Disclaimer: I don't own characters and such, just the plot, at least the voices in my head tell me so.

Note: Will be a Dumbledore hating story. Don't like it, to bad, deal with it.

From Dumbledores point of view, as well as the Dursley family because they had been obliviated, Harry Potter was full of surprises. First, he showed hints of anger that looked almost primal, Dumbledore had witnessed some of this unleashed fury earlier in the year, and for some strange reason, seemed to give Harry a darker skin tone. Second, there was an unknown woman standing behind Harry with a frightened look on her face that looked oddly familiar to Dumbledore, but he shrugged it away as an old man's memory failing him. Third, and most dramatic, was the sword that sat comfortably at his hip. Dumbledore was most curios as to what this sword was and where it had come from and was about to question it, but Vernon chimed in his normal, cheerful self.

"Where'd you get that sword boy?" greed was obvious in his beady little eyes and when Harry noticed it, he seemed to get even angrier than he was before, if that was possible.

"Vernon, don't you dare try to take this sword from me, secretly or by force, for if you do, I will kill you in the most horrendous was that I can think of," the tone of voice in which Harry said this gave Dumbledore goose bumps, and for the first time in a long while, Dumbledore felt fear.

Vernon's rebuttal was cut short by Petunia of all people, "How dare you threaten us like that you little freak! We took you in, gave you a roof over your head, fed and clothed you and how do you repay us? You threaten to kill us if we deem to take what should rightfully belong to us, since you have never earned your keep in any way."

This was, apparently, the wrong thing to say, as Harry seemed to seethe, and then a very odd thing happened, Harry became emotionless. Almost as if he was the now at the eye of the storm of what were his emotions and said, "I won't even respond to your obvious lies, Petunia."

Now even Vernon was picking up on the danger that he might have put his family into as the small shadows given off by Harry and his accomplice seemed to stretch and grow as if they now had a will of their own and tried to do one of the stupidest things he had ever thought of, he threatened Harry, "Boy! How dare you call your loving and kind aunt a liar! You're going to get it now, Dudley, fetch the 2 by-" he was cut off by his own shadow that had just covered his mouth and incapacitated him without anybody noticing. Vernon just stared in horror as his family was forced to their knees by their own shadows.

When Dumbledore finally shook off his shock, he did the only thing he could think of, stun Harry. As the red beam of light flew at the young, but powerful, man in front of him, Harry looked at him and took a step forward. While Dumbledore was contemplating this most absurd of moves, Harry seemed to fall into the floor without stopping. The spell kept going even though it had missed its initial target, it could still stun the unknown female. This idea was quickly swept aside as the person in question threw up a magical shield that was made specifically to block stunners and it dissipated.

Dumbledore was half-crazed now. Where had that blasted boy gone? The answer wasn't what he wanted or expected as the sword that was previously strapped to Harry's hip was now just inches from Dumbledore' throat.

"Don't move," the command was completely unneeded as he had no intention whatsoever of moving a single muscle at the moment. He was even contemplating whether he should breath or not when a second command was heard from Harry, "Drop your wand." He hesitantly did so to make it appear that he didn't have a back-up one when the mysterious person still on the stairs summoned all other things that could be used as weapons and also the wand on the floor.

When he was satisfied, Harry returned the sword to its sheath, commanded his shadow creatures to knock out the Dursley family and put them in their respective rooms, and asked Dumbledore to join him in the sitting room, though his tone was anything but kind.

Ever trying to be impressive, Dumbledore seemed to glide smoothly into the adjacent room as if he was still in control of this meeting. This thought was put to a quick and devastating death when Harry shadow stepped right into the room and made sat down on the couch. Seeing as how there was no place for him to sit, the mystery woman was sitting in the armchair -when did she get there? - Dumbledore made as if to conjure the chintz armchairs he so liked when he realized he had no wand. Seeing no alternative, Dumbledore sat down on the floor, when he looked up and saw the smirk on Harry's face, he knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant meeting, for him at least.

"So, Dumbledore, what brings you to my pleasant abode?" Tonks knew by the way he said pleasant that his life hear was anything but.

"Harry, I've come to tell some crucial things for your safety," seeing no problems so far, he continued, "such as a constant guard, no mail, the confiscation of your wand-"

This last part was met by a burst of outrage, "My wand! No, I won't have it." His emphasis on I made sure that all involved remembered who was really in charge of this meeting.

