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King of Bandit

Chapter 3

Bandit Saviour

Harry sighed as he landed in the bright street of Hogsmead. He looked around the busying, small village with a frown, noting the huge castle in the distance; he blinked the sun from his eyes.

He had just shot for the village because it should be peaceful and quiet; he would get to contemplate his little sister problems, and one being the Girl-Who-Lived needed extra care and protection, or something along those lines. So, he ended up in the small Scottish Village of Hogsmead, near the huge castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry looked around frowning at all of the rushing witches and wizards. He figured he might as well have a look around since he couldn't remember visiting Hogsmead before, even as a child still living with the Potters.

He looked up at the monumental castle school as he walked into the village proper. He had heard it was massive, but it looked like you could get lost, and that was from the small portion he could see.

He found it quite amusing that the people around him were rushing everywhere, as if they could not defend themselves from evil dark wizards. They each carried around weapons, and they just used them to be lazy, watching their loved ones die and crying instead of fighting back.

It was pathetic and pitiful. It was so disgusting that these people were as scared of someone as pathetic as Voldemort and his posy. They were just terrorists. It is that simple, not even very powerful terrorists. He should know. He had met some terrorists that should scare people.

The only thing they really had going for them was numbers and not-ironically terror. They made others fear them so they did not fight back, falsely believing the Death Eaters were powerful when they were really disorganised, and dysfunctional pussy-shits. It was only a very few Death Eaters that had any talent or power, along with Voldemort while the rest rode on their apron strings.

Harry stopped with a sigh outside a small coffee shop, as he thought about a coffee of some description going down well. He did enjoy mocha. However, as he got closer his decision to enter the shop seemed very hasty. He stopped outside the window looking in and made a face as if he would rather take his own life than enter the shop.

It was decorated in cheap and tacky tinsel and doilies, and looking closer he was sickened to see dancing pixies in tiny individual cages wrapped in tinsel outfits, hanging from the ceiling.

Harry cringed and opening the door as he went on a rescue mission. The whole place stunk of heated perfume. It was obvious that the owners of the 'restaurant' had spelled it that way. He could not help but feel sick as he entered, looking around at all of the tat. If it was not for the need to rescue the pixies he would not have entered, and just reported them for health violations, as the air was that thick with perfume it was almost chocking.

Under normal circumstances he would have left and contacted the proper authorities about the tiny, adorable little kidnap victims and a swat team would come to free them and deliver just punishment and shut the place down. However, since this was the wizarding world he would have to at least free the tiny victims himself.

He had to hold back the bile as some sickeningly dressed girl in bright lovey-dove colours came up to him smiling brightly. She might have been a real looker if she wasn't dressed like that, even though the robe was really short showing her smooth creamy legs none of the males in the shop, (obviously forced as they all seemed to be in as much distress as him while trying to converse with girlfriends) looked.

"Can I find you a seat sir?!" she asked him with wide blue eyes sparkling in hope. "Are you expecting a lady friend?"

"N-no, I'm alone," he replied trying not to gag. He could barely believe, she and all these other girls were really that oblivious to the pain attacking their senses.

"Okay, right this way, sir!" she chimed happily skipping along as she led him to a stool along a bar that curved around the windows.

He sat down, trying not to show how much he hated the place. "Thank you very much," he forced out to the girls delight as she did this odd little twirl for him, smiling wider. "I just walked into hell didn't I?" he muttered to himself.

"Excuse me sir?" she asked, befuddled, as she did not quite hear what he said.

He chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, please forgive me, I was just talking to myself, just remembered the name of this book a friend recommended the other day and I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was called."

"Oh, well I'm glad to hear that sir," she said cheerily. "Could I possibly get you a coffee now, we have a wide range."

"S-sure, just a simple café latté please," he said and she nodded with a bow, twirling and giggling, this time giving him a flash of bright pink panties before skipping off. He would have gone for mocha but they were normally faster to make and he wanted a moment longer.

He grimaced, not that the flash was not nice, but the girl looked to be about nineteen, twenty and was acting so childishly, and. He looked around the coffee shop, frowning as he noticed some boys at some tables nearly in tears, from either this horrid atmosphere or the girl laying into them, angry for some reason.

