In the Shadows Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

The old Wizard slowly descended the stairs taking in all that he saw; including that Harry was standing very close to Tonks, something Dumbledore noticed Harry did a lot of lately. He also took his eyes towards the two warriors Tonks had brought in. The one who emanated an ice mist was known to him, or at least the lineage was. The other one was unknown to him. Dumbledore could sense no soul within him, only a burning sensation.

"Hello Tonks, I see you have brought the reinforcements you mentioned. I had no idea you would bring the illustrious Sub Zero into our midst" Dumbledore smiled at the cryomancer.

"Illustrious?" Harry was confused.

"There is an ancient fighting tournament that has been in existence for almost ten millennia or more, we're not sure. All we know is that Wizards and human alike have lost their lives in fighting it" Dumbledore said.

"I am a champion of Mortal Kombat, Harry. So is Hanzo. We have both fought and killed in these tournaments; they are fights to the death" Sub Zero explained.

"As such, Tonks asked us to teach you the finer points of fighting to kill someone. The wizards will teach techniques; we will teach mindset" Hanzo elaborated, keeping a keen eye on Snape.

"Indeed, now I think Severus you should have that arm looked at, Madam Pomfrey is upstairs. I shall summon her down" Dumbledore turned and called for Madam Pomfrey.

The healer bustled down the stairs and began tending to Snape's injuries, resetting the bone was a very difficult problem and Snape's arm would be very sore for a few weeks and no doubt with that would come a surlier and aggravated attitude from the Potions Master.

After the healer helped Snape from the room, Dumbledore turned himself and followed them up the stairs. Sub Zero clapped Harry on the shoulder, taking Tonks with him up the stairs. As she walked, Tonks shot a glance back at Harry, a questioning and lingering gaze.

This left Hanzo and Harry alone for a moment. Hanzo turned and looked at the young man, as if scanning him. Then he stepped up to Harry, it was very intimidating for the boy but he was at ease when an open hand was proffered. Harry took the hand with all the strength and courage he could muster, a small smile on his face.

"You are an honourable young man, Harry Potter" Hanzo said.

"Thanks, but what makes you say that?" Harry asked.

"You put yourself between danger and my goddaughter, for what reason I can only guess. But you did it, none the less" Hanzo released Harry's hand and walked away.

'Well I have a reason, but I think you'd laugh at me for it. Or do me over worse than Snape' Harry kept a chuckle from his voice.

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Harry went upstairs to his room; Ron was there, getting a backrub from Luna. Harry smiled again, admiring his friends' happiness. Harry lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. Slowly, but surely Harry drifted off to sleep; the last thing he heard was Ron giving Luna a foot rub, something recommended to him by Hermione's father, Vincent.

When both boys were asleep, Luna bunking in with Hermione and Ginny, the door opened. It was Hanzo, he came in and knelt beside Harry and looked at him, he was muttering in his sleep again. Harry's scar, his famous scar; it was glowing green a little.

'Voldermort. If he wishes to play these games, then I believe it is time to even the scales' Hanzo reached forward and pressed two fingers to the scar.

Harry was in the graveyard again, Cedric was dead and Voldermort was alive, and staring him down. Harry felt beaten down and tired. He was barely able to raise his head and look Voldermort in the eyes.

"Well young Potter, it looks as if you shall die here, with no one here to help you, not Dumbledore, not Sirius, no one. You will die alone" Voldermort sneered.

"Aveda Kedavra" Voldermort cried out.

The jet of green energy flew towards Harry, and he stared right at it. Just before it hit, a yellow blur grabbed Harry and moved him from the path of the spell. Harry opened his eyes and saw someone who seemed familiar. He wore a black jumpsuit with a yellow vest and loin cloth. His face semi-covered by a mask that left only his eyes visible.

"Time I think to allow a man to fight him, just this once" the man said and stood up.

"So, you're the powerful Lord Voldermort. So powerful you prove your power by tormenting a young boy not out of school yet. You're pathetic" Voldermort was getting angry at his detractor.

"Who are you, interloper?" Voldermort raised his wand.

"My name is Hanzo Hasashi, finest warrior of the Shirai Ryu ninja clan. And your Angel of Death" Hanzo replied and then lowered to fighting stance.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with, ninja, leave while you can" Voldermort said, firing another Aveda Kedavra.

