Chapter 5:

Harry Potter sat on a pile of rocks in the middle of Lybe park. It was a Saturday, and one of the few days Harry had off.

And as such Harry felt it was important for him to use this day for one of the most important things for him, training. Or as he would like to call it, 'trying to figure out how the fuck these powers work!'

Harry had come to this park specifically for two reasons, one it was big and not very well used, and two he didn't know any other park.

Harry wore a simple shirt and a pair of jeans, he really needed to go clothes shopping soon. He was fortunate Tom could wash and dry all his clothes with a flick of a wand, but that tended to wear out whatever he was wearing and Harry really didn't like the clothes he had. But one problem at a time.

Harry reached over his side and took out the book on Occlumency that Dumbledore had given him before he left Hogwarts. Harry opened the book and looked it over, it was time to figure out what the hell this was and how it could help him with his powers.

From what he understood Harry's telepathy wasn't anything like the wizarding mind arts. Harry could 'listen' to the surface thoughts of people while the wizarding way had to dig into people's minds. Frankly in some ways it was much more advanced than what Harry could do, but since Harry's powers were so unique and was basically an unknown factor people haven't built up a defence for it yet.

Harry quickly read through the book, he had already finished it a couple of days ago, he tended to read a few books while on his shift, mostly when he got too bored or something. Harry knew this thing in and out, but he held off an actually practising what was mentioned in the book.

'Okay, first things first, clearing my mind,' Harry looked over the instructions once more. It seemed that Occlumency basically involved helping a wizard organise one's thoughts in such a way that it would help said magical individual to remember or control their emotions better.

And by product of this was an immunity to legilimency, the wizarding ability to read minds. Since wizard's can clear their minds of thoughts, when a mind reader attacks them they will simply push all thoughts to the side causing the attacker to not find anything of note.

This was all well and good, but Harry wasn't the normal type of mental attacks. He didn't know if Occlumency offered a sort of protection from his brand of mind reading as well. Guess he'll just have to wait and find out, after all there was no one he knew who practised Occlumency. Well there was Dumbledore, but if Harry asked him he would grow suspicious, and that was the last thing Harry wanted.

Harry quickly looked over the first step to learning Occlumency, meditation. Harry sighed, sitting still and thinking of nothing wasn't his forte, but it had to be done.

Harry put the book aside and closed his eyes. He tried to think of nothing, but for the longest time he couldn't help but jump from one topic to another.

'Why are clouds white?'

'If you transfigure a stone into wood and then chopped up that wood would it still retain that form when it turned into stone?'

'Why are cats such assholes? Why can't they be like dogs?'

'If I was a bird what type of bird would I be?'

Harry couldn't help it, his mind was just too clustered.

Harry eventually gave up altogether and threw his hands up in frustration, things weren't progressing as he had hoped. He looked at the book again, the way the made it out it seemed like meditating was the easiest thing in the world, but for Harry it wasn't, it was like trying to catch a snitch as it flew across the halls of Hogwarts which was also filled with trolls.

Funny thing was Harry could probably do that.

Harry sighed as he cracked his neck, maybe he should worry about it later. For now he still had a lot more things he wanted to cover.

Harry closed his eyes and slowly focused on his body. He felt his mind lock onto his frame as it slowly began to lift himself higher and higher into the sky.

Harry floated at the least 40 feet above ground, he opened his eyes and looked down. He smiled, this was amazing. Before he had been afraid, afraid of falling, but with more and more use, he realised he no longer had that fear.

Harry pushed himself forward as he slowly began to fly across the park. He looked down at the greenery of the place, he would be afraid of being spotted by a muggle, but right now the park was empty, it was very early in the morning. The only people Harry had to worry about was joggers, and those people were far too focused on were they were going to ever look at the sky.

Harry smiled as he felt the breeze rush past his face, he missed flying on his broom, but he might have just stumbled onto something even better.

Chirp! Chirp!

Harry turned and carefully listened. There in the edge of a tree branch was a small bird's nest and inside the nest was a small family. But the sound wasn't coming from the birds inside the nest, no, it was coming from a little chick that had somehow fallen down and was currently stranded on the hard park ground.

