Chapter 2
With a flare of light and a noise of a mortar, Gien Sentow crashed into a bush outside 4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey. Gien let out a swear word as he brushed his filthy Azkaban robes off.
"Right, avoid the shrubbery, I have to remember that next time." Gien said as he surveyed his surroundings. No one seemed to notice the disturbance he created, which he thought to be very odd. "Well, you haven't met a Muggle before, so you don't know what to expect," he muttered to himself.
Gien looked around and spotted the number on the nearest home. He read that smuggled map correctly; he was at 4 Privet Drive. In Azkaban, Gien's hobby was taking maps from sympathetic guards and memorizing them to the house level. He had gone over this area a few years ago.
The home was an annoyingly perfect home, with no sense of personality to it, or at least that was what he thought. Gien admitted that he had no expertise in about anything outside of prison, so he continued to move towards the house.
The door was open, the light of the hallway shining down the pathway. Gien thought this was a bit odd, but continued into the home and saw something he did not expect.
A very large man was sprawled out on the floor, his shotgun still in hand, very much dead. A horse-faced woman was lying on the stairs, equally dead. Gien seized the shotgun from the large man's hand and made his way upstairs. On his way through the hallway, a small killer whale laid in a hallway, as dead as the other two.
Gien froze as he head voices from the end of the hallway and light coming from the farthest door. He moved in closer and readied the shotgun.
"So this is it, the great Harry Potter, destroyed of the Dark Lord, cowering before his followers," a sneering voice said. "What are you going to do boy? It's three against one, you have no chance."
Gien moved to the doorway and assessed the attackers. Three black-robed people were surrounding a fourth figure, presumably Potter, and were kicking him every few seconds. Only one figure had his wand out, Gien presumed that he was the one who was talking before.
"You can't even stand up boy! The Master said that we could have fun with you; only we're not allowed to kill you. Oh we'll have the most fun in the world," the voice said again, with a swift kick to Potter's stomach.
"Oh yes we will," Gien said as he let off one shot, blowing the speaker's wand wrist off. He writhed in pain on the floor while the two other ones, who were very much larger, moved in on Gien, wands in their hands. "I'm so terrified, me here, without a wand, what to do?" he smirked once then went into action.
Quickly he flipped the shotgun up, clubbing the front one in the chin with the butt of the gun. When the front one rolled his head back with the hit, Gien threw one kick at his knee from the side, snapping it in an odd direction. The man gave a grumbling scream then fell to the floor clutching his mangled knee.
"Avada Ke-" the other large man said, but he never got it out as Gien leveled the shotgun off for another shot, blowing the man's head apart. The smirk reappeared on Gien's face as he tossed the shotgun off to the side.
"So this is the famous Harry Potter," he said as Harry nodded, a little terrified and awed and the spectacle he just witnessed. "Bumblebore sent me to get you. Come on."
"Who are you? Why are you doing this? What's going on?" Harry rattled on without taking a breath. He was beaten and bruised, with fresh bruises appearing over old yellow ones.
Gien sighed. "My name is Gien Sentow, Pumblepore told me to guard you and I'd be free, and you are being rescued. Collect your things, we're leaving"
"It's all gone."
"What do you mean?" Gien asked perplexedly. "What's all gone?"
"My things, they're all destroyed. My broom, my books, and even my photo album were destroyed by the Dursleys and the Death Eaters destroyed my wand." Harry said, looking on the verge of tears. "They killed my owl."
"Potter, we have to leave now, there might be reinforcements coming. Put your hand on my shoulder and we can leave." Gien said, ignoring Harry's shocked look at his indifference and his life being destroyed. "Now!"
Harry did as he was told and TransApparated to Hogwarts grounds. Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall were still out there, the latter two with astonished looks on their faces.
"I told you I'd do it and I did it, now what do I do? Do I have to be his personal bodyguard?" Gien said, with his smirk returning.
"You get straight down to business don't you Sentow?" Snape asked amused.
"Why waste time chatting?" Gien retorted sagely.
"Something like that, but more you need to watch out for the Death Eater children at the school when it starts and stop anyone from attacking him." Dumbledore interrupted.
"You let their children come to the school? You're crazier than I thought." Gien laughed.
"He let an Azkaban prisoner guard The-Boy-Who-Lived didn't he?" Snape snapped.
"You're an Azkaban prisoner? No wonder you could take out those three Death Eaters." Harry asked curiously.
"You took out three Death Eaters unarmed?" Dumbledore queried.
"No, I had a shotgun. I am trained in all forms of attack, magical or Muggle." Gien answered with a bit of conceit. "They are at Harry's home, one is bleeding heavily, one has a broken knee and jaw, and the other is dead from a shotgun wound to the head. There are three dead Muggles there, I think the Death Eaters killed them."
"You did quite the number on them didn't you?" Dumbledore evaluated. "Severus, go and take the two into custody and clear out the bodies." Snape nodded once and walked off.
"Mr. Sentow, I have a question." McGonagall asked hurriedly. "How do you apparate through the barriers around the school?"
"I don't really, I push the barriers around me, creating an area without magic, then I apparate to wherever I want to go. It's called TransApparating."
"Minerva, I believe we can asked questions later, now we must get Harry to Madame Pomfrey." Dumbledore said finally.