Harry Potter and Big Sister

Chapter 1: The second meeting

7 years later… 2nd August 1995

It was the last hottest day of the summer for everyone living in Little Whinging, or what the weather forecast told in the television at the very least, however, it was still too early to be happy about it since the next day will not come to pass for approximately another 6 hours, even though the sky was darken already, the heat lingered in the dried, lifeless ground have yet to dissipated, in fact, because of that, people, animals and any plants that still standing after entire month without water, was right now felt as if their feet, or whatever appendages contacted with the ground are burning whenever they dared to touch the ground outdoor…

Thus it's not surprising that there're very few people out there on the streets or in the park which every single tree planted there had all but whittled due to lack of fluid essential for their life, after all, no living being in their right mind will wanted to torture themselves by moving around in unfriendly and uncomfortable environment.

Except for someone who was too worried, or rather, too paranoid to sit still inside his own house enjoying the comfort of cold air conditioning units or take shelter from the hot air…

Walking along the street of Pivet Drive, was a single raven haired boy in his fifteen. His hair was a mess as if never combed in his whole life, his spectacles obscured his emerald eyes while he was looking around the street with every step he took, both hands inside the pockets of his ragged paled oversized shirt as if they're holding something, his ankle length jeans has many wears and tears, his shoes looks like it'll fall apart in any step, in short, his appearance and demeanor screamed suspicion and untrustworthy to those who judged people by how they look…

However, if one ignored the look which just a little bit better than beggar on the street and focus on the boy's expression and his slow pacing while eyes darting out everywhere in alarm, it'll be cleared that he was wary of something, unusual? Danger? No one know… but it was sure that the boy felt it, be it his instincts, or that he saw or heard something that warrant such reaction earlier thus the state he was in at the moment.

Sweats dropping down from the spectacled boy, streaking pass the odd lighting-shaped scar on his forehead down toward one of his emerald green eyes forcing him to stopped his walk, one hand shot toward the offending drop of liquid before shedding it away, and with that act, he sigh in desperation…

"C'mon Harry, It's not a lost cause until you actually found something, or… until you run out of time to stay outside…" The boy, Harry, muttered to himself, likely to comfort himself when whatever he was searching wasn't shown up for him to see at all, and then began marching out after he cleaned off his glasses with his sleeve and make sure there's no more sweats on his face during this hot day.

But searching where? He kept asking himself, eyes still looking for something suspicious that might catch his attention, a sign of abnormalities that is more 'special', he didn't looked out for something travails such as one of his neighbor's grass field are greener than other due to the owner violated the rules issued by government to save water during this summer because water reserves running low, or the sign of parrots playing waterski, and definitely NOT a car driving pass him on the street under the darkness of twilight.

No, Harry was searching for a sign like what he founded about twenty minutes earlier, a sound of crackle like thunder in the middle of summer where no raincloud could be founded, no light could be seen, and the origins was ON the Ground not from the sky. A sign that can only generated through supernatural means. A sign of magic…

Yes, Harry James Potter is not an average teenage boy, he's a wielder of magic, called himself and his kinds wizard and witches as those heard only in fairytales, but as he discovered on his eleventh birthday that the tales in fact the truth, and that he's one of their kinds… their society…

'Pretty much like what Big Sister once told me, what was it? Yes, it was "The passage of time will turn history into tales, and tales into fairytales, reduced facts to nothing but a fantasy that buried the truth beneath.".' He mused quietly to himself, mind venturing toward the word of wisdom from his only sister figure he ever knew during his childhood, albeit for a short time, then he couldn't help but wondered that, after his parted this world for at least hundreds of years, will story of 'The boy who lived' reduced to a superhero works on films or theatre?

Harry snapped back to the present by the beeping sound from a car that stopped next to him, apparently he walked halfway into the car lane without knowing, thus the driver are forced to braked his automobile before it crashed into him, and make Harry ended up like his parents, or rather, like the lies of his parents' death.

In his eleventh birthday, apart from the truth about wizards and magic, he also discovered that his biological parents, James and Lily Potter, did not die of car accident like what uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia told him, but from a rather sinister act of one madman in his quest of power akin to those dictators he read up in the library, before he vanquished by his hand when he was just one year old, thus he was dumped with the Dursley as he was right now, and that it was because of Wizard heritage that made them treated him like trash for the better parts of his life due to their anti-magic mindset akin to those priest during Middle Age era of Europe.

The boy-who-lived quickly apologized to the annoyed driver, before rushed toward the pedestrian walkway out of the road, focus his mind back to the presents to not get lost or suddenly ended up in a puddle of blood because of daydreaming, however he founded it was hard to do so once the memories of his big sister keep popping up the moment he saw the Little Whinging park in distance, under the bright white light from lampposts, especially the closest one which is the same one that his big sister always used as a place to sell her ice-cream, the reminder of memories from the happier time during the summer 7 years ago…

Thinking back to the day his big sister part way with him, he couldn't help but noticed the irony, she claimed that he could have led a normal life, away from danger, away from the cruelty of world, and look at him now, he's wizard, and not normal wizard, but the-boy-who-lived surviving against something that supposed to be impossible even for adult, let alone a one year old baby! It was far from what his big sister said so much it's not funny anymore.