Harry swooped down as he saw the little sparrow try to jump back up. It flapped it's cute little wings trying to fly, but it was far too young. Harry smiled, he wanted to help it. He reached out to grab the bird when suddenly it pecked him.

"Shit," Harry rubbed his finger, guess it didn't like being touched. Harry formed, well there were other ways he could help, without touching it.

Harry reached out with his mind and took hold of the bird. It was small and light that he didn't even feel it in his hold. He slowly lifted the bird up into the air causing the animal to shirke in surprise.

Harry floated up with it as he carefully put it back in it's nest. The bird ran to it's parents who chirped happily. Harry smiled, he floated away from the nest, his job was done. He was about to fly away when he noticed that the chick he had just saved had already run back to the edge of the nest and jumped down.

Harry was alarmed at the action, but just then he realised what it was trying to do, it was learning how to fly!

The little chick failed, again. It glided down to the ground, luckily it didn't hurt itself, but it didn't fly. Harry picked up the bird with his mind and put it back in the nest. And then again the bird ran to the edge and jumped. And again it failed.

Over and over this process continued. Harry would bring it to it's nest, it would great it's parents and then jump. Soon Harry had began to silently route for the little bird. It didn't give up, it never gave up. It fell down, but it didn't stop.

And then finally, in what have must been the 50th try, the little bird flew.

"Hell yeah!" Harry cheered as the parents chirped in joy. Harry grinned like an idiot, he didn't understand it, but he just felt so inspired because of the little bird. Maybe there was a lesson to be learnt here, and Harry knew just what it was.

Harry quickly flew back to the rock formation he sat on. His duffel bag and book remained where he left them. He sat down carefully and took out the book on Occlumency, maybe it was time to give this one more look over.

This time when Harry closed his eyes in order to meditate he didn't have random thoughts cuddling his mind, he didn't wonder about things that didn't matter. No, he only thought about one thing, the bird.

Slowly the image of that little chick dominated his mind. He imagined it falling over and over again, and how it again and again continued to flap it's tiny little wings as hard as it could.

That image dominated Harry's mind as he focused on it. He used it as an anchor and slowly his mind became more clearer, everything else went away, pushed to the side. A sense of calmness entered Harry.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled, he had done it. It wasn't in anyway complet, but he had at least managed to clear his mind. He quickly took the book and began to look at the second step towards building up Occlumency defences.

It seemed now all Harry had to do was try and visualise anything except what the enemy wanted to see. But for this he would need the help of another wizard, maybe this was what Dumbledore meant when he said he would help Harry during the next year.

Either way this meant that Harry was stuck, he couldn't progress any further in his studies, but that didn't mean Harry had to stop now. He had finally gotten a grasp on meditation, he could clear his mind. It may be a useful skill to have, especially since his other powers also involved the mind. Maybe he could use it to help improve his other skills as well.

So Harry closed his eyes once more and began to focus. He cleared his mind, the image of little chick reappeared in his head. But now instead of it trying and failing, the little bird was soaring.

Harry's mind began to go in circles, he focused only on the bird in his mind, he focused on it flying. And slowly, his body began to float up into the air. His hair began to wave in the wind that did not exist. And Harry remained like that for a long time.

It was much later when Harry opened his eyes. His body was hungry as hell, looking up at the sky Harry realised that it was now well past noon, maybe even 3 in the afternoon. His mind felt calm and rested, almost like it had rebooted.

Harry slowly put himself down and got up. He stretched as he felt his body become alert. It was like he had gotten a full night's rest, plus a few extra hours. If mediation offered these results whenever he did it, it would definitely soon become a favorite pass time of his. A full night's rest in just a few hours? Hell yes!

Harry's stomach rumbled, he was definitely late for lunch. The young psychic walked to the nearest Mcdonald's and ordered a meal for himself, it may have been unhealthy, but Harry didn't care. He was craving for some french fries with a large burger, and all the calories in said meal didn't really bother him.

Harry quickly bought his meal and walked back to the park. He sat down on the nearest bench and quickly began to dig in. After all that training he really built up an appetite.

