Chapter Two – The Auror
Ron hugged Harry, with tears rolling down his back, Ron crying his eyes out, as the other Weasleys got in and the car, drove off with Mr. Weasley at the wheel. Ron didn't need to say anymore, Harry understood. He stared blankly onto space, feeling his own eyes fill with tears. Bill and Charlie Weasley dead! It sounded as though the news had just come through. Now he fully understood why the Weasleys had panicked when he put Voldamort in the letter, come to think about it, it was a stupid thing to do, and now the Weasleys thought Harry knew something they didn't. Which wasn't true and now he couldn't believe that he had dragged the Weasleys out from Devon to Surrey, to come a get him.
Harry felt awful as they sat in silence for the long journey to the Burrow, a journey that Harry has never forgotten. Felt awful, for having go much fun, this past week, for making Ron panic, for not telling him the truth about his new powers. The list was endless. These thought swirled around Harry's mind for the entire silent journey, until they arrived at The Burrow, where he was greeted by an, equally as upset, Herimone, who ran towards him and hugged him as well. She was crying to much to speak, and both her and Ron, stared at Harry. Everyone did, including Mrs. Weasley and Mad Eye Moody, who had now come to join them at the car.
"How did you know, Potter?" he said coldly, staring both eyes at him, magical and normal. But Ron answered the question for him.
"He didn't!" He wailed again, "I told him in the car!" Ron's feet went from under him and Harry caught him as he went down, both of them landing in a large heap on the ground. Ron still crying, absolutely devastated, and Harry couldn't blame him as he tried to pull Ron to him feet with Herimone's help. Nobody seemed to believe Ron, as they continued to stare at Harry and he explained, as best he could through the shock and his own tears, that him putting Voldamort in the letter was shear coincidence, and he didn't know what happened until Ron told him on the way to The Burrow. At last they all seemed to believe him and they all turned the house, but Mad Eye Moody, was still looking at him, still very unsure. As Harry walked up to the Burrow, he was reminded also of his godfather, Serius Black, who had been killed the end of last Hogwarts year, and further tears, fell down his face. He could still clearly, Serius falling through the veil, murdered by the ex-deatheater, still on the run, and now back working with Lord Voldamort.
After a while, outside, greeting one another, they all wondered inside The Burrow, for some breakfast. Mrs. Weasley, was too distressed, over Bill and Charlie, to prepare her usually exquisite breakfast, so Mad Eye Moody leant a hand. 'He wasn't bad cook!' thought Harry, setting down after helping in the kitchen, himself, eating at the usual quiet and somber table. Harry couldn't blame the Weasleys, they were in mourning, for Bill and Charlie, and they were all still in tears. The silence in the room was getting to Harry pretty badly and be had to do something, to take his mind off what had happened, otherwise he would fall into that bottomless pit, and never be able to climb out again. He causally looked around the kitchen and he noticed a copy of the Daily Prophet, the local wizarding newspaper, on the side. He reached over to the sideboard, to grab it, expecting to see something of Lord Voldamort, on the front cover, or in the first few pages, but was quite taken aback, when it read something else:
'Dangerous, Crazed, Psychotic, Auror On The Loose' it said in large letter across the front. Harry raised an eyebrow, and looked up. He caught Mr. Weasley's eye, who nodded to continue reading. He had a look of both fearful and sorrow, in those eyes. Harry looked back at the paper, to the photograph.
It was so dark, that Harry could barely make out who was moving the picture. It looked as though it had been taken on the roof of a tall skyscraper, in the middle of the night, with someone crouching down, surveying the scene below, with a long black coat, swaying about in the wind. Then the crouched figure, stared at down from the roof, and then turned seemingly towards the camera, and it was at that this point, did Harry realised that the person in the picture was female. She was hunched on the edge of the roof, with both her hands spread out in front of her, on the roof floor to support, looking as though she was going to jump. She was wear black from head to toe as well as the long black coat, and Harry sensed that she had a air of strength, speed, flexibility, and eerieness about her. It was her eyes. Set back in their dark sockets, her pale face, shadowed only by, what looked like, long dark red hair, blowing in the wind. The eyes, themselves, were golden yellow, dark and extremely fierce, staring through the picture, straight at Harry, penetrating deep through him, to the point where they made his stomach jolt. The expression on her face, was completely emotionless, neither good or evil, and potential dangerous. Harry gulped as he continued to stare at her, noticing that she had some sort of scar over her left eyebrow but not before seeing that Mr. Weasley looking at him, reading his mind.
