This wasn't how he wanted to die, Harry mused, but could do little but judge another wave of magic. How the hell did he get caught up in a monster attack? Surrey was a magical dead-zone.

Nevertheless, here he was, running for his life from what had to be a Hallow Class Being. IT couldn't be much else, seeing how dead-zones belonged to DEATH, whom was greatly feared by Abyssal Magia Voldemort, Mistress of Monsters.

Therefore, it was one of Death's Own. A Hallow King.

But that simply led him back to his first question. How the hell did HE get caught up in a monster attack? Surely, he wasn't that interesting?

He, regardless of such thoughts, sped up. He wanted to bloody survive, godsdamnit.

He didn't know for how long he had run, but what was clear was the fact that it couldn't go on much longer.

That is, he had made a wrong turn and ended up in a dead-end alley.

Just as he closed his eyes to the approaching attack, expecting to die, he heard a high-pitched voice scream 'Protego'. Almost directly a magical shield appeared in from of him, halting the monster in it's tracks.

He cracked one hopeful eye open, before the second followed in disbelieve. On top of the building stood Potentia Hera of House Slytherin, a rising prodigy in the magical arts. Long blond hair was done up in a thick braid, which swayed slightly in the wind. Her costume was the standard Slytherin black and green, lined with silver.

Things were looking up it seemed.

Or not.

Certainly, Potentia Hera was soon joined by Potentias Hestia, Artemis and Athena, and they seemed to fight of the monster with -while not ease- graceful movements that spoke of years of practice.

It was so mesmerizing to see in fact, that Harry forgot to pay attention for a split second.

Causing him to be flattened by the dying beast.

He didn't want to die, he really didn't. Despite how life had treated him as the butt-monkey so far, he didn't want to embrace Death just yet.

'Anything', he thought, nearly delirious from the pain, 'Anything to escape'

Just as he was fading he felt an unknown, yet almost painfully familiar power surge up in him, healing him. It wasn't enough though, and his magic lashed out, to the nearest compatible source.

As it latched unto an acceptable source, it started to drain it dry, in order to fuel itself.

And then some...