You. Miscreants. I'm trying to be kind of authentic British like, or as much as my North Carolina self can manage without knowing any British folk in person. Therefore, when I say 'football', I intend for it to mean 'soccer'. Though if you couldn't have understood that on your own, I may have broken down and cried.

Wow. Was reading this fun little fic on ffn...was greatly enjoying it...and then...the bane of my HP fanhood...H/G. dies No warning whatsoever. Well, that's not true. There was a warning, and I caught it, and ran for my life. Oh how I loathe the H/G pairing. Every time I see it...it just enrages me, to the point that I sulk and avoid fanfiction for the next few hours. Unless I find something really cool to calm me down. Like...anything by Thesteffis. Or other fics that don't go down the H/G line. :P

Oh, how I dearly wish Eldryn didn't get sacked from ffn.

The morning sun had risen over the ocean horizon three hours ago, and the relatively cloudless morning left the sun to partake in beautiful reflections on the ocean surface. Harry was enjoying this view at the time, leaning on the window ledge. A waft of morning air ruffled his hair, making it stand slightly on end for a moment, before falling back in place. A soft knocking interrupted his rare, peaceful moment, and he frowned at the heavy wooden door that he had magically installed to ensure privacy in his bedroom. "Come in," He replied to the knock.

Tonks opened and stepped through the door, closing it behind her. Harry eyed her as she walked in; Today, her hair was waist length and royal blue, her eyes were a clear, bright violet color and she was a bit on the short side, only about five feet tall. Her face was heart shaped, and she took on a dancer's build. She was wearing a sleeveless, white sundress, and was barefoot. Harry thought, that with the slight build, and the long blue hair, she looked a bit like a faerie. His thought was reinforced when she skipped into his room, grinning an innocent, girlish smile. He burst at laughing, and she grinned widely.

"What was the first thing that came to mind, your Harryness?" Tonks inquired, smiling mischevously.

"That you looked like a faerie." Harry replied, completely serious.

Tonks laughed, "Excellent. I was going for anime princess, but your answer is just as good."

"Anime?" Harry inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"A muggle form of entertainment. The women have unnaturally large eyes, and exotic hair colors. They're usually very attractive, as well. Which I was also going for." Tonks batted her eyes flirtaciously, while somehow managing to look shy and downright lustful at the same time.

Harry grinned predatorily and slowly stalked towards her. He licked his upper lip as he got closer to her, and reached out to take hold of her arm. Before he could, she danced away from his grasp, grinning the whole way. "Sorry, Harry, but I have to get back to the Ministry." She winked at him, as he growled, then turned to walk back out of his room, swaying her hips all the way.

"Tonks," Harry called as she opened the door. She turned around and sent him a questioning look. "Tease." He simply said, then grinned. She winked again and swayed out the door.

Harry smiled and shook his head, amused by Tonks' antics. He went back to the window ledge, and resumed watching the scenery outside.

It was ten minutes til six o' clock, and Harry was casually strolling through Diagon Alley. He had taken on the look of an elderly, non-threatening man, this time around. He passed by Gringotts, chuckling softly at the turmoil he had caused for the Wizarding world, by assaulting the stronghold of their money-keepers. A stand off had been going on since the break-in, the Goblins not coming out, and not allowing anybody in. They blamed the Wizarding world for spawning the person responsible for the break-in, and were not happy in the least with it. Harry nearly burst into laughter as he saw Arthur Weasley trying to negotiate with them. He shook his head and stepped up to the Merlin statue at the corner of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. He bowed his head towards it, and discreetly slipped his reply letter between the base of the statue and the wall of the neighboring building. He stepped away and continued on his apparent casual stroll of Diagon Alley, nobody paying him any mind.

He stopped a block away, and took a seat on a bench placed next to the street. He opened a copy of The Daily Prophet, and pretended to be reading it while watching the Merlin statue, waiting to see someone take the letter, and if possible, discover who it was.