"Read it, Harry!" He said in a toneless voice. Harry looked down at the article.
'The worldwide manhunt continues despite the latest sighting of the incredibly dangerous Auror known as 'Hawk' has been last seen in New York (see photograph), and that the British-born American is rumoured to be returning home, to her birth country. The true identity of 'Hawk' is still a mystery, and the American Ministry of Magic is still denying that they train their Aurors to be this dangerous. The Auror known as 'Hawk' is rumoured to be an expert in the art of black illegal magic, as well as the Dark Arts, leaving death and destruction in her wake, but this information has not yet been confirmed. It is also rumoured that she is working along side He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and is also said to be even more powerful then even him. 'Hawk' is incredibly illusive, impossible to track, and has so far out maneuvered, the loyal Aurors on her trail, her phenomenal abilities, not seen before by either the British or American Ministry of Magic. It is that said that her strengths were known to be dangerous by the American Minister, though this is again not confirmed, while she was being trained as an Auror, even through she was said, to be kept on a tight rope.
She escaped from the secure Ministry unit in Washington, a month ago and that members of the wizarding public, in both countries, not to approach 'Hawk' except for extreme circumstances, but to contact their Ministry by owl. It is repeated, please, do not approach, 'Hawk' for any reason. Her appearance is not what it seems and is likely to attack, and kill, any approaching witch or wizard.'
Harry again looked up from the article, stunned, staring at Mr. Weasley, who nodded.
"Yep, they've got half the Ministry out looking for her," He said, signing, "including me and Moody!" He added, with a worried look from Mrs. Weasley, everyone listening now. He indicated towards the newspaper in Harry hand.
"That's the clearest picture we have of her so for, and believe me, Hawk is as good as that thing says she is. Whoever took that photo in New York, was a brave soul, let's just hope he wasn't spotted." he paused.
"Why?" Harry asked, unable to control the trembling in his voice.
"Because, Harry, imagine some of the horrible deeds You-Know-Who has committed over the years and times that by ten, to come even close to what Hawk is capable of!"
Harry felt fear flow over him, like nothing he had ever felt before and was shaking badly now
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley had protested, to stop from talking. But he turned to her.
"Molly, they need know!" He paused, staring at his wife, and continued.
"What that this doesn't tell you is that she has been spotted in the UK, and trying to keep the public from panicking, we have been flooded with complaints by owl, and with You-Know-Who about as well as Hawk on the loose, as been extremely difficult, especially if they are working together. The question I want to know is, who's working for who?"
"They have roped everyone in, all the old guys, to find her." Said Mad Eye Moody, agreeing with Mr. Weasley, that Harry and the other should know the sitution. "and if they done find her soon, Fudge could loose his job!" He added with a slight grin.
Corneous Fudge was the Minster of Magic, and not that well liked.
"Who is she?" Harry asked, nervously.
"No-one knows!" Moody replied, "But if those blasted Americans looked after their own people, we wouldn't be having this problem." His temper was rising. Mr. Weasley stared at him.
"She is as much our problem as theirs, Moody. She is British-born after all!"
Moody scowled at Arthur Weasley, as a bang at the made them all jump. It was the aging Weasley owl, Errol with the post, Hogwarts letters for Harry, Ron, Herimone and Ginny.
Over the next two weeks, Harry had never felt so uncomfortable in his life, then he did at the Weasleys, and he wasn't the only one. Herimone feeling the same, like they shouldn't there, like they were out staying their welcome. With the news of Bill and Charlie, and with both the Hawk and Voldamort on the run, the tension in the Weasley household, was at breakpoint, and Harry was glad to leave, completely forgetting about practicing his new powers, to catch the Hogwarts Express, on September the first, after having read about another incident between muggle policeman and Hawk, no one was killed. "I bet they have on idea just how lucky they are to be alive!" Mr. Weasley had said, and Harry quietly agree. The incidents with Hawk, reminded Harry, of when his godfather had escaped from Askaban, in his third year, but this time round, they was a lot more fear and tension as Hawk was a lot more powerful.