Chapter 3

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Author's note: well, I've yet to decide how much of the book I'm going to follow. This chapter should remind you of a certain part in the book. I've also decided that the virus used to kill Dracula and the vampires had a problem, you know from Blade Trinity. So it only killed most of the vampires, it turns out that the virus could travil so far before it died and it didn't kill wizard vampires. So all the Blade vampires are now moving to England for "unknown resions". I'm almost 100 sure that I've got all the parings. I hope you all enjoy this and I must thank those who review! Oh and thank my betas angelkitty77 and bubblegumb1!

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As darkness overtook the sky, a boy walked sluggishly through the town. He was dressed in rags that were too big but not torn up too much. He looked like a good meal to all but the trained eye. At least he would if the looker was a vampire. But to the trained eye, he looked like a hunter. Of course the only trained eye, in this case, would be those like him.

When the darkness finally took control of the sky and silence held most of the power, you could barley make out the figures of people following the boy. The farther the boy went the closer the people got to him. Until finally a sweet woman's voice asks, "Are you lost sweetie?"

The boy quickly spins around and backs away not answering the question in what looks like terror. "Are you lost?" she repeats in a much less sweet tone. The boy just backs away farther.

"I think he is," replays a man, causing the boy to spin towards him in surprise. The mans footsteps were as silent as death.

"We should help him," the woman giggled from just behind the boy, her footsteps as quiet as her companion's. As the boy whirls towards her, she grabs him and would have bitten him had she not exploded into dust. The man jumps at him, but as he was still in the air the boy jump kicks him, sending the man to meet the ground.

"You asshole! Now you're dead," the man roars as he rushes towards the once helpless looking boy. The boy just grabbed his gun from the back of his pants and shoots the man. As the vampire explodes into dust the boy walks away.

"Oh bloody Hell," Severus yelled, "I lost him again."

"Well, I have the next shift. I'll just watch his house and wait for him to return," Mudungus said.

"Isn't there a spell that can help us?" Asked Black.

"Yes, but then the ministry would probably impede us. They don't believe that there is any need for him to be guarded. Then we would probably lose track of him again," at the dirty look Sirius gave him Dumbledore continued, "The ministry is not happy with Harry and his announcement that Voldemort is back. They would do anything to discredit him or hinder us from giving him 'unneeded protection'."

"Who cares about 'unneeded protection.' Doesn't the ministry have more important things to worry about?" asked Sirius.

"With 'unneeded protection' it might look like it is true that Voldemort is back. The ministry does not want that," stated Dumbledore.

"Well we have to do something!" Molly exclaimed.

"Yes we do," said Dumbledore without the twinkle in his eyes.

The boy was stalking along the road. Anyone who looked at him could tell he was stewing in anger. Though he still didn't look like a big threat to anyone. No one told him anything about Voldemort, or Voldy as he has started mentally referring to him as. Dumbledore forgot him and Ron and Hermione had gotten together without him. He'd been holding his anger in, rarely even taking it out on vamps. His anger only manifested in the form of quick kills.

But on nights like this, when it was just a little too calm, did his thoughts start down on this horrible trail. The trail always lead to anger and rarely did the anger find an outlet. He headed to the park and sat on a swing, hoping to erase his anger. Not long after he sat down, he heard voices. He saw the silhouette of a group of people making there way across the park. He knew that it was Dudley and his faithful gang.

Dudley's hard dieting last year and the discovery of a new talent made quite a change in his physique. He had more muscle, thanks to "The Nobel Sport", as Uncle Vernon called it. Harry didn't fear Dudley but he didn't think Dudley learning to hit harder in boxing was cause for celebration. The neighborhood children were more scared of him than of "the Potter boy" who went to St. Brutus's Secure Center for the Incurably Criminal Boys.