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Diclaimer: Not mine today, not mine tomorrow, not mine ever, except for the part that's mine of course.

New Year, No Changes

Harry sighed. He was currently on the Hogwarts express. It was 9:30. He was here for 'security reasons' as Moody had so eloquently put it. He was bored and that was all there was to it. Moody was guarding him till the train left.

Harry decided that if he slept the time would go faster. Big mistake. Moody who'd been surveying the train came back and found Harry asleep. The next hour was spent listening to Moody who thought Harry needed to be reminded of how important CONSTANT VILIGENCE was.

By the time everyone had boarded the train Harry had a splitting headache. Moody had finally left and for that Harry was relieved. Ron and Hermione kept staring at Harry. They were scared of him he realized with a pang.

"Um Harry we're Heads so we need to go talk to the prefects."

"Or right, well let's go."

Harry could not remember a more uncomfortable walk. Hermione did most of the talking. Well all the talking. Harry would have added something but she simply left no opening for him to do so. The passwords were distributed. 'Pure' for Slytherin, 'Raven' for Ravenclaw, 'Remember' for Hufflepuff, and for Gryffindor 'Never Forgotten.' That was Harry's choosing. Hermione shot him a weird look. It was not lost on him.

Everyone left. "Harry I thought we should discuss patrol schedules."

"You go hang out with Ron. I'll stay here and do them."

"Are you sure?" He nodded. He saw the look of joy on her face. Though it was small Harry was glad to see it. "Thanks." Again he nodded.

Harry put Ron and Hermione together most of the time. He matched up the prefects with their friends. Heads could patrol alone and Harry chose this option for himself. Harry stared out the window feeling incredibly lonely. Harry realized something. Well it was more like lack of something or someone. Malfoy was missing. He must not be coming back. Well good riddance.

Harry closed his eyes. Once again hoping to sleep. Of course that was to no avail. The remainder of the train ride was spent by Harry, listening to the members of DA. They all begged Harry to restart DA. He told them that he would consider it. Of course he had no desire to be murdered so Harry resigned himself to the fact that on top of Quidditch, detention and Head duties he had to some how manage to get his homework done while organizing DA meetings.

Plus the horcruxes. For a brief moment he had forgotten about them. He groaned. Why did everything have to be so complicated? He glanced at his watch. Shoot he had to get changed. And he had to inform the first years.

Harry pulled his robes on haphazardly. He ran up and down the length of the train telling the first years to get changed. Near the end of the train he found a young first year girl crying. Harry's expression softened.

"What's wrong?"

"Something bad is going to happen. I can just feel it. I keep seeing my brother being murdered in my dreams."

"How old is he?"

"He's two. I keep seeing Deatheaters killing him in my dreams."

"How long have you had these dreams?"

"For a week. They always wind up coming true on the seventh day. And today is the seventh day."

"Where do you live?"

"On the outskirts of London, on Maple Avenue."

"Alright, tell you what, if you promise not to tell anyone where I've gone I'll go check everything out."

"You mean you believe me?"

"You're not the only one whose dreams are slightly prophetic."

"Thank you so much," she said giving him a hug.

"Your welcome. I have to go, I'll see you later, erm…"

"Maddy, my name is Maddy."

"Alright good bye Maddy. Not a word of this to anyone."

"Wait who are you?"

"Harry and that's all you need to know."

Harry was off. Zigzagging in and out of people. He opened his trunk and grabbed his invisibility cloak. Harry looked up and saw a handle. He stood on the seats and opened the hatch. He stuffed his cloak in his pocket and hoisted himself up using his hands. He crouched low on top of the speeding train and secured the hatch.

He closed his eyes. All right apparation isn't that hard. Focus. Outskirts of London, Maple Avenue. Outskirts of London, Maple Avenue. Harry opened his eyes when he felt the familiar suffocating feeling of apparation leave. He was in a completely unfamiliar place. No Deatheaters here. Well not yet.

Harry donned his invisibility cloak and set off. He noticed several alleys. All were empty. The street was quite. It was like the calm before the storm. A few dry leaves tumbled down the street. The silence was deafening. The calm eerily familiar. It sent shivers down his spine. He needed to find a good place to use as a watchtower. He saw a playground. Perfect. He climbed atop the slide and perched upon it precariously.

Harry felt oddly at home being up so high. It brought back memories of Dudley chasing him. Harry was silent, unmoving. He strained his ears trying to catch the first signs of apparation. There he heard it, a slight pop. It was followed by several more.

He saw them exit the alley. A huge group of Deatheaters stood there, white masks glinting in the pale moonlight. He strained his ears trying to make out their conversation.

