A/N- Chapter Edited. Sorry for posting such a bad chapter before. But coming out of a writer's block, I forgot to edit the draft. This is the fifth draft of the chapter that I have written. Thanks to Plums, constructive criticism is good for a writer. I was reminded to edit it by the review.

As for queries, Plums- The death eater and the dark activity have a large part to play in this story. So, I cannot reveal all of it in one chapter. As for dark activity being illegal, we are talking about a time when they have just come out of a war led by dark wizards, naturally, they would be paranoid.

Read, review and constructive criticism is welcome.

Uneventful. Uninteresting. Boring. None of these words can even began to describe my life at Cannon beach. Me and Hermione were sent here by the ministry to chase a stray death eater but we had not even found a speck of evidence to indicate that the death eater was still here. I had told Hermione about my doubts already but she believed that we should go and check.

So far, we had found nothing. When we reached cannon beach, my dark magic detector had detected some dark activity from a small house. But when we reached the house and knocked, we were greeted by a young harmless looking muggle woman whose name was Leah.

When I saw Leah, I was mesmerized by her beauty. I had even stared stupidly. So much that Leah had noticed and Hermione had to sneakinly hit me with a silencing spell and a mild stinging spell so that I did not say anything stupid. When I had entered the house, it had been just like I had imagined a home outside Hogwarts. A small cabin with a small, cramped but homey living room with a connected kitchen and small front and backyard. Though, I had not bothered to imagine it facing an ocean.

The most embarrassing moment I had in front of Leah was when I suddenly blurted out my introduction when Hermione removed the silencing charm from me. What Leah had thought of me? I do not know.

These few months had been quite pleasent. More than rest of my life had ever been. I had found love in Leah and visited her quiet frequently. Hermione had acted quite weirdly a few times but nonetheless became Leah's good friend. I had an incident concerning her, the weirdness of which had freaked the hell out of me.

"Harry" I heard Hermione screeching my name. She had a good pair of lungs but a sound so loud had never escaped her toungue before. So loud that I heard it in the woods behind the little cottage we had bought.

Abandoning the small wooden house I was trying to create for Crookshanks, manually ( on Hermione's insistence as she felt that wizards relied too much on magic ), I bounded in the house, taking long steps, I was there in seconds. When I reached the house, fanatically calling out to Hermione, she came out of the kitchen and inquired,"What happened Harry?" "You didn't scream?" was the only thing I said and her reply was in negative.

I did not know what the incident was about but felt that it couldn't be anything good. I returned to making the hose again.

My house shook when I was thrown into a wall by Hermione. It was Christmas day. Me, Harry and Hermione, who had become my good friend, were having the Christmas dinner I had prepared. When the first day they had arrived at my door, they had come as lost tourists but became residents of the small town, mesmerized by its beauty. In a few months, they had become good friends to me. Me and Harry had taken some fancy to each other and went on a few dates and I was coming to like his slightly immature behaviour and inexperianced romance. I still remember our slightly romantic night with perfect clarity.

It was the day of Hollow'en. Harry looked quite sad. When all the children of Avonlea were trick and treating and adults standing with toffies to distribute, I noticed Harry looked quite sullen."Why is Harry looking like hhe has not slept from an year?" I inqired to Hermione."Oh! The nightmares." Hermione replied but instantly got a look which looked suspiciously like 'I shouldn't have said that' when she saw Harry listening in. When Harry went away, Insted of backing out, I was trying to drill out more information,"What nightmares?" I prodded without a speck of shame. And Hermione was overeager to tell me.

"Death of his parents" She said but was met with a question mark from me."His parents died on the Hallow'en eve"."Oh!" was the only response that I could think of at that moment. Though, I couldn't relate to him as an orphan, I had also lost a parent and like the case with Harry, I also couldn't feel cheerful on the day of my dad's death.

I couldn't think of how to cheer Harry up. I desperately wanted to. After a bit of thinking, I just decided that it would do us both a lot of good to have a heart to heart talk.

On Christmas day, I had been dreadfully unhappy. It was the second Christmas I was going to celebrate without my family and outside La Push. Even though I had a Christmas tree outside my house, even the hardword of decorating it could not stop me from brooding. Then, when I sat for dinner, I heard soft murmuring sounds.

"It has to be done today Harry!"

"But Hermione-"

I was cut off by her when she made a shushing motion with her finger and I knew it would be a waste of time to argue with her. Hermione had been deeply missing England. Her and Ron had bee dating seriously when she came here. She didn't even have time to spend with her parents whose memory had been restored just prior to our arrival here. She missed everyone a lot. I did too but not as much as her. Me and Ginny had had a fight after Battle of Hogwarts which resulted in our complete enstrangement with each other. Whenever I visited the Burrow,she would lock herself in her room and only come down for meals and then also, would not meet my eyes.

We were going to Leah's house for a quick search as we had felt dark activity inside the house again, first time after our first day here. The plan was simple, we go inside, politely have a conversation with Leah, knock her out with a stunning spell, search the house and get out after putting her in deep sleep and obliviating her. And I felt awefully guilty about it. I loved her. Uhh! But I couldn't fight Hermione on this because- first- she's my best friend, second- I wanted to go back to Britain too and third and most important- anyone who was performing a dark activity might actually hurt Leah. My heart constricted at the thought of someone hurting Leah. Even though we were not dating 'seriously'(yet), we were pretty close. I was sure that I was destined to be with her. She complimented me a lot. And that had become clear with one conversation on a chilly halloween night.

