(A/N) Book Six has a name! JKR just announced that it is to be called Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. No clue who the prince is but isn't Seamus a half blood, and Justin Finch-Fletchly in Hufflepuff? Anyways, last chapter was short, this one won't be, 1,000 words at least. This one's for Amanda, the most beautiful and intelligent girl I have ever met.

Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti
Chapter Seven:
Trouble in Diagon Alley

The rest of the summer passed by quickly and Harry loved spending time with Ginny. They would sit in the shade of a tree, or take a walk through the orchard behind the Burrow. He didn't even have to worry about Ron and Hermione because they were so wrapped up in each other they didn't notice the looks Harry and Ginny gave each other across the dinner table. But it was the last day of their summer when Ron finally found out why his sister and best friend were suddenly very happy. Harry had found just about every possible place to make out with Ginny. The back yard, the front yard, the tool shed, the kitchen, even the cupboard under the stairs. (yes, the Weasleys have one, too.) But, one day, Harry and Ginny were sitting on the bench in the back yard. Ginny was sitting very comfortably in Harry's lap and Harry was very interested in tasting what Ginny had for lunch. By the time they heard the laughter Ron and Hermione were outside, Ginny broke off from Harry's lips and looked towards the door. Ron stared then turned around and walked back into the house, Hermione trailing behind him.
"Well, I think he took that considerably well." Ginny stated frankly. Harry looked at her and a grin began to form on her face. "Now, where were we?" she asked innocently, leaning closer to him.
"Right about here," said Harry, crushing his mouth onto hers. Kissing Ginny was different than kissing Cho Chang, his long-time crush. Instead of salty tears, Ginny tasted like strawberries and apple. She kissed him with her whole body, her whole heart. Cho had just... kissed. He loved this feeling and wished it would last forever. A loud bang was heard from the house and Ginny jumped off of Harry in surprise, they heard Mrs. Weasley's cry and Harry leaped into action, Ginny following at his heels. Ginny's father was lying on the couch a large cut over his left eye and a good sized welt on his forehead.
"Trouble..." he rasped, "Diagon Alley..." then he passed out. Harry turned to Mrs. Weasley who was wide-eyed in shock, blubbering incoherently.
"Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley!" Harry yelled and she stopped crying and stared at Harry. "Get Mr. Weasley to St. Mungo's, take everyone with you."
Mrs. Weasley stared blankly, "But, Harry, what about-"
"I'm going to Diagon Alley, now GO!" He shouted. Mrs. Weasley rushed to gather some things and Harry turned to Ginny, a tears pooled in her eyes and a few leaked down her cheek.
"Make sure your mum is all right, stay with her." She sniffed and grabbed his arm.
"Harry-" He smiled at her and winked.
"Take care of your family, I'll be right back." With that he strode over to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of floo powder.
"Diagon Alley." He said clearly and disappeared. Ginny fought back the rest of her tears and ran to find Ron and Hermione.

Harry found himself in a desserted pub common, the Leaky Cauldron, he surmised. The sounds of battle raged like a tempest outside and Harry rushed to the brick wall that was the barrier to the wizard world beyond. He concentrated for a second and the weight of his sword settled itself in his left hand. He pulled the blade from the sheath with a smooth keening of metal and tapped the bricks with the tip of the sword. The wall opened and two Death Eaters were positioned directly in front of it. They were launching spells at the Ministry wizards and Aurors that had come to defend the small shopping strip. Boxes were overturned, glass broken, fires were blazeing in a few places. But the most horrifying thing Harry saw were the bodies. Bodies of wizards and witches who would be going home today, or any day. He lowered his head until he heard a cry from one of the Aurors across the way.
"Hey! Who the hell is the kid with the sword?!" The two Death Eaters turned and raised their wands. Harry looked up, a fire had been ignited behind his eyes, they were not so much eyes as glowing orbs of energy that had placed themselves in his head. He drew a short breath.
"Those who have done evil," Harry announced in a deep voice, not of this world. "Justice be done, today."
He dropped to one knee as a Death Eater cast the Crucatius curse his way. It passed harmlessly over his head as he bounded forward, skewering the gaunt man on his blade. Harry felt the muscles in the man's stomach tense around the metallic intrusion then relax as he let out his last breath. Harry pulled the sword free and brought it upwards taking off the smaller Death Eater's wand arm at the elbow. The Death Eater let out a cry as Harry smacked him over the head with the heavy wooden sheath, then dropped like a ton of bricks. Blood welled from the two dropped men at the gateway and, hearing the commotion of the now comatose sentery, the entire attention of all those in the alley turned to the young man with the now bloody sword annd the glowing green eyes.
"Bloody Hell," blurted one of the Auror's.
The Death Eater that had been flinging spells at him for the past ten minutes looked stunned."'Bloody Hell' is right."
One of the Ministry wizards piped up. "Bejesus! That's Harry Potter!"

