Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I wish but wishes don't seem to come true for me...or else I'd own Harry Potter, and I don't sadly

(A/n) hey it's been another couple of months since I dropped an update. But things got hectic this summer.

Chapter 10 - Preparations

Harry hauled his pain filled body from the car he had stolen and nearly collapsed on the street. He stood there leaning against the car for a moment barely alive. He remembered at the last moment when he and Ron opened the briefcase that exploded. He apparated barely escaping certain death. He didn't escape entirely unhurt the flames still hit him head on but not enough to kill him. He landed a few blocks away unconscious and when he awoke learned Ron had survived as well.

Now he was here barely able to move his wand destroyed in the blast and he himself slowly dying. 'I won't die,' he thought taking in slower breaths. 'Not before I save Hermione and avenge Ron!' with this thought he limped away from the car and down into a familiar alleyway. Pressing the right combination of stones on the wall he was given access to Diagon Alley.

The entrance closed behind him and he struggled to get to Olivanders to purchase a new wand. He had hopes that there was another phoenix feather in supply but his heart knew there wasn't. People stared at Harry as he limped and dragged his beaten and dirty body down the way to Olivanders but none bothered to help. A huge lumbering figure came from the Leaky Cauldron as Harry limped by. He looked up.

"Hagrid?" he questioned his own vision then everything went black.

Hermione struggled with her chains pulling at them and hurting her wrist in the process but she did not care. Blood was leaking from her wrists from her struggling so hard. Her black dress was filthy and soggy with dirty water from on the dungeon floor. Her face was dirty but below her eyes were clean streaks. She tossed her head back and began to cry again.

"HARRY!" she bellowed loudly and the tears rushed out more. "HELP ME!"

Harry snapped awake tossing the sheets off of himself; he jumped to his feet and then realized he was moving without any pain. His bruises were gone and the blood was cleaned from his body. He then realized where he was, the medical ward in Hogwarts. He rushed from the room not realizing all he had on was a hospital gown. As he went for the door he crashed into Hagrid's belly and was flung backwards.

"Slow down there 'Arry slow down." Hagrid said helping Harry to his feet.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. His childhood hero Hagrid was standing before him. He hadn't seen Hagrid since he let Hogwarts all those years ago. He had changed physically his lion's mane of black hair now help several gray streaks here and there and his great girth had downsized but was still huge. He wrapped his arms around Hagrid and embraced him deeply.

Hagrid smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders he was to tall to give a better hug. "'Arry what's wrong?" he asked pulling the fully grown Potter away from his body as if he was a mere child again.

"We have a lot to talk about Hagrid," Harry replied wiping his eyes.

Draco sat in his office rubbing his chin in deep thought. "I have to find someone to take care of Potter since those incompetent fools Crabe and Goyle failed me." He sat in silence for a moment or two.

"I would hate to have to soil my own hands with Potters blood." He laughed. "I know just what to do. Hire a bounty hunter to kill a hitman, but it cannot be just some normal dope from anywhere."

Draco rubbed his chin for a moment sitting and soaking in the darkness. "I know just the man I want," he finally said smiling.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number he wanted then waited.

"Hello?" the voice came from over the receiver.

"Hello I have a job for you my old friend." Draco said with a sadistic smile.