A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reading this story. I really wasn't going to continue with it. However now that the story plot has rooted itself into my head I have found that I can't help, but write it. Harry may or may not seem so dark at times, but remember that he is depressed even when he acts cheery.

Jess: I know that they may seem out of character, and rightfully so they are. Sorry if it disturbs you the way they are written, but in a way I guess you could say it is AU. I say this because a lot has happened over the past five years in the world since Sirius died. The characters have changed in my opinion and some of them haven't changed for the better. Thanks for the review, and I am sorry if I offended you with the characters or my response.

Khan77: Thanks for the review, and there will be more of that to come. Since it is Harry's state of mind that is the focal point of the story. Though there will be more interesting things happening later I hope.

Nightwisp: Thank you for the review.
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Harry sat in the Leaky Cauldron sipping a fire whiskey and staring off into space. He wasn't worried about being seen. He made sure to change his appearance before he left his apartment earlier in the day. The only time he would became Harry Potter was when he stopped by Gringotts Bank. After that he took on his new appearance and kept it the rest of the day, and would keep it for the rest of his life if needed.

He had stopped by Gringotts and cleared out his vault. After sending money to his friends and taking a care of a few loose ends at the bank. He wanted nothing more than to forget that he was ever known as Harry James Potter, or The-Boy-Who-Lived!

No longer was there a scrawny twenty-year-old messy black haired boy, with emerald green eyes and glasses sitting in the Leaky Cauldron. Now there sat a twenty-year-old looking man with straight, tame, long silver hair, and silver eyes. There was no trace of the lightning shaped scar that signified the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry sat there sipping on his whiskey thinking about the one person he could never get off his mind no matter how hard he tried.

Flashback

It was a hot summer day following Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. He sat alone in his dark bedroom thinking about his godfather Sirius and they way that his own cousin killed him.

"Bellatrix will pay for what she did!" Said Harry to himself as he stared off into the darkness. "That heartless bitch will one day feel my wrath, and I will show her no mercy!"

Harry was brought out of his musing by the booming sound of Vernon's voice. "BOY! Get your ass down here!"

'What does he want now?' Thought Harry as he slowly got off his bed and make his way to the door. "What did I do this time?" Harry shouted down once he opened the door.

"BOY! Don't you raise your voice to me! One of your freaks are at the door! I will not have another freak tramping through my house, so get your ass down here and deal with her!" Shouted Vernon sounding even angrier than normal.

Harry didn't expect anyone to show up at the door. Who would come looking for him? Then he thought about it for a moment. "Shit! I forgot to send that bloody owl to them again!"

Harry made his way down the steps knowing full well that he was in trouble. He was suppose to send an owl to the Order every three days letting them know how he was being treated. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he forgot to send the last two owls to them.

Harry was shocked when he reached the landing and found that there was a witch standing inside the house with bubblegum pink hair. "Tonks!" Harry said as he looked at her. He felt a lump swell up in his throat, like when he tried to talk to Cho. He took a deep breath and tried to get his thoughts together. Unfortunately the thoughts he had were entirely inappropriate for him to be contemplating at the moment.

"Wotcher Harry." Tonks said bubbling with excitement. "Dumbledore wanted me to check in on ya since he hasn't received an owl from you in a few days."

Harry's inappropriate thoughts about Tonks were quickly replaced by angry thoughts towards Dumbledore. "You can tell that old goat that I am fine! I don't need any more of his type of help!" Harry said angrier than he had intended to. It wasn't Tonks fault that she had to come check on him, but he didn't care at the moment.

Tonks was a bit taken back by Harry's attitude and statement. "Harry we are all worried about you. It is not easy for any of us right now, especially you, but we do want to help. Harry I want to help you." Tonks put on a big smile as she looked at Harry.

Harry was still angry with Dumbledore once again interfering in his business that he didn't even seem to notice Tonks' wide grin. "I am fine and I don't need any help! You can tell that bastard that I fine so he can call off the hunt for me!"

Before Tonks could say another word Harry turned and stomped back up to his room. Tonks just looked on at him in disbelief and the left.

End Flashback

Harry sat there musing over that day, the day that continued to haunt him. 'How could I have been so mean to her? It wasn't her fault that she was chosen to come and check on me. Why did I have to show her how big an ass I could be?' Thought Harry as he downed another shot of fire whiskey.