'She'll probably pity me or laughing at me right now, becoming a wizard, being famous, and a celebrity for an act I couldn't remember.' Harry shook his head 'Wonder what big sis is doing right now, I hope that she still alive… but…' He couldn't think more than that, the pessimistic thoughts and paranoid started surfacing again, it came out much more faster and easier now after the event in the last semester in the magical school of Hogwarts, a place he, his father and his mother, attended…

An act he could remembered or not, but it was found out, even during his first year at the school of magic, that the one who was supposed to die while trying to kill a one year old baby, yet somehow survived as a wraith wandering this world, took it personally to get revenge on him, the baby in question, even it was already eleven years in the past, or that he didn't remembered one bits about what happened.

The man's plan was thwarted somewhat, by his hands, or rather, his hands with a truckload of luck on his side, he didn't have any delusion of it, even when the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, said that it was power of his mother which protected him from Voldermort and Quirrell. But as his big sister taught him during their short time together to try to thinks of situation and try finding solutions by yourself first before asking other, he came to conclusion that if they just simply stayed at distance and collapse ceiling on top of him and search for the magical stone later (surely magical artifact of such caliber shouldn't be destroy easily by a few tons of non-magical rock crashing on it, right?) they would've won already.

Then came a second year, now he faced a memories of the heir of Slytherin, who unleashed a great snake Basilisk to rampage and tried to kill off any students who has non-magical parents, to fulfilled his belief of magical bloodline's supremacy, and again, if it was not for a strokes of lucks the victims found themselves in, they would've die, and him as well, when he decided to face the culprit inside the Chamber of Secret alone…

And the top of it, last semester, barely one season apart from now, him, Dumbledore, and everyone fall for a trap set up by a single mole inside Hogwarts, a plan to resurrect his arch enemy (even Harry himself never thought of him more than a maniac who killed his parents, but Voldermort seems to think about him as one.) he barely escape, yet again, with nothing but a stroke of luck! (If Voldermort just shoot me with Avada Kedavra while I was tied to the tombstone, then he would've died already.)

'Even without war, I am still near dead so many times I lost count… I wondered if Big sister still alive now?'

After the event of Voldermort's resurrection, Harry now nearly give up all hope to see his big sister again, because, if what his experience in magic world have taught him, even without full-scale war, people still die so easily from violence and discrimination, Cedric Diggory being one of the prime example, and a source of guilt that plagued his mind ever since 'If I never told him to touch the cup together, he wouldn't have died.' He kept told himself that for weeks until Ron and Hermione snapped him out of it before taking Hogwarts express back home, even discounting his Hufflepuff's deceased friend, those Basilisk's victims still told him that if the event just altered by a little fraction of what happened, Hermione would've died too…

Thus, he now realized that if this is the worst that could happen without war, then what 'real war' that his Big sister claimed she has responsibility to take parts could bring forts? For weeks after she parted, he frequently questioned himself in tears why Big Sister said that he will be harm if she brings him with her, why Big Sister think that those abuses and bullies he got from his cousin was much better than what awaited at her homeland? But it was not until now, in his fifteen, 7 years later, that he finally knows answers.

But that also brought a new question to him. 'If war was much, much more horrible than what I've faced, than what Voldermort did last year, then why Big sister still insisted to go back into such place full of horror and sorrow?'

Of course, Harry shook his head again, clearing this negative thought out of his mind, she told him answer 7 years ago that she has a promise to keep with people who lived there, and it was her homeland, no one wanted their home to be ravaged and destroyed, a feeling that he founded when he attended Hogwarts, when he visited The Burrow, and he understand that Big Sister will also has someone she hold dear there as well, if not her family since she has none, then any people she came across…

Speaking of his Big Sister's homeland… Harry once spend time when he was 9 years old watching news on T.V. to find a clues if there are any country that still at war, and hopefully that his Big Sister will show up there, since she has yet to come back it means that the war must still going on. Before he quickly stopped doing it after a couple of weeks, because news don't have any reports on individual person who participate, who fall victim, even the graphic they shown were heavily censored, which is a given considered that they cannot restricted who could watch the news, thus, the plan to contact with her is being it, just a plan, cannot used…

Once he came in contacted with magical world 2 years after that, he thought up an idea, an very absurd one 'What if Big Sister parts of Magical world, and there're war and conflict somewhere that non-magical folks didn't know, given that they hid from them?' Before that idea crumbled after he finally made friends with Ron and Hermione during the first year, during the Christmas break when he decided to told them about his Big Sis.

On a positive side of making friends was that, at least there are some people he could trusted, Ron, Weasley twins, Hermione, and could shares stories about this 'Big Sister' of his to them, asking them if they ever heard of redhead teenage boy, long-green haired tall busty girl with earmuffs who travelling with a girl dressed in purple matching her eyes and hair color inside war zone, or rather, is there any conflict going on in Wizarding world somewhere at the moment, before everyone just shook their head in denial.