At exactly six o' clock, Harry noticed a figure pause momentarily next to the statue, and summon the letter to his hand. The person's identity was kept from Harry, as he, Harry guessed it was a man by the size, was dressed in large robes, and a full-brimmed hat that was lowered over his face. Harry stood from his seat and strode as quick as his current form would allow to the corner. He reached the corner and was a block behind the stranger, who looked to be heading towards the Leaky Cauldron, and possibly Muggle London. He began closing the gap a bit as the stranger passed through the brick wall, and into the Leaky Cauldron. They were a mere fifty feet apart as the stranger left the Leaky Cauldron, and entered the streets of London. Harry slowed his pace once on the sidewalk, and dropped off a bit, so as not to arrouse suspicion. Harry was keeping him in site, and a good amount of people were between them. He was cut off from his prey by a bus that turned in front of him, just as he was about to cross the street. Harry made several rude gestures towards the driver, who honked in response. He rushed across the street, but it was too late; The man was nowhere to be seen.

Harry groaned in frustration and hobbled along the sidewalk, looking for any alleys the person could've ducked into. There were none. Sighing, he turned around and went back to the Leaky Cauldron, where he disapparated back to Lion Castle.

Harry had only returned to Lion Castle for a hand full of minutes, before disapparating back to the main land, to await the return letter, detailing their meeting in Glasgow. He was currently in a park, outside of York. His appearance was quite similar to his usual self, but his hair was slightly longer, and his chin was broadened a bit. Very slight changes, but more than enough to prevent anyone from recognizing him. He was sprawled out lazily across a bench, overlooking a small pond, wearing tight leather pants, and a t-shirt emblazoned with a 70's era British punk band, specifically the Sex Pistols. Depending on the type of muggle that walked by, he either recieved poorly concealed dirty looks, or appreciative smiles. The former being middle aged, respectable looking characters who no doubt remembered, without any amount of fondness, the havoc that said band wrecked upon the youth society of that era. The latter, were of course modern day fans of the genre, which included one group of fairly good looking women that caught his attention. Harry sent a smile their way, fully intending to be obvious that he was checking them out. They responded by blowing kisses, much to Harry's delight. His new plan of following them was interrupted with the arrival of an owl, bearing a letter for him. Harry cursed quietly, and hurriedly read through the letter.

Harry,

I'm glad that you've decided to accept this 'invitation,' and as previously stated, here are the details of our meeting: Seven o' clock sharp, tomorrow evening. Visiting team locker room of Ibrox stadium. I trust that getting by security won't be a problem for you, and I hardly believe that I need to tell you to come alone.

And before you start driving yourself insane, trying to remember where you've heard of this stadium, think back to Dean Thomas' football fascination. He more than likely mentioned it as being the home field of the Glasgow Rangers.

Seven o' clock. Alone.

A friend

Harry smiled slightly at a memory of Dean Thomas, back during the Hogwarts days, thoroughly annoying many of his classmates with his constant prattling about various football teams from England and Scotland. He wondered if this meant that the person sending the letters went to Hogwarts as well. Harry was broke from his musings, as one of the women he'd meant to pursue before recieving the letter, sat down next to him on the bench. He swallowed his surprise, and looked at her. The first thing he noticed were extremely painful looking knee-high platform boots, with a smattering of spikes over them. His gaze went upward, taking in a small, rather tightly fitting skirt that reached her upper thigh while sitting down. Harry took pleasure in examining the patches sewn into the skirt, which appeared to amount to a recorded history of concerts she'd been to.

"If you would stop staring at my legs, maybe we can talk?" She mildly spoke, causing Harry to stop his examination of her skirt.

Harry forced down the urge to blush, and looked up, eye to eye with her. Before getting that high, he noticed she was wearing a midriff baring My Dying Bride shirt, and had a rather cutish belly button ring that he briefly imagined poking with his tongue. She was wearing a black choker, and her hair was piled ontop of her head, in a complicated fashion that Harry couldn't have hoped to comprehend. Several strands of raven black hair framed her face, which bore two violently purple eyes. Harry couldn't help but jump slightly in suprise as he noticed this feature, causing her to laugh.

"Contacts, don't worry." She smiled slightly, and extended her hand to him. "Clarissa."

"Harry," He responded, shaking her hand. It was warm and smooth to the touch, with a hint of metallic cold, which he noticed was caused by the wearing of a good deal of rings on her fingers. He examined her a bit less conspicuously, and saw that she had many piercings in her ears. She was, in Harry's opinion, a very attractive woman.

"So, are you type to just sit on a bench in a park, smile at pretty girls that walk by, but don't talk to them?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly. Harry noticed in admiration, that it was a perfectly groomed eyebrow, and a very sexy smile.