The spell hit Hanzo square in the chest. Harry looked on in horror, thinking he'd got another person killed due to his bond to Voldermort. However, to both his and Voldermort's surprise, Hanzo was still standing, indeed he looked at the small scorch mark where the spell hit him and then looked at Voldermort.

"I'm curious, after killing me with that curse, what was your plan?" Hanzo asked.

Before Voldermort could respond, Hanzo launched himself at him, starting off by throwing a savage knee into the Dark Lord's gut, doubling him over. Hanzo followed up by slamming his elbow onto the back of Voldermort's neck, a loud crack signalled its breaking. Voldermort dropped to the ground, twitching feebly. Hanzo gave him a look of contempt then stamped on his head, breaking the skull. He then turned to Harry.

"Never alone, young Harry" Hanzo said.

Harry sat bolt upright in bed, sweating, but not hurting. His looked around rapidly, trying to find the source of his midnight assistance, but all he saw was the door closing as someone left the room.

'Hanzo?' Harry thought.

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The next morning at breakfast, Harry gave Hanzo a piercing look, the ninja didn't seem to notice it, but Tonks did however. Once the children left for Daigon Alley to get their school things, just to get it out of the way: Tonks confronted Hanzo.

"What did you do?" she asked, looking at him crookedly.

"This, Voldermort character, attacks the boy in his dreams. I decided to even the score a little" was all Hanzo would say.

"You saw the graveyard then?" Tonks drew in her breath: she'd heard about that night, but never had she heard Harry speak of it.

"Yes; and no one believed him. I find it hard to believe that his peers would think him capable of making that up" Hanzo seemed to frown, although only his tone gave it away.

"Was that all you saw?" Tonks was curious.

"No, I saw some other things. Things he will talk of when he is ready, or something forces him to reveal them" he answered, walking away.

Tonks was very confused by that answer and sat on the couch to contemplate it: what was Hanzo talking about?

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Harry was in a gift shop in Diagon Alley; he'd managed to winkle certain information out of Lupin. So now he was searching out a gift for Tonks. He felt as if he must be mad.

'This is craziness; she'll rip your head off' Harry said to himself as he perused the gifts.

His search seemed fruitless until he finally came across something that would be perfect. It was a pair of dress gloves made of black leather. A spiral pattern made of gold and silver studs went across the top of the hand. Gold fabric was sewn into the fingers in a helix pattern, travelling to the knuckles. Harry grabbed the nearest shop assistant and pointed to them.

"How much mate?" Harry asked.

"Fifteen Galleons" he said, looking slightly down at Harry.

"Ring it up and wrap it up" Harry's reply was immediate.

"Are you sure you can afford that?" the assistant was getting toffy nosed.

"Yes, I can" Harry rattled his money sack, jingling the Galleons.

"Yes sir" the assistant grabbed the gloves carefully and ran to wrap them up, now snivelling like a lap dog.

"Apart from how they look, is there anything special about them?" was a bit confused about the high price tag.

"Well sir, no, aside from one small unmentionable obscurity" he said, starting to sweat.

"Which is?" Harry prompted.

"I don't know if it's true or not, but the owner says his great grandmother was a Metamorphmagus, and he said she wore those gloves, and when ever she did, the stones would change colours" he said this in a whisper, as if it would cost him the sale.

"Make sure you gift wrap this thing brilliantly" Harry said; the information he'd just heard had guaranteed the sale.

Ten minutes later, Harry had to hide the present because the wrapping has made the package ten times bigger than the gift itself. So now Harry was sneaking around Diagon Alley trying to avoid his entourage otherwise he'd be forced to explain the present, something he wasn't quite ready to do yet.

"Crap, I didn't think this through as much as I should have" he cursed as he saw Moody and Lupin coming towards him.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. Quickly spinning around he saw Hanzo; then he felt a funny sensation run through his body. The world around Harry seemed to shimmer and change and when it returned to focus: he was back in Grimmuld Place.

"How did-" Harry began but the sudden appearance of a fist mere centimetre from his face.

"Whenever an unknown hand touches you: strike them hard, never let them catch you off guard" Hanzo stared straight into Harry's eyes, his white boring straight past his own green eyes.