At least, Hermione, the smartest girl of the group, speculated that his Big Sister must be someone from magic practitioner society even if it's not the Wizarding world they knew of, because of her unnatural hair color, she pointed out that, because he saw her every day for the entire month, if it was a dyes, some strands of her hair must have her natural color shown off, and even in Wizarding world, such ridiculous hair color are still very rare to find among wizards and witches but not impossible, and if it's a wig, it should fall off at some point for him to see, (no one in their right mind would glued it to his or her head, or so she reasoned.) so it's not surprising that Harry wouldn't found anything about her on the muggle's news.

And considered that Wizarding world he's part of, Hogwarts is part of, and everyone he know is part of, was at peace since he's one year old, so it's a given that Big Sister and her friends are not part of this community, if she was a witch or magic user at all, something that he's still skeptical since she never shown nor told him anything that might be a clue that she can use magic even once…

When he thought about the invention of Satellite, which could see anywhere on earth from orbit in space, excluding magic-concealed one, it was clear that the war Big Sister talking about did not existed in muggle world anymore after the Gulf War, and in fact, it clearly not the Gulf War as well, because it began just one year before he enrolled at Hogwarts, but if she was talking about Iran-Iraq war, then it may be plausible…

Still, considered that she didn't return despite making a big deal about promises that she must keep no matter what during and just before she parted way with him, it's a given that she might die, too injured to travel, or, after that freak accident of Gilderoy Lockhart and Ron's wand during his second year, she might be hit with an amnesia and forgotten everything while living her life somewhere without knowing her own history…

But with such many obstructions in his way, and how impossible it sounds to find his lost Big Sister, he turned toward headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore…

It's a good news that Dumbledore, unlike many wizards who tried their best to cut off their ties and connection to the muggle, non-magical people, not wanted anything to do with them, Dumbledore has a lot of information sources from both sides, he might be the only one in England that have the biggest intelligence network as of date excluding Ministry of Magic, however, even with those intels, headmaster still unable to find a clue about her… but he still suggested that Hermione's speculation has a point, that this 'Big Sister' might be someone who can use magic even if it's not wizarding like them.

And that Wizarding world as today, which based their magic on Merlin's teaching, still unable to explored all the magical enchanted places scattered around the world nor completely uncovered everyplace and secrets across the globe, citing an example in Bill Weasley who worked as a cursebreaker in Egypt on those many Pyramids that still has many treasures hidden inside despite being dug out for centuries. So what's to says if there're secret sects of magic hiding out there somewhere that they didn't find?

He didn't asked Ministry of Magic about this matter, however, because if Dumbledore doesn't have any information, how can he expect an organization that its very purpose to prevent muggle from learning about them and thus keep to themselves to have more information than headmaster who keep taps on both side of the world?

Nevertheless, all his friends, and Dumbledore said that, she might have a good reason to not come back to him, and that he should've stop thinking about her, since doing so won't bring her back and only made him sad… something that he agreed… Before everyone stopped contacting with him this summer, after Voldermort returned…

'Better focus on here and now… Harry Potter' Harry brushed his thought about long gone past aside yet again. 'There's something off around the neighborhood and it involve magic for sure! With Voldermort running around while Fudge and Ministry don't believed me one bits like this. No time for idle thought, I've enough of nightmare of my friends dying for this summer already.'

Steeling himself, Harry turned away from the park which holds memories of his Big Sister, and it always been. 'She's long gone now, far away from me.' He repeated to himself 'She cannot help you here as professor said, Ron and Hermione aren't here as well, and I must help myself first. What she would think about me if I did not try to do things on my own before asking for help? All her lessons thrown away like this?'

Then he walked away from Little Whinging park, turned to the Magnolia road and walk down toward another children playground, away from the place that held his memories, he might have to calm himself down first before he could thought of something to help him search more effectively than randomly walking around the neighborhood without leads or clues like this…

Unknown to him, a few minutes after Harry disappeared toward Magnolia road, inside the park devoid of life, both animal and human due to the time and weather, on one corner of the park where once stood a great pine tree with bushes surrounding it now turned into a withered dried husk of its former self, a small whirlwind slowly blowing dead leaves, rattling sounds of them scratching on dried pale-brown earth echo throughout the park as the only sound, some leaves started floating up from the ground circling the whirlwind…

Then it suddenly stopped, whirlwind dissipated, leaves scattered, drop dead to dusty-dried earth, and small 'tap' sound of something gently hit the dirt was heard, then all was silent once more… everything in Little Whinging park returned to normal, except one…

Stood at the epicenter of the former small whirlwind is a quite slim figure hidden in the shadow of night, all features obscured, roughly the same height as Harry…

The figure turned its head around before muttered in a feminine voice. "Seems I get it right, this place…" it paused for a few second, likely observing the surrounding. "Ah, it seems this summer is quite bad for those plants… I still remember this…" it slowly approached the pine tree which has no leaves on it anymore. "Those swings…" it turned toward small swings for children to play, nearby is a sign that told where this place was, even it was obscured in the dark, it seems that the figure had no problem reading it. "Indeed, Little Whinging, Surrey, England… it's a success…"

