He had been unnoticed. He had to remain that. The forces of Lord Voldemort were searching for him.

The boy looked around the corner. No one was coming his way. Okay. He ran into a street across him and touched a brick under a window with bars before the glass. He glowed a faint yellow for a second, and then the brick sucked him into a room.

'Harry! I'm glad you're back.' Said a girl sitting on the stairs across from him. 'You were gone for so long, I thought you had been killed or taken prisoner.'

'No. It was close though.' He said.

'And?' She looked hopeful.

He sat down on a table and sighed. 'I'm afraid they've come, Hermoine.'

She put her face in her hands. 'Then we're doomed.'

'Doomed? Who's doomed?' said a new voice.

Harry looked at the newcomer. 'We are. The specials have come.'

'Harry, didn't know you were back man!'

'Well, I'm back. With bad news, sorry Nev.'

Nevin looked out the window. 'I'll call everyone back. You should rest now, There will be a meeting when evryone's back and you're awake.'

'Thanks Nevin.'

Harry walked up the stairs, but waited when he approached Hermoine. He laid a hand on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, tears swelling. He smiled sadly and walked further.

'Nevin, I'm scared.' She said.

'I know. Me too but we'll have to deal.'

He sat down on a couch. 'SAM!' he yelled.

A small boy with brown hair and brown eyes appeared. 'Yes?'

'Could you seek the others and tell them to be back at sunrise?'

'Yeah sure. Why?'

'Harry's back.'

Sam smiled. 'Finally!' And he touched the brick, glowed yellow and was gone.

'Remember to be back at sunrise! No matter what!' Nevin shouted after him. 'Do you think he heard?'

'Shouldn't we go and seek them?' Hermoine sounded worried.

'No. We would only be discovered. Harry and Sam are the best at sneaking through.'

'I know. But Sam's only eleven. He's so young and already used in a war.'

He sighed. 'We only do this to survive. You know Sam has the best chance to bring them back and survive. I would have send Harry, but he's just back. Maybe later we can make a difference and destroy the Lord's Army.'

'I just wish we could make the difference now. I'm just worried about him.'

It's the middle of The Great War. In the beginning, England fell. Dumbledore had been captured, because Voldemort's reach was further than he had thought. Half of the Ministry was Death Eater or under the Imperius curse. Even Cornelius Fudge was a Death Eater. Because of him no one important in England and the rest of the Wizarding World had known that Voldemort was back.

Now near every country in Europe was under the reign of the Dark Lord. Most of the adults were dead, because they could fight of the Imperius curse, for being a danger to Voldemort or as an example that no one that defied the Dark Lord lived. Others were captured, forced to work for the Dark Lord or being used for experiments. The rest were or all Death Eaters, willingly or forced, or in the groups of children who had survived the Massacre of England.

There was only tiny bit of hope though. Harry Potter was still alive. At least, that was in the last reports. Only there was no trace of him, and the group he was in. No one even knew the group's number.

In the groups there were mostly seven to ten children and one to three adults. The groups were numbered. Ofcourse there were groups of only children and only adults, but the groups of adults never survived long.

Harry Potter was in Group 082. His Leader was called Nevin, but only the people who knew each other from before the war, knew the real names, because more than half of the remaining humans had token a new name, for a new existence.

There were two adults in Harry's group, one Nevin and the other Oliver Wood, and nine children. If you could call them children. They were hardened by the war and grew up fast.

When he left the safe home of Group 082, Sam ran. He took a way out of the maze that once was called a beautiful city, but was now dark and partly destroyed. He went to the old mall, where he would find the first member of their group he must find. He searched for a guy with dark red hair. Sam saw someone from another group and hid behind a giant teddy bear.

He almost yelled, but there was a hand on his mouth.

'Ssst.' A familiar voice said and he relaxed. He hand was removed and he said: 'Tobias, don't scare me like that again, please.'

'It was for your own good.' Tobias said.

'How can that be, you scared me to death, Tobias!' Sam whispered angry.

'You must be more on your guard, little Sammy.'

Sam rolled his eyes and said: 'I've been send to bring you back, Tobias.'

'Why?' Tobias looked irritated.

'Harry's back with the information on-'

'Shut up you fool! Not here!' Tobias' eyes were full of anger at the little boy. 'Who have you found until now?'

'Only you. You were the first I was looking for.'

'I'll come with you, else you'll be dead by the end of the day.' He walked away, but Sam stayed.

'Come on Sam! Let's find Chloe. She's the closest.'

Sam sighed and jogged after him.