"Split up. Everyone take a different house. Kill the men. You make take the women and use them for whatever purposes you wish. Then dispose of them. As for the children, any that show any magical power take. Kill any child under 7. Any one who resists gets murdered. Any questions?"

Silence was all that met the Deatheater's pronouncement. He nodded and they all spread out. Harry jumped down stealthily. He moved with the grace of a cat. Harry took careful aim quickly.All three stunners met their mark. None of the other Deatheaters were any wiser. He crept up behind another. He took aim, but said Deatheater blocked it. "Attack," he yelled.

'Shit,' Harry thought. Several spells came hurtling towards him. "The attacker is under an invisibility cloak," yelled a Deatheater.

Harry felt a huge spell sweep through him. It was a ward spell of sorts. "It's Harry Potter," another Deatheater yelled. Harry realized that they could now see through his invisibility cloak. He hastily took it off and stuffed it is his pocket. Harry heard they sound of the Deatheaters' heavy footfalls.

Quickly Harry climbed the Monkey bars. Spells were being thrown at him from every angle. Some of the more daring Deatheaters even climbed onto the playground equipment. Harry quickly knocked them out of action. He dodged the spells. He was worried that he would fall. One wrong step and he was as good as dead. Harry heard the sound of more apparation.

'Reinforcements,' Harry thought with relief. "Get him." 'Guess I spoke too soon.' Harry was greatly outnumbered. Several cutting spells ripped through his side. Blood came flowing out of the wounds in crimson trails. No time to worry about them now.

Harry couldn't keep them at bay and fight them. He was fighting not to lose. He cursed himself for his saving people instinct. He had planned to be more careful. But life never goes as planned.

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Maddy was worried. She had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The Headmistress had just told them to dig in and Harry still wasn't back yet. Something must have happened. She needed to tell someone, regardless of her promise to Harry. She tried to think of who his friends could be. He was a Gryffindor, that much she knew. He was also in his last year at Hogwarts. She finally decided to just tell the Headmistress.

She got up slowly. Unsurely she approached the Staff Table. The Headmistress noticed her right away. "Excuse me Miss…"

"Patterson."

"Yes Miss Patterson, what can I do for you?" She took a deep breath.

"I knew that there was going to be an attack on my street, Maple Avenue in the outskirts of London. I told Harry about it and he went off to check it out. He's not back yet and I'm worried."

"Dear God," she whispered. "I must go. Miss Patterson Professor Lupin will take you to my office. Wait for me there."

"Remus take Miss Patterson to my office directly following the end of the feast."

"What's wrong?"

"There's no time to explain. I must go."

Minerva walked calmly out of the hall. No point in distressing the students. The second she was out of the hall she ran for her office. She quickly flooed the Ministry. After she informed them of where Harry had gone she flooed to Hogsmeade. Once she was outside the apparation wards she apparated to Maple Avenue.

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Meanwhile Ron and Hermione were wondering where Harry was. "We saw him on the train Hermione. McGonagall just left the Great Hall, something must have happened. I haven't seen him since he said he'd organize the patrol schedule."

"Nonsense Ron, I'm sure McGonagall just had something that she needed to attend to. As for Harry maybe there was some safety precaution that prevents him from being here."

"Hermione Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. Why would they have delayed getting him safely inside the wards?"

"If you're so worried go talk to Professor Lupin."

"I will." Ron stood up.

"I meant after the feast. Hermione he's our best mate and he's always getting into trouble. I can't wait till after the feast to talk to Lupin."

"Fine Ron, but when you get in trouble don't come whining to me."

Ron walked up to the Staff Table. "What can I do for you Ron."

"Professor Lupin, I haven't seen Harry since we were on the train and Professor McGonagall just left. What happened."

"So that's why she left," though it was more to himself than it was to Ron.

"I'm sorry Ron but I'm not sure what happened. I'll let you know if I learn anything. I'm supposed to bring one of the first years up to Professor McGonagall's office after the feast. If you'd like, you may come to. Now go back to your seat and enjoy some of that delicious pie."

"Thanks Professor Lupin but I'm not so hungry anymore."

"Well that's a first." Ron gave him a weak smile.

Ron walked back to the table dejectedly. He sat down, and stared sadly at the pie. Ron felt sick. Something bad had happened and he was sure of it.

"Well?" said Hermione.

"Well what. Harry's missing. Lupin doesn't know where he is. And McGonagall isn't here because she went after him."

"Ron calm down I'm sure he's fine."
"He's my best mate. Don't you dare tell me to calm down."

"Everything will be fine, it always is. Harry's lucky."