"Hoot hoot!" Harry looked up just in time to see a snowy white owl dive down and snatch a claw full of fries from off the bench. The bird then flew back down landing in front of Harry before feeding on the stolen food.

Harry smiled, "hey girl, missed you." He scratched under the beeks causing the bird to coo into his hand. She rubbed her head against Harry's palm as she closed her eyes in bliss.

Last week Harry had sent Hedwig off with a bunch of letters to Ron and Heroine. He wanted to inform them of his new found freedom, and of course it took some time to deliver said letters. And that was why Hedwig was currently looking like she hadn't seen Harry in years.

"You have something for me?" Harry asked as he feed Hedwig another french fry.

"Hoot hoot!" Hedwig hooted as she extended her leg with a single letter tied to it. Harry smiled as he took the letter allowing Hedwig to move freely. Harry saw the bird soar into the sky as she began to circle around him, 'guess she's going to hunt.'

Harry turned to the letter. 'To Harry Potter' was written in beautiful cursive, immediately Harry knew this could only be from Hermione.

He opened the letter and quickly read it through. It seemed that this year Hermione and her parents had gone to France for the summer, which would explain why Hedwig took so long to deliver the letters.

Harry quickly put aside the letter as returned to his food. As he ate he remembered all the people he talked to over the summer via letters. He had sent the first letter to Ron, obviously, it seemed the ginger along with his entire family had gone off to Egypt for the summer. It seemed Ron's brother, Bill Weasley, was a curse breaker working for Gringotts and he had invited them all over.

Harry had also kept in touch with Dumbledore, well it was more of the Headmaster checking up on the boy from time to time. The older wizard kept asking about the amulet he gave Harry, he was still worried that might not be enough. But Harry assured the man it was and that the voices hadn't bothered him since.

Of course Harry didn't tell Dumbledore the truth, hell he didn't plan on telling anyone the truth. Not Hermione, and Ron. He remembered what happened when everyone found out he was a parseltongue, they basically treated him like an untouchable. He wasn't even the actual heir to Slytherin, and yet they didn't care. If anyone knew he could read minds...Harry shuddered, he didn't want to even think about it.

Harry quickly wrapped up his meal when suddenly Hedwig swooped down and dropped a dead half eaten rat right in front of Harry.

"Ep!" Harry jumped doubt of his seat as Hedwig swooped down and stood next to the dead animal. She turned to Harry and hotted several times pointing to the dead rat.

"Hedwig! That wasn't nice!" Harry grumbled as the snowy owl looked like she was chuckling.

"Hoot! Hoot!" Hedwig cried pushing the rat to Harry.

"No Hedwig I don't want your rat, please, enjoy," Harry sighed as he gathered up his trash, don't' want to litter.

"Hoot!" Hedwig cried out again, this time more furiously than before.

Harry sighed, "Hedwig, I might pretend to try and understand what i say but I can't, okay? I mean it's not like I can just read your mind and….." Harry face planned, "I'm such an idiot."

Harry looked into Hedwig's amber eyes and focused. He reached out into the owl's head as he tried to read the animal's mind.

Immediately Harry was assaulted by a barrage of random thoughts. It wasn't painful, though the various thoughts were annoying for the mind reader. Everything was quieter, if that adjective even applies to this situation. Hedwig's thoughts were like a human's, they were fragmented, scattered. If anything they sounded like a new phrase a child just learnt and repeated over and over again.

[Human hungry, human thin. Share food.]

Harry blinked, "damn...this is so cool!" Harry grinned causing Hedwig to look confused.

[Human happy? Like food?]

"No, it's not that Hedwig, I just discovered a new power," Harry said with a smile.

[Human act strange. Maybe no like food?]

Harry frowned, he expected Hedwig to understand him, but maybe that was too much to ask. She was a smart animal, that much was for sure, but even then that didn't mean she understood the human tongue.

"Eat Hedwig," Harry pointed at the rat, "I don't want."

Hedwig hooted as she turned her head sideways, [why point at rat? No like.]

Harry shook his head, "no like."

"Hoot! Hoot!" [Human stubborn! Too skinny! Will die soon if no eat!]

"Relax Hedwig I already ate," Harry pointed at his trash, "see?"

