Harry stood on the door step of Number 4, Privet Drive and took a deep breath. He was not looking forward to seeing his aunt and uncles reactions, but he had dawdled long enough, so he reached out and rang the doorbell. The door swung open and a red faced Vernon stared at him while a horse faced Petunia glared angrily at him from down the hall.

"Where have you been, boy?!" Vernon snarled. But before Harry could answer, Aunt Petunia let out a yelp and rushed toward Dudley, grabbing her son from Ichigo and Renji.

"What have you done to my son!?" She demanded, clutching the disoriented Dudley to her.

"I didn't do anything-" Harry began but Uncle Vernon cut him off.

"UPSTAIRS NOW!!!"

"But-" He started but didn't bother finishing. He couldn't win. 'What am i supposed to do with these blokes now?' he thought to himself, glancing at the girl and the others.

"Umm, well, see you later, Harry!" The first girl called out then she and her companions left, along with Mrs. Figg. Harry grimaced then ran upstairs before Vernon and Petunia could verbally abuse him some more. Upstairs, his owl Hedwig chirped as he entered. He sat on his bed beside her cage and sighed.

"What am I going to do, Hedwig?" He asked the bird, "I doubt that I am going to escape this without punishment and I don't know how I am going to let anybody know about what happened, seeing as the only letters I have gotten from anyone have been incredibly short and vague." Hedwig seemed to acknowledge him, but gave no reply. Harry just sighed again. "What am i going to do?" Harry asked himself again, leaning on the windowsill.

-

"Where the heck are we going to go!?" Ichigo exclaimed frustratedly He and the others were walking down the street with no clear destination.

"This is ridiculous. How does anyone know where they're going in this place?" Rukia pursed her lips.

"Hey, do you guys hear that?" Orihime suddenly interjected. They all stopped and listened.

"Oh! I heard that! I sounded like..." Rukia began but was cut off by Ichigo.

"It sounded like a hollow!" He finished for her. They all set of running in the direction of the sound, arriving a minute later at the scene of a battle. There were indeed hollows, three of them, fighting three humans, each armed with only a stick of wood that shot light out of one end. Each blast of light just bounced of the hollows as they advanced toward their prey.

-

Tonks fired a shot at the strange creature advancing towards her but nothing happened. Frustrated, she fired a blast of another spell and hurried over to Mad-eye.

"What are these things?" She asked.

He shrugged, "I have no idea!"

"This is unheard of! They are impervious to all our spells!" Lupin exclaimed, joining the other two.

"I noticed!" Moody said, firing another spell that did nothing.

"How are we ever going to manage to defeat these things if our spells have no effect?" Tonks asked, groaning in frustration as yet another spell bounced off harmlessly.

Lupin growled in despair, "This is really starting to seem like a waste of time, just firing spells at them."

"What other choice do we have?" Tonks asked, firing spells off at rapid speed. The hollows continued to advance while the three wizards continued to fend them off to no avail. The monsters had nearly reached them when a shout was heard and three new people jumped into the fray, each wielding a sword and each killing one of the monsters.

Tonks stared in wonder, "Who in the world?"

"Interesting, very interesting" Was all Moody said as they approached the three warriors, who had been joined by three other companions.

-

Harry awoke the next morning with a sigh, the events of the previous evening rushing back to him. He sighed again as he made his way downstairs, preparing himself to face the wrath of his aunt and uncle. Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley sat at the kitchen table, not seeming to notice when he entered the room. Harry was grateful for their ignorance. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to escape punishment for once. When he entered the room, he made a squeaking noise on the tile floor, causing all three of them to look.

"Uh-oh..." He muttered.

"Boy, come here." Vernon said in a voice dripping suppressed rage. Harry sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that morning and walked over to his family. Dudley watched him with hatred gleaming from his eyes. To be honest, it made Harry want to punch him in the face. "Explain to me exactly what happened last night." Vernon ordered, trying to sound as calm as he possibly could, which wasn't much. Harry didn't know how to word it in a way that muggles would understand, it didn't really even matter. However way he words it, it won't make a difference. Vernon is just going to yell at whatever 'ridiculous' story he 'makes up'. So Harry just went for it,

"Dementors showed up and attacked us. if it weren't for those people who helped me bring Dudley home, they might have killed us both." Uncle Vernon looked at him like he thought he was crazy, which he probably did, but said nothing. Harry shrugged, "I tried." But before Vernon could say anything, an owl flew in through the kitchen window.

"What the-" Vernon said, staring blankly at the owl. Harry rushed over to the bird and took the letter that was tied to it's leg from it. The bird flew off as Harry opened the envelope. "What does it say?" Uncle Vernon demanded, but not trying to take the letter from Harry.

The letter said:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We have heard of your situation at number 4 Privet Drive and i have arranged for a few people to come pick you up. Have your belongings ready. They should be there tonight.

Dumbledore

"It's from Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed happily, smiling for the first time that day, "He says he has sent some people to come pick me up!" Vernon scoffed but said nothing, in fact, he was relieved to get Harry out of the house. Harry ran up the stairs before his relatives could say something, eager to pack up since it meant leaving for the rest of the summer.

Hedwig chirped, sensing the good news. Harry grinned at her, "Yeah Hedwig, you'll finally be able to stretch your wings." The owl gave a contented hoot and settled into her cage, watching Harry feverishly stuff anything he could get his hands on into the trunk that sat at the foot of his bed. Harry had to sit on his trunk to get it to close since he didn't take the time to fold anything before he stuffed his things in. Harry collapsed onto his bed and lay there, awaiting the arrival of his headmaster. A couple hours later, he heard a knock on the front door and he ran out, eager to great Dumbledore.

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