"But…" Harry started to answer but he was cut off again.

"NO. If you want to win against this evil lord, then you will treat every unknown as an enemy" Hanzo continued to stare.

"Hide your gift, then meet me in the training hall" Hanzo left the room as quickly as he entered it.

Quickly finding a secret compartment in his trunk, Harry stowed the gift and, wisely changing into a tracksuit; he trudged down to the makeshift training hall. Harry entered and stopped fast: Hanzo was wearing the outfit from his dream, where Hanzo defeated Lord Voldermort as if he was nothing.

"So you did get into my dream. How?" Harry asked.

"I have many powers, much like the one that brought us back her from town. But what I said earlier still stands: you must be on your guard if you are to survive. Sub Zero and I will not be everywhere at once" Hanzo stated and beckoned Harry onto the mats.

Harry nervously stood opposite Hanzo, setting his guard like Sub Zero told him. Hanzo noted the Shotokan stance, powerful but easy to open on a beginner. However Hanzo knew Harry had become very quick, Tonks explained he played a sport that required great reflexes. Hanzo launched himself forward with a punch for Harry's head.

"Crap" Harry yelped as he ducked the punch, only to wear a follow up punch to the shoulder.

"Either prepare to block or move from striking distance" Hanzo snapped, throwing a violent roundhouse kick.

Harry dropped to the ground and out of instinct, rolled backwards and back onto his feet. Hanzo seemed more impressed by that but continued to rain down attacks at him. Harry was at his wits end: sure he'd gotten into a few punch ups, but he was fighting a man whose sole purpose in life had been martial arts and killing for money. He knew he'd have to get past Hanzo's fists and feet and strike him, if only to prove to him that he could fight.

'Okay, is he repeating anything, leaving an opening since he knows I'm no match for him. Wait a second; the mats' Harry was struck with an idea.

The tatami mats they were on weren't held together except by the wooden frame surrounding them. Harry waited for Hanzo to do one of his high kicks. It seemed to take him forever to goad the bugger into doing one, but eventually, Hanzo tried an axe kick. Harry struck.

Quickly rolling forward underneath Hanzo, Harry came up behind him and grabbed the mat Hanzo was standing on and yanked it from under his feet. As it was unusual for Hanzo to try and use this kick, his balance wasn't as good as it should be and he stumbled forwards.

That was all Harry needed and he launched himself like a cannon ball. Using his momentum and shoulder to barge Hanzo in the back, Harry caused him to fall on his face, and Harry was right on his back. Now Harry was unsure what to do: he didn't have the body weight to pin Hanzo, and even if he did, he didn't know how to hold him in a pin.

"Well done" Hanzo congratulated him.

Then Hanzo used a push up motion to send Harry tumbling to the ground. Coughing from the sudden impact, Harry looked up and saw Hanzo watching him. He held out his hand for Harry, he took it. Hanzo easily lifted the boy to his feet, Harry dusted himself off and asked Hanzo a question.

"I take it Dumbledore has allowed you join us, that's what you're still here" Harry said tiredly.

"I would stay whether that old man wished me to or not" Hanzo replied, walking away.

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Three weeks passed like that, the Order members training with Hanzo, Tonks and Sub Zero. They learnt the various techniques of Hapkido and Karate; how to fight, how to wrestle and how to escape from various holds. Harry, Hermione and Ron even learning cryomancy from Sub Zero. In an unusual twist of fate, Ron was showing the most promise in that area.

As the summer came to a close; Tonks took over most of the teaching roles by showing them how to mix magic spells in with the martial arts. Stunners in their punches and freezing charms with their kicks, although Harry's favourite was using a jelly legs curse when he was grappling. Each of the three showed a particular aspect of skill in an area of the training; Hermione for instance, being the most graceful of them was the best at stand up work with Karate. Ron, having fought with brothers was also the best wrestler but Harry had the best motor skills and was able to manipulate anyone who grabbed him into a lock or hold.

Snape was still making his displeasure about the whole thing known, although he never went near Tonks if Hanzo was in the same room, and he never, ever opened his mouth if Hanzo and Sub Zero were anywhere near him. Ron enjoyed the fact that Snape, who got so much fun out of bullying people had finally been put in his place, someone stood up to him.