"Why would I need to talk to you, when you sat down here instead and talked to me?" Harry countered with his own raised eyebrow and a smile.

"It's good manners." She replied.

Harry shrugged, keeping his smile. "So, are you the type to walk by guys sitting on benches in the park, then sit next to them and engage them in conversation when they smile at you?"

"Only when he's gorgeous, and wearing a shirt paying homage to my favorite band." She tapped him on the chest, letting her finger nail drag over him for a moment, before bringing it back.

Harry chuckled. "Well in that case..." He trailed off, looking her up and down, then turning a smirk to her.

Clarissa laughed, and was accompanied by a snort, and another set of laughter from behind the bench. She and Harry jerked their hands around, looking at the culprits. It was the other women from the group that Clarissa was a part of, before sitting to chat with Harry. They had sneaked up on the two, to eavesdrop.

"Harry," Clarissa said, smiling ruefully, "This is Megan," She waved her hand towards a reasonably tall blonde, that was dressed similarly to Clarissa. "And this is Katlyn," She jabbed her finger at the one that snorted, a brunette about the same height as Megan. Harry raised his eyebrows at her clothing, which seemed to be the antithesis of Clarissa and Megan's; Plaid skirt, sandals, a pink knit cotton shirt, and diamond earings. She carried a designer purse, and the aura of a princess.

Clarissa saw Harry's surprise at the appearance of the third member of her group, and laughed openly. She was joined by the other two. "Katlyn is our anchor. She makes sure that me and Megan behave ourselves. It's been that way since we were thirteen. She doesn't really enjoy a lot of the same things we do, so she's like our guardian angel. Best friends though." Clarissa, Megan, and Katlyn grinned.

Harry nodded, and smiled. "It's nice to meet you." He nodded at the other two.

"Likewise." Megan replied. Katlyn smiled sweetly and waved, but said nothing.

"So, Harry. We were getting ready to go out and have a few drinks, do you want to join us?" Clarissa asked, looking slightly hopeful at Harry.

Harry thought about it for a moment, and decided that it would be okay. "Sure."

Clarissa smiled, and they began walking along the path, towards the city.

It wasn't until eleven o' clock that Harry apparated back to Lion Castle, accompanied by a faint smell of alcohol, and a slip of paper containing Clarissa's home number, cell number, email address, and screen name. The Dining Hall was currently occupied by Harry's inner circle, who drew around him quickly, demanding to know where he was.

"Calm down," Harry said, "I was just out at a pub. No worries."

"Getting drunk?" Sirius asked, quickly looking interested.

"Sirius!" Hermione warned, then turned back to Harry, to be met with a raised hand.

"No, I wasn't getting drunk," Sirius looked slightly disappointed, and Harry continued, "I met a few girls, and went out with them for a few drinks. Although, only a couple drinks happened, the rest of the time was spent talking."

"Alright, Harry!" Sirius beamed, while Remus grinned. Hermione and Tonks looked scandalized, and Snape sneered.

"So how were they?" Sirius asked with a wink. Hermione gasped at the implication, and glared at Sirius. Tonks glared as well. Remus and Snape shook their heads, but watched Harry closely for his response.

"Nothing happened, Sirius." Harry replied, seeing the looks that Hermione and Tonks bore. They looked somewhat relieved, much to Harry's own relief. Sirius looked slightly crestfallen, and Harry leaned towards him, and whispered into his ear, "Not yet anyway. The best looking one gave me four different ways to contact her, whenever I want." He pulled back slightly and gave Sirius a barely noticeable wink, and got a grin in response. Hermione and Tonks both looked slightly suspicious at Harry's whispering, but since they couldn't hear what he said, they had no further reason to glare at him.

"So, did you find out who sent the letter?" Remus asked, breaking the remaining tension.

Harry shook his head, "No. Whoever it was, picked up the letter, and managed to elude me in muggle London. The reply I got, told me to meet him in a football stadium in Glasgow. Ibrox, it's called."

"Home of the Glasgow Rangers," Remus stated. "I attended a few of their games after the first war was over. Easy to forget things in that atmosphere." He quietly added. The others nodded in understanding.

"What time are you supposed to meet him?" Hermione asked.

"Seven in the evening."

The coming meeting was discussed for awhile longer, until Harry informed him that he was was tired, and was heading for sleep.

