There were a lot of things that ran though Harry's head as he soared through the city. One of which was, "well damn how the hell am I gonna explain this to the wife." A more pressing matter was, "what was a demon succubus doing posing as a nurse."

Eventually, they landed in an abounded alley. Harry felt the cool night air rush up under his family hospital gown. It was around this time he realized that he was pretty much naked. The succubus, who was also naked, didn't seem to notice the obvious bugle forming at Harry's crotch. Either that or she didn't care too much about it.

"We should be safe here. We made some good distance from us and the hospital," said the succubus. She shapeshifted into a long red dress with spaghetti straps along with candy apple red stilettos. Harry was always amazed how women walked around in those.

"Too bad you can't use that trick on me," said Harry. The succubus smiles, this time clearly looking at his erection.

"What do you think your wife would say if she saw you like this with another woman?" Harry thought that was a pretty good question. He didn't even know the answer himself.

"What's a succubus doing pretending to be a nurse?" asked Harry, "It couldn't be just to meet me could it?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you. No, I was working undercover." Harry rolled his eyes. "It's true!"

"Look Roxanna, I really appreciate you saving my life and everything, but I have to get home." The succubus placed her hands on her hips. She was clearly not amused with Harry's nonchalant attitude. She couldn't really blame him though. All he knew was that some pissed of karate instructor had it out for him.

"You're involved in this now," said the succubus, "Those people are gonna come after you."

"I appreciate your concern," said Harry, "but if you knew who and what I am-"

"I know who you are Harry Potter. Big shot wizard from across the pond. That's cute and everything, but you in New York now honey. This is the real deal." Harry thought it was pretty arrogant for her to brush aside all the shit he'd gone through from "across the pond," but he had more important things on his mind. If those people were after him, for whatever reason, then they'd probably be after Ginny and ALbus too.

"I gotta get home," he said, realizing that was an easier thing said than done.

"What, you think you're gonna be able to protect your family un-armed?" Harry hadn't thought about this. He'd need his wand if he planned to do anything against those killers. The problem was his wand was in his clothes, which were undoubted back at the hospital.

"I gotta take me back to that hospital," said Harry.

"What?"

"My wand, it's back at the hospital with my street clothes. I have to get it."

"You'll never reach the hospital and your family in time."

"Then help me damn-it!" Harry was growing tired of these games. For all he knew, his family was already dead. The succubus must have seen the desperation in his eyes.

"Look, take a cab home. I'll fly back to the hospital and get your wand. By the time you arrive, I should be there to meet you." Harry didn't like this idea, but unless that succubus was packing a gun buried within her cleavage, there would be no way to stop whoever was going to hit his family. The succubus said nothing, knowing that this was the only option they had. She spread he wings out and flew up into the sky, leaving Harry alone to hail a cab.

Ten minutes later, Harry's cab pulled up to his house. All the lights were off; which Harry took as a bad sign. The succubus was no-where in sight. It didn't really matter though. Harry could already sense Ginny and Albus were dead. He opened the door to his house and stepped inside.

There was a man sitting on the couch in the living room. He held a gun right at Harry's face the moment Harry entered the room.

"Where's my wife and son?" asked Harry. He'd starred down death far too many times in his life to be scared of a man with a gun.

"You already know where they are," said the man. Harry didn't like the expression, or lack-there-of, the man had on his face.

"If you're gonna kill me then stop dicking around and do it," said Harry. To his surprise, the man got up and started to leave.

"One day, you're be working for us, and you won't even know it," said the man. He slowly backed out of the house, the gun never leaving Harry's face.

When he was gone, Harry quickly ran upstairs to check on Ginny. Her body was hacked to pieces along with her son. Harry felt like breaking something. It wasn't enough to just kill them. I guess that would have been too easy. As he stood there, over the dead, broken bodies of his family, a noise from downstairs caught his attention. When he reached the landing, he saw the succubus, holding Harry's wand in his hand. The look in his eyes told the succubus all she needed to know.

"She should have used this," said Harry as he took his wand form her outstretched hand. He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Then it happened. A wave of anger and despair broke over him as all that just happened hit him at once. Harry punched the wall hard… his fist went right through the plaster. That wasn't enough to satisfy him. He picked up a chair and smashed it against the wall, leaving a gaping hole where it made contact. The succubus watched as Harry continued tearing his house apart.

"You finished?" said the succubus several minutes later. Harry was out of breath. His knuckles were too swollen to hit anything else.

"No… I'm just getting started."

"Good, you'll need a lot more than that to deal with what's in store."

"The hell are you talking about?"

"Tag along with me and find out. I'm Abbie Rose, the Queen of the Streets." Harry couldn't help but laugh. That couldn't seriously be her name.

"Alright Abbie, let's go."