September 1st was fast approaching and Harry still hadn't given Tonks her present, although he'd wisely gone in on a group present with Hermione and Ron to cover himself. Frustration seemed to hit him more than nightmares and he often found himself expressing this frustration out on a boxing bag in the hall or with any sucker that came in the door.

"Damn, my lack of Gryffindor courage" he muttered, going through one of Sub Zero's kata.

The katas were a formality in their training, not the most useful of combat tools, but a marvellous way to improve concentration and release energy.

"I thought I'd find you down here" Harry turned and saw Tonks in her training uniform, hugging her in all the damnably sexy places.

"Hi Tonks" Harry said, quickly resuming his kata.

"Word around the campfire Harry, is that you've gotten into the habit of trying to spar with everyone who comes in here, except for Hermione, Ginny and Luna" Tonks counted the only other females that were taking part in the training.

"Is that huge problem?" he asked.

"Unless you don't want to get revenge on Bellatrix, yes it is" Tonks began stretching, making Harry's eye twitch.

"I can hurt someone I hate very easily; I don't hate Luna, Gin or Tonic" he replied.

"Yet only last week, both you and Bill Weasley both come out of here with a broken bone or two, and I hear Fluer was most, shall we say, aggravated because of it" Tonks made the implication obvious.

"If she was so desperate to shag him, then she should have got him at the earliest opportunity" Harry wasn't really interested in Bill's sex life, or lack thereof because of him.

"That isn't the point. You need to calm down in training or you're going to hurt someone else, or yourself" Tonks now stood in the middle of the mats, looking at Harry.

"What?" Harry was confused.

"Spar with me, as hard you can" Tonks took up a mixed stance; like herself it morphed between the Hapkido and Karate.

Taking a deep breath, Harry set up too, favouring the Hapkido stance, as it was closed and left plenty of leverage for being grabbed. Harry suddenly felt a breeze past his face, realising that he needed to move he rolled to the side. Upon righting himself he saw that Tonks was nowhere in sight. Then he felt two fleshy things in his back. Turning with a grimace he saw Tonks, looking smug and mock offended.

"Oh bugger" Harry muttered before flipping forward to avoid what ever she sent his way.

It went on like that for about ten minutes; Harry was constantly on defence while Tonks was able to take an easy offensive. Getting annoyed at the toying attitude of his sparring partner, Harry formed an idea. He faced Tonks and waited. Tonks threw a straight punch at Harry.

'Got you' he thought with glee.

Ducking under the punch, Harry darted behind Tonks, wrapping his arm around her neck. Lowering himself so his bum was under hers, he stood up and threw her over his hip. Tonks hadn't been thrown like that before so she landed on her face, spared only a broken nose due a quick front break fall.

'Throw me like that will ya, punk' she was getting excited, he was good at this.

Quickly grabbing Harry's ankle, Tonks shot between Harry's legs and chopped into the back of his knee with her other hand, making him fall forward and placed him in a joint lock. Harry knew how to get out of that one: he spun his body around so he was on his side instead of his belly. Then he put his other knee next to Tonks head and knelt up.

"Give up?" Harry asked smarmily.

"Not on your life lad" Tonks now had a crazed grin on her face.

Harry got the shock of his life to see Tonks launch her body upwards at him, and was even more shocked to find Tonks wrap his head in her thighs, causing him to fall backwards. Tonks grabbed his pants and dropped the weight of her pelvis on his head.

"Still want to keep going?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine right here" Harry said, his voice muffled.

Tonks suddenly realised, horrified, what had happened. She was supposed to force pressure on his head with the pelvis bone, but had instead dropped her crotch right on his face and now seeing that she had him by the pants, it got awkward. Also seeing Harry's, response to said action.

'Could this get any worse?' Tonks thought, feeling terribly embarrassed.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something, I can come back later" Sub Zero stood at the foot of the stairs, a ghost of a smile across his face.

'Yes. Yes it could' Tonks was beyond embarrassed now.

"Ah, Tonks, can you um, get off now?" Harry asked from his precarious position.

"Harry, between us lads, if you start-" Tonks cut him off with a screech.

"SUB ZERO, YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND I WILL KILL YOU" Tonks had turned a red colour that would make Vernon Dursley proud.

