Vernon was ultimately fumed about his son beating. He hired a sambo trainer for Dudley, figuring his massive girth would give him the upper hand in the next fight. Harry watched Dudley roll over little kids like a bulldozer, he laughed with the rest of his gang arrogant brats as the children they pummeled ran to the nearest house. Harry spent most of his time in the church with Chris, Trista, and Kate. They would clean in the morning, lounge about in the afternoon, and ate dinner before Harry had to go home. The days would steadily pass buy, slowly but nicely. Harry had received his usual birthday cake from Mrs. Weasley, a new bag for his books from Hermione, and a lifetime subscription to Quidditch Monthly from Ron. He went through his gifts quickly before he ran out the door to the Church.

They went through the usual schedule, relaxed, and ate dinner. Chris apparently had some business to take care of after dinner, so Harry walked Trista and Kate home when they were finished. The walk was short, only about three blocks until they turned the corner with their house on it. When they were in front, Kate kissed Harry on the cheek and said goodnight, but before they walked through the fence, they heard a rather portly, bruised boy chuckle, as did his cronies.

"Hey babe, how bout we show you two some real fun?" Dudley spat. Harry knew this wouldn't turn out well. The carrot top on Dudley's left grabbed Trista's chest.

"Get away from her Dudley." Harry shouted. Dudley walked over and stood merely an inch from his face.

"Or what? You'll do some hocus pocus? I made sure your stick was still at home when I left." He said; he pushed Harry to the ground. He backed away and his cronies started punching and kicking Harry mercilessly. When they stopped to give their full attention to the girls, Harry ran as fast as he could back to the church. He burst through the doors and found Chris mopping the floor, listening to music. Harry nudged him on the shoulder; he took off his head phones and put down the mop with a worried expression.

"What happened, Harry?" He asked with concern.

"Dudley...gang...Trista, Kate..." Harry choked. Without a moment wasted, Chris took off his cross, looked at it and said:

"Forgive me lord, for I shall sin." He wrapped it around his fist and together they ran through the backyards of numerous houses before they came to Trista's. When they found them, they were de-robed and huddling together, they ran into Harry and Chris. Chris gave Trista his wind breaker and Harry gave his jacket. They hid behind Harry while Chris stepped up to finish his business.

"I didn't think you would take it so far, Dursley." He said, the fist with the chain on it was clenched tighter. They laughed.

"Show him how it's done big D." They laughed. Dudley nodded with a smile on his face and made a horse like stance. "I'm ready for you."

Chris didn't move. "You were ready for physical combat, but when I'm mad I've only one thing to say: May the force be with you." With this, Dudley and his group laughed hysterically.

"Someone thinks Star Wars is a little too real, eh?" Dudley said. Chris smirked.

"Don't believe in movie magic do you?" He said, he leapt thirty feet into the air and stayed there. "You've made me angry, Dursley, that is something you will regret." Chris leaned his head back and sunk back to the earth. With a movement of his wrist Dudley flew forward. Chris brought his fist back and released hell onto Dudley's face. When Dudley flew back in recoil he had a large cross on his face. Chris kneed his face and landed a kick right where his head met his body.

This act of paranormal violence was enough to send the rest of Dudley's group running, but Chris had better plans. He flicked his wrist and they flew backward and down into the ground infront of them. Chris took and deep breath and put his cross back around his neck. He raised his arms and the nearest three sewer covers raised themselves up into the air and back down, crushing the remaining members of Dudley's so called gang. The wind started to pick up to incredible speeds, but only in the street. Chris let out a loud, inhuman yell that could be heard across the town of Little Whinging. The wind carried Dudley and his gang down the road, their clothes torn as well as their skin.

Chris turned back to them. "C'mon, lets go inside." He opened the door after collecting various garments. At one point he made a confused expression before walking out to the middle of the street and summoning Dudley back. After searching his jacket thoroughly, he found two pairs of underwear. After repeatedly bashing Dudley against the ground, they went inside together and the girls got dressed.

"Thanks for trying to help Harry." Kate said. Both Kate and Trista turned to Chris who was channel surfing on their large television.

"What was that exactly?" Trista asked.

"Magic." He said, continuing his surfing.

The girls looked shell shocked for a moment before wrapping their arms around him and thanking him profusely.

"You know it wasn't much, I could've electrocuted them." He said while gasping for air. They stayed for another hour and decided to leave when their parents got home. They took their time walking back to the Church.

"What was that?" Harry asked "Are you a...?" "Transfer student to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry? That I am. Well trained? That I am as well." He said simply. Harry chuckled.

"You'll enjoy it there, believe me." They turned and opened the church doors and were greeted by Reverend Presley.

"Christopher, you'll never believe what just...Oh my goodness! Harry are you allright?" He asked in his caring, usual tone.

"Fine, I doubt my aunt and uncle are going to want to see me for a while." He said dully.

"It's fine, you can bunk with Christopher. I'll get your things for you in the morning. Why don't you go clean yourself up?" He said quickly.

"I'll finish mopping; I didn't really get a chance to finish." He made a move to stand up but sat down immediately. Reverend Presley moved over and asked what was wrong.

"It always takes a lot out of me to hold it in." He said. The priest understood this and they both went to their respectful beds, to finish their chores in the morning.