Thanks for all your great reviews, here's chapter six.

"Garbe! Did you take care of the Potter problem?" Voldemort questioned his faithful follower.

Garbe cleared his throat nervously, "No, not exactly Lord Voldemort."

Voldemort narrowed his snake like eyes, "What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" he asked standing up behind his desk.

"Ahem, well y-you see." Garbe began glancing nervously around the small office. There was only one way out and that was being blocked by the only other person in the room, Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail). Normally Garbe could have taken him down with one hit, but ever since he got his new metal hand, he was more confident and strong. Besides running would get him nowhere, Voldemort would track him down easily. If he stayed and accepted his punishment, it wouldn't be as harsh then if he ran and was caught.

"Sssspit it out," Voldemort hissed in a sinister way, as he slowly advanced on his devotee. "What happened?"

"That's the thing sir, I don't know what happened. I sent four mountain trolls to find and kill Potter, and return when the job was done. That was hours ago." Garbe said trying to explain why he had failed his master.

"It could just be that they haven't found him yet," Wormtail suggested.

Garbe shook his head, "That's what I thought at first so I went to look for them. I found their bodies in a clearing close to the Weasleys house. Potter, Granger, and the youngest Weasley boy were there in the clearing as well."

"Are you saying Potter defeated four fully grown mountain trolls?" Voldemort bellowed outraged.

"I-I don't think so sir. Potter doesn't have that kind of power. But someone else was there; I think she killed the trolls. H-here I took a picture of her." Garbe hesitated, and then pulled the photo he had taken from his pocket.

Voldemort took the snapshot offered and glanced down at it. It was a picture of a sixteen year old girl; she had black spiked hair with pink tips, and didn't look powerful enough to dispose of four mountain trolls. In fact, she looked like an ordinary teenage girl.

"You're saying that this child took care of the trolls on her own. Are you insane?" Voldemort said with unreserved skepticism.

"All do respect, sir, but this isn't an ordinary child. I followed her after Potter and his friends went back to the Weasley's home. She seemed to be looking for something, anyway, along the way she ran into a tree troll. She took it out with ease sir; I mean that troll never had a chance. One second she was watching him, the next he's dead on the forest floor. It was incredible, Lord Voldemort. If she can defeat a tree troll with ease, who knows what else she can accomplish. Maybe even..."

"Kill four Mountain trolls." Voldemort finished his followers thought. Voldemort remained silent for a few minutes before turning to Wormtail. "Fetch me Goyle, Wormtail."

Wormtail nodded and left the office. Garbe moved to follow.

"Garbe!"

"Yes my lord?" he asked with a bow.

"Good work; I want you to follow Potter and his new friend. Report back to me if something of interest happens. You may go."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

Voldemort peered once again at the picture Garbe had taken. 'If the girl really is as powerful as Garbe seems to think she is then there could be two who could stop my Rebirth.' He opened the drawer of his rotten old desk and pulled out a picture of Harry Potter. Holding the pictures side by side Voldemort glared at them. 'Both must die!'

"Hurry up, Harry!" Ron yelled through the bathroom door. "We have to go if we're going to catch the train to Hogwarts." He pounded on the door until Harry opened it and stepped out. "It's about time! What were you doing?"

"My hair, it doesn't spike itself you know. At least not until I'm at Hogwarts; then I can use my magic to spike it."

"Are there spells for that?" Ron asked, because if there were he certainly hadn't heard of any.

Harry laughed and patted his friend on the back, "No Ron, there aren't any normal wizard spells that can be used for stuff like that." He dropped his voice to whisper, in case anyone was in audible range, as they descended the stairs. "I meant I could use my Mystic magic."

"Oh right," Ron smiled sheepishly.

Harry was sure he detected a hint of jealously in his best friends' voice, but decided not to pursue the issue. Ron had always been envious of Harry's reputation as the boy-who-lived; he had always wanted it for himself. Now that Harry was, a Mystic Knight Ron would be more spiteful then ever.

"Come on Harry, we have to go!" Ron yelled.

It was only then that Harry realized he had stopped walking and was now alone in the Burrow's foyer. Shaking himself from his thoughts Harry made his way outside closing the Burrow's door behind him.