Wasting no time, the figure slowly move toward the exit, but then it stopped, looking back at the pine tree before sighing, then it held one hand up and snapped a finger before walking away toward its destination... toward No.4 Pivet Drive…

When someone looked at the pine tree, they'll founded that there's nothing out of ordinary, however, that's because those bushes around it, even though devoid of leaves, still has dried braches to covered something unnatural below… the soil which slowly seeping precious liquid essential for plant life and turned dark brown after the essence they lacked for the entire summer finally returned… and clear solid crystal covered the pine's trunk which started melting into said liquid… an ice…

Harry Potter couldn't believe his luck, after coming all the way to playground in Magnolia road to find some solitude to think out something, he accidentally ran into entire gang of bullies, specifically the one that has Dudley as boss, coming back from 'his friend's house after dinner.' or that's what uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia stubbornly believed.

Good news is, at least none of the members in his gang noticed him because it was getting dark, and swings in this park didn't have any lamppost nearby to light him up, so Harry, and by extension, Dudley was safe from getting thrown into unpleasant situation of both group encountering each other. For Dudley, he was afraid of his magic but he couldn't acted in any way to shown such a sign in front of his peers, while Harry was bounded to the law of underage magic not to use it outside school or wizard's house else he'll get fired from Hogwarts.

Still, the frustration of getting cut off from magical world and his friends had been welled up inside his mind for weeks now, the inability to do anything about it no matter how he tried, no information get passed down to him from his friends beyond 'I cannot say more than this, I hope we could get you out from there soon.' No matter how much he persuaded them in the post, they mail him a thing… In fact, if not because of combined word from Sirious Black, his godfather and criminal on the run from Ministry from crime he did not committed, and a lesson he learned from Big Sister long ago, he would've tie down his belonging to a broom and flies toward The Burrow already, secrecy be damned!

But everything has its limit, as Harry known from his Big Sister's friend, and he knows that if he didn't do anything about this frustration feeling soon, he might accidentally do what he thought he would did in an outburst and landed him in a worse position than it already was with every Wizarding folks out there, if Daily Prophet is anything to go by…

It would appeared that Cornelious Fudge, the current minister of magical world England, wanted to denies the facts about Voldermort's return so much that he decided to go as far as putting those smear campaign against him on every media, well, the ONLY media of Wizarding world, to discredit him, it was subtle and not oblivious in the newspaper that he would've missed it if not because of lesson from his Big Sis not to discard even the tiniest details that compelled him to read the whole thing to find out, and of course, he could do nothing about it as well!

Another bad news about Dudley appeared here was, by his aunt and uncle's biased standard, if he came home later than Dudley it means he's late, so it effectively means that no matter what, the search must end right here and now before he get into trouble.

Observing from the shadow, Harry saw that after the long talks and chitchat praising Dudley for 'teaching a lesson' to some unfortunate kid he didn't know, the gang has dispersed, his big fat cousin slowly walking his way home becoming a signal for him to dropped down from swings and running toward him, in his mind thought back toward what he had heard from Dudley's friends just a few minutes earlier and grinned in anticipation of what he's going to do after catching up with Dudley.

It looks like this time, the way back home will not be that boring after all…

In front of No.4 Pivet Drive, a figure frowned once she looked into the house of a walrus and giraffe… er, she mean, uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia, as Harry called, since it was oblivious that whoever it came to finds is not here…

The figure thought analytically, uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia still here, that means their son still lived here, and considered all thing, Harry should to, they still talked about him loud enough for the figure to eavesdropped from the windows, not that they knew that it was eavesdropping of course! Pretty much like how the figure came to know of this particular boy many years prior…

"So many years passed, he should've become teen by now… the same age as I back then…" the figure mused to itself, slowly walking down the street devoid of cars and people. It just arrived here near dinner time, and it hasn't got anything to eat yet. "If my memories are correct, there should be some food stands just outside this Little Whinging… hope they didn't moved it after all these years, else I'd have to eat that pancake again…" it sighed at the last sentence.

And thus, the figure set its destination, without knowing that it'll run into something that will change its views of this quiet, normal world it once thought to be forever, and that it'll missed its dinner tonight…

It proved not that hard as one thought to catch up with his cousin despite he's a few times larger than Harry, but that because the large aspect of his didn't covered to the longer and stronger legs, in fact, it was the opposite, Dudley was slow and lumbering like a giant pig his shape suggested, thus a few paces later, Harry caught up with him.

Hearing the footstep from behind, Dudley turned to face his cousin, before his face turned into a frown before greeted him with voice that sounds like he was trying to speak while gritting his own teeth, showing it clearly how unpleasant he was to saw him. "Oh… it's you…"

Harry slowed down his pace until he is walking side by side of Dudley before greet him back "Oh, hello, Big D…" the name he called out caused his cousin to twitching his eyebrows "How long does you've been called that?"

