cause the last thing that he remembered was seeing Mrs. Figg turn to face him. Sitting up Harry noticed that he wasn't in his room at the Dursley's, so that must mean that he was still at Miss. Figg's house. She must have brought him up here when he had blacked out. Getting out of bed, he nearly fell to the floor before regaining his balance. Deciding to go down stairs and talk to Mrs. Figg to find out what had happened earlier, he walked to the door opened it. Stepping out into the hallway Harry could hear voices coming up the stairway. Creeping down the stairs to see if he could find out whom the voices were coming from. Peering into the living room he saw that not only was his godfather there but also Professor Dumbledore as well. Harry wasn't able to take another step as Sirius spotted him and leapt to his feet and caught him up in a bone-crushing hug. " Sirius.. Can't.. breath!" Harry gasped. Sirius stepped back to give some room. Stepping around Sirius, " How are you Harry?" Dumbledore asked? " I'm ok!" he said hoping that everyone in the room couldn't tell that he was still confused about what happened earlier today. Harry moved over to the love seat and sat down. Joining him on the love seat, Sirius put his arm protectively around Harry. Mrs. Figg sat in the sofa across from him with Professor Dumbledore sitting in the armchair.
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He knew that he would have to feed soon, if not then he would be very weak after he turned the young boy. He didn't want to waste the chance that the boy would walk back to his house by himself alone, just to feed but the boy had been in the old ladies house all day. Deciding that he would take the chance, he went off in search of food although he wouldn't travel that far away just to make sure.
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Harry was sitting there just starring at the coffee table when he heard Professor Dumbledore start to speak. " I suppose that you know why I'm here correct Harry." Dumbledore said without taking his eyes off of Harry. " It's because I'm the Heir of Godric Gryffindor isn't!" Harry tentatively said. Harry stole a glance at both Mrs. Figg and his godfather Sirius. Miss. Figg's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of her face and his godfather just had this expression of awe and confusion. Yet Professor Dumbledore just sat there with the exception of his twinkling eyes, nobody would have been able to tell if he was shocked by the news or not. " May I ask how you know this for sure Harry?" " Godric Gryffindor told me himself. He even told me that I know have all his knowledge and power plus a few other things that he said goes along with being his heir." Harry told them. " While not one to argue with Godric Gryffindor himself, I would have thought it better to tell you about this until you were older and more able to handle this sort of news myself." Before anybody could say another word Harry was on his feet glaring at Dumbledore. " You knew and you didn't tell me!" Harry's calmness towards the statement that his mentor had just made was eerie. " I know that you must be upset Har-" " Upset. no I'm not upset, I'm disappointed is what I am Professor. I trusted you and that is how you repay that trust?" Harry didn't even bother waiting for Dumbledore to say anything. " I'm going back to the Dursley's !" Harry said flatly over his shoulder as he was walking out the front door of Miss. Figg's house. Sirius jumped to his feet to go after his godson, but he didn't get two feet when he felt a rather firm hand on his arm. Looking down to see what was holding him up he saw that Dumbledore was the one holding him from going after Harry. " Let him be. He needs to come to terms that why I had decided to wait, was in his best interest." Dumbledore said to them both in a tone that broke no argument. " But he needs me." Sirius told him. " Yes he does, but for now let him Sirius." Sirius once again turned to look at the door with worry in his eyes, yet he knew in his heart that Albus was right. Harry would have to learn that what they did was in his best interest. Sighing he turned back to the spot on the couch that he had just gotten up from and sat down, hoping that Harry wasn't to upset at them.
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Walking back to the Dursley's, Harry let his mind race with all that had happened today. He knew that they were only looking out for him and trying their best to do what was right for him. But he couldn't help but feel that he had no control over his life at times and that no matter what they always would. ~ Why can't I just be normal for once?~ he thought. He stopped to look back at Mrs Figg's house, he wondered if he should go back and apologize to the Professor and the other's. Harry hadn't really meant what he had said to them but with everybody seeming to know more about him then he did, he couldn't help but feel that way at times. Harry decided that he would just get some sleep tonight and apologize to them tomorrow. He would be more clear headed in the morning anyways. He was just about to start walking again when he thought that he heard something off to his right. The sound seemed to be coming from in-between two houses. Not seeing what was making the noise, he started to walking again. He had walked maybe five feet when he felt something grab him from behind and hold him in a tight embrace. Struggling to free himself, Harry felt his head being tilted. Before he could do anything else, he felt something bite down into his neck. Opening his mouth to scream, yet no sound came forth. The only feeling that he had was that of his life being drained from his body. His whole body began to go numb, his legs started to buckle underneath him and his mind began to spin from the lack of life giving blood. Just when he thought that he was one the brink of death did the creature release him from it's embrace. With his legs unable to hold him up Harry dropped to the ground in a rush. He felt something being pushed against his lips. With what little strength he had left, he looked up into the face of death. Again he felt something being pressed to his lips, this time he heard a voice telling him to drink or he would die. Not waiting for the voice to say anything else he drank. As soon as he drank the liquid he felt everything changing.