'Finally I'm going home to Hogwarts.' Harry thought, with a smile he climbed into the backseat of the Weasleys car.

Just as Harry was about to board, the train to Hogwarts Mr. Weasley grabbed his arm and pulled him off to the side.

"Mr. Weasley, is something wrong?" Harry questioned, although he already thought he knew what his friends' dad was going to say.

Harry watched the man shift awkwardly glancing in his wife's direction every few seconds. After a minute or two of this routine, Harry grew impatient.

"Mr. Weasley!" Harry snapped, he was beginning to get irritated, "I know what you want to say so allow me. You're going to ask me one more time where I was for half the summer, and then when I say I can't, you'll tell me that you will always be willing to listen. I will thank you we will share a moment and then I will jump on the train and see you next summer."

looked at the ground like a wounded dog, "Yes, well that's about it. Have a nice school year Harry, and try not to get into any trouble."

Harry nodded once and jogged back to the train, he hated hurting Mr. Weasleys feelings like that. But Harry was so sick and tired of people asking the same question over and over again when he had already told them he couldn't talk about it. Not to mention the fact that everyone was tiptoeing around him like he was a delicate flower or something, that itself was infuriating.

Once Harry boarded the train, he went straight to the compartment that he Hermione and Ron always shared.

"What did dad want?" Ron asked as Harry sat down next to Hermione.

Harry sighed, "Same thing everyone else wants."

Hermione nodded understandingly, "Why don't you do the same thing you did for us? Leave clues and let them find out on their own."

Harry shook his head, "It's too dangerous for even you two to know my secret. I can't risk their lives, too. I hate to keep them in the dark about important stuff like this, but I have no choice."

"I guess being a Mystic Knight isn't all its cracked up to be?" Ron asked, glancing sympathetically at Harry. "I know I sure couldn't keep a secret like that from the ones that I loved."

Harry snorted, "Do you two have any idea what it feels like to know that you and only one other person are relied on to save the world? A great evil is coming, and Jessica and I are the only hope for this world. I wouldn't call that fun, one mistake on my part and whatever Voldemort is planning...well let's just say, you would probably wish you were dead."

Ron paled and Hermione's eyes opened wide. Harry hadn't meant to frighten them, but they had to understand, being a Mystic Knight came with incredible responsibility.

And although it was a hard job; Harry wouldn't give it up for the world. He finally had a family of his own. The Weasleys were great but they were Ron's family. In the short month they had been together, Harry had come to love Greg like a father. Jessica and Greg were his family now, and Harry wouldn't give that feeling up for anything.

The compartment door opened interrupting his thoughts. Jessica entered and sat on the other side of Ron facing Harry.

"I found the tree troll, I had to kill him, but you know; whatever, right. Anyway I didn't find any other clues, but I think we have a problem."

"Why, what happened?" Harry asked leaning forward.

Jessica sighed, "Well after I defeated the troll I realized something was off. I believe I was being followed. Whoever it was watched me beat the troll easily."

Harry sighed and shook his head, "This can't be good. What do you think this guy wanted?"

Jessica shrugged, "I don't know, but somehow I doubt it was to ask for directions to a puppy farm or something."

"What's a puppy farm?" Ron asked squinting in confusion. Upon seeing his friends looks of disbelief he sighed, "Oh that was a joke right. I knew that, I was just messing around."

"Anyway, are you sure there was someone following you?" Harry asked trying to stifle the laugh that threatened to overwhelm him. The situation wasn't funny but Ron's face had turned bright red when Jessica had accidentally touched his knee, he looked like he was going to die. That struck Harry as funny, until now he hadn't realized that Ron had a crush on Jessica.

"Positive and I think whoever it was took my picture after I killed the troll. I saw a small flash in the woods, but when I got there whoever it was, was already gone. They apparated, I think it was one of Voldemort's men. Probably the same one that tried to kill you." Jessica said leaning back into the seat.

"Why would they take your picture?" Hermione asked glaring at Ron, who was still blushing and staring at Jessica. He looked like a star struck teenage girl.