That made him look round more, only the boys, himself included seemed to be affected by the perfume scent but they cared enough about the girls to suffer through it, or maybe the girls were affected, but in a different sense. The smell was giving him a sort-of headache, but he wondered what it could have been doing to the innocent girls.

He quickly looked around; his waitress would be a few minutes. He looked up as he climbed onto his stool as no one was paying him any attention and pulled one of the many cages down from the ceiling, hiding it under the bar. He took real notice after that, that all of the pixies were female, and loads of different species with no noticeable pattern to their kidnapping, not that he was a pixy expert.

"Some kind of spell?" he suggested to himself reasonably but shut up talking to himself, holding the tiny cramped cage between his knees as he took his coffee from the odd waitress once she returned.

She giggled and near pushed her small cleavage into his face, having opened her short robe at the top sometime during her trip to give him a better look. He made it obvious to show he was 'under' whatever she was trying as he took a sip of his drink. He tried not to show his surprise. He had tasted this before; it was a mild form of love potion in his drink.

He pushed the thought of just taking her round back and doing her senseless, or until she blabs, and tells him what is going on, if she was not under the spell too. In all honesty, she was likely just another victim by the way she was acting and he was the only customer being served.

"Thank you very much," he said while she was beaming, and if she had been wearing a bra before, she was not now as she was blatantly let him see her boobs, nipples included. However, she was blushing up a storm too, which showed some insight into her subconscious understanding, embarrassment, but other than that, she didn't show any other sign she was uncomfortable showing him.

"I was wondering. I would love some freshly baked cookies!" he continued, hoping to get rid of her for a bit longer.

"Of course!" she squealed in delight, hugging him, he got a face-full before she hitched her robe back right, kissed him and skipped off happily. "I'll bake them myself, my love," she said happily disappearing.

He really hoped it was the spell, and she was not in on whatever this was, because he felt sorry for her, and he doesn't like hurting girls' feelings unless they were bitches trying to murder him and his family, and then he made the exception if needed.

Looking around, he sighed in relief as no one even paid him a moment of attention as he leaned down, face to face with the little reef pixy, as she stood quietly waiting in her little, too small blue tinsel dress. Her little blue eyes were sparkling with hope filling her eyes leaving no whites.

She has twitching antenna in her head coming out of yellow hair, and little pointed ears and twin wings like a dragonfly. Her skin colour was a light lime green. She was not even wearing anything on her feet and he could see bruises on her. She had stopped dancing and was resting up against metal bars, panting, her little chest heaving with exhaustion, and she looked too skinny, barely fed since her kidnap, if fed at all.

"It's OK now," he whispered to her. His voice paten and speech was completely new. His 'words' were now like little hums, quiet and relaxing. "What are they doing to everyone, how are they controlling-."

"Siren!" the little thing whimpered her voice small and timid. It was normally a little more difficult to hear pixies or fairies because they were so small, but she was so scared. "Siren, us, and spell; it uses us to bring girls who bring boys so girls break boys hearts! Boys hate the smell, inside know its danger, but girls… boys come here anyway as girls pretty, they like girls, but they leave sad, love potion makes boys love, and girls break boys hearts, feeding her they do!"

"Feeding who?" he asked but dodged out of his seat as he saw the fear on her face as she looked passed him. The stool burst into flames, but none of the other customers took notice.

Harry held the cage protectively as he looked to see the reef pixy had been knocked out, but her chest was still rising and falling so he knew she would be okay, but he was still concerned for her. He stood from where he knelt and grimaced as he saw this fat, old, slimy woman with boils and warts all over her face. Her black hair was coated in sweat and had bald patches and grey, and grime and, yuck.

She smiled with broken filthy black and yellow teeth, her right eye covered in white pus and the other blood red with pinkeye. She was wearing a black robe ten sizes too small on her, and fat was pouring through the creases, and it was obvious she was naked underneath as one of her hairy giant saggy breasts was hanging out between some buttons, and if it weren't for her giant over hanging gut he would see more of what he didn't want too.

