Disclaimer: Don't own it. For more details see chap 1.
"Harry sit down," Hermione pleaded pulling harder on his arm.
"You should do what your girlfriend says little one," the drunk slurred stepping closer to Harry. Harry's eyes flashed and the drunk stopped.
"You should leave you don't belong here, death eater," Harry whispered, but his words were heard by the whole tavern. The man paled at Harry's words. Harry didn't know how he knew that the man in front of him was a death eater he just knew deep down that what he said was true.
"Howwhat are you talking about?" the man said slowly as if thinking in straight lines was beyond his ability.
"You heard me death eater, leave here," Harry rounded his table to stand in front of the man that was two times the weight of him.
"How dare you call me that!" the man yelled stepping closer to Harry.
"That is what you are, if I'm wrong then you won't be afraid to show every one your left forearm," Harry said standing his ground.
"Why you little" the man's words trailed off as he launched himself at Harry, forgetting completely about the wand in his hand. Harry easily side stepped the bigger man, whom collided with a table and went crashing to the ground in a heap, his wand skidding across the floor. Harry looked down at the pathetic heap of flesh in disgust.
'Look out!' A warning yelled in his head moments before the man surged up with a roar. Harry stepped to the left, this time he wasn't fast enough for the man grabbed his arm in a vice like grip. Harry eyes flashed again and the man released him, with a yelp, as if he had been burnt.
"Get out death eater," Harry said calmly as the man stumbled back from him in shock.
"Who are you?" the man whispered.
"Get out!" Harry said controlling the unexpected rage he felt inside. The man must have seen something in Harry's eyes for he slowly picked up his wand and backed out of the pub keeping his eyes on him, only turning when he reached the front door.
Harry looked around to find every eye on him. He felt himself shiver under they gaze.
"Come on, let's go," Harry said and hurried out of the pub without a looking to see if his friends where following or not.
"What was that!" Hermione demanded when they caught up with him.
"I don't know I was sitting there and then this voice seemed to go off in my head that told me he was a death eater," Harry whispered turning to his two best friends.
"What kind of voice? Is it like when you talk to snakes?" Hermione asked as Ron watched him closely from beside her.
"No, this was different," Harry said in frustration and helplessness. Harry felt like slamming his fist into the wall next to him in frustration, which was a feeling he hadn't had since the last time he had been around Aunt Marge. He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down. That's when he felt a feather soft touch at the edge of his mind.
His eyes snapped open in understanding, the Griffin. She was looking out for him telling him about dangers and fuelling his wandless magic. Who else or what else could it be?
A scream echoed down the busy street making every one jump.
"What was that?" Ron asked looking around for the source of the sound.
'They are here,' the voice said, Harry heart sped up at the words.
'Who?' Harry demanded, looking around as well, and not seeing anything.
'The second part of the vision has began,' Harry gasped.
"We need to get back to the castle," Harry said quickly.
"I don't think so little one," some one snarled, Harry turned around pulling out his wand in the same movement. The drunk that he had confronted before stood in front of him. "We still have a score to settle."
The man sneered at the three teenagers. Harry put himself between the drunk and his two friends.
"I don't have time for this," Harry told him. Concentrating on the man's wand hand.
"Well, I'll just have to make it quick," the man snarled raising his hand slightly. Without thinking Harry released a burst of pure energy at the man's wand hand. A flash of light seems to come from Harry and hit the man's hand. The man yelled, his wand clattering to the ground from lose fingers.
"What the hell?" the man yelled holding his hand close to him.
"That will teach you a lesson," Harry remarked. "Come on let's go." Harry whispered to his friends. The man watched in painful silence as the three teenagers walked away.
"This isn't over!" he yelled after them. "My master will see to that!"
Harry didn't give any sign that he had heard the man's threat.
"That was brilliant Harry, did you see the look on his face." Ron said in a rush before laughter rendered him unable to speak.
"Harry are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Fine," Harry said as he placed his wand back into his pants pockets. He felt relieved in releasing the energy he had build up.
"Hey Harry do you think you could do that to Malfoy?" Ron asked hopeful, as his laughter died down. Harry smiled at his friend, before a small voice in the back of his mind told him to hurry to the castle.
"Come on we need to get back to Hogwarts." Harry told them stepping up the pace.
Ron said "What?" At the same time Hermione said "why?"
"Trouble's on the way," Harry said not looking back as he broke into a run.
"Harry slow down,"
Harry didn't hear his friends. The voice in his head over came all his senses pushing him faster in desperation. Only one thought penetrated the voice's yelling 'I need to get back to the castle!'
If the second part of the vision had really started then that meant that the school had only four days to prepare. For on the fourth day Voldemort would invade Hogwarts.