"Well, if he saw her take out the troll, and he was a death eater then he would probably want a picture to take back to Voldemort." Harry explained resting his chin in his hand and his elbow on his knee. "Do you think he knows what you are?"

Jessica shook her head, "No, I didn't transform or anything. He just thinks I'm extremely powerful. Which means Voldemort will probably want me followed. It's ok if he knows what I am anyway. Its you that has to be careful Harry."

"Aliases!" Ron yelled excitedly. When the others turned to him confused he clarified, "Secret names to use when you are in Mystic Knight form. Like thunder butt or something."

"Thunder butt? Harry asked with a small smile, "I think you mean thunder mutt, that new TV show I told you about. But that's not a bad idea, I can be Panther and Jessica could be Wolf, after our Animagus forms."

Shock registered on his friends faces, "How come you never told us that you were animagus?" Ron asked angrily crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes.

"Sorry, Ron, I guess it slipped our minds. But yeah, both Jessica and I are Animagus. All Mystic Knights are; it's a must in this business. Jessica is a wolf and I can change into a black panther." Harry apologized with a sheepish smile, then noticing that Ron was getting jealous again, he changed the subject. "So how were your summers? I spent about two weeks in the Burrow and never once did I bother to ask."

"Oh yes please tell us, this should be sooo interesting." A voice sneered from the compartment doorway a moment later.

Harry, his senses heightened from being a Mystic Knight, knew that Draco was coming before he even arrived. He also knew that Draco didn't catch the first part of their conversation. With a deep sigh, he shifted in his seat to face his nemesis.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked with another resounding sigh.

Malfoy ignored Harry; his eyes were trained on Jessica. "And who are you, another one of Potter's fans?"

Jessica laughed, "Hardly, I'm just a friend." She glanced at her watch, "A friend that has to get back to her compartment, I told somebody that I would be back in no more then ten minutes. See you later Harry, Weasel, and Granger." She pushed past Draco, Crabbe and Goyle without another word to them.

"I like her," Draco said with an evil grin, "But I wonder why Weasley didn't say anything when she called him, 'Weasel'?"

Ron went bright red and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Oh, is-is that what she said? Well I never, I'll talk to her about that later."

Draco shared an amused look with his companions, Crabbe and Goyle. All three were thinking the same thing; Ron had a crush on the pretty girl.

Harry, sensing Draco was about to comment on it, stood and crossed his arms over his chest, "What do you want?"

Draco's eyes narrowed in a menacing way, "Watch yourself, Potter. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you, now would we?"

"Are you threatening me, Malfoy?" Harry asked not backing down. After all, he was a Mystic Knight he had nothing to fear from Draco Malfoy.

"I'm just saying that you should show me some respect, because with the Dark Lord back you'll need all the friends you can get." He grinned and turned on his heel slamming the compartment door behind him.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down next to Ron, "What a git,"

"Aw, don't worry about Draco, Harry, why don't you tell Ron and me why you were chosen to be a Mystic Knight this year and not next or last?" Hermione suggested.

"Ok, well normally a Mystic Knight wouldn't be trained until his seventh year in a wizarding school. Jessica and I are different however because Voldemort is planning something this year. Jessica, Greg and I haven't figured out what it is yet, but we know that it will take great power to stop him. Therefore, Greg had to call upon Jessica and I two years earlier, which has us at a disadvantage. Although we are strong, we can't reach our full potential until our seventh year in a wizard school."

His friends nodded understandingly, which, Harry thought, was a joke. They could never understand what he was going through, only Greg and Jessica could. Maybe not even Greg because he came into his powers his seventh year, which meant Greg, was training at full power. Jessica and he were not, and that tended to get frustrating; for they couldn't yet do things Greg could, and the two wanted to prove their value to their mentor.

"You mean you can do more then throw those balls of fire and ice? That has to take great power, right?" Ron questioned narrowing his eyes in a confused manor, as he sat back in his seat.

"Yes, my orbs of ice take some power, as do Jessica's orbs of fire; but if we reach our true power we will be able to do much more then that." Harry confirmed with a smile.

Throughout the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione spoke of their summers and played exploding snap. Before long, the three friends had changed into their robes and were stepping onto the Hogsmeade platform.

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