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Chapter 11 - The Hunter

The night sky was darker then usual a sign of horrible things to come. It was dotted with faded figures of clouds that looked as though it had been ripped through with a sharp blade of some kind. Stars were thrown here and there providing light where the moon was not able. A roar filled the night sky tearing into the eardrums of any in a miles radius. Black wings swooped above the clouds and a dragon appeared flames billowing from its mouth steam pillars from its nose. Atop the dragon a figure hair mopped and tangled around his face glistening in the night sky a look of hatred on his wrinkled brow. The dragon roared once again then swooped off into the clouds disappearing from eyesight once again.

"'Arry are you telling me tha truth?" Hagrid was in shock and his face showed nothing less then pure amazement.

"I know it's a lot to take in but-"You dern right it's a lot ter take in 'Arry." Hagrid interrupted Harry.

"Its okay Hagrid none of this involves you at all I just needed someone to vent to someone I trusted." Harry looked at the floor clenching his tapped ribs.

Hagrid stared at Harry wondering how the sweet innocent little boy he had once known turned into a cold blooded murderer along with little retarded Ronald Weasly. How could the two boys become something only hardened Azkaban prisoners had the balls to do? 'Times are changing,' He thought to himself.

"Hagrid," Harry's trembling voice broke into Hagrids deep thought. "Hagrid how is Professor Dumbledore?"

Hagrid said nothing for a while just looked at Harry still shocked at what he had heard from him. "He is fine," he finally said. "But I ouldnt go and visit em if I were you." With that Hagrid stood to his feet towering over the sitting Potter.

"You need yer rest I'll wake you in the mornin fer breakfast." Hagrid dimmed the lights and left the hut he still resided in closing the door quietly behind him.

Harry sat in silence watching the shadows dance for him. The fire in the fireplace warmed his body in a way he never felt as if he was being healed by its warmth. He loved magic it had so many different uses. He thought and daydreamed about the old days when he was younger running around Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione and how he dreamed of becoming a professor once he graduated but it wasn't meant to be. He couldn't sleep so he climbed painfully to his feet then left the hut and disappeared into the bushes behind it.

A familiar sound ripped the air in half as the dragon swooped over Hogwarts and flew over the dark forest. As it flew the figure riding it leapt from its back and fell into the trees landing safely without making a sound. A dark cape fell from his shoulders and covered his body only showing his head. The golden handle of a sword shown from his shoulders diamonds planted in it here and there making little designs.

He stalked through the forest stepping quickly and carefully towards a familiar hut Harry was just in. He turned towards the door of the hut and knocked it open seeing nothing he was looking for he turned around. He looked into the air and then began to walk towards the bushes Harry had just gone through.

"Who are you!?" Hagrids voice bellowed the figure stopped in its tracks and turned facing Hagrid.

The figure held his hand up and sent a purple flash at Hagrid knocking him nearly 10 yards backwards and crashing into the grown not moving. His breathing slowed and his chest was burned and bloody little sparks flaring in his gray beard. The figure stared for a moment then turned and walked through the bushes as quietly as he had come.

Harry walked through the hallways of Hogwarts looking and remembering all the beauty he had been missing all these years. He touched walls and smiled at the thought of memories long since forgotten.

'Neville fell down those stairs and we tripped Snape there,' memories swelled inside him quickly filling him with joy and he quickly forgot about the pain that was racking his body. 'Madam Pomfrey and Professor Trelawney caught Ginny and I in that closet,' he was filled with a childlike pleasure.

He simply forgot where he was all he knew was this was a place of pure enjoyment and happiness something he had been missing for a long time now. House ghost swooped over watching him and they flew bye some waving happily or telling him he would loose his house points for sneaking around at night. He would just smile and keep on his stroll down memory lane.

He walked around a corner and bumped right into a prefect. He turned and tried to run but the prefect launched a freezing charm that stopped Harry in his tracks. He couldn't move his legs and he remembered now that he had left his wand in Hagrids hut.

"What house are you from?" the prefect questioned. "And why are you wondering around the castle at night half naked? Where you shagging with another student?"

Harry grinned and then burst into a hysterical laughter this is what he had been missing although it did slightly make him feel short to know that he was a grown man and still looked like a child in the mind of a child.

"Oh this is funny is it? Well we'll see how funny it really is when your house looses 50 points." The prefect said. "Step into the light so I can see your face."

'No wonder no one around here knows who I am.' It finally hit Harry none of the ghosts or this prefect could see his face to them he was just another student disobeying Dumbledore's rules and regulations. He had to keep his identity a secret so he could venture around more.

'what to do what to do?' he thought hard looking around but to no avail the footsteps of the prefect drew closer and closer he was busted.

"Who the hell are you?" the prefect blurted out looking clean past Harry. He could not see behind him but a silver wisp flew by his head and collided with the prefect sending him sailing off into the distance not moving.

"Mr. Potter," a voice said in a familiar tone. Long cold string like fingers wrapped themselves on Harry's shoulder sending a cold shiver through his body. Fear swelled inside him for some reason. Harry held out his hand and summoned the prefect's wand to him quickly negating the freezing charm and spinning on his heels pointing the wand at the throat of the man behind him.

"S-Snape?"