"Fair enough. I think the children have to leave early tomorrow, so you two sort out what needs sorting out" Sub Zero ascended the stairs, smirking at a joke only he knew of.

"Oh and Harry, just give her the gift already. Your pacing is disturbing everyone else's sleep" Sub Zero called as he closed the door.

Tonks rolled off Harry and sat up, drenched in sweat, making her lingerie show on her pants again; and on her shirt. Grinning despite herself at Harry and shook her head.

"Do I dare ask how familiar you are with that, particular position?" she asked.

"Not very, my one date with a 6th year, Cho Chang, went very badly. Though given my inexperience with women, I'm not all that surprised" Harry seemed unaware of the fairly large flag pole in his trousers.

"You've gone on one date, and Ron's already getting close to heavy petting with Luna, you poor deprived soul" she teased.

"You're one to talk, witch" Harry laughed at his own lame joke.

"Is that how it is, is it?" she admonished.

"Just calling it how I see it" Harry said, laughing for the first time in a long time.

"Okay, in that spirit, I see you are a well equipped young wizard. So it must be the sale's pitch that's screwing you, so to speak" Tonks said with a wicked grin.

Harry's eyes drifted so he could see the source of her comment. In a movement almost to fast for the naked eye, Harry hurled himself upwards. He tried to conceal himself with his legs and what not, but Tonks was already laughing so hard he had to laugh too.

"No worries Harry, between you, me and garden fence, I'm very flattered" Tonks was flattered, and a little curious.

"T-thanks" Harry managed to stutter.

"Now, Sub Zero also mentioned a gift. Have you been holding out on me?" she asked, grinning in a predatory manner.

"Ah, yeah, it's a surprise" Harry knew he could keep this a secret no longer.

"Well, do I get it or not?" she laughed.

"I'll tell you what, I'll leave it on my bed, and you can open it when I leave. I think that's fair" Harry said.

Tonks rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry at him, and then in one moment of total loss of logical capacity, Harry leaned in and kissed Tonks. The moment itself seemed frozen in time. The contact between Harry and Tonks' lips was very light and very soft.

'Oh no, I've just made a huge mistake' Harry thought and pulled away.

Tonks looked a bit shocked, but she had a huge blush rising in her cheeks and on her neck. Harry was almost too scared to meet her eyes but managed to do so, but only because he knew what he saw there wouldn't be half as scary as what he would see in Hanzo's eyes when he got hold him.

"Harry, I ah…" Tonks couldn't finish.

"Tonks, I'm sorry" Harry got up and ran out like a shot.

Tonks watched him go, replaying the looks she saw in his eyes a moment ago. What he'd done had taken a great deal of bravery, even for him. And it was a risk for him, being you and as he put himself, inexperienced, making a move as bold as that on an older woman was pretty sporty. Tonks smiled sadly, if he'd had stayed; he may have at least gotten a kiss back.

"I forget sometimes he's only a scared child" she said and got up, dusting her trousers off, and feeling the tingle on her lips.

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Harry bolted into his room and practically dived onto his bed. He wasn't crying, but he felt very silly. He just lay there, muttering obscenities into his pillow, occasionally hitting his head with his fist. He alternated that with smacking his head into the pillow.

"Did Harry Potter do something bad, sir?" a squeaky voice interrupted Harry's depressive mutterings.

"It's a bit complicated Dobby, but let us just say that Harry is feeling very silly right now" Harry moaned.

"Is there anything Dobby can do sir?" the house elf asked.

"Yeah, actually there is Dobby" Harry paused and went to his trunk and retrieved Tonks' gift.

"When I get on the Hogwarts Express tomorrow, I want you to give this to Tonks, the lady with the pink hair. Okay?" Harry handed Dobby the present.

"Dobby is honoured to be delivering a gift to the lady of his affections" Dobby popped out with the gift before Harry could refute the words.

"And smart money says she'll be part of the escort to the train tomorrow" Harry groaned and went to sleep.

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The morning was not as hectic as it could have been, under the direction of Mad Eye, everything went like clock work and they were ready to leave at eight o'clock. Harry sat with Buckbeak most of that morning, confessing his troubles to the Hippogriff who merely nodded because he knew it got him a ferret.