He lay in bed half an hour later, watching the fog drift over the ocean, blotting out the moonlight. He was absently thinking back to the battle aboard the galleon train, and his face off against Draco Malfoy. He longed to catch the slimey little git and make him suffer until armageddon came, and he put much effort into imagining how the fight would've ended had Malfoy not eluded him.

His fantasies were interrupted as a frantic banging on his door started, causing Harry to quickly get out of bed and throw on a robe. He walked quickly to his door, and opened it, seeing Remus there. "What is it?" Harry asked.

"Death Eaters are attacking Dublin. They burned an orphanage to the ground, with everyone inside it. They're currently laying seige to a hospital. Hundreds of innocent muggles are dying." Remus responded, fingering his wand. "The Order of the Phoenix has been called up in its entirety, so we're all port keying out of here, and then apparating there. We'll need help." He looked pleadingly at Harry.

Harry quickly nodded. He may not have cared much for the Order of the Phoenix, but muggle children and adults who'd done nothing to wrong him, didn't deserve to have their lives snuffed out on the whim of a psychotic. Harry summoned his helmet to him, which was on a shelf next to his bed. He put it on, and transfigured his robe into a thicker, flame resistant robe. He cast several charms on it to make it repel most minor curses, and to make it easier to move around in. Lastly, he summoned his sword to him, and attached it around his waist. He nodded that he was ready, and Remus took off down the stairs, with Harry on his heels.

They arrived back in the Dining Hall, to see everyone, minus Snape, fidgetting anxiously, ready to go. They looked relieved that Harry had decided to join them. "These are the coordinates, Harry. Professor Snape is already there, with Voldemort. Be careful that you don't hurt him." Hermione said, handing him a slip of parchment, containing the coordinates for where the attack was going on. Harry looked at them and memorized them, getting ready to disapparate.

"None of you know who I am, or that I'm there. I'll apparate behind the Death Eater lines, and destroy them from there," Harry seemed to think a moment, then removed his helmet, and shortened his hair. He styled it so that his lightning bolt scar was visible to the world, and he nodded grimly, in satisfaction. "I think it's time that Voldemort learned that I'm still alive." With that, he disapparated to Dublin, quickly followed by the rest of his inner circle.

Harry arrived to a scene of carnage. He was in a burnt out shell of a room, which he quickly recognized as a waiting room from a hospital. He crept forward to the doors, where he saw a dozen or so Death Eaters bunkered below a low wall, overlooking a parking lot. Every couple seconds, several of them would raise up and fire curses towards the parking lot below. Fire was burning everywhere, and smoke filled Harry's nostrils. Screams came from every direction, and shouts of hexes and curses were continuously heard. Harry slowly poked his head through the door, being sure to not attract any attention, and saw a building burning furiously across the street. It was the orphanage, and Harry's blood boiled in rage. He stepped back away from the doors, and looked around the waiting room he had apparated into. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a very large, and very heavy looking receptionist's desk against the far wall. He raised his arm to it, and summoned it with all the power he could muster. It ripped away from the wall, and came flying towards him, several hundred pounds of solid mahogany. He pulled at it with even more power, and it sped up. He directed it past him, and crashed it through the doorway, shattering the frames and walls like glass, and causing the Death Eaters to jerk around in surprise.

Harry could only imagine the fear that showed on their faces as they saw what was coming towards them, but it would've only lasted a second, as the desk slammed into the middle of their group, and crashed through the wall, falling to the parking lot below. Six Death Eaters were caught in the path of the desk, and their bones were shattered to dust between it and the wall. Harry menacingly stepped out of the remains of the doors, and drew his sword. The remaining Death Eaters grouped together with their wands raised, practically cowering in fear.

One of them noticed the scar on Harry's forehead, and stammered in disbelief, "Harry P-P-Potter!" He fainted dead away, and Harry strode forward, raising his sword above his head. The Death Eaters frozen in shock, and Harry leaped into the midst of them, violently swinging his sword in a clockwise motion over his head. He decapitated three of them, before the remaining ones reacted, ducking to the ground and rolling away. They jumped to their feet and began firing curses at him, which he dodged and blocked with his sword. He pounced towards one Death Eater that had his back to the wall, and ran him through the chest with his blade. Harry stabbed with such force, that the blade penetrated through the stone wall, pinning the Death Eater there.