[Human stubborn. It's okay, human eat later.] And with that Hedwig took the dead rat in her beak and took off into the sky, probably to finish her meal.

Harry sighed, it was amazing what his powers could do. And yet he only just now scratched the surface. A few weeks ago he could fly. A few seconds ago he learnt he could talk to animals. One can only imagine what he could do tomorrow.

Harry then began to walk around the park for a while. It was honestly a very good day, it would be a shame to waste it by just meditating. Sure Harry had to train his new powers, but honestly he didn't want to. So far he had a pretty good grip on them, so maybe it was just time to sit and relax.

Soon it began to grow dark, Harry knew it was time to go back to the pub. He quickly traveled across London via the tube and reached there just as the last customers walked out. Harry quickly went in just in time to see Tom getting ready to leave as well.

"Are you going somewhere Tom?" Harry asked eyeing the man's formal get up. He wore a coat with a very clean and fancy new set of robes.

"Ah Harry, I was beginning to worry," Tom smiled at the boy, "and yes, I was. You see my cousin is in town and I haven't seen him in years. Figured I should drop in and say hello."

"I see…." Harry formed before a smile came on his face, "wait, does that mean I get the key to the bar?"

Tom rolled his eyes before chuckling, "yes Harry, you get the key to the bar," Tom reached into his pocket and took out a key throwing it to Harry who caught it easily.

"So much power," Harry laughed evilly, "and it's all mine!"

Tom rubbed his temple, "sometimes I worry about you Harry."

"Why? I'm perfect," Harry smiled.

"Well Mr. Perfect lock up after me," Tom grabbed his bowler hat, it was the only part of his attire that didn't change, "now remember, the pub had several ant-trespassing charms and wards built into the building, so you have nothing to worry about. Just lock the door when I leave and you'll be fine."

"Right, got it. When will you be coming back?"

"Around midnight," Tom checked his hat for dust before putting it on, "now I have one more chore for you, on the counter I have left a list of ingredients I want you to buy for me along with the money needed to buy it," he pointed at said list and the bag of money.

Harry looked over the piece of paper, most were just basic grocery items, nothing too fancy, Harry could probably get them in muggle London easily, it was far too late for any shops in Diagon Alley to be open.

"Not too difficult Tom, I'll probably be done with this before it gets too dark," Harry pocketed the list.

"Good now I wish you a good night Harry," Tom smiled and walked out [I hope the kids ready. What am I saying of course he's ready.]

Harry smiled at the man's confidence in him, "I won't let you down Tom," and with another goodbye the man walked out leaving Harry alone.

Harry quickly washed up and grabbed a quick snack, his appetite was growing in leaps and bounds, Harry struggled to keep up. After a quick stop at Gringotts Harry had changed all those golden coins into pounds.

The boy who lived slipped into muggle London as he made his way to the nearest grocery store. Harry then spent the next half an hour finding everything on the list he was given. It took a long time but Harry didn't care. After all he literally didn't have anything better to do.

Eventually Harry had four bags filled with groceries that he carried towards town. It was heavy, Harry's arms felt strained, but luckily Harry had thought ahead and was using his telekinetic powers to lift the bags up just enough that his weak arms didn't feel the full weight of the bags.

This might have reduced the strain on his body, but it put the strain on his mind. Luckily Harry's mind was much more well used that his body, something that Harry swore he would soon fix.

Harry soon found himself walking back to the pub, it was a few streets away, but Harry was getting close. Just then a figure dressed in shabby dirty robes ran out of the alley in front of Harry. The man looked around like a man possessed, his eyes meet Harry's for a second, that was all Harry needed to know that this man was bad news.

[It's just a kid, fine, it's okay. I need to get out of here, Exer and his friends will take care of those Auror's, I need to get myself away from the place!]

The man then turned around and ran away from Harry, but the boy was already in motion. This was a bad guy, after all why else would he be running away from the magical law enforcement? Harry needed to stop him, it was his duty, plus he was itching to try out his new powers.

Harry dropped the bags and threw both his hands out. He threw his mind out out and grabbed hold of the running criminal.