"You're a good listener Buckbeak, want another ferret mate?" Harry asked, plucking one from the pile.

Buckbeak nodded and Harry threw him the ferret, petting the great beast as he ate. A loud cry from Moody signalled that it was time to leave. Harry got up, feeling his joints ache and protest from all the punishment he'd put them through this summer. Waving and bowing goodbye to Buckbeak. Harry grabbed his trunk from his room, nodding to Dobby who responded with thumbs up.

Everyone else was waiting for Harry at the fireplace. Once he arrived, Moody threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace and called out Platform 9 ¾ and one by one, the others stepped through. Last of all were Tonks and Harry. Harry waved his hand in front of him, letting Tonks know, lady's first. Sighing, Tonks walked through and Harry followed.

'Now' two men thought.

Quick as lightning, Sub Zero and Hanzo jumped into the fireplace as well. They'd never travelled by Floo before and as a result, the ride was a bit bumpy for them. They arrived a little after the others and being the sneaky men they were, hid quickly. Cautiously they looked around to find a secluded area in the station to wait for the train.

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Moody, Lupin and Tonks created a three point perimeter around the group, Tonks occasionally looking to Harry; both looking away sharply when they caught each other. Moody and Lupin exchanged a look, what ever was between the lad and young Auror had to be solved before they both hurt themselves. The train arrived, and students began filing on, Ron and Hermione and Ginny and Luna making sure to secure a cabin large enough for the five of them.

"We'll be checking the train, lass, why don't you help young Potter here onto the train?" Moody dragged Lupin away as he spoke.

"So, sixth year huh?" Tonks asked, trying to make small talk.

"Yeah, this time I don't think anything will shock me. Death, destruction and betrayal, think I'm missing any?" Harry asked with a pathetic chuckle.

"Yeah, love, respect, fun and childhood. You're missing them, but I suppose that's another story" Tonks replied with a wry smile.

Finally able to look Tonks in the eye again, Harry though with defeat that even if she hadn't been offended by his kiss, it would amount to nothing. Oh well, he wasn't minus a friend, of that he was grateful. Harry waved goodbye and was about to turn when Tonks grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

"Tonks, what –" Harry was silenced by a pair of soft lips covering his own.

The kiss sent electric shockwaves through Harry's body, and Tonks too. The pair broke apart after a few seconds. Harry seemed dazed, while Tonks was breathing heavily, a smile and blush on his face.

"Never assume the worst, Harry. Now get on that train before it leaves without you" she said with a giggle.

"Ah, right, I'll see you at Christmas, okay Tonks?" Harry called, tripping as he tried to get on the train.

"Yes you will, now scoot" Tonks laughed: her clumsiness seemed to rub off on him.

Harry finally made it onto the train, and was greeted by loud applause and cat calls. The male students were calling out variations of 'Potter you sly fox' and clapping him on the back. The female students were looking a little put out, a select few even plotting revenge. Harry smiled; let them take on a trained Auror, see how long they lasted. He took a seat with his friends, all of whom were looking at him strangely.

"What?" he asked.

"Don't you 'what' us Harry Potter, what the hell was all that about?" Hermione bristled, Ginny patting her hand to calm the older girl down.

"Tonks kissed me" he replied.

"You say that as if it was an everyday occurrence" Hermione was getting very agitated.

"Harry, your status in school has just been given a booster shot from hero, to living legend. The blokes will want all the details and the girls will want to crucify Tonks" Ron said, remembering how they'd sent Hermione threatening letters in fourth year.

"She's an Auror, Ron, short of Voldermort himself, I dare say there isn't much she can't handle" Hermione hissed.

"Shutting up" Ron said, sinking into his seat.

Harry in the meantime was in a sort of daze, considering what Tonks had said to him. 'Never assume the worst', did that mean despite everything he had a chance to, woo her. He felt a lot better about the present he'd bought for her now; in fact, he dare thought she'd be getting it in a few minutes.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Sub Zero and Hanzo were in the last compartment in the train, having a chat regarding recent events.

"So, the lad made his move, what do you think Hanzo?" Sub Zero asked his friend.

"As I said to Harry earlier; love is a matter of soul. As long as that is what is involved between them, then so be it" Hanzo replied, getting comfortable.