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Harry stirred out of sleep. Something just wasn't right. He glanced at the clock. 2:06, so it was still night. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up and his Spider sense was going haywire. He felt drawn to the window, so he got up and looked out of it.

There standing across the street were four cloaked figures standing around a women with long blond hair. They pushed her to the ground and laughed. They all wore white masks and black robes so he knew there was going to be trouble. He narrowed his eyes and cloths began to grow onto his body from the floor. As he watched one of them turned towards the house.

"POTTER!" one of them yelled. "Look at what happens to all those around you!"

The death eater turned his wand towards her form lying on the ground. There was a quite "Poof" and a cloud of smoke billowed around a dark form on the lawn of number four privet drive. The death eaters turned towards the lone figure, wands drawn. The figure stood there, black as night. A fedora pulled low shielding his face and casting it in shadow. A dark leather trench coat hung open revealing a black tee shirt and dark pants underneath. His black combat boots shined with an almost unnatural glow.

He spread his hands at chest height, palms facing each other. They began to glow softly with a slightly blue light.

"Who are you to challenge us? A death eater asked, arrogance oozing out of his tone, a smirk on his lips.

"The End" The shadowy figure dropped his hands to his sides, palms facing the death eaters, fingers spread wide. Lightning arced out of his fingertips and hit two of the men. He then lifted his hands towards the sky and the men's' convulsing bodies flew up into the night sky, sparking with energy sporadically.

The remaining two death eaters, eye's opened in shock and terror ran in opposite directions. Two bolts of lightning flowed out towards them, this time coming out of his palms. They hit both of the fleeing figures with deadly accuracy, vaporizing them on the spot.

The man s hands fell to his sides as he looked around, searching for any signs of trouble. There was none. He made his way towards the women. Her eye's looked up at him in shock and awe.

He recognized her, he hadn't ever seen her before but he could tell he knew her. Then it clicked.

"Tonks? How are you this fine evening? Pleasant night for a walk isn't it? Or whatever type of exercise you prefer."

"Who are you?" She whispered quietly.

"Tonks, I'm hurt you don't recognize me. We saw each other two months ago at the train station."

"Harry? Damn! Did you grow this summer. Look at you are the human embodiment of the word sexy. You have tall dark and handsome down to a tee."

"And you don't look to bad yourself." Replied Harry with a smile. He offered his hand to her and pulled her off the ground. "Come on lets go get you cleaned up." And they walked towards the house.

-----Mean while in Voldamort's Evil-Lair of Evilness-----

"E-5"

"Miss. F-10"

"Damn it! You sunk my battle ship! Wormtail! Crucio!"