"I know how it feels." She had said as she came and sat beside me on the beach, on a fallen log of tree, coated with mud but I didn't care, nor did she. Her words conveyed such raw emotion that taught me something that nothing else did in all those years. That I was not the only one who was suffering, there were others too. The next thing Leah said, saved me from drowning myself in a sea of sorrow. Her words comforted me in a way none other could have. They gave me a sense of belonging. They made me feel understood. They gave me a purpose. Made me realize that I was not useless. Like I was feeling, after Voldemort's end. Since I entered wizarding world, I knew I had to venge my parents' death and after that, I was purposeless. She had said, "You don't have too hide it all, you know", her voice cracked at the end.

Like ever in Leah fashion, she tried to regain her composure by turning away, not allowing herself a moment of weakness. I wanted to comfort her but I myself was pretty much an emotional wreck, emotions indjced by the amount of care in Leah's voice when she spoke to me that night.

When she turned around, I was trying to form a reply and I finally said brokenly, "Its so difficult." And broke down into sobs. Leah held me in her arms, murmuring soothing words and rubbing my back.

In a few minutes, when I had finally calmed down, I asked her," Why are you doing this for me?" But hastened to add, "Not that I am not thankful." She laughed out loud at this but instantly got a somber look, "Because I understand." "Tell me." I wanted to know about her and she wanted to know about me, so we shared our stories with each other.

I told her about everything, carefully excluding everything magical. About Dursleys, my godfather, a deadly interschool competition, a battle etc. When it was time to listen ro her story, I was eager.

"When your most beautiful dream comes to a sudden end, it rips you apart." She started and I gulped. The very start sounded sorrowful. "I lived in LaPush Quileute reservation in Washington. I had a loving father, strict but caring mother, an annoying little brother and the most loving fiancèe. But it all chanved when my fiancèe, Sam disappeared."

When we reached the cottage's front door, we knocked lightly and we were greeted by a warm smile from Leah. In the yard stood a huge Christmas tree, tastefully decorated. How she managed to drag the tree to her yard, I didn't know.

She ushered us inside and dinner was served which was eaten with a happy chatter between 'mione and Leah. This only served to make me more guilty. I felt like a Peter Pettigrew, like I was betraying her.

Harry and Hermione were life savers. In a lot of sense. Harry had saved me from killing myself of sorrow when he urged me to speak about my story

"Though, he returned in a week, it was not the same. He was always angry and frosty to everyone but me and his mother. He even changed his plan to go to collage. So did I, to be with him. For our joint graduation party, cousin had come and I introduced her to Sam. He broke up with me the same day. For my cousin." At that time I had felt foolish, crying into his shoulder. I procedded to tell him about Dad's death and having to quit collage to remain home and take care of the family. It had felt good to share it with someone and brought me out of my grief. The incident also established a close friendship and budding love between me and Harry.

Like that day, they had saved me today by visiting otherwise, I would have died of boredom if they hadn't come. I was forever in their debt. But they were behaving quite weirdly. Harry was not his cheerful, slightly awkward self nor was Hermione talking about the latest scientific discovery. Dinner was, nevertheless, spent with an excitable chatter.

We were heading for the living room to sit down when I felt like I was going to faint but didn't. It was really weird. Maybe that was how the leeches felt.

I was shocked was an understatement. Hermione's spell splashed harmlessly on Leah's back. She turned around to look at us and made the next few minutes one of the biggest disasters of my life. I don't know what Hermione felt at that moment but she, for some reason became enraged and launched herself at Leah and threw her in a wall. The next moment, she was clutching a broken wrist. But Leah did not seem at all fazed, just extremely shocked. Anyone would be if their friend throws them into a wall.

"Harry, she is dark. She is the death eater Harry. Attack." Hermione was constantly urging me to attack but I could not decide whom to support. Leah, a young love or Hermione, my best friend. She was shaking and my wand was shaking too in my hands. I could not bring myself to attack this girl. The same girl who had comforted me in my time of completer breakdown, The girl who had already suffered so much. How could I attack her? But tge senae of loyalty towards Haermione won. I next moment, a giant grey wolf was standing in her place.

Was she really a dark creature? A werewolf? But it was not a full moon night. Then what? 'mione looked extremely shocked but kept firing spells at a frightening pace, all of which splashed harmlessly. The wolf ran away very soon, howling loudly.

It was dangerous. Whatever Hermione had used on me was definitely an offensive weapon. But why did not it work against me?

Just a few days ago, I was thinking about lack of adventure in my life recently. And my luck, who definitely loved to be cursed brought an extra large dose of adventure in my life. I was shaking severely. The wolf inside me desperately wanted to come out even though I had phased just recently. And on impulse, I phased and at the same time, I saw another red light speeding towards me. Seeing it broke my heart. Not the light, but its source. It was Harry.

All the time we spent, all of our cherished friendship, our budding love, just gave me another heartbreak. Another betrayal. Coming out of shocks, I broke into a run and went deep into the woods.