Before Harry even realized it he had finished off the bottle of fire whiskey he had in front of him. 'I better be going. I can't sit here thinking and drinking all day.' Thought Harry as he stood up and made his way out of the back into the dead end. He made his way up to the bricks and poked them to open the doorway into Diagon Alley once more.

He spent an hour shopping for all the supplies that he would need. He needed to get a new trunk, like the fake Mad Eye Moody had in his fourth year. That way he would have enough room for all his belongings. After getting the trunk he went to get some books to begin his studying with. He wanted to get stronger so he could defeat Voldemort, and that meant more studying and training.

He made his way into robe shop and walked up to the counter. An old witch sat behind the counter and just stared at him as he stood there. "Can I help you?"

Harry looked at the old lady for a moment and a grin came to his face. "Yes, I want to get a black hooded cloak, that has a water proof charm on it. Also I would like to be fitted for a dragon vest, level five protection should suffice."

The woman looked at him for a moment as if sizing him up in her mind. "I cannot sell that type of vest without Auror clearance."

Harry just grinned as he pulled out his Auror badge. "I think you will find I have clearance."

The woman looked at the badge a moment and then looked at the man at the counter for a moment. Her eyes fell upon his forehead and then she looked him in the eyes. "I don't know how you got that badge, but I know you are not Harry Potter."

Harry gave her a scornful look and the screwed up his face until it once again resembled his true appearance. Harry grinned at her and could tell that she got the idea of whom he was. He then quickly reverted back to his previous appearance. "Now then about that vest?"

The woman couldn't believe her eyes as she continued to look at him in disbelief. "Yes sir, sorry sir. I will get started right away."

It took almost an hour for him to finally get the vest and the rest of the robes he wanted. Once he did that he had gotten everything he could in Diagon Alley. He still wasn't satisfied with what he had. He knew if he wanted to get everything he needed he would have to venture into Knockturn Alley.

He put on his new black cloak and pulled the hood over his head. Even with his new appearance he still didn't want anyone seeing what he now looked like. He then started down the alley.

He managed to get a few books on the Dart Arts and how to use them. He knew how to defend against Dart Arts, but he had to kill Voldemort, he would have to learn to use them as well.

Harry walked all the way to the end of the alley and spotted a small pub that he never seen before or knew existed. Harry looked at the sign for a moment as he read it "Jade Scorpion".

Harry made his way into the pub and was shocked to find that it was a lot bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. Harry walked up to the bar and sat down.

The bartender glared at him for a moment. "What ya want?"

Harry glared at him from under his hood but never removed it. "Fire Whiskey and let the bottle!"

The bartender sat down the bottle in front of Harry and a shot glass. Harry paid for the bottle and poured himself a shot. Being a fully trained Auror had its advantages, and one of them was that Harry learned to pick up voices far away. His blood began to boil as he listened in to the conversation, while seeming like he was just drinking.

"His lordship wants you to speak to the giants again. He wants them on his side when he is ready for the next battle." Said Nott in a hushed tone that he thought no one would hear.

"He must think it is easy getting them. He doesn't know what I went through last time." Said Macnair in a hushed tone.

Nott glared at Macnair. "He doesn't want excuses he only wants results!"

"Then he shall have them." Said Macnair in a not so sure tone of voice.

Harry heard enough, he was not going to all these Death Eaters to do anything else for Voldemort. They might not have been the highest Death Eaters on Harry's list of enemies, but they were still there. Harry stood up and staggered back a step from the barstool. He then took a few steps towards Nott and Macnair. Harry's foot caught sending him hurling towards Macnair. Harry slammed into Macnair's side and then continued towards the floor.

Macnair jumped to his feet. "What in the bloody hell!" He yelled as he went to grab his wand. However as he went for it, he found that it was no longer on him.

"Looking for this?" Harry said and then started to laugh an insane laugh as he pointed Macnair's own wand at his chest. Harry had staged the whole fall routine, which worked perfectly. As he hit into Macnair, he managed to lift his wand without him even noticing. While Macnair and Nott were distracted Harry hit and the floor and sprung back to his feet with the wand aimed at Macnair.