"Shut up…" Dudley hissed, stopped in his track.

However Harry wasn't about to let this opportunity to slip… the opportunity to vent out some frustrations building up in his mind, that, and to make up for the failure of today to track down anyone, or anything magical that appeared near his house… his uncle's house, at least he'll be feeling better after this verbal beatdown session with Dudley finished.

He know well that both of them as they are right now are incapable of inflicting any bodily harm to each other without suffering some sorts of consequence afterward, but verbal beatdown is fine, so he started commenting on his cousin again "Hey, I'm going to say that it was a nice nickname you've got there, even if you're still my 'Little Diddey' anyway…"

"I told you to shut up…" Now Dudley snarled in his face, his foot started to move again as if trying to escape, both huge hands balled into a fist showing how much stress he has put on his cousin right now, thus, as his Big Sister once said 'Strike the iron while it is hot' he run after Dudley in pursuit and pushed forward his words.

"But I doubt that your little friends know what your mum always used to call you."

"Get the Hell away from me!" Dudley shouted futilely, unfortunately that there're no policemen around, or any people in particular, else he might able to ask them to stop Harry from harassing him. And thus the verbal harass continue when Harry opened his mouth again.

Unknown to both teen, one figure in the shadow of the night noticed, or rather, heard Dudley shouting from the street it was going, and decided to turn around and investigate…

Dudley now really angry, hands raised up and down as if it wanted nothing more than planted itself into Harry Potter's face, however his eyes glanced warily at the smaller boy in an oversized cloths that was his cousin and saw him raised an eyebrows as if to ask why he didn't do it already, then trailed off toward his pocket and gulped, before finally said "You thought you're so big and powerful right, when you have that thing in your pocket…"

"Oh?" Harry feigned surprise, which is not that hard for Dudley to see through. "What you're talking about Diddy?"

"You know all too well what I'm talking about…" Dudley growled, pointing at the pocket accusingly. "That… stick… you're hiding in there!"

"You're smarter than last year, I commended you that." Harry replies while both of them still walking on the way back home, then he put out said 'stick' or rather, magic wand, for Dudley to see, whose face paled a little at the sight of such simple stick, which somehow also made another being who lurked in the shadow, observing them from place not too far surprised too.

If the thing already surprised, then the next thing that Dudley blurted out from his mouth nearly made it flinched "You're not allowed to use magic outside your school, I know you can't, they'll kicked you out of you dare!"

"Are you sure that they didn't change the rule already, Big D?" Harry casually replied, confirmed something to the person who followed them.

"Harry…" it whispered, worry clearly heard from its voice "What you've gotten yourself into?"

At first, when the figure accidentally met two boys, it was a little happy to saw that both of them goes along well after all these years, and the figure wanted to go in, introduced itself to both Dudley and Harry as it planned, however that came to a halt in the light of this new revelation of existence of magic in this peaceful, normal world, and the tensions between the two cousins which suggested that they're not yet goes along since the last time it met them, thus it decided to following them quietly from the distance to learn more about what's going on here.

Both boys still did not notice something that was trailing them, but truth to be told, when both are this furious toward each other, all they could see, all they could hear was just their nemesis walking alongside, others are second priority.

Now Dudley have enough and started taunting Harry about his nightmare, specifically, nightmare about death of Cedric and nightmare about the worries he has toward this 'Big Sister' which Dudley never knew of, if she was suffering in the war somewhere on earth, while Harry started intimidated the former with magic wand pointing at the fat boy's heart and commanded him to stop, but it failed to do so and both boy started shouting at each other, blinded in rage that both responsible.

The events that played out before the figure that trailing them was enough to made it twitched its eyes as if what it heard or what it saw, or both, annoyed it, however for the sake of learning more on its own instead of approaching blindly toward the unknown, it had pushed aside the desires to walk up to the arguing boys to slap them both and lecture them how to behave like a proper teen, and continue to observes quietly from a distance as before, when suddenly, all hell broke loose…

A scream of his mother echoed in Harry's mindscape the moment he begin to put his wand away from his big fat cousin, his survival instinct was on full alert in an instant the feeling of ice touched his skin despite it was in the middle of summer, his eyes shot toward the sky that was suddenly turned pitch-black and devoid of stars despites seconds ago they're still present, and look warily for a sign of something that will come his way in any moment.

"Wh… What are you doing? Stop it!" Dudley stuttered.

"Stop it Dudley" Harry hissed back, eyes glanced at the pale face of his cousin for a second. "Don't move! And be Quiet!"

"I said you stop it!" Dudley barked back, clearly not listen to Harry at all.

Harry mind was on overdrive, he tried to think about how those things could've come here? It doesn't make any sense, the coldness started invading his body signify that they're close now, but all he could see… was darkness surrounding them, even the light on the street seems to dimmed out, or rather, because they ventured into the section that didn't have lamppost so that effectively set them up in trap!

Harry think quickly, banishing any useless thought, if they stayed here on the dark road without light, then they're finished, he quickly said to panicked Dudley "We must move now Dudley! Come with me if you wanted to live!"

