Thanks to my beta reader Rina...

Chapter Two; Mr. Patterson And Mr. Walker

Harry looked over the textbooks in his room; he scanned his Defense Against the Dark Arts book maybe three times and read his Transfiguration book from cover to cover twice. He wrote letters to both Hermione and Ron, telling them simply that he was "OK". He did not wish to tell them anything else; it would just make them worry about stuff that had absolutely nothing to do with them.

Harry's attention was drawn to the window. A black car pulled into the Dursleys' driveway, and two men climbed out of the front seats. The first man was a dashing young gentleman, with blond hair and sparkling blue eyes; he wore a nice, gray overcoat with a black tie. The second man was a towering fellow as wide as a bear, and had a small goatee. It was the same man Harry had seen that morning, leaning on that very same black Mercedes, only now he wore a black suit and tie, and his hair was nicely combed.

The two men exchanged looks and rang the doorbell. Harry grabbed his wand and jammed it in his pocket, concealing it with his hand that gripped it tightly.

The doorbell had rung several times, before Harry was able to get down the flight of stairs. He opened the door and stared at the two men for several minutes.

"Can I help you?" Harry asked the men

"Yes, you can," the blond man said thoughtfully, giving a charming smile. "I'm Daniel Walker, this is Jonathan Patterson-"

"This is a very nice house here," interrupted Patterson, stepping through the doorway and pushing Harry to the side like a rag doll. Walker gave a small sigh.

Uncle Vernon, who had just come down the stairs, entered the room. His mouth hanged slightly open to see two strangers in his house.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice shaky and lips trembling.

"Could you lose some weight?" snorted Patterson.

"Forgive my partner..." Walker laughed, clearing his throat. "He sold his soul to the devil last week and hasn't been the same since. I'm Daniel Walker, this is Jonathan Patterson, we are here-"
"Oh yes, my dear wife has cooked up something marvelous!"

"Great, I love dinner!" Patterson shouted with a very enthusiastic grin. "I also love the nice five hundred Galleons you left in my mailbox...surely it wasn't a bribe was it-"

Vernon opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Petunia and Dudley came down the stairs.

Petunia gave a wide, welcoming smile, and shook Walker's and Patterson's hands.

"Welcome to our home!" She smiled. She shot a dangerous look at Harry, as if sickened just looking at him. "You'll have to forgive my nephew, he has to go do some homework..."

Patterson cocked an eyebrow as Harry made his way to his bedroom.

Harry spent several minutes pacing back and forth...Were the two men Deatheaters? If so, what were they waiting for? Why didn't they just start killing everyone? They weren't from the Order, Harry would have heard something...

Should he tell the Order?
Oh yeah like that was going to work! Harry was grown up; he could take care of himself. He could protect himself! Telling Dumbledore, or anyone for that matter, would just make him look weak, and he wasn't weak, or at least that's what he kept telling himself....

Harry froze, he heard footsteps...

"You know, Dan, it looks a little suspicious for both of us to go use the rest room at once..." Harry heard Patterson growl. He pressed his ear to the door so he could hear better. "Now we look married."

"As if I'd marry you'!" smirked Walker.

"And IT ISN'T FUNNY! As I was saying... I wish we could just get this over with and get the bloody hell out of this mess. I swear that if that woman offers to hang my coat up one more time, I'm going to hang her up instead. Then I'm going to put Mr. Knock-Knock Joke-"

"These things take time, Jon..."

"No, they don't; its just that Reckter has such a bloody ego problem!"

Walker sighed deeply.

"Dan... don't defend him, please..." Patterson shouted sternly

"If you're so against this, then why are you here working for Reckter in the first place?"

"Evanidus..." mumbled Patterson.

"Oh really, is that it?" Walker asked

"YES!"

"Really? Because I think the only reason why you stay is because you fear him..."

"Are you mentally ill?" Patterson said defensively

"Maybe...you know as well as I do that when Reckter steals that thing in Potter's head, that key, he opens the room in the Department of Mysteries, he'll be as powerful as You Know Who-"

Nut Patterson cut Walker off, "Hold-Hold on"

Harry heard a pair of footsteps approaching....He grabbed his wand

The knob turned...

Harry's wand flew out of his hand as Patterson stepped through the door...

Harry clutched his chest; it felt like a dozen arrows had just pierced his heart. He fell to the floor with a thump.

"Eavesdropping, were we?" Patterson said flashing a very evil grin, pointing his wand directly at Harry's heart.

Harry cursed in a groan. A groan was all his mouth could manage through the pain. Harry sat up, but Patterson kicked him, forcing back to the floor.

"Another move, even a gesture, I blow your-"

"Jon, I thought the plan was to wait!" Harry heard Walker shout from down the hall, making his way quickly to the bedroom.

"Well if you weren't yelling so loud we'd wait. Unlike Reckter, I have better things to do then to fight off Dumbledore's followers - I'm a ministry official - we have to go..."

"So what, we're just going to walk out-"

"Who are you?" spat demanded

"Watch that tone with me, boy."

Patterson seized Harry by the shoulders and forced him to his feet.

"Come on, Potter." He chuckled slightly, squeezing Harry's shoulders painfully; Harry felt too weak to struggle.

Patterson forced Harry down the stairs. The Dursleys were nowhere to be seen. Harry thought about screaming, but he wouldn't dare give Patterson the pleasure.

Patterson threw Harry into the passenger's seat as he stepped into the driver's seat.

Walker stood in front of the car, looking up at the sky.

"Daniel, get in!" Patterson ordered Walker sternly.

Walker climbed into the backseat, he was barely in the car when Patterson slammed on the brakes. The car was in the air.

The shadows of several people on broomsticks appeared on the rear view mirror. Patterson swerved the car around; he whispered something under his breath as the figures fell off of their broom and down to the ground. Harry could make out one scream - it was Tonks. The people on the brooms were from the Order

Without word, without thought, without consideration that he was only 16, with no wand and in a car with two fully grown men with wands, one who had just somehow tossed several people off broomsticks with only word of mouth, Harry dove at Patterson.

The two wrestled for the steering wheel as the car swerved about. Patterson grunted something under his breath again, keeping direct contact with Harry's eyes. Harry was launched back to his seat, and held there as though invisible ropes bound him. He struggled for several moments...

"Stop struggling and I'll release you, you idiot!" Patterson shouted with a bit of amusement.

Suddenly Harry felt like he had not slept in days, he felt dizzy until finally he stopped struggling, and the pain simply went away.
"Now that's better, isn't Mr. Potter?" Patterson said "You see Mr. Potter, sometimes you can't be the hero, sometimes we need to accept -"

"Speak for yourself!" Walker snorted under his breath.

"Daniel, you're a pansy! Anyway...Just relax Mr. Potter, enjoy the ride, we need to have a little chat, you and I..."