She held a black coloured wand and stood at about seven feet with twenty chins and hair all over them. He had never imagined the thought that he could look at a troll naked, male or female and be okay with that until he saw this thing. Was she supposed to be a witch or the boogieman? The thought made him feel ill.

"Like what you see, don't you handsome!" she said as plain fact as she tried to swagger forward it was more of a stagger. He wondered how the hell she managed to sneak up on him let alone move. "I'm quite the beauty, but alas, no man asks me out! They're too intimidated by my body," she said. Her voice was making him cringe, as it was a cross between Mr. T and Mickey Mouse, and was not something he would ever expect to hear, even simulated as a joke online.

Harry shook his head, trying to hold his stomach in as it felt like it was trying to escape. He has seen ancient mummies, and rotten corpses, which came to life trying to kill him, and right now, they seemed like fun not-gross things to fight. He would rather commit necrophilia with a zombie than let this woman touch him.

"I don't know what kind of mirror you've been using, but, oh fuck you're revolting!" he spat out shocking her when he looked closer and she flickered from fat to beautiful and back again.

She smiled, thinking she had fixed her illusion, but it was obviously a mental illusion, which would not affect him.

"Yeah, not going to work elephant lady!" he said taking a step back, the pixies having stopped dancing, he could see the patrons shaking their heads looking around, and a few boys and girls along with young men and young women threw up upon seeing her as she fumed, losing concentration and not realising the spell had stopped.

"Why you brat!" she hissed out angrily, flinging a spell he dodged. "I handed you that silly little bitch's innocence to play with and this is the thanks I get. I knew it was too good to be true that a boy would be drawn here by the spell!"

"Yeah, she's cute and pretty fine, but I'm not going to take advantage of a drugged up girl!" he replied as he raised his right hand and she staggered back as a small but deadly ball of fire burst to life, aimed at her. "Now, I'm taking all of these pixies, the siren, your waitress, and the 'customers' and we're leaving. I shall then be reporting you for illegal use of magic, and then you'll be hunted and put in jail where you belong!"

"NEVER!" she roared out when suddenly she was hit by several spells from two baffled people sitting behind her. She collapsed with a huge crash, shattering a table as she fell on it.

Harry looked them over while they were trying to shake off their stupors. The first was a man with shaggy black hair and blue eyes while the woman at the table next to his was pretty, slender, and with pink hair. They were sitting with two confused people; the hot woman with the man had crinkled red hair while the guy with the hot young thing was an older guy, maybe the same age as the black haired man, with greying brown hair, if you calculated in the obvious lycanthropy.

The other two had drawn their wands, standing too as they noticed what was going on, the spell leaving them, slowly but surely, but still faster than Harry would have thought.

"Who is she, and what did she do to us?" the waitress girl asked, holding a trey of freshly baked cookies, looking at them she let them drop to the floor. "I'm sorry, they had love potion in them," she said sadly.

"Miss. Tonks," the red haired woman said, shaking her head clearer. "Get this thing out of my sight!" she hissed such venom even Harry flinched.

"Yes ma'am," the pink haired girl said nodding as she went to levitate only to conjure a giant blanket first and leaving with her, the lykan, or maybe not quite lykan, as he still had trouble with the phases of the moon; so he needed to work on that.

Harry just placed down the pixie cage and went passed towards the back room.

"Where do you think you're going?" the woman demanded, angry with him. "You are to leave the siren to us!"

Harry just gave her a look of 'insert cuss here'. "I don't think so. I'll be taking her away from here and you morons' thank you very much. I'm not rescuing her for you to dump her in another fish tank for perverts to touch!" he said leaving into the back room.

He was not followed as he spun his way through some corridors and through a secret passageway. "Oh, fuck!" he said, wide eyed as pixy bones and decaying tiny bodies littered the chamber. There were cages of thousands of pixies fluttering, but they stopped as they saw him, hope shinning in their little hearts.