"What the hell?!" The man yelled as he felt something hold him back. Suddenly he was lifted off the ground and thrown into the side of the building.

Harry winced as he heard the man's body hit the concrete building hard. He won't be getting up from that any time soon. Harry quickly ran up to the man and pushed him over. The man had a stupid grin on his face and several teeth missing, but that wasn't from the blow. It seemed that man lacked general hygiene as his teeth were rotten to the core, something that made Harry sick.

Harry looked over the man's clothes, black robes with a red sash around his forehead. Harry also spotted the man's wand sticking out of his right breast pocket, that plus the robes told Harry that the man was definitely a wizard.

Harry didn't know what to do, the man's mind was currently blank, he was unconscious so Harry couldn't read his thoughts because there were no thoughts to read. Harry cursed his actions, for all he knew he could have just an innocent man, but considering he was running away from Arturo's that hardly seemed likely.

Just then a flash of red light exploded out from the alley behind him. Harry turned and ran to the corner sticking his head inside to see what was going on.

A pink burst of light came trailing towards him, luckily Harry was quick enough to move in time to avoid being hit. The pink beam flew into the street and tore through the building on the other side of the road, guess it was some kind of attack curse.

Harry looked back into the alley and gasped at what he saw. There were four people currently waging war in the alley war. Multicoloured lights exploded out of the dark alley. Harry jumped back as a trash can flew out almost clipping his head.

'What the shit?!' Harry started to panic as he looked at what was going on. He saw two people dressed in red and two in black, but the ones in red wire armoured robes of some kind and looked like they knew what they were doing, like they were trained.

They were auror's, they obviously knew what they were doing. Harry was ready to leave then and there, he had helped enough, and he was obviously not skilled enough to fight in a wand battle of this caliber.

He was already ready to leave when suddenly he noticed that one of the auror's fighting had short pink that was constantly changing colours. Harry's eyes widened as he gasped, 'Tonks.'

He needed to help her, he didn't want to see anything happen to the woman he now called a friend. He didn't run, he stood there watching. The auror's looked like they had it handled, but just then another pair of black robed individuals ran into the alley from the other side and together the four smugglers began to push back the two auror's.

'I need to help them!' Harry roared at himself as he began to look around. He spotted the wand of the man he just knocked out. He couldn't use his own wand, the trace would find out and he would get expelled. But if he used another's….

Harry didn't think. He grabbed the wand and turned into the alley. He spotted a couple of trashcans in the side, perfect. Harry reached out and slowly lifted three of them into the air.

"Tonks! Duck!" Harry roared as he drew back the trash cans and threw them forwards. The pink haired auror turned just in time to see the flying trash cans. She grabbed her partner and pulled him to the ground. The trash cans fell on the criminals, one took down a pair while the other was sliced in half by a cutting spell.

"Incendio!" Harry roared sending a orange spell out of the wand. The magic felt forced, Harry knew the spell wasn't at full power, after all this wasn't his wand. The spell hit a smuggler in the chest lighting his chest on fire.

"Argh! Get it off of me!" the roared as his friend dosed him with water.

Harry quickly looked around and spotted a potted plant on the window sill above them. He reached out with his mind and threw the pot at the criminal that just used the water spell hitting him in the head throwing him into a daze.

"Harry!" Tonks hissed as she created a protego spell just in time to block a blasting curse heading their way, "what are you doing here?!"

"Saw you guys fighting and figured you could use some help," Harry replied as he jumped behind a large dumpster for cover.

"Harry you can't be here!" Tonks roared, "you're just a kid!"

"We can talk about this later cadet!" the other auror, a man with dark skin and a bald head spoke, "for now we need all the help we can get. What are you good at kid?"

Harry quickly thought it over, "I'm awesome at the levitation charm, the summoning charm and the banishing charm." Those were the magical equivalent of his powers, he figured if he used them and someone asked he could just write it off as magic.

"Okay, how good are you with it?" the man asked as he sent a stunner towards the smugglers.

"Very," Harry looked around and saw a trashcan in the side. He reached out with his mind and threw it across the alley hitting a man who growled in anger.

"Okay….Tonks keep up the shield, me and...what's your name boy?"