Dumbledore, however, continued, "Yes, your wand. If you put up resistance, we will have to take it from you by force."

"You wouldn't." It was more statement than anything else, but they were the first words that Dumbledore had heard from the mystery woman.

Dumbledore rested his full gaze on the woman and asked, "Why not?"

This was met by a look of fierce concentration and the face changing into the more recognizable one of Nymphadora Tonks, "Because you are in the presence of an auror and I won't allow it."

Dumbledore although surprised, hid it well; "Nymphadora my dear, I don't seem to recall bringing you to Harry's house?" it wasn't really a statement, more a question as to how and when she had arrived here.

"It doesn't matter," this time Harry spoke up, "If not for her, than I might have been dead last night and we wouldn't be having this conversation. I owe her my life."

The way that Dumbledore just seemed to shrug off the fact that Harry had almost died the night before made Harry suspicious of him. Questions plagued his mind for a short time concerning whether he even cared about Harry, or was just using him to defeat Voldemort.

"Still, I do not believe that she should be here with you right now, and I am therefore going to insist that you return to headquarters and wait for further instructions from me," Dumbledore still refused to believe that he may no longer have any control over Harry, and the way that he just casually ignored Harry's earlier comments made his blood boil.

Tonks came to her own defense this time by saying, "I would much rather stay here with Harry to protect him from his family, as long as it's okay with him that is."

Dumbledore was silently furious at this statement. How dare a person not a fifth his own age deny him, however, he must remain calm and not show any emotion. "Nymphadora," he began, "I really must insist that you return to Grimmauld place and leave Harry to grieve Sirius' passing."

This got the intended reaction of sadness from the girl, but it was an entirely different story on Harry's part, "Don't you dare to presume that you can order her to leave this place against her will, Albus. If you hadn't realized, Tonks was also family to the late Sirius Black, as much as, if not more so than me. She has as much reason to grieve as I do, again if not more. I also believe that a grief-stricken person should not be alone against their wishes as having someone to tell your problems to almost always helps, at least in my experience, and let me tell you, I have a decent amount of experience."

While the fact that he had used his first name annoyed Dumbledore to a certain extent, the fire in Harry's eyes scared Dumbledore more than he would like to admit and so he didn't realize that Harry's skin had darkened the tiniest bit, but Tonks did, though she wisely kept this fact to herself until she could ask Harry what's going on.

Dumbledore sighed in defeat and moved past that certain issue, seeing it as a lost cause, "Very well then, Harry, I will allow Tonks to stay here-"

"As if you had a say in it," Harry noted.

"-but I would still very much like to have your wand," he continued as though he hadn't heard Harry's statement.

"Not this thing again," Harry sighed. When would the old man learn? "Look, Dumbledore, you're not getting my wand from me, whatever you say."

"It's for the safety of your wand."

This caught Harry's attention, "What do you mean?" he did like his wand very much after all.

"Quite a lot of magic has been used in this house, and it doesn't belong to an adult wizard, so you should be getting a letter from Mrs. Hopkirk sometime soon," Dumbledore said, though he hid his smile. Checkmate Harry.

Of all the reactions that Harry could have given, the smirk that graced his face was not at all expected, "Dumbledore, you seem to forget that I didn't use any magic and have an auror as an eyewitness to testify if I do get a message from her."

Sure enough, when the expected owl flew into the room, it flew to Harry who quickly removed it from its care, read it, then turned it over and wrote a quick note on the back before the owl could take off.

Dumbledore was floored, how could a little punk get out of that one, he thought for sure that he had him that time. "What do you mean you didn't use any magic?"

Harry was quite for a time, and then seemed to decide on something when he said, "Sorry professor, I can't tell you the answer to that question."

Dumbledore was furious, and everyone knows, anger often leads to rash decisions, especially when the angry one is extremely powerful. This was one of those times.

Dumbledore decided to get the answers with, or without, Harry's consent, and then dove into Harry's mind with Legilimency. He was surprised to find something that clashed with Snape's explanation of Harry's mind. In fact, he found the exact opposite of what he had been told.

Absolutely nothing.

Dumbledore was standing in the shadows of Harry's mind pondering how this had happened when he had told Snape to make sure that it could never happen.

