Harry walked down the steps of his house still hearing the screams inside his head. He had woken from yet another nightmare, and decided to go for a walk. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would of course be furious once they found that their nephew was not safe in his room. Not for the fact that most parents would be worried however. They were more afraid for their own skins rather than Harry's. The Order's threat had worked. At least to some point. They never talked to Harry, but they made sure that he was well feed and other parental actions that they had never cared about before. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about this. He liked the fact that the Dursley's were leaving him alone, for once, but them being nice to him kind of threw his entire reality out of whack.

Finally reaching the park, Harry sat down on the only swing that was left. It was three in the morning so Harry didn't have to worry about others wondering about. He placed his head against the chain holding the seat up and closed his eyes.

Not far from the park there were three teens, dressed in black walking right to the park. Hearing only two of these voices Harry quickly got up and dodged behind one of the bushes that were on the edge of the forest that surrounded the park.

"Look Paris, we need to think about this diplomatically." A girl's voice echoed to Harry's ears. "We can't just sit here while everyone in the clan is fighting the others."

"But what can we do?" The boy supposedly named Paris replied. "I mean, we're only changelings. We haven't come into our new powers or anything."

"Speak for your self! Unlike you and Damien, I have been practicing." The girl replied indignantly.

"Than why don't you show us what you can do, hmm Ivy?" A new voice, probably Damien's, replied in a low, snarky kind of voice.

"Well than, I think I'll do just that." Ivy replied.

They had come into view and now Harry could see them quite well. It was impossible to tell which of the boys was Damien or Paris. Both boys however, were dressed similarly. They both were wearing black pants and black shirts. The only difference was that one of them was wearing a leather jacket over his shirt, and the other wasn't.

It was obvious who Ivy was, considering that she was the only girl of the group. She wore a ripped concert-tee, with a short vinyl skirt with ripped fish net tights, and big clunky boots.

Ivy put up her hands and closed her eyes waiting. It almost looked like she was summoning something. The two boys looked at each other with doubtful looks.

"What exactly is you power, Ivy?" The boy without the jacket on asked.

Ivy opened one eye and looked disdainfully at the boy.

"My power," She began. "Is to sense out were mortals are." She finished, looking very proud of herself.

"That's not a very useful power." The other boy stated.

"What do you mean it's not a useful power? How do you expect to get food when you're in a secluded area?" She asked, once again indignantly.

"Well when we're in battle with the other clans, why would you go looking for mortals?" He said as he sneered at her.

Mortals? Clans? Harry thought to himself. I'm starting to think that they're not muggles. Or even wizards for that matter.

"Well whatever." Ivy said, now looking rather sullen.

"Aw come on Ivy, it's a really good power. I'm sure you'll get better at it." The jacketless boy said, trying to cheer up his friend.

"Thanks Paris." Ivy replied, giving him a weak smile.

So the one without the jacket is Paris and the one with, is Damien. Harry thought to himself as he sat down on the ground, tired from squatting. Little did he know, there was a branch underneath him. And as he sat, it broke, gaining the attention of the other teens.

"What was that?" Paris said.

"I don't know, but I say we find out." Damien snarled. He did not look happy at all.

The three teens slowly walked over to were Harry was hiding.

'Oh crap. I'm in trouble now. Harry thought, if he didn't move he would be caught. But if he did move he would just caught. It was a lose, lose situation.

Parting the bushes, Ivy looked down upon him.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"