Ginny found Ron and Hermione in Ron's room, she slammed open the door and Ron looked up from his bed. "Ginny, what's wrong?" asked Hermione from her sitting position on Harry's cot.
"Come quick, dad's hurt and Harry's left!" She ran to her best friend and hugged her. "Dad, came home cut up and bloodied and said there was trouble at Diagon Alley and Harry took off, just like that!" Hermione held her friend.
"Ginny, Harry knows what he's doing, he's trained for this, remember. We have to go see to you father." Ron had already hurried down the stairs and Ginny sniffled.
"Harry'll come back right? He promised he would come back." Hermione looked at her red-headed friend.
"Harry'll be just fine, Gin" she said softly, she grasped Ginny's hand, "we've got to go."

The Death Eaters snapped out of their reverie at this and tightend their grip on their wands. This was the chance of a lifetime, Harry Potter walking into the fray! The Dark Lord would be pleased at the one who brought the Potter to him. Harry stood with his head down as the Death Eaters closed around him, they outnumbered him twelve to one, he could see them with his eyes closed. They had an aura of evil around them, seperating them from the others in the alley.
"Give up, Potter," one said. "our Master wants a word with you."
Harry raised his head to look at the tall, thick-necked man that had spoken. McNair, the executor, he had his axe slung across his back from a leather bandolier. Harry could tell this man had killed many without remorse today. He knew this man deserved the punishment he was about to deal out. They all did.
"If you want me, come and take me." Harry said in the same resonating voice. McNair pulled the nasty-looking double-headed axe from the leather sling.
"Gladly." He lunged at Harry, swing the axe in a broad cresent that Harry ducked under with ease. Harry's foot shot out and caught McNair in the stomach, the large man gasped as the air was pushed out of his lungs and fell flat on his face. Harry stood, a smirk played on his face.
"I'm waiting, McNair, or did you change your mind?" McNair pushed himself up on the axe and growled.
"Laugh while you can, boy. The Dark Lord has ways of dealing with you." Harry strode over to McNair and knocked the axe out from under him, McNair fell onto his back, Harry pressed the tip of his sword to the oversized adam's apple of his adversary. The Death Eaters took a step towards him, but Harry shot them a withering look that kept them still. His gaze turned back to McNair.
"Tell Tom that I will be waiting for him to come for me, and when he does I will put an end to his plague on this earth. Tell him that his days are numbered. Tell him that Harry Potter is ready." Harry raised his sword to McNair's forehead and sliced a lightningbolt shape into the grimy flesh. Harry stepped back and let the Death Eaters take their wounded and dead as he walked over to one of the Ministry wizards that had been watching. Harry slipped the sword back into it's sheath, as he did his eyes returned to normal. His face was sweaty and he was shaking as he reached the small group of wizards, Kinsley Shacklebolt, an Auror and a member of the Order pushed his way to the front.
"Take me to St. Mungo's, Kingsley." Harry stated, then his world turned black and Kingsley caught him as he fell to the ground.
"MEDIC!" Kingsley cried, the young man hanging limply in his arms.

(A/N) We finally see Harry in action! Damn action scenes are easy to see but hard to write. We also see the other side of Harry, the vengeful side. So we have good Harry, evil, Angry Harry, and Harry the Vengence Demon {Buffy the Vampire Slayer reference} Read and review. Hope ya'll liked it. (Sorry if the formatting is all screwed, I still can't figure out how to get it from Word without the format going crazy.)