Nott went to grab for his wand to help his friend.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you!" Said Harry as he aimed his wand now at Nott. Harry now had both Death Eaters at wand point. "Drop it to the floor! Unless you wish to try your luck." Harry said in almost a growl as he glared at Nott.

Nott didn't like being helpless, but he dropped his wand to the floor. 'This punk will pay for this!' Thought Nott as he heard the person summon his wand off the floor.

"Now you stand up by your friend there!" Snarled Harry as he glared at Nott.

Nott reluctantly started to get up of his seat. Nott decided now was his chance to hurt the guy holding him at wand point. As Nott stood slowly, his spare wand slipped into his hand.

Harry watched Nott as he started to stand and had a good idea that he was up to something. This whole encounter had been going to easy, and sure enough he was right. Harry caught a glimpse of Nott's second wand as it hit his hand. Harry didn't even stop to think about his actions for a moment. "Crucio!" Harry shouted at Nott's feeling all his hate and rage, he had towards Bellatrix and Voldemort, being released at Nott.

Nott couldn't believe it just had just managed to get his second wand firmly in hand when he heard the man shout. At first he didn't think anything, but then the curse hit. Pain coursed through his entire body, as he dropped his wand to the floor. He then fell to his knees in pain screaming in agony.

Harry held the curse on Nott and listened to his screams. Harry's silver eyes sparkled with excitement as he listened to Nott scream in agony. Finally he released him and Nott collapsed to the floor still in pain. "I told you not to press your luck, now remember this pain! You enjoy inflicting it, so now you shall feel it! Tell your master, Voldemort, that his days are numbered! Tell him that he will get what is coming to him!" Harry said as he pulled down his hood to reveal his silver hair and silver eyes as he glared at the two Death Eaters. "Tell him that Silver Wolf is coming for him!"

There wasn't a sound within the bar as everyone's eyes were on Harry. Though he didn't care at that exact moment, because no one knew who he was. Harry wanted to make Nott and Macnair suffer more for all they had done as Death Eaters. Though as an Auror Harry knew that when he used the Cruciatus Curse, it had set off a ward at the Ministry. Any moment now Harry knew that Aurors would be coming looking for him, or rather they would be looking for Harry Potter.

Harry quickly hurled to stunning charms at Nott and Macnair. He then conjured up ropes and tied them securely up. He then pulled his hood back over his head, and returned to his seat at the bar. He grabbed his shot glass and swallowed the shot as several pops could be heard in the bar.

Harry didn't even bother to turn to see, which of his fellow Aurors had popped into the bar. He didn't really give a damn who came as long as they left him alone. Silently he cursed at himself in his mind. 'You dumb ass! Are you trying to give yourself away? Just call all the damn Aurors in here looking for Harry!"

"What happened here?" Asked a young Auror as he walked up to the bar and looked at the bartender.

The bartender looked at Harry, and when he saw the bartender's eyes he wished even more that he had never done that. However the bartender looked at the Auror and then spoke. "Those two Death Eaters there were started on some guy. I don't know what all was said or done, but one minute they were shouting and the next those two were tied up."

"Did you see who the guy was these two were fightin with?" Asked another Auror, which Harry didn't recognize.

The bartender sent a sideway glance at Harry and then shook his head no. "Didn't see too much, I was busy."

Harry couldn't believe it; everyone in the pub had seen what he done. Yet not one of them so far was saying that it was him, who cursed the two on the floor. Harry just grinned to himself as he took another shot of whiskey.

"Wotcher" Came the voice that Harry desperately did not want to hear. That was the last Auror that he wanted to see right now, and yet part of him was glad to hear her voice.

Harry turned to look at the witch who was standing beside him. She had short black hair and emerald green eyes. Harry laughed to himself, as he looked at Tonks in her disguise. She looked like a female version of Harry Potter, except she didn't have the lightning shaped scar. "Hello Darlin?" Harry said trying to sound as calm as possible. Even though there was a lump lodged inside his throat.

Tonks just smiled at him with her radiant smile. "Can I ask you a few questions?"