"Lucky, lucky do you think it's just luck that has kept him alive. I don't think you even care." His voice was gradually getting louder. "He's not fine, he's NEVER FINE. FINE IS NOT HAVING YOUR PARENTS MURDERED. FINE IS NOT WATCHING A FELLOW STUDENT DIE. FINE ISN'T WATCHING YOUR GODFATHER DIE. FINE ISN'T WATCHING HELPLESSLY AS DUMBLEDORE IS MURDERED BEFORE YOUR EYES. FINE IS NOT BEING FORCED TO SPEND THE SUMMER ALONE OR AT YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. FINE ISN'T HAVING INFORMATION KEPT FROM YOU. HARRY IS NOT FINE, HE IS NOT HAPPY, NOBODY REALLY UNDERSTANDS HIM, AND HE IS NOT STILL ALIVE BECAUSE OF LUCK." Ron was panting heavily; completely oblivious to the fact that every eye in the hall was on him.

Ron finally noticed everyone's stares. "What it's the truth. It's about time people started telling it." He stomped out. In the doorway he paused. "Harry's gonna defeat Voldemort so get with it. He needs all the help he can get. All the adults are doing is trying to protect him. He needs our help. DA will be restarting and it's open to everyone. Yes that does include Slytherin."

Ron left with out looking back. The sleeping lion had finally been ignited within Ron. Friends stick together through everything.

Lupin and Tonks shared a look. They realized that Ron was no longer the Boy-Who-Lived's best friend, but Ron, Gryffindor extrodinare, a force to be reckoned with.

Remus knew that if Harry had been there he would have been extremely proud of Ron. Harry's generation was going to finish what's Lupin's generation hadn't been able to.

Ron walked up to McGongall's office. He sunk down to the floor. He couldn't believe that he had done it. But it had felt so good. Now he knew why Harry exploded once every so often .Ron was surprised to find that he didn't regret what he had done in the slightest. He knew that Harry would continue DA even though he hadn't said so.

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Harry was panting. His lungs were constricting from fear and exhaustion. Blood was pouring out of his side. His wounds had only gotten worse. Harry was fairly certain that he had twisted his ankle. His foot had slipped through the monkey bars when he's turned too quickly. Harry kept having to jump to dodge the Deatheaters' spells. Pretty soon his ankle would give out.

Harry heard more pops. His mind screamed. How could there be more Deatheaters. This was not his day. Harry should have listened to Moody's lecture on CONSTANT VILIGENCE.

Suddenly something in Harry's mind clicked into place. The people who had arrived weren't shooting spells at him but at the Deatheaters. Help had arrived. He thanked Maddy for ignoring his pleas. Surely Ron and Hermione must have noticed too though.

Harry heard lots of popping. The Deatheaters surrounding him disapparated. He sighed in relief and sunk down on top of the monkey bars. His ankle hung at an odd angle. If he hadn't twisted it when he slipped, he'd injured it some other time. His ankle, which had currently been numb, now flooded with pain.

Harry winced and cried out in pain. He gingerly fingered his ankle. "Harry are you alright?" It was Minerva he sighed in relief.

"Yeah I'm okay." She rushed over to him and stood in front of the Monkey bars.

"You're covered in blood, and your ankle looks twisted. You call that fine."

"I'm alive, nobody died, yes everything is fine."

"Well in that case you have detention for the rest of the month." Harry groaned.

"Come down here." Harry tried to stand up but neither his arms no his legs could support his weight. "I can't," he whispered.

"Kingsley, Moody get over here. Harry needs help getting down." Dread washed through Harry. Moody was here. He wouldn't see the light of day for eons.

With Kingsley on top of the Monkey bars and Moody below Harry was lowered carefully into Moody's arms. "You got a lot of guts kid. And an incredible amount of stupidity. What were you thinking? And after we had our talk about CONSTANT VILIGENCE just this morning."

"I wasn't thinking."

"You put the lives of several Auror's on the line. You could have cost us lives that we can not afford to lose. That was incredibly selfish of you."

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Harry felt so defeated, so guilty.

"However you saved countless innocent lives, and for that I both thank and commend you. Next ask for help. An Auror is only as good as his team. Remember that."

"I just didn't want to lose anyone. I can't handle any more death."

"You will have to. But tonight all is well. The muggles will be taken to Hogwarts. Their injuries will be tended to and their memories removed. Thankfully you have not caused any irreversible damage."

"Moody we finally got approval for the return portkey from Minister Scrimgeour."

"Thank you Kingsley."

"When did you get reinstated. When the Ministry realized they couldn't survive with out me." Harry gave a soft laugh. He stopped when he realized that he'd just coughed up blood.

"No worries, Madam Pomfrey will put you right in no time." With that in mind Harry zoned out. "Three, two, one." Harry was whisked away to the comfort of the Hogwarts infirmary.

Author's Note: Incredible, horrendous. Life changing. Let me know. Please review. And if you haven't already done so check out my oneshot Legacy and review. It's even better than this story I promise.