Looking around they were all starving, and in the centre was a small glass tank of filthy salt water, no bigger than a child's paddling pool, and very shallow. She was barely submerged. Her arms were hanging over the edges with webbed fingers, as she lay on her back. She was so skinny he could see her ribs. Her blue and green tail was dull and drying out. Her long blue hair was matted and dry, looking brittle to the touch.

Her wrists were chained to the floor with shackles and her pale skin was pasty, dry and flaky. Runes marked the outside of the 'pool'. Her eyes were closed and she was sleeping, pained by her expression, her fanged teeth grit in agony. She had bruises covering her bare skin and some blistered burnt skin on her breasts, having lost so much weight having gotten very small.

She looked too delicate as he knelt by her side, checking her pulse; it was erratic and too weak. Her eyes flickered open weakly as she felt the touch; her piercing black eyes were near lifeless.

"Sshh, it's OK now," he said softly to her as he stroked her hair and tears fell from her eyes. "I'm... I'm from the Council... or... oh, sweeties, it's okay, everything will be okay from now on. I'll get you home, I promise."

He placed his free hand in the water while she would not let go of his other and started concentrating, mumbling words. The water level started rising, and then overflowing the pool, soaking him, her breathing started evening out as he replicated the saltwater, conjuring more, enough to make her feel more comfortable.

Harry had flooded the whole chamber, some of the lower pixies managing to get themselves something to soak in, to calm their aches, as they knew they should not drink it. He stopped the water after a few minutes and in a swift action managed to shatter her chains.

She held onto him, as he seemed to pull a blanket out of nowhere and wrapped her in it to give her her privacy and modesty. He pulled her into his arms and she held onto him, whimpering in his embrace as he sat her on his lap, drying her off, her tail moulded and reformed into weak skinny legs before he stood up.

He held her protectively as all of the cages in the chamber exploded open and pixies poured out with cries of thanks, some carrying injured or weaker friends, as they could not fly.

Entering back out into the shop, it was near empty except for that red haired woman and a few other people, the cages empty as the last pixy left out the open door, waving to him in gratitude.

He looked over the siren as she was whimpering and he could hear her stomach growling with hunger. He smiled sadly, kissed her forehead while she found content in him, and drifted off to sleep in the knowledge that he would get her help, and get her home.

"Where will you take her?" the red haired woman asked.

He looked to her, shaking his head. "I'm taking her home so her people can see to her wounds and we can feed her," he said before leaving, only to stop in the doorway. "Wizards will find travelling by sea dangerous for a while, so I suggest you spread the word," he said before just leaving, disappearing with a dispersal of space.

"Amelia, you're going to get bitched at a lot by people who would want an actual live siren to study," the black haired man said.

"Possibly, but this was the right thing to do, Sirius," she replied with a sigh. "Plus, that boy can make a fireball without a wand; I don't want to risk the humiliation of a kid beating me up."

"Point taken," he said with a small grin.

Harry had taken the mergirl home, and sat chest deep within the surf of an uninhabited island, hidden by magic, only wearing his beige cargo shorts. He could only find the place because his charge allowed it. He stroked her blue hair caringly as he had gotten rid of the blanket, covering her almost fully in the salt water, she relished in the comfort of his arms, as he helped her eat the fruit he had gotten her first.

The water crashed into them as night started to fall. The silver orb of the moon lighting them, and it would seem romantic if not for the injured girl. He cuddled her while they waited for her people to come for her. He knew they would, but their protection came first, so they had to wait. They had to make sure it was not a trap to capture more of them.

He had to chew the fruit for his new friend, and because she needed the good stuff from it, he has to pass it to her mouth to mouth. She accepted it like this after she almost chocked on a piece he tried giving her, first as she was too weak to chew. He lowered his mouth and she near kissed the fruit from him, and he could sense her sweetness and love.

She made sweet little noises as she ate. Her little mouth smiling as the already mashed up fruit slithered down her throat. He found it quite amusing that she seemed to be enjoying his attention and semi-kisses as he fed her like a bird would feed a baby-bird or something like that.