Harry let go of the sword, and wandlessly cast the reductor curse at the closer of the two Death Eaters. He was unable to dodge, and the curse hit him full in the chest, exploding through his clothing, skin, and bones, spraying blood and flesh everywhere. The corpse flew over the wall, and into the parking lot that was filled with Aurors. Harry turned to the last remaining Death Eater, and casually moved his head to the side as the killing curse was hurtled at him. Harry smiled dangerously, and summoned the person to him, who screamed in surprise. Harry sidestepped just as he was about to fly into him, and wrapped his arms around the neck and head of the Death Eater. Harry snapped his neck, and let the body fall to the ground. He stepped back to the Death Eater who was desperately holding onto life, while the sword was impaled through his chest. Harry removed the Death Eater's mask, revealing it to be a Ravenclaw that Harry vaguely recognized from Hogwarts, but the name he couldn't remember. He placed his hand on the pommel of the sword, and gave it a twist, making the person scream in agony. Harry pulled the sword out, with a little bit of effort, and let the person drop to the ground. Harry finished him off by thrusting the sword downward through the back of his head.

Harry jogged through the smoke filled hallways of the hospital, stepping over bodies of the dead. If he hadn't spent the past eight years in Azkaban, witnessing the countless atrocities that Voldemort committed, he might've been sick at the sight of several dozen dead muggles, with blood soaking the walls and floor like a flood that had risen from the depths of hell. He had come across, and killed several more Death Eaters, but he couldn't seem to find a good concentration of them. Several times he had looked out a window, to see the Auror's below tryign to mount an attack, and get inside the hospital. Each time, curses rained down on them from above like rain. Harry was currently on his way to those upper floors, hoping to find several Death Eaters he could wipe out with a single curse. The upper floors were the only source of screams now, and Harry made haste to get there. He looked out a nearby window, looking to see where the curses were coming from. He noticed one window that nothnig was being fired from, and apparated up to it. He entered to find the room occupied only by the burnt and bloody corpse of a young man, who was still in his bed.

Harry knew that Death Eaters were in the next room, and pointed his sword to the wall seperating them. "Reducto," He muttered. The blade glowed as magic flowed through it, firing out the end and to the wall. There was a loud explosion, and a wide hole was there now in its place. Harry jumped through it, and faced the surprised Death Eaters. There were two of them. He cursed at not having found more, and took his anger out on the Death Eater that was closest to him. He waved his hand in a slicing motion, and the same red light that slashed through Theodore Nott on the galleon train, sliced through its current target. The remaining Death Eater showed some initiative and sensibility, by transfiguring a broken table leg into a long sword. He raised it, and charged at Harry, swinging powerfully. Harry parried the blow to the side, and tripped the Death Eater as his momentum carried him past. He pounced at the man before he could get back to his feet, and stabbed him through his heart.

Harry left the room, and saw a group of Death Eaters running down the hall, and into a room on the opposite side of the hallway. Harry smiled in anticipation, and ran to the door that had entered. He paused outside of it, drew a deep breath, and charged through the door, breaking it open. He was met with the sight of twenty Death Eaters circled around a meeting table, listening to orders coming from an obvious high ranking member of Voldemort's forces. They all spun to face him as came through the door, and Harry grinned maniacally.

"Potter!" The leader spat, recognizing him.

Harry recognized the voice, and quickly placed a name to it. "Lucius." He drawled out, in a mocking imitation of the traditional Malfoy tone.

"So you did survive Azkaban...this is very convienent, for the Dark Lord was most upset at not being able to kill you himself. Now he still has that option." Lucius Malfoy sneered out.

Harry ignored him, and spoke. "I want you to take a message back to your dear old master, Lucius. Tell him that I'm back, and that I want to bathe in his blood."

Lucius laughed, "Really, Potter. I think you take your abilities to be much stronger than what they are. You're outnumbered twenty to one."

"I've already killed nineteen of your Death Eaters on the way up here." Harry responded. "Now, Lucius. I want you to witness this." Harry threw his hands out toward Lucius, and cast a thick, magical bubble around him. Lucius pounded against it, but to no avail. Most of the Death Eaters in the room took that is their cue to attack Harry, while the rest tried to free Lucius from the bubble. Harry drew a magical shield around himself, and flipped his sword around, so that it was pointing down to the floor. He closed his eyes and began chanting softly, seemingly growing unaware of the world outside of the shield. Power began building around him, drawing towards him like a black hole. One by one, the Death Eaters stopped attacking, and watched nervously as Harry continued summoning magical energy to him. In all, five seconds had past, then Harry's hands glowed as bright as the sun, causing everyone that was looking, to jerk their heads away in pain. Harry slammed the blade of his sword into the floor, and a thick rushing sound was heard through that part of the building, as white hot flames shot up from the floor, and engulfed everyone in the room.