Even though the fat boy hated his cousin for his magic and also stupid, but his survival instinct and what amount of intelligent he had still more than enough to form a rational thought in dire situation and know that Harry probably the only one who could help him here, and the persuasions just hammered the point home, he nodded weakly, stepping toward Harry, but before he could move more than that, Dudley suddenly collapsed like a ragdoll without strings slamming hard on the hot pavement of the street…

"Damn it!" Harry cursed under his breath, he reached Dudley in a single step, and tried his best to drag the bigger boy to the nearest lamppost, he knew that normal electric powered light won't deterred what come after them much, it still help give the creatures a pause, if those two shadows circling overhead in the sky was any indication, tends to avoid getting near the lamppost at all cost as they are...

The screech that was the iconic sound of foul creatures that is called Dementors closing in, as well as screams of his mother dying in his head gotten louder to the point he barely keep himself conscious and not fainted over, while dragging Dudley who seems to lost his will to move, or fainted, slowly crossing the street toward the light, every seconds feel like he was running across no-man-land between enemy line and his line, fear of being gunned down before reaching his objective coursed through his cold, nearly freezing vein when his eyes caught sight of black silhouette zipped past him up front, the wind knocking him and Dudley down on the ground in the instant.

Harry stood up, seeing two foul creatures floating menacingly a few meters in front of him, they looked like a human at 2 meter height in rags covering head to toe, hoods obscured their faces from view, a wheezing sound come out of it as if it was sucking in more than air… sucking in hope, happiness… gathering strength…

Then it attack…

Harry, who prepare to cast Patronus charm has to stopped his casting mid-sentence when one of the creature sped toward him, jumping aside and leaving Dudley on the ground, he rolled along the road, cause it to missed him, yet the scream inside his head seems to increase tenfold the moment it shot past him, nearly made him clutching his head.

He didn't waste any time jumping back on his feet, wand ready in hand, eyes darting toward another screech of the creature even he couldn't gather enough magic to cast the charm, but he has to try, or else he and Dudley was done for.

"Expecto…" He could only chant the first verse before has to dodge the charge from Dementor yet again, the creature seems to know who was wizard and who wasn't, thus knowing who was a bigger threat to it, or rather, who was the obstacle between it and its meals, and focusing on bringing that threat down first.

Harry swallowed down the curse of his bad luck when he saw from the corner of his left eye that one of the creatures was approaching Dudley who lay motionless on the ground, while another one slowly approach him dragging its hood backward revealing a featureless face with only one gaping hole where a mouth should be facing him…

"Damn, after those hardships to get peace back home, now here comes another battle?" The figure muttered while observing the battle, or rather, the fighting for survival of Harry Potter and his cousin from the hiding, dozens of meter away, seemingly, those hooded creatures… the figure could felt it, they were unnatural, malevolence and sinister toward the sentient living.

Even the figure itself could felt some negative thought surfacing in its mind, brought forth by the influence of those creatures, however, having experience in many horrible events of conflicts and turmoil of war between man and machine, man and wildlife, man against man, since childhood, the figure saw these bad memories as a minor inconvenience and shrugged it off as a form of mental attack from those… whatever they are… and steel itself true.

"Still, they seemed to not detect me yet. No, no, it can!" The figure sigh in relief that its existence has yet to compromised before it shook it head in realization when something, some information surfaced in its head, even then, it knows that if things keep going as it is now, it'll be forced to reveal itself in front of the boy, and by extension, whoever behind these creatures' attack…

The figure has reasons to think that they have someone commanded these behind the scene, one was from its own experience in its homeland which had thrown itself into such situation before, and one was that, there's many more presence in the area, itself, or even that car drove passed by the crossroad behind it, there's no way in hell that these creature wouldn't heard the engine sound, yet they ignored it and focus on Harry and his cousin alone, it was oblivious that whatever the boy has done before, someone was unsatisfied with the boy's action and thus sic these things to off him.

And if they could found him from the sky high above since it saw them diving down toward Harry in the first strike, the figure frown, it means that they could found the figure too, but they instead ignored the figure completely as well… thus explained that it was on a mission to hunt down the boy, not just some foul creature let loose from zoo somewhere…

Now the problem for it has turned into how to keep its existence away from anyone who wanted the boy's head? It didn't know the creatures features other than that they had an aura of mental attack in form of forcing anyone near them to relieve their most painful memories, it don't know if these creatures will died when they're killed, heck, the figure didn't know if it needed special kind of magic or equipment to deal with one or not at all!

However, to keep herself away from the man behind the man, it was clear as day that these creatures must not return to their master alive… This was a given… only thing to do is to find out its weakness… which the figure thought that Harry might know, else why he still there fighting, albeit not quite effectively since he couldn't cast a single spell due to interruption, and not picking up his cousin and run away already?

Growling in frustration, the figure looked back at the lone teen that stood defiantly against the supernatural foes, in time to see him finally had an opening to cast some sort of white, bright, glowing mist from his wand toward one of the creature hovering over his cousin and unexpectedly forcing it to back off from the unconscious boy, however at the same time, another creature swoop in from behind crashing into his back knocking him on the ground causing the white mist to dissipated, wait… crashing?

