Helllllllo dear readers! I have to say I am not liking my writing so much but you may have a hole on slot of chap tonight because I convinced my mom to let me stay up late and type! No on with the story before the e vile pink penguins get here.

Harry Potter had never found fear in the dark. Now the only thing that scared him was the dementors and they were fear themselves. But that might change soon. A/n: Eck cheesy.

It was the beginning of summer and Harry couldn't be happier because instead of going to the horrid Dursleys for the summer he was going to his second favorite place on earth, The Burrow. In fact all he had to do was grab the stuff he had left there over the year and then would do Side-Along Apparation to the Burrow with Daedalus Diggle.

Already anticipating a great summer Harry grabbed his now bursting trunckput a hand on Diggle's arm, closed his eyes, and felt the uncomfortable sensation that he was being squeezed through a pipe and felt sweet country air fill his lungs and opened his eyes fell upon the Burrow which was about a fifteen walk down a hill away.

"So what does one such as Harry Potter do over the summer?" Asked Diggle in his squeaky high pitched voice.

"Well most of the time I'm stuck at my aunt and uncles, this is going to be my second summer away from there."

"Ahhhh I see," and then suddenly Diggle gave a loud "Oh!" and was gone.

Harry looked in shock at the spot where Diggle had been. He made a grab for his wand but before he could grab it an unknown force hit Harry and he flew 5ft. backwards. He pushed himself up off the ground and looked around for what had hit him and had to turn a full 360 degrees before he saw…something.

It was a smokey black humanoid figure with glowing red eyes and set off an aura that was not unfamiliar to him. It was the hopelessness and despair that a dementor gave off but this was no dementor this was something much different.

"Who-What are you? Where's Daedalus?" Harry said panic rising in his chest.

"I am Despro and that behind you is Heken." The thing said.

Another one? What are they?

Harry whirled around and saw there was indeed another one behind him but he also saw a slight difference, this one seemed to have deep purple light around it.

"Well if it isn't Harry Potter do you know who we are?" Heken said in a way that really shouldn't be said in real life, to creepy.

Harry didn't answer but noticed that both things had American accents but had a bone-chilling, nightmare-inducing voice.

Not good

I have nothing to say besides to say I have nothing to say, oh annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd *gasps for air* review! Oh I might have one chapter done because of me brilliantness in convincing her to let me stay up and type but now I'm just completely abusing that because it's now 12:20am soooo yeah. Review! I have nothing else to- Ow! AHHHHH! It's the evil pink penguins! RUN!