However, darkness had settled over the island and he had run out of fruit so settled for holding his charge and waiting. Then he sensed the unknown, coming from further out, eyes widening as he saw them, around thirty beautiful girls ageing from sixteen to nineteen at the most with long hair covering their breasts as they walked with legs, completely naked, shimmering in the moonlight.

Harry had heard that sirens could control the legs thing they do, but also knew that out of the water it was an automatic thing, and they could not last long without salt water. His charge couldn't do it consciously because she was too weak at the moment, which was why he stroked her tail under the water.

The sirens ranged from normal human hair colours from blonde, to more unique such as purples and greens, and from busty, to large, and small breasted, to black, white, and Asian. They stepped up, surrounding him and his 'mermaid'. Now, to a man not in the know, this was a fantasy come to life, but to a wise man, knew how dangerous they could be while in the water.

They did not speak as they surrounded him, and they did not have vocal cords in the same sense as humans, or a language. They just waited, watching him while their sister had brightened, making little mewing sounds of greeting. It dropped a few stern looks from a few of her sisters as they smiled at her, looking relieved to see her again.

Harry took this as his cue to stand up. They stood cautiously, and watched how he held their sister, the gentleness, and the trust she showed in him made more relax. He then offered her to one of them, and though a little reluctant the dark skinned mergirl went to her sister, pulling her lovingly to her chest, kissing her lips with a shimmer of blue light, it seemed to make the younger of the two look healthier.

He had heard rumours that a sirens kiss could heal, but sirens kept themselves to themselves, except for when they needed a male to breed with, but then that was easy stuff, so there had never been any real proof. It was a beautiful and caring sight. It was a love deeper than he knew; that of siblings. It made him feel the loss of his own sisters, and want to hurry to them as soon as possible, to protect them.

It took him a moment to realise that a few of the sirens were thanking him as they curled their bodies around him. They each hugged him, and kissed his lips before pulling back, leaving an emotional impression of their love for their sister and their gratitude.

He accepted every kiss, feeling the thanks, and having been given something special; something he realised from the thoughts that slid to him through the kisses were meant for family, which meant they now considered him family.

He smiled as they had finished, surprised when he went to say bye to his siren that the one holding her kissed him, deep with a long tongue, and he realised these weren't just her thoughts and feelings but his girls too; her love, her eternal gratitude, her everything.

She pulled back after a full minute of a dizzying kiss and smiled, gesturing her sister, in her arms where she was sleeping. He knew she would pass on his feelings and thoughts of her to her sister when she woke, so nodded his head, grateful.

"Oh what an amazing sight, and so many new pets...!"

The sirens went from gentle to vicious in seconds, claws, fangs, and hissing as they all looked over as a fat blob of a woman stood on the beach with around thirty or more leering men. Voldemort's Death Eaters, and bound at their feet was that young Tonks auror and the lykan man.

Harry looked up, as the moon was not full. If this woman did this two nights ago this could have been bad for them as lykan were not likely going to attack sirens in the water as they6 were vicious monsters, not stupid. The lykan was badly beaten and unconscious, and though pretty bruised up Tonks was still awake, crying in her binds, and gagged.

"How the hell did you get here you fat slob?!" Harry demanded, enraged.

She laughed as if not insulted and her Death Eaters sneered and hissed in outrage, obviously caught in the woman's lies. "I placed tracers on that useless wench just in case I had to find her, and where does she lead us but to the Sirens Cove!"

"I guess that means you're never leaving this island!" he said, turning to the siren holding her injured sister. "Take her… take Misty," he said, using the name from the memories… a thought of a name that came to him, as they do not seem to have names in the traditional human sense. "Take her and get out of here. I can handle these losers, and trust me… none of them will leave alive!"

She looked reluctant for a moment before the dark skinned beauty nodded and dropped backwards falling into and under the water, her sisters following, gone, even though the Dark Fatty and her gang of Death Eaters tried firing magic to stop them, it was no good, they were too fast, and this was their territory, their island.

The Dark Fatty looked back at Harry, fuming. "You foolish boy, it doesn't matter, I'll get it back, and some more too, maybe I'll sell some as playthings!"