Harry had to fight back his laugh as he grinned at her. "Milady you can ask me anything you wish, if you answer me this. What name is befitting an angel like you?" Harry asked but mentally slapped himself for being such an arrogant sod. Though he couldn't really help it, here he was talking to the woman that he loved more than life. The very woman that he was trying to escape from for her own protection.

Tonks just blushed as she looked at the man. "You can all me Tonks Mr.…"

"Wolf" Harry said as Tonks looked at him. "You may call me Silver Wolf." Harry couldn't think of why he had chose that name, but it seemed to fit his new image. He did have silver hair and silver eyes after all, and he had to be a loner now to protect his friends. Much like a lone wolf would protect his pack.

"Well Mr. Wolf" Tonks said fighting back her grin. "I must inform you that I am an Auror sent here my the Ministry. I want to know if you saw any of the fight that took place here or if you saw who captured these two guys?" Tonks already knew who did it, but what she wanted to know now was where he got off too. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, told the Aurors that it was Harry Potter's wand signature that set off the wards. That is how Tonks knew it was Harry that did it, but as she looked around the pub she didn't see him anywhere. Though with what she now knew about him he could be hiding anywhere.

Harry looked at Tonks and tried to mask his impious grin that threatened to show itself. "I am sorry Miss Tonks, but as you see I am here for a drink. Nothing more or less, so no I didn't see anything. Though I did hear the guy say something about he was going to kill Voldemort."

Tonks flinched a bit at his comment. She had never heard anyone except Harry and Dumbledore speak the Dark Lords name with such malice in their voice. She knew there was something about the guy that struck her as being strange.

Tonks was pulled out of her musing by the voice of her commander. "Tonks wrap it up we're leaving."

Tonks smiled at Harry. "Thanks for your help. Maybe we will see each other again."

Harry gave her a mischievous grin. "I am sure we will." Harry had to fight back all the inappropriate comments that were coming to mind. Thoughts that he couldn't say to her at this time. Not when he was trying to help save her life, by staying out of her life.

Tonks smiled at him for a moment longer and then Apparated back to the office. Harry watched as she left and turned back to his drink. Harry looked at the bartender and smiled as he motioned for him to come over. Harry waited till the bartender was near him and then spoke in a low voice only high enough for the bartender to hear. "I don't know why you didn't turn me into those Aurors, but thank you."

The bartender smiled at Harry. "Anyone that would handle two Death Eaters like you did and speak of the Dark Lord like you did is okay by me. Though I do fear that you have made yourself some strong enemies."

Harry drank down his last shot and looked at the bartender. "They may be strong in numbers, but they are weak in power. I have been an enemy of theirs for years, and no reason to change that now."

The bartender turned and grabbed another bottle of Fire Whiskey then he sat on the bar in front of Harry. "Compliments of the boss." The bartender said with a smile and then turned and walked away.

Harry looked at the bottle for a moment and then picked it up and poured another shot. As he was about to set down the bottle down he saw that there was a note stuck to the bottom. Harry pulled it off and read it to himself. "Go to the back room, the boss would like a word with you."

Harry sat down the bottle and then checked to make sure his wand, and the death eaters' wands were in place. He decided to keep their wands since he knew the ministry would be monitoring for his wand signature now. He slowly stood up and walked along the bar until he came to a door that had a sign saying manager on it. Harry knocked on the door and then went in.

"Come in Mr. Wolf and sit down." The man, presumably the owner, said as he sat behind the desk in the office.

Harry closed the door and walked over to the desk and sat down in the chair in front of it. "You wanted to see me?"

The man stood up and Harry got his first real look at the man. He stood about six foot tall and had short black hair, and a black beard. He had on a black cloak that concealed all his other clothing, which had a Jade Scorpion embroidered on it. "I am known as Spade, and I am the owner of this fine establishment. I heard about your run in with those Death Eaters.."

"I am sorry." Interrupted Harry because he figured that this Spade guy was mad about the fight in his bar.

"No, no there is nothing to be sorry about. I was very impressed by how you handled yourself out there. That display to throw them off their guard was a brilliant tactic. I could use someone like you working for me." Spade said as he looked at Harry.

Harry just looked at the man for a moment. His Auror training flashing through his head telling him that something was wrong with this situation. Something about this guy told Harry that he shouldn't deal with him, but yet Harry felt that he needed too. "Please continue you have my attention."