DISCLAIMER: I do not own this story or any of the characters that J.K. Rowlings was nice enough to share with the world through the Harry Potter series.

Hahaha I know I'm starting another story without finishing the last…but don't worry When A Soul Is Consumed will eventually be finished…I just had the inspiration to write this one…I hope you read and review the more input you give me the better I can make this story. And just to say now ….THIS STORY WITH HAVE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE….so for those of you that are not old enough, or just don't have the stomach for it….leave now before I offend you…then again…never have felt bad for offending anyone and I don't plan of starting….so on second though…please read anyways…

Harry stared at the light his alarm clock gave off in the cold dark room of number 4 Privet Drive. The clock read 11:59 and Harry was once again awaiting the arrival of his birthday with mounting impatience.

It would be his 16th and he had to wonder if maybe this was the year that things would finally change and his life would improve for the better. So far the last week of his 15th year had been going quite well the Dursleys had actually followed the advice given by the Order Of The Phoenix and treated him if not well at least civil, and there had been a sharp increase in the food amount.

Harry couldn't admit to himself the fact that Sirius's was not his fault, he would always see it as his own. He had however found a way to not think of his death so much, exercise and complete physical exhaustion since the beginning of summer helped. It also proved to stop the mind crushing nightmares he had about his godfathers death and Voldemort, and the fitness could prove very useful in the year to come with war looming right ahead.

He was receiving constant mail and correspondence from his friends and the rest of the order, he had told them of his decision regarding Sirius's death, and while they constantly enforced the fact that none held him responsible accepted the fact that it was Harry's Decision.

He smiled at this thought, they were finally accepting his input on the matter and not disregarding it. He could only hope it would continue in the future.

He received an early birthday present from Hermione just earlier today, a thick silver chain. He loved the weight on his neck and loved the look of the silver. Then again he would have to remember to remove it around Professor Lupin so it would not injure the Werewolf.

Harry still did not know how he felt about Hermione, he couldn't decide whether or not the gift meant to her what it did to him. Then again never receiving gifts before he was 12 Harry always felt so much when anyone gave him something and this is why he couldn't recognize just what it meant.

Finally relaxing his mind and allowing his eyes to focus back into the real world the clock had just flipped to midnight and Harry laughed.

Nothing major happened as always, he didn't know why but he always felt obligated to stay up to see his birthday and wonder how he would feel when the clock turned over to reveal the end of another year and the beginning of the next.

What Harry failed to realize was that his clock was one minute fast and was just drifting into sleep when he felt a very sharp tug on his abdomen.

Quickly realizing what he was feeling his minds first though was what the hell is going on?

When he landed on a stone floor with a familiar mask looking down on him the second though was one of the most used and simplistic.

OH SHIT

The third though however was put on hold as he was literally slammed in the face with a stunner and it all went into an instant blackness with cruel laughter filling in for the background music.