The figure watched Harry Potter picking himself up from the ground while also trained its eyes toward the creatures, which now started flying around at high speed screech its chilling scream that could make weak-minded frozen in terror, swooping down toward Harry repeatedly and relentlessly as if they were angry because of him denied their meals. Then, the figure thought up an idea, however, in case its master has clairvoyance, it need to be one-hit-kill, and from the blind spot of the creatures' supposed eyes, so they'll not even got a glimpse of its features.

Even it wanted to help their victims, the figured decided that it has to wait for opportunity to help them all in the long run…

Of course, that doesn't mean if the push comes to shove, the figure will not jumped out to save them, Harry is its friend, secrecy be damned!

Harry spun in place aiming his wand forward while squeezing it tightly to prevent it from falling from his hand, while simultaneously trying his best to keep his consciousness in check and in order to cast Patronus and drive these things away, the thought of casting this Patronus charm will violating the secrecy law of Wizarding world now took back seat as he tried his best to survive this encounter.

However the Dementors prove to be persistence, they foiled his attempt of casting Patronus charm almost ten times straight after he got that sorry excuse of a Patronus out through sheer luck and repel one of them away from Dudley, now that both of the Dementors focused on him, their effect on his mind increased to nearly unbearable! The scream of his mother before Voldermort killed her, the death of Cedric, the parting of his Big Sister, all assaulting him at once!

Harry dodge another attempt to grab him from the Dementor by rushing toward the wall then duck to let it nearly crashed, unfortunately that the creature still glide away upward and prepare to swoop down on him again, he's running out of options, and now suddenly through sheer luck of running up to the wall and forced one of them to jerked upward while another seems to gliding toward Dudley instead of him, seemingly thought that he was cornered, they've let out a huge opening for him to cast Patronus charm uninterrupted.

But even with such a blatant opening, Harry tried, again and again, to summon his guardian, his own personification of hope and happiness to protect him and Dudley in futility thanks to the effects of Dementor sapping out his will, his happy memories, leaving him with nothing but a screaming and death in his head, too confused to cast it properly.

And before he could think of anything more happier to cast it, the Dementor swoop down and hit him, sending the boy rolling on the now cold-concrete walkway, then before he could recover, one of its rotten grey hand grabbed his throat, slowly bringing him face to face with it while another hand slowly drawing out its hood revealing human-shaped head that lack any feature but one hole beneath, its rotten smell of a breathing pour forth from said hole choking him to near suffocating, and added to the voice of all nightmares he had, Voldermort's voice rang through his ears as its head get closer. 'Accept your death, Harry Potter, it may not be that painful at all, but of course, I don't know, because I have yet to taste death before!'

Then one thought hit him, he's not able to see Ron, Hermione anymore, as well as breaking promise with his Big Sister, a childish promise during his childhood that he will wait until her eventual return… although a childish one, he still intended to keep it as well as his wish to see his friends again… and to accomplish that, he has to live no matter what!

While still trying to breath, he point his wand toward its chest, or rather, somewhere that the Dementor's chest supposed to located, stuttered for a split seconds then he shout with all the air in his lung. "Expecto Patronum!"

A deer sprouted out from his wand along with the blinding light illuminating darkness around him, its form expanded rapidly while its horns struck into the Dementor's chest sending it flying as if it was hit by a freight train, a screech has been heard from the foul creature as if it was hurt from the strike while backing away from the great deer that now stand between its prey.

Then Harry turned his attention toward his cousin, whose unmoving form lying still on the ground a moment before, only to found out that another Dementor was slowly lifting his head up toward its own, as if it was going to kiss him…

No matter how much despise he had toward his cousin, who bullied him and made his life miserable for eleven years straight, he's still the only family he had, discounting Sirius, and all those things could not fully blame on him alone, thus he made up his mind without hesitation and waved his wand toward Dudley's direction in an instant. "Crush him!"

As on cue, the deer stopped its pursuit of the Dementor that attacked its master and then glided toward another one that was trying to give Dudley a Dementor Kiss… or stealing his soul to put it bluntly, at high speed and send that one flying like the first, it crashed into the wall, while leaving no mark, still heard the crashing sound.

The Dementors quickly regroup and tried to attack Harry once more, however even the distance between him and Dudley was quite far apart, the glowing white deer made out of pure energy, energy that represent hope and happiness of Harry Potter, still fast enough to run rings around both of them prevent Dementors from getting close (they're more persistent than those guarding Hogwarts during his third year for some reason that even Harry didn't understand.) while Harry slowly made his way toward his cousin to close the gap between them.

