Harry watched as some of the local muggle children played tag in the field next to the park, carefree, their laughter filling the warm summer air. Smiling he took another drag of his cigarette and watched the smoke float away. He heard Fred shifted slightly under the invisibility cloak in his position further on from Harry on the fence.

Suddenly a little girl came running at the fence and tried to climb over it, but due to her small size she inevitably failed and fell to the ground with a small cry.

Harry stubbed his cigarette out on the fence and jumped off of it to his feet and walked over towards the girl. When he reached her he crouched down and spoke to her softly. "Are you all right?" he asked.

She shook her blonde head vigorously tears streaking down her face, and held out her arm. On it there was a shallow, but still quite nasty cut, from the sharp wire of the fence. Harry looked down at his tatty T-shirt, and shrugging, ripped a piece off the bottom.

"Okay, this is a bit gross, but seeing as we don't have any water, I want you to get as much spit as you can and spit it on this cut okay?" he said to her gently. She pulled a face, but nodded and pulled her arm near to her face and dribbled on it.

"Wow!" he said. "Not bad for a girl!" he grinned at her as she scowled at him. He gently wrapped the scrap of cloth around her little arm. "That'll do for now, but you should probably go home and get this cleaned up properly okay?" She nodded timidly. Smiling he helped her up.

"Thank you." She said quietly. She looked round at her friends who had continued playing and then back up at him.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" he asked her kindly. She nodded her pretty blond head and smiled at him gratefully. He took her little hand in his.

"My name's Harry, what's yours?"

"Amy."

"Hi Amy, do you know what road you live down?"

"Magnolia Crescent." She said quietly. He nodded and smiled at her and headed for the park's exit, smirking as he heard Fred's not so quiet footsteps follow them.

Amy's mother had been beyond grateful to Harry, and had insisted upon feeding him a slice, or three, of her home-baked blueberry pie, he hadn't argued, it was the first half decent food he'd eaten all summer so far.

Harry put his hands in his pockets, the darkness brought a chilly edge to the air, and whistled a random tune as he leisurely made his way back to the Dursley's. Harry slowed his pace even more, and heard a disgruntled sigh coming from a few metres behind him. Smirking Harry spun round.

"Got somewhere else to be Fred?" he asked the empty space in front of him. He heard a surprised gasp and smirked in satisfaction as Fred appeared in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face.

"How the hell did you know I was here? And how the hell did you know it was me!" he asked incredulously.

"Well I knew someone was there, because, well, there always is. And as for knowing it was you . . . I have a highly developed sense of smell."

"Harry Potter, are you saying I smell?" Fred asked mock-menacingly.

"No, no, not at all." Harry said grinning mischievously. Harry turned back round and continued walking slowly, Fred fell in step with him. "So you're in the order now then?" he asked dully.

"Well, yeah. Mum was dead set against it, you know what she's like, so we compromised, they give us the jobs with the least amount of danger involved, kinda took the fun out of it." Harry shook his head and smiled.

"So what's George doin? I mean you're stuck watchin me so I assume he's got something equally as boring."

"George is stuck decorating headquarters." Fred snickered. "And I volunteered actually." He said glancing at Harry who was frowning.

"Why? I'm not exactly interesting am I?"

"I don't know about that, and it certainly isn't a walk in the park, I've lost you a few times."

"Yeah I know." Harry grinned.

"It's not funny, the first time I almost died of a panic attack!" Fred exclaimed. Harry laughed.

"Sorry mate."

"Sure you are." He grumbled, Harry grinned as they walked round the corner into Privet Drive. Looking up Harry noticed someone sitting on the wall of number 2, it was too dark to make out the face but Harry knew who it was.

"Hey Jas." He said as they crossed the over the road.

"All right Harry? And your friend is . . . ?" she said stepping forward into the light, flicking her dark hair out of her face with a small shake of her head and staring at Fred intently with icy blue eyes. "Well he has to be a Weasley." She said, but more interestedly than maliciously.

"This is-" Harry began.

"Fred Weasley at your service Ma' Lady." He said politely taking a small bow. She smirked at him.

"I'd be careful, you don't know what being at my service entails."

"And as for the lady part . . ." Harry said. "OW!" he exclaimed as she punched him on the arm.

"Potter get your arse inside before I serve it up to Voldermort on a silver platter." She growled. He rolled his eyes and walked up the garden path to number 4.

"See ya' Fred." He called.

"Sooner than you think." Fred smiled and then glanced towards Jas and gave her a smile before disappearing with the blink of an eye and a loud 'crack'.

"Night Jas." Harry said as he opened the door.

"Night Harry." She said and watched him close the door before she made her way up the street and was swallowed by the darkness.

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Preview of Ch3:

"Fred!" Harry shouted as the red head was hit in the chest with a stunner and fell to the ground unconscious. Harry realised that he had, although still invisible, just given away his position to the death eaters who had all turned to face the direction his voice had come from. His eyes widened as he saw two more black clad figures come up behind the others and widened even more when . . .

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