Dumbledore mentally jumped when he heard a voice say, "Dumbledore, old boy, I would never think that you would utterly you protégé's mind like this. Poor form old chap." The almost cheerful way it was said just about made Dumbledore sick.

He turned around to meet the eyes of something that wasn't there. Dumbledore was confused, he could have sworn that the voice had come from behind him.

"Now really Albus, you should realize that a voice can come from anywhere it wants to be in a person's head," the voice came from in front of him this time and he noticed that it was male.

"Show yourself."

This was met by a bout of laughter, "You still think you're in control? You're in foreign territory and you have absolutely no idea what's going on, but, okay. Why not?"

The thing that appeared in front of him scared the living shit out of him.

Its skin was completely black while its eyes were a bright yellow. It was muscular but not bulky, tall but not overly so, and was scary but not ugly. It had shoulder-length black hair to match its skin. Its hands looked deadly with the spikes sticking out of them making them look like gauntlets that knights of old used to wear. The most unnerving thing were the wings.

Dear god they were big.

It had to have a wingspan of at least twelve feet.

They weren't angelic, but they weren't quite draconic either. They looked almost like they were made with a dragon in mind, but right at the end they decided to grow feathers, black feathers that is. The spikes growing out of the ends didn't help much either. All in all, it just screamed power and independence.

Dumbledore absolutely hated it.

"What are you?"

"Me? I'm a figment of your imagination, well actually Harry's, but that's not the point. I'm here and my purpose is to kick you out of my masters' mind. If you won't go quietly, then I'll just have to get nasty. Believe me, that'll be a lot of fun for me and definitely no fun for you."

"What do you mean 'your masters' mind'?"

"Can't answer that sorry, well, no I'm not really sorry at all," it seemed to be having a jolly old time at tormenting the wise and powerful Dumbledore. It was actually looking forward to kicking him out, especially if he didn't want to go peacefully.

Dumbledore was truly irked at this, this, creature standing in front of it making barely covered threats at him. He was about to blast it into oblivion when he realized something very bad for him.

He didn't have his wand.

He paled and decided that a tactical retreat might be best at the moment. The last thing he saw before he got out was the sad face of the defender of Harry's mind.

When he returned to the here and now, he found himself facing the smiling face of Harry.

"Have a nice look see?"

Dumbledore blanched and decided that he might as well move on. "Fine, you can keep your secrets," for now, he left unspoken, "but you will still not be allowed to leave the house."

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Professor, I will leave my house if and when I choose to whether you like it or not. Now, do you have any news, or are you going to keep on telling me what I can't but will do if I feel like it?"

The rage Dumbledore was feeling at the moment was quite profound as he just couldn't win anything with Harry. He did smile when he realized that he had one thing over Harry. "Your friends will not be allowed to tell you anything of import."

Harry's mouth twitched but that was it, "Not much of a change from last year, is it. Not like it matters anymore, I'll just find out the important things by myself."

Dumbledore was befuddled. What had happened to the depressed and shy Harry Potter that had left his school less than a week ago? Just as he was about to say something Harry interrupted, "This conversation is over, I have more important things to do today. The same is true with Miss Tonks if I am correct?"

She looked at the clock above the boarded up fireplace and received a shock at the time. "You're right, Harry, I've gotta go. I'll stop by later to see how you're doing, okay?" she quickly stood up and was almost out the door when she heard him say goodbye. The crack of apparition signaled her leaving the area.

"Well professor?" he seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well what, Harry?"

He rolled his eyes and motioned towards the door with his arm. Taking his cue, Dumbledore stood and walked toward it. Hearing a cough from Harry he turned to look at him to find him holding his wand. How he had gotten it, Dumbledore would never know, but it was thrown at him with his backup one following it with a muttered explanation of, "You might need these," and then Harry was simply not there anymore.

The thoroughly freaked out Headmaster of Hogwarts quickly left Number 4 Privet Drive and apparated to Hogsmeade. The only thought going through his head was 'What happened to that damn boy?'

Request: I need help, I am thinking of making Harry an animagus but I'm not sure of the form. Any suggestions will be considered as long as there is a good reason (can't be a dragon just because it would be cool, you know stuff like that). It shouldn't clash with his personality or his way of thinking.

P.S. if you reviewed in the past week or so, my other computer isn't working so that's why I haven't replied to them. Sorry.