Harry sneered as he made some gestures with his hands, in a pattern. The Dark Fatty only survived as two Death Eaters surprisingly got in the way as two huge whips of salt water blazed out steaming with a fiery heat and sliced them in two before dropping back down with a splash.

He dropped back into the water after a shocked pause the Death Eaters opened fire. Harry was holding his breath, using magic so he could see under water. They were quite pathetic when it came to spell choice. They were trying to curse him, but curses or jinxes would not pass through the water. They should have been trying cutting hexes, bludgeoners, or any force type spells really, or even aqua manipulation.

Though, he wondered why he was complaining. Their idiocy was his luck. He swam around; out of their line of fire, sticking his head up, he smirked. He lifted his right hand, concentrating a small light flickered to life growing into a baseball sized yellow orb of light.

He aimed and the orb flew, twirling when it dived down at his command-gesture and in a huge explosion, three Death Eaters met their end. The other Death Eaters and the Dark Fatty looked around, now showing concern but Harry had already moved, using the distraction to get back onto the beach, hidden behind some rocks and trees.

Streams of blue light arched around Harry's right hand as it materialised a silver handgun, nearly completely full with bullets. He poked his head round to see the nervous Death Eaters and the Dark Fatty shouting at them to get him, ordering them to get in the water.

That was a very grave mistake as several obeyed, walking into their knees. They seemed to all just slip in, down, gone and they were not going to come out alive as Harry waited. Then the first brutalised body broke the surface followed by the others, one after the other. It was kind of creepy since he knew how gentle sirens really were, but threaten them and their home and they could be vicious.

The Death Eaters were starting to realise that they were not fighting the usual type and that their lives really were in danger, and that Harry alone was dangerous, but calculate in the sirens waiting in the ocean and that just added to the danger because they could not run to the sea for protection, only to their deaths.

Harry smirked as he stood, using the horror scene as a distraction; he fired, hitting a few, killing two men and wounding five more. The wounded just dropped to the sand crying and whimpering. Harry hid again as the others turned; trying to curse him, but the rocks just blocked them.

He has to wonder whether any of them had heard about other magic's that might blow up his cover, or transfigure it to move or something, but as before, their ignorance was his gain.

"ENOUGH!" the Dark Fatty screamed and the firing stopped. "Who the hell do you think you are boy?!" she screamed in her anger.

"Harry King. You are?" he answered, amused as his gun disappeared since it was out of ammo and he had no more for that type of weapon.

"I am the Dark Lady Selene!" she said proudly. "I have been biding my time, feeding off the misery of others for years, now you hope to ruin everything, KING!"

"Well that explains the weight issues," he responded, amused while he could near feel her hate. "Though, I have to wonder what Voldemort would think if he saw you using his minions without permission?!" he said, sensing the Death Eaters flinching, either at the name, or about what Voldemort would do to them if he found out.

"I care not!" she replied, not so angry now. "But I do know what heroes care about. They care about innocent people, like Nymphadora Tonks and the werewolf, Remus Lupin!"

"Oh, crap… that's not playing fair!" he said, annoyed, almost winging. "Wait… Nymphadora… that's freaking hilarious!" he said laughing as he stood with his hands up. He could see the auror trying to give him the evil eye, but her whimpers and tears ruined it.

The Death Eaters all held him at wand-point while she smiled, her wand pointed at Tonks. "Good boy, now throw down your wand! Having a hero in a cage will be most pleasing, maybe I can capture Potter too, and you can share. It would certainly show the competition that I was best!"

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes as he just flickered away, appearing right by her feet, grabbed Tonks and Lupin and flickered back behind his rock out of sight. The Dark Fatty just stood stock still, staring at the place by her feet in shock.

"These guys are fucking idiots!" Harry said to Tonks while she was just looking up at him, blinking in surprise while he untied her, she nearly hugged the life out of him before pulling back, embarrassed and pulling her gag off to help untie Lupin, but kept quiet at Harry's gesture.

The Dark fatty screamed after a moment. "You incompetent buffoons...! It's no wonder Voldemort was getting nowhere! Which one of you was in charge of the anti-apparation jinx?"

