Harry screamed and put his wand to Virchow's throat, which made the tall figure stop and swear brazenly as it overlooked Harry's much smaller physic. He was even paler than it appeared upon the television and was a great deal skinnier. His dark stringy hair let off a glistening glow from the wet morning rain from outdoors and his breath smelled of cheap liquor.

"YOU KILLED THEM! YOU MURDERED MY AUNT AND-"

"No, Harry, you've got it all wrong...the murderers who've just done this are- "

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME, YOU FILTHY-"

"-They've gone Harry! I got here as soon as I heard...and dammed, they're after me now!"

"SHUT UP!"

Virchow took a deep intake of breath as Harry forced his wand into his throat. Harry's eyes now filled with tears of anger and sadness as he attempted to kill Virchow...he'll get what he deserves...sure they were horrible people, but bloody hell, I wouldn't even wish death on Draco!

"The two-way mirror."

Harry froze and looked into Virchow's face. He remembered quite distinctly that Sirius had given him a two-way mirror in the case that Harry would have ever needed to contact Sirius. As far as he knew, his father and Sirius were the only two that ever knew about the mirror beside Harry, of course. "W-what did you just say?"

Virchow straightened his face and took a deep breath again, as he'd been holding it ever since Harry put his wand to his throat. "Sirius gave me a two-way mirror...said that if anything ever happened to him, I owed you my life."

"Don't dare speak to me about Sirius, you bloody murderer." Harry said in a deep grumble.

"I swear what I'm telling you isn't a lie! Listen...if you don't get out of here in the next few seconds...if I don't get out of here in the next few seconds...oh shit!"

A vibration filled the Dursley's house, all of Aunt Petuinia's china began to ring in an extremely dangerous pitch and Virchow grabbed Harry's arm and forced him down behind the couch.

"They're here."

"Who's here? W-what in the hell is g-going on?"

"Shh! And whatever you do, don't pull out your wand...they're attracted to magic!"

Harry held still as the vibrations and ringing came to an abrupt stop. There was silence in the room and then the lightest swishing noise of a cloak was heard from the kitchen and the clanging of metal on wood was heard from the upstairs bedrooms.

Clink. Clank. Clink.

"They're Rrynons...they're very much like dementors, but what they do to you is far worse than you can imagine," Virchow whispered in a voice a bit less than a hum. The noise from the steps moved slowly into the dining area and into the living room where a hoarse breathing could be heard and a prickle of northern wind fell into Harry's hair. Virchow saw Harry's orb and threw it across the room back into the kitchen. The Rrynon again was heard in the kitchen again and Virchow motioned for Harry to look up.

The beast, or Rrynon as Virchow had called it was vaguely familiar to that of dementors; it was long and hooded, but two luminous red eyes could be seen under its cloak and it walked, not glided. Long scaly hands with bleeding calluses protruded from its sleeves and the heavy black iron- bladed boots it wore resembled that of human flesh. Hissing and grunting filled the house. Virchow pulled Harry down from view again and spoke again.

"That orb," He said, pointing over to the Rrynon's direction "Is now long gone. Whoever sent you that, I'm afraid, is either very dumb or more than willing to have you taken away. Rrynons both love and detest magic, they will take the magic from an object and manipulate into weapons so dark and destructive that only the strongest sorcerers and wizards can put it under control."

"Why has it come for me, though?" Asked Harry with his voice full of terror. Only moments before he'd been lying about comfortably in his bed, assuming Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley were about minding their own business and waiting happily for his Hogwarts letter...

"To kill you, obviously or at least capture you...I'm not certain. But I do know this, we have to get out of here and fast...it'll only be a few moments before they scent that two wizards are in the house, and when that happens, we're as good as gone."

"I can't leave," Harry suddenly said to Virchow, "I'm under orders not to leave the house."

"What? You'll stay here and die because of Remus' orders?"

A silence overcame the two men. Only the sounds of the Rrynons in the opposite room could be heard.

"I never told you that Lupin sent me those orders," said Harry with his eyes locked on Virchow in a fathomless and questionable stance. So Virchow too knew more that Harry knew...it seemed everyone knew more than Harry knew...and the prospect of being thrown to the wolves supposedly on his own allies' orders was not only angering him slowly but also putting him in a state of shock.

Virchow looked downcast at the floor. "Look...we've got to get out of here, and if you won't go with me then I must go alone...the Evans boy is in danger as well...and he can't stop what might happen to him not even if he willingly tried."

"I won't go."

"Suit yourself."

With a pop and a mist of smoke, Virchow disappeared and Harry found himself staring into the face of the two Rrynons, consciousness slowly leaving his body and a prickling sensation running through his skin.

Darkness overtook him and silence crept into his veins, cutting off even the slightest feelings of anything.