Harry Potter sat in the back yard of 4 Privet Drive trying to cool off from the unusual heat that had overcome all of London. He was also trying to stave off the underlying depression he was feeling ever since he returned from the Department of Mysteries. With hindsight being 20/20 he realized he should not have taken his friends or himself to the DoM that night. If he had just stayed put like 'Mione said he would living with Sirius instead of his godforsaken fucking muggle relatives.

Thoughts of his godfather made the despair worse. He knew that Sirius' death really not his fault but still he could not help but feeAl guilty about it all the same. He knew where to place the blame. It lye at the feet of Tom Riddle, Albus Dumbledore and especially one Severus Snape. Just thinking of Snape made his blood boil and his magic to spark almost uncontrollably. If Snape had done as the head master had ordered him to, then he would not be sitting here in the state he was in.

The only good things that had come from the fiasco at the Ministry were he now knew why Voldemort was after him and he finally understood the feelings he was having toward Hermione. Just knowing Hermione was okay after getting hit by Dolohov's curse made Harry sigh with relief every time he though he had lost her. Yes, Ron Weasley was his best mate and first human friend he had made when he entered the magical realm but Harry knew he could not survive without Hermione's friendship. Ron was the type of person who knew how to have fun but that was the extent of Ron's personality. Harry now understood that Ron was lazy, irresponsible, and bigoted almost as much as Draco Malfoy. Only Ron didn't think anything was wrong with his attitude. This is why Ron would never change or ever grow up.

Hermione on the other hand was always trying to do the right thing. She made him study when he didn't feel like it. She made him think just a little bit more before rushing into situations. Overall she was that voice in the back of his head telling him whether or not he should be doing what he was at that given moment in time. But the best thing about Hermione was just thinking about her made him smile. It made his world just a little bit brighter than if she was not there. She was the one person who cared about Harry James Potter, not the Boy Who Lived. That was the reason he loved her and that was the reason he would never tell her this little bit of info. Because, if she didn't return those feelings he might as well walk up to Tommy, snap his holly wand and say "you can have this world there is nothing left for me here."

While Harry was going over the current state of his friendships, four people watched him sitting alone in the back yard. These four people were in groups of two. The first group were members of The Order of the Phoenix, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin. They were here on orders of Dumbledore to make sure Harry stayed out of trouble. Remus had two reasons for being here, one the old man ordered him to and second he wanted to make sure Harry was doing okay. The main reason Tonks, she hates her first name, was here is she is in love with Lupin. If the two order members had checked the area like they were supposed to, then they would have noticed the magical disturbance across the street at 3.

The two unnoticed people had been observing 4 since Harry had returned from Hogwarts. They noticed who came, who left, who paid attention to Harry's movements and who passed out the minute the finished checking for magical people. As the sun was setting the taller of the two claimed "we will have no problems with his guards tonight." The second look at his friend and asked " are you sure DaZach? The man appears to be a lycanthrope, which could be problematic. The woman appears to be clumsy but that seems to be an act to throw people off. She is a formidable fighter."

Dazach pondered his companions statement for a moment before concluding, " I have seen these two here more often than the others, Alzander. The man cares deeply for the young man and will only want what is best for him. While the woman is broadcasting her thoughts. They range from will Remus ever notice me to I wish we could help Harry get out of here sooner. So no these two will not hinder us in any way once we explain the reason for taking the young lord with us."

Alzander look at the older man, started to speak but decided DaZach knew better than he. He knew DaZach had been with the royal family since before King Harold had passed. DaZach, was a formidable man. He stood 6'2" tall, weighed 215 lbs, was nothing but muscle, he had shoulder length brown hair and ice blue eyes that could charm even the chaste of women or stop a nundu dead in its tracks. He had the fighting skills of any three men magical or not and the intelligence and wisdom of one many years his senior.

DaZach knew his young friend and apprentice wanted to say something but noticed the man declined to speak. DaZach thought " he is finally learning to accept that he does not know everything." He knew Alzander was a smart and skillful warrior but he also needed more training. The younger man would one day take over the position of Master at Arms but that was many years away. Alzander was daunting in his appearance. He only stood 5'9" tall but he tipped the scales and 230 lbs and looked to be made of granite instead of flesh. His auburn hair was kept in a braid that reached his waist and his eyes were the blackest of night. At times, when his temper was riled up, those eyes scared the bravest of men but could comfort the meekest of children. The initial training of the young lord would fall to this man even though he did not know this little bit of information. The two men waited patiently for the right time to approach their unsuspecting lord.

After the sun had left the horizon, DaZach informed Alzander, "It is time to make ourselves known to our future leader." The younger man nodded as they made their way to 4 Privet Drive. As the two men walked cautiously to the front door little did one Harry James Potter realize his world was about to change in imaginable proportions.

As DaZach reached the door he knocked gently but load enough to be heard by the occupant of the house. From inside he heard "Who the hell could that be?" If is another one of those salesmen I will call the bobbies for harassment." When Vernon opened the door the sight before him was the last thing he expected. There were two men dressed in immaculate clothing with armor, cloaks and swords at their hips. This is when he understood that they were here for the "freak". "What do you want he grumbled. I was told if we left him alone then no one would bother us." Alzander spoke "We wish to speak with Harry. We were unaware of any agreement to leave you alone." "Boy get your ass down here, someone wants to speak with you." bellowed Vernon.

As Harry came down the stairs he was wondering who had come to see him. He knew no one from the order we enter the house, unless it was being attacked by Death Eaters, because there wasn't a soul who disobeyed the almighty Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, the sight that greeted him was one of the most shocking thing he had seen. There were two men, one tall and noble looking with air of "don't fuck with me" about him. The other just screamed warrior. So he did the only thing he knew, he drew his wand, pointed it at the men and asked "who are you, what are you doing here, and what do you want?"

At the sound of Harry's voice, the two men dropped to one knee, with arms wide in gesture stating we mean you no harm. "This was getting more odd by the second," thought Harry. So the young man asked the only question that came to mind, " Why are you two kneeling before me like I am some kind of royalty?" The taller of the two spoke with a regal voice, "because we are here to take you home my king." "Yea right" stated Harry.

"If you do not believe me, then read your parents will." Harry thought this had to be some kind of prank the twins would do to try and cheer him up. He figured once he took the parchment, he would turn into some kind of canary or something. With that thought he "figured what the hell." When nothing happened at first contact with the letter he decided to read the joke.

As the two men and his relatives watched in silence, Harry finished the letter and did the only thing that came to mind. He fainted.