"N-none of us..." one of the men braved. He was shuddering, and speaking slowly, fearful. "Y-you said that-." She was obviously blaming him as she just killed him, not even a little torture as a first strike.

"Okay, King! I see, maybe its money you want, and I have plenty of money!"

"I would like plenty of money!" he initially agreed. "But no can do. I won't abandon by values no matter the sum!" he said as he created a silvery orb between his hands winking at Tonks while she watched in awe. He stood and threw it like a grenade.

The Death Eaters all jumped out of the way, fleeing as it thudded and sunk into the sand, making it glow white for a second before fading out. The Death Eaters started getting up, looking at a little burnt spot with a tiny weed sticking out, and before the others could warn against it, one Death Eater plucked it out.

The ground started shaking, and the Death Eaters screaming. Tonks had to look, grimacing as the sand was spinning like a vortex swallowing Death Eaters to their doom, and when it stopped only five Death Eaters and the Dark Fatty survived.

Harry now felt satisfied enough in his own talents to stand up. He had never had such an easy battle; everyone he knew would have nullified his sinkhole spell before or after it took effect. It only worked on sand or really, really thick wet mud.

It was now obvious that the Death Eaters feared him. Tonks was just peaking over the rocks, concerned with how she would explain this to Dumbledore and her boss. Though, she couldn't help but admire the young man and his talent for ass-kicking; he would be the best auror on the force if he joined up, and the guy the corrupt crapped themselves because when they saw him.

"Wow, looks like I've won!" Harry said in amusement as the Death Eaters stepped back from him, but trying to keep away from the Dark Fatty too as they could die either way.

That was when the Dark Fatty screeched as she had gotten too close to the water, and in seconds several siren were out, dragging her kicking and screaming into their domain and out of sight. That left the Death Eaters alone and they were quivering, and in seconds threw down their wands and surrendered, begging.

Harry walked out from around the rocks and closer, and even without a drawn wand they kept moving back until one gasped. Looking down as his shoe got wet.

"No!" he muttered quivering while his fellows looked to him confounded.

The sirens were so fast; the men disappeared in but a moment. The other Death Eaters had not the chance to comprehend what had him panicked.

A beautiful blonde siren stepped out of the ocean a moment later, naked, with a smile as men started bobbing up behind her, dead. She slid into Harry's arms and let her lips brush his before they were kissing deeply, holding each other tight when she pulled away, smiling after she had given him the message from her people, welcoming him as their brother.

He smiled as he had accepted the honour in the kiss, and she stepped back with a silent giggle, peaking him on the lips one last time before slipping back into the water, and the last he saw of her was her golden silvery tail splash once before she had swum too deep to see.

Turning he watched Tonks as she had found a wand and levitated Lupin over. "Umm… what is all that kissing about?" she could not help but ask, blushing as she checked out his fit body and wiping tear stains from her eyes.

He laughed, shaking his head. "It is how they communicate, with touch, kisses, emotions, and expressions. It is a great honour for a human to share that."

"O-k," she said, shaking her head. "So how do we get off this island? I don't know where we are, and looking, I couldn't apparate that far anyway, and certainly not with Remus."

Harry sighed as he grabbed her arm, and the floating mans and they disappeared only to reappear back in Hogsmead. Tonks looked around in shock as Harry did not even look winded, from jumping hundreds of miles.

"You should probably get him some medical attention!" Harry said with a tired sigh. "I'm never going to catch a break am I?" he asked no one as Tonks had quickly left, apparating her friend to hospital for some treatment, for him and for her.

He sighed as he felt exhausted and needed a good night's rest as it was now starting to get late. Therefore, he disappeared, only to reappear in an old apartment in London that his grandpas used when he found him. He now owned it and, yep he found a bed and collapsed boneless, asleep before his head hit the pillow, but for a place not used it sure it was clean.

However, once morning came and he stirred and stretched as he sat up, coming he came face to face with two young women, one of which was holding a cricket bat, both a little dirty and worse for wear, he was startled.

The girl with the cricket bat held it threateningly. "Who are you and how did you get in, we changed the locks? The owners haven't been here in years!?"

