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Tonks was astounded in front of her was the most powerful wizard in Europe, probably the world. What amazed her most is how normal he acted. If Tonks felt safe before, she was doubly so now.

"You're the Prophaeus?"

"Yep."

"Harry, how do you get a job like that?"

"I beat up the last one." Harry was so amused with the look on Tonk's face after hearing his statement that he burst out laughing. "He approached and attacked me. Apparently, that is how you initiate and interview."

"Right. What do you do?"

"Basically, I do whatever the Unspeakables, hit wizards, and Aurors can't. I do the top priority undercover missions."

"Undercover missions? It's too bad you aren't a metamorphmagus like I..."

Harry's hair was now shoulder length and light blue; his eyes were a cloudy grey.

"I passed my training with flying colors."

Tonks was dumbfounded. All of this new information that was being freely given out by Harry was taking a toll on her mind. She opened her mouth to say something but promptly closed it, unsure of what to say. A tapping at the kitchen window stopped any further attempts at speaking.

Harry let the owl at the window in; it flew in and dropped a letter into Harry's open hand. Without looking at the letter, Harry placed it in his robes and bid the bird a farewell. Harry looked back at Tonks.

"I'm sure you want to know about the fight between myself and Echo."

"Who is Echo?"

"Echo was the codename of the previous Prophaeus."

"Tell me about the fight."

Harry felt the hair on the back of his neck rise; he did the first thing that came to his mind: he dove forward. Harry rolled; he felt the concrete and gravel of the alley tearing though the fabric of his cloak and shirt. The red light of a spell filled Harry's vision as it passed through the area his body had previously occupied. Harry sprang to his feat and turned around to face his attacker. For the first time, his eyes failed him; he looked around the empty alley in vain. His attacker was gone. Harry stilled his breathing and allowed his senses to expand past what was normal. Harry felt every crack in the brick wall, every pebble on the ground, and especially the man standing right behind him. Harry wordlessly warded the area against muggle influence as he took a step forward.

Harry snapped his foot back with a round house kick that hit nothing but air. Harry allowed his senses to roam again in search of the man that had attempted to curse him. Again, he found him. This time he was standing in front of him and to the right. Four paces would have brought Harry face to face with his attacker… or, face to invisible face, as the spot the man occupied was empty. Harry silently cast a spell that should have made him visible. It failed miserably. When the spell failed, Harry closed his eyes. There was no use in fighting an opponent with your eyes open if you could not see him. The man cast a spell towards Harry who merely side-stepped, his mental focus still on the alley. Harry cast three spells one after the other at the man, he dodged them all. The man apparated behind Harry and cast another spell. Harry, in turn, apparated behind his attacker and launched a kick to his knees but once again hit nothing but air.

The two men apparated around the alley, neither one actually scoring a hit. Scorch marks and small holes dotted the walls and the ground where the spells had missed. Harry could not believe this was happening. Nobody Harry had ever faced before was this skilled. In spite of the possible dangers, Harry was having fun; it wasn't everyday that he was able to duel with someone of his skill level.

Harry decided this duel had gone long enough. Harry kept apparating away from the man. Feigning exhaustion, he took longer and longer to apparate away. Harry apparated away for the last time. As soon as he popped back into existence, Harry cast a spell covering him and the surrounding area into pitch blackness. Harry's attacker showed up right where Harry thought he'd be; right into the middle of the darkness. The man's cursing was all Harry needed; he swung and connected solidly with the man's chin. The man stumbled backwards into the wall. He raised his hands up in defeat and dropped his wand – the international sign for wizarding surrender.

Harry reversed the spells he had in place and opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped.

"My name is Echo, I work for the ministry. I would like to offer you a job."

Harry finished his story and looked at Tonks. She was staring at him wide-eyed. Harry sat down in the chair opposite her and waved his hand in her face. She didn't blink. Harry stood up and left the room.

Hermione Granger looked down at the parchment on her desk. The riddle had definitely been difficult; she was very surprised that Harry had come up with it. She had worked it and reworked it, and was sure that she had the correct answer. Hermione wrote her answer down on the parchment, "German," and waited. Suddenly, all the books on her shelf let off a bright blue light and returned to normal. Hermione let out a sigh of relief; her books were finally hers again. Hermione stood up and reached for one of the books, it was her favorite edition of Hogwarts: a History. As soon as her hand touched the spine of the book she felt a tug at her navel. Hermione cursed the Potter name as she was port-keyed away.

Hermione appeared roughly twenty feet above the Thames River. The locals of the area would from that day forward tell tales to their children about the banshee that lived in the woods by the river.

A/N – I'm sorry it's so late… and short. I won't make excuses for the way this chapter came out; I'm just a bit lazy. Also, I had trouble figuring out how to fight someone invisible. Well, thanks a bunch for the reviews and I hope for more.

Question – What kind of house should Harry live in?