However, once he finally by Dudley's side and the glowing bright deer between them and their enemies, those Dementor suddenly stopped, as if they know that it was futile to attack a wizard with Patronus, then, instead of flying toward the sky and escape, it glided to one end of the road, screeching echo through the air as if announcing that it has found another prey…

Of course it did…

Once Harry squeeze his eyes through the darkness toward where the Dementors are going, his heartbeat nearly skipped, there, under the shadow of an Oak tree near the crossroad about two hundred meters away from him, stood one lone figure whose details were obscured, Harry didn't know if the man, or woman, who stood there could see nor heard the scream Dementors made or not, but judging by the way that it standing still, he doubt that he/she can, and thus, he/she is in danger of getting 'killed'.

Gritting his teeth in frustration, Harry ordered his Patronus to charge toward the Dementors that was threatening to kill another bystander that somehow got unlucky to be in this neighborhood, regardless of the fact that do so will made him susceptible to their attack if there're more than two of those Dementors lurking nearby, but he has no choice in that matter…

However, what happened next was something unexpected, for both him and those foul creatures…

Once they're about a few dozen meters from their prey, bright blue electricity shot forward from the figure arcing on to the offending creature, hitting them instantly, screams of both creatures was heard even from Harry's position when they're getting electrocuted before the ragged cloaked figures of both of them get repulsed and tossed back away from the electric arc rolling on the ground, smoke and smell of burning cloak rising from their form that lay on the street.

Harry gasp in shock at what he saw, someone out there actually injured the Dementor! Which theoretically should be impossible since the best that wizarding world has got against them was Patronus charm which could only repel them! Not only that, the manner which that one used spell was something straight out of the movie! The Emperor in Star Wars: Return of the Jedi if he remembered correctly!

However, the figure remained silent throughout the ordeals, the Dementors got up, looking back at the Patronus deer that was closing in by second, and then at the figure, from the way they slowly backed away from the figure despite behind them was a Patronus was oblivious, they were afraid of it!

A split second later, the creatures of darkness decided that they've overstayed their welcome and tried to flee from the scene by shooting up toward the sky, the keyword was being 'tried'.

It was clear that whoever shot lightning bolt at the Dementors do not wanted them to get away alive, (if Dementor can be considered 'living thing' at all.) once he/she saw that they tried to escape, another continuous lightning arc upward and intercepted them in mid-air, this time, the arc was even more brighter than the last one signifying its increase in power, while the electricity also shocked through the lampposts around the caster causing them to exploded and black out due to overload electric pulse, the Dementors let out a wail of agony, something that Harry sworn never heard before, which echoed throughout the entire streets before finally died out.

Then, right before his eyes, the fallen bodies of Dementors started seeping out black smoke from every pore and holes on its surface, then they crumbled into nothing more than a mass of rag, which then getting blown to pieces and ashes a second later…

The darkness returned to the street once more, the lampposts mostly died out, Harry cancel his Patronus by waving his wand weakly, then kneel down to check his cousin, quite confident that the Dementor will not come back anymore after those show, at least for tonight…

A tapping sound of footstep echoed from the figure, drawing Harry's attention away from the unconscious Dudley to see that, he/she/it was slowly walking toward him, uncaring or note, he's not sure since everything goes dark, but then again, he/she/it just killed Dementors, so he/she/it was on his side, at least what his tired mind thought…

A sound of alarm from Dudley's wrist clock alert Harry that it was 7 P.M. and reminded him that he better get to move soon, and brings Dudley back to his house to at least recover, also, he must be quick to get away from this scene as well, considered that he just broke the law of wizarding world regarding the use of underage magic, especially in front of non-magical people, even the non-magical in question was his cousin! He was sure as hell that, considered what they've done in the newspaper, the Ministry will jumped on him with this case as fast as it could, heck, he wouldn't be surprised if the Auror will apparition out here and arrest him in any moment, that, or his home will flooded with owls carried letter from the Ministry soon.

"C'mon…" the boy-who-lived hissed at the still form of his fat cousin, tried to gather strength to lift Dudley up, however, once the adrenalin was put out of his bloodstream after the threat was gone, he was once more lack the strength to lift Dudley up from the ground as he should be, curse those malnutrition from Dursley! He managed to lift one of Dudley's shoulders up, but then the figure was now a dozen of meter from him without him paying attention.

"So, these things have physical body too, figure as such… else how it could hold that pig up…" A feminine voice rang through the air, startled Harry, forcing him to dropped Dudley down, turn toward the shadow of that figure along with his wand pointing at it as a precaution but not prepare to fire any spell, because he still remembered that voice despite never heard it for seven years now! "Never mind, physical body are better, else it will be damn hard to kill something like that. What was that look kid? And don't point that wand at me!"

Without thinking, Harry point the wand away from the figure before casting Lumos spell (He didn't wanted to risk that figure electrocute him like the Emperor did to Luke Skywalker anyway, if that thing can killed Dementors, what to say about human or wizard?), small ball of light appeared on the tip of his wand, vanquishing the darkness of the night away from them, allowed him to get a clear look at the newcomer.

Once Harry saw who came to his rescue, he exclaimed in surprise. "Big Sister!?"

Author Note: I've to gone back to bookshelf and picked up the Order of Phoenix for a reference this time, it was like 5 years ago since I last read it. However, some of the details are now different

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