The inferno lasted only a second, but it was time enough to turn every unprotected body to ash, as well as every bit of furniture in the room, the walls, and the ceiling. The floor was scorched, but the magic involved prevented it from being harmed too much. Harry and Lucius were the only ones left alive in the room. Harry lowered his shield, and the bubble surrounding Lucius. He could still feel the heat from the inferno, causing him to break into a light sweat. "Do you see what I'm capable of, Lucius?" Harry asked, while grinning.

Lucius scowled, only partly able to hide his fear, and touched his hand to the Dark Mark on his arm, and whispered a few words. "The Dark Lord will not find trouble in you, Potter. He will dispatch of you with ease."

"Remember my message, Lucius." Harry stated.

Lucius Malfoy sneered, and disapparated. Harry heard similar pops from around the building, and took it to mean that the rest of the Death Eaters had retreated. Harry likewise apparated away, and back to Lion Castle, allowing the Aurors to finish up whatever might remain as opposition.

Harry and the rest of his inner circle sat around a table in the Dining Hall the following morning. They each held a steaming mug of coffee in their hands. Severus had just been allowed leave from Voldemort's stronghold, and went immediately to Lion Castle. The Order of the Phoenix members had been released from their meeting with Dumbledore a couple hours previous, so they had been up discussing with Harry the events of the night.

"The Dark Lord wasn't very pleased that you killed thirty-eight of his minions, Potter. That put a rather sizeable dent in one of his stronger companies. He punished Lucius Malfoy with the Cruciatus curse for several minutes, for being the one to deliver your message." Severus spoke.

"So, Malfoy did deliver the message, then?" Harry asked.

"Yes. It caused quite a stir with everyone that heard it. There were several people I heard that were discussing defecting away from the Dark Lord, to escape your wrath." Severus replied, chuckling.

Harry grinned. It wasn't what he had planned to happen, but he was happy with it nonetheless. "Excellent. Now, as much as I wish to remain discussing these issues, I need to sleep, so that I can be on my toes for the meeting this evening."

The rest of the table nodded, bidding him a good sleep, as he used some excess magical energy to float up the sets of stairs to his chambers.

Harry awoke at five thirty, feeling refreshed. He threw on a loose pair of pants and a pair of sandals, then walked down to the dining hall. He was met with an appreciative whistle from Tonks, who was the only one there.

"Love the body, Harry. Especially the tattoos." She said with a wink.

Harry smiled in response. "Love your body as well, especially without the clothes."

Tonks laughed, and Harry looked her over. She was currently a brunette knock out, standing about five feet, seven inches tall. She had a thin build, with salivating curves in the most fantastic places. Her eyes were green, but not vibrant like Harry's.

"Well, Harry. I think we should carry on from where we left off, yesterday." She said, morphing her appearance back to what she called, the 'anime princess' look. But instead of the sundress, she was wearing a white blouse and a thigh length skirt.

Harry grinned, "I agree."

Tonks stepped forward to Harry, to the point that she had to crane her neck back to look up at him. Harry placed his hands on her hips, and slowly lowered his head to hers, watching her lips in anticipation. Softly, they made contact, and Tonks wrapped her arms around his neck. She moved upwards ever so slightly, and gently flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. He somewhat brought his own tongue out, and counter-flicked her lip, starting a battle between the two. They danced over each other, each trying to gain access to the other's mouth, before finally settling into a rythmic, massaging pace. Harry's hands roamed around to the small of her back, and Tonks' trailed her right hand down his chest, scraping her finger nails over his skin, bringing out an involuntary shudder from him. She tangled her other hand in his hair, and he slipped his hands under the hem of her blouse, and ran his fingers over her skin, admiring the smooth feel of her, and her subtle, yet toned muscles. Tonks backed her head away slightly and took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down and sucking. Harry opened his eyes and the tingling sensation, and saw her watching him closely. He met her eyes, and they stared into one another, in a near trance.