"Harry," Harry supplied, figured if he mentioned his full name the man might not want his help, given his status as a celebrity.

"Kingsley," the man said, "now Harry, you see that air conditioning unit up there?" he pointed at one large AC box hanging off the side of the building. It was pretty far up and looked very heavy.

"Yeah, I see it," Harry didn't know if he could reach that, but he had to try.

"Great, grab it and bring it down, I'll distract them!" Kingsley then turned and started to fire off several spells at the enemy. Harry groaned as he looked up, this was going to be hard.

As Kingsley fired off several colored spells at the smugglers Harry focused on the air conditioning unit above. He pointed the wand he stole, he needed to pretend it was magic that was doing this.

Slowly the big metal box started to float up, Harry's brow forehead in concentration. He slowly moved the box towards the smuggler's all of which didn't see the floating object. However there were still wires and pipes attached to the box, Harry needed to cut them.

"Tonks, can you cut the wires?" Harry asked.

"Got it!" Tonks shifted her attention for a second, she sent a cutting curse at the wires and pipes removing the AC unit from its attachments. But the moment she shifted her focus the shield weakened and a curse got through clipping Tonks in the shoulder causing it to explode in blood.

"Tonks!" Harry cried out, his attention turned to his friend causing him to drop the AC unit right over the smugglers.

CRASH!

The metal box fell on top of two men. They fell down and blood slowly started to leak out of their wounds. Harry however didn't care, he ran to Tonks side, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Tonks growled through clenched teeth as she tried to smile, "I'm okay Harry."

Harry's mind was filled with rage, his eyes saw red. He turned to the man who did this, one of two smuggler's left standing. A cold wind went down their spines as the boy with green eyes looked at them.

"You," Harry whispered, but everyone could hear him. The man who fired that curse, the man on the right with a blue overcoat, Harry locked his eyes on him.

"Get him!" the man with the blue overcoat roared as he and his friend began to cast curse after curse at Harry.

"Get down!" Kingsley roared as he stepped up casting a shield to deflect the curses. Harry however wasn't bothered, anger had seized his heart, it was finally time to let loose.

Harry reached out with his mind and focused on the man on the left. Harry lifted the man up into the air.

"What the-" the man started to panic, "get me down!" suddenly his entire body jerked as he was sent flying through the air and into the wall. His head hurt, but he was still concious.

"What the hell is going on?!" the man panicked looking at his partner rubbing his head. He turned to the aurors and the boy and for a second he was paralyzed. Green eyes stared into his soul, and try as he might, he couldn't look away.

The man in the blue overcoat turned and ran into a building. He threw the back door open and charged right in, he couldn't stand in the presence of those eyes anymore, he needed to get away.

"Stay here, I'll get him," Harry said as he ran out of the large dumpster he was hiding behind.

"Harry no!" Kingsley roared as he tried to stop him. But when he began to run after the boy he felt something push him back, almost like a banishing charm, only much weaker.

"Stay with Tonks!" Harry roared as he grabbed another trash can with his mind and sent it at the smuggler who he had previously thrown into a wall. This time the trash can hit the man in the head knocking him out cold, one less problem to deal with.

"Harry!" Kingsley tired to argue, but before he could even try to get up again Harry was already gone. He ran into the building leaving Kingsley alone with an injured cadet, three knocked out smugglers and one seriously nasty headache.

Kingsley turned to Tonks, she was losing too much blood. He went to her and cast several mending charms on her person. It would take some time thought, and until then Kingsley would be forced to stay by her side.

The building was dark and very old. There were several paintings displayed on the wall that moved, so it was definitely a wizarding home. Harry had a tight grip on the wand he stole, he flicked it, "lumos."

A small white ball of light came out of the tip of the wand. It wasn't big, it was barely bigger than a candle light, but Harry could at least now see where he was going.

[I need to get out of here! I need to move!]

Harry paused, he could hear the man think, but he couldn't see where he was. Harry looked at the light the wand was emitting, if the man was hiding, then the light would just tell him where Harry was, it was a liability. So Harry turned it off, "nox."