Harry rubbed his head looking the girls over; though taking a sniff they both had not washed in a while, they were quite the lookers with dark hair and fair blue eyes. He figured they were sisters.

"Wow, I have cute squatters, and not drug peddling douche bags," he commented, unconcerned about the older sister with the bat as he could take it from her at any time with little fuss, but if it made her feel safer he would let her keep it until she choose to put it down. "Oh, wait, you're not drug peddling douche bags are you?"

"No," the younger of the two said with a small smile. "I'm Amanda, and this is my big sister Lizzy-!"

"Shh!" Lizzy said trying to hush her, but she was too late.

Harry shrugged, smiling as he hoped out of bed, making the older nervous as she eyed his solid chest, and realised from his muscles that he was not a push over whereas many muscular men were. "How about we make a deal?" he suggested, startling them.

"W-what kind of deal...?" Lizzy asked nervously as her cheeks darkened as her mind went to naughty place's, which was the standard in situations like that, but on TV, in films, online it was never such a good-looking guy.

He laughed as he saw what she was thinking. "No, nothing like that... you're both pretty, but I'm not a jerk," he said, rolling his eyes while they both blushed sighing, and pleased with the compliment. "You can both stay here, legally, rent free for as long as you want as long as you keep the place good, tidy up, that sort of thing. Then every-so-often I'll need a place to crash, and I do not like the couch so you either share with each other or me, I'm not fussed, and then I'm a big believer in a delicious meal when I come home."

"OK!" the younger girl said excitedly. "But the water and gas don't work so we can't cook you a real awesome breakfast or let you have a shower. Well, we can make you scrambled egg in the microwave; we have loads of eggs? And then you can have them on toast; the toaster works?"

Harry smiled, shaking his head. "I don't get why the gas is off, but," he said walking passed them, Lizzy putting her bat down as they followed him to the bathroom where he touched the wall by the bathtub with shower, muttered a few words and the girls gasped as the wall glowed red, they heard some churning, then it stopped.

Harry then turned on the tap and mucky water came out until it cleared and he turned it off. "It was just a blockage. I don't know about the gas. I'll get someone around to look at it when I can as I don't want to risk your lives trying to sort that. It could be dangerous."

"How did you do that?" Lizzy asked feeling scared and awed.

He looked at her smiling. "I'm a sorcerer," he said flicking his wrist, blue light formed a large thick book in his hand. "Here, these are kiddie spells, my friend Ocean… well, she finds them amusing, but all I can see is a pretty cool way for novices to learn a few neat tricks in the mystic department," he said handing her the large book.

"I can learn real magic?" Amanda asked hopefully; still baffled by everything.

He shrugged. "Sure, you're not witches but you can become mystics. I'm not promising you'll get very good, but if you want to try, this book is the book you'll want to start out with," he said leading them out of the bathroom and into the apartments lounge where that blue light manifested some clothes on the couch.

"Oh, by the way, there are rules, and laws you would need to follow," he said as he handed them a pamphlet. "I've broken pretty much all of these one's, but this pamphlet pretty much just states the obvious."

"Why are you-?" Lizzy tried to ask.

However, he interrupted, answering. "Because I'm going to be staying here from time to time, it will be less stressful if you're a part of who I am, and I can sense your potential. And unless you want to watch, I'm going to get changed now. I only smell of salt water and don't want a cold shower."

"Sorry!" they both chimed leaving the room with their new and intriguing book.

Harry exited after he got dressed in some black cargo trousers, black tee, and some white running shoes. Stretching a little, he felt good and found the girls in the kitchen having made some breakfast. He ate with them in the lounge and answered questions all morning before he put up some wards and had to leave in search of his sisters.

He gave Amanda and Lizzy his phone number to call him if they needed too, and took their Pay As You Go numbers and left with a grin in a splash of wind.

"Do you think we can learn to do that?" Amanda asked her sister, excited.

Lizzy looked at her shrugging. "I don't know, but do you think he will do me?"

"Us!" her sister replied, smirking when they both burst out laughing at how lucky they had gotten.