"Ahem." The sound of doom was followed by a slight cough, causing Harry and Tonks to jump apart. Tonks straightened her shirt, and Harry sent a powerful blast of air at the intruder.

Sirius was hit by the blast, and was blown backwards several feet. He never lost his grin, and rose back to his feet. "I knew it!" He exclaimed.

"Damn it, Sirius!" Harry wailed, while glaring at his godfather.

"Yes, Sirius. Go the fuck away, you're interrupting." Tonks snarled.

Sirius merely grinned. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. I saw it coming the day you first attacked her in Hermione's apartment, Harry!"

Harry scowled.

"Now the moment's ruined!" Tonks cried, looking ready to hit Sirius for his infraction.

Sirius seemed to realize that he was risking quite a bit of physical harm by remaining there after interrupting, and made to leave. "Right, anyway. I just came by to remind you to wear armor to your meeting tonight, Harry. No telling if it might be a trap. Apparate away if anything goes wrong, and be careful." That said, he portkeyed back out.

Harry sighed, and turned to Tonks. "Well...that was good while it lasted."

Tonks smiled, "Yes it was. Continue?"

Harry frowned and shook his head slowly, "Not yet. I really need to get ready for the meeting. I need to find some armor and cast some special encantations over it, and that will take time. But I'd love to, after returning."

Tonks nodded, "Very well. Do you want any help?"

"I don't need any, but you can keep me company while I'm down there."

Together, they marched down to Harry's vault, chatting light heartedly all the way.

It didn't take long for Harry to find something that he felt was comfortable, and not entirely conspicuous. It was finely crafted chainmail, that had size adjusting charms to allow it to fit to the wearer's specifications. Half an hour was spent afterwards charming it and modifying it to be as safe as could be.

Finally, at around six thirty, Harry deemed that it was time to depart. He pulled the armor on over his head, and smiled as he felt the magical aura it possessed. He could feel his senses sharpen, and felt an extra reserve of adrenalin form in his head. He put on a heavy dragon hide cloak over the chainmail, then pulled on dragon hide boots and gloves, making him impervious to nearly everything but the killing curse, except for his face, which remained unarmored. Harry gave Tonks a quick kiss, and and whispered a farewell to her, then disapparated up to his bed chambers, and donned his helmet. He pulled the hood of his cloak over the helmet, then attached his belt and sword to his waist. Harry went over his mental checklist, assuring himself that he was ready for anything that could be thrown at him. Once assured, he disapparated.

Harry apparated into a deserted alley of Glasgow, near Ibrox Stadium. He quickly cast an invisibility charm over himself, and floated over traffic to the stadium. The parking lot was nearly empty, making Harry sigh in relief. Now he wouldn't have to expend a whole lot of energy on sneaking. He lowered himself to the ground near one of the back entrances of the stadium, and magically unlocked the door. He quietly edged in, and made his way down the hallway, following signs directing to the locker rooms. It didn't take him long to find the visitor's locker room, and he went back to the nearest corner and crouched at it, watching the door, and laying in wait for seven o' clock.

Twenty minutes passed, and nobody went into the room. Harry frowned, and check his watch, which he had charmed to be seen by him while invisible, to confirm the time. It was six fifty-nine, time to go in. Harry took of the invisibility charm, and walked down the hall, back to the door. He kept an eye on his watch, and exactly when it hit seven o' clock, he opened the locker room door, and walked in. The first thing that caught his attention was a tall, hooded figure wearing a completely concealing cloak. Harry moved his hand to the pommel of his sword, ready to draw at the first sign of hostilities.

"Harry Potter." The cloaked figure stated, more than asked.

"Yes." Harry confirmed, tightening his grip on the pommel.

"We have much to discuss." The figure continued.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

The figure stood before Harry, and lowered the hood of his robes, grinning happily at him.

For the first time in quite awhile, Harry was truly shocked. "Neville?" He gasped.

Booyah! Bet you didn't see that coming, eh, ya hizmos?

I credit that ending to skittles-07. Without that review, I never would've made the mystery person Neville. :P

In fact, I was kind of at a loss, as to who it was going to be...was probably going to settle with an OC, but...Neville was a much better idea. You have my thanks.

Anyway...longest chapter I've written, nearly 6300 words, counting author notes.