Suddenly Harry was dosed in darkness again, but this time there was just enough light from the windows that Harry could sort of make out where he was. He slowly moved further into the building keeping his mind open for the man's thoughts.

[I need to the get the dragon eggs and the phoenix tears. Maybe the mammoth tusks as well. Oh and the werewolf blood, can't afford to leave that out.]

Harry found, he couldn't' judge distance based on the thought's alone, it didn't work that way. Harry needed to use all his senses, maybe…...if he was a smuggler where would he be?

Just then a crash roared out, like a glass structure feel down and broke. Harry listened carefully, it came from below him.

[Shit! I hope nobody heard that!]

'The basement, of course,' Harry smiled as he quickly looked around for a set of stairs. It was finally at the living room where he spotted an ajar door, it was obviously a secret compartment of some kind,and orange light speed out of it.

Harry stepped forward, but when he did so the wood below his feet squeaked.

[What was that? Is someone there?]

'Shit,' Harry stepped away from the door and moved to the shadows slowly drawing out both rhis wand and the one he stole.

[I need to go up and check...or I can wait here. If it's that kid or the errors then they will come charging in any second. Maybe I can use the basilisk venom and blind some of them, yeah..yeah that should by me some time.]

Harry narrowed his eyes, this wasn't good. He so did not want to feel the effects of basilisk venom again. The only thing to do now was to wait.

Harry slowly lowered himself into a squat, time seemed to drone on in a crawl. He waited and waited. His breath felt warm, sweat started to drip down his face, he was afraid to even breathe too loudly least that alert the man below to his presence.

[Maybe it was nothing? Maybe it was rat or something, hmm, Gordon did mention something about a rat problem, either way I need to move.]

Harry smiled, now was the time to strike. He needed to move, but he couldn't risk any more noise. He slowly took to the air as he floated forward. He reached the open door and without touching it open it with his mind. Luckily the door didn't squeak, he still had his element of surprise.

[I need the pixy eggs, and also the nymph milk, damn that stuff's good.]

The man hadn't noticed him yet, that was good. Harry floated down the steps as he clug to the ceilings, no one ever looks up. He slowly went deeper and deeper into the basement until he reached the bottom. He looked down and saw the man in the blue overcoat carrying what seemed to be a large sac filled with valuable items. He kept putting more and more of them into the bag and since it didn't increase in size that just told Harry that had an expansion charm weaved into it.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he looked around, he saw a veil of black ink like substance by the man's side, that must have been the basilisk venom. Harry carefully reached out with his mind and pulled the veil to him. It soared through the air without a sound as it carefully landed in Harry's outstretched hand.

Harry carefully brought himself down as he put the veil of basilisk venom away, no need to risk that being in his pants or something. The young wizard trailed the stolen wand at the man and glared, he hurt Tonks, he was a bad man, and right now Harry could do whatever he wanted to him.

He could take away his wand and force him to drink the venom. He could smash his head into a wall. He could curse him. But Harry knew if he did that, he would be no better than him. So instead he did the next best thing.

Harry reached out and caught the man's head, he then lifted him up and smashed his head into the ceiling above knocking him out. He quickly checked the man's pulse, he was just knocked out, not dead. Thank God.

Harry went to the sac and looked inside. He couldn't even identify half of the things in here, but he knew they were valuable. Harry quickly closed it and put it away, he would leave this for the auror's to find.

Just as Harry moved to leave he spotted something in the corner of his eye. It was a sapphire blue egg that looked like it was carved out of marble. It stood on a pedestal in one corner of the room. Harry looked at it and the moment he did he knew he had to have it.

Harry honestly couldn't say what came over him. It was like someone had stabbed him in the heart the moment he saw it. The pain he was feeling was from the fact that it currently wasn't in his hands. He walked towards it and touched it. And the moment he did a warm feeling ran through his hands.

He had to have it, he had to. It was his by right. The egg was the size of his fist, if he hide it in his pant pocket no one would see it. 'But it's stealing,' Harry told himself. And immediately his mind offered an answer, 'it's not stealing if you steal from a thief.'

Harry smiled, he was right, it wasn't stealing if it was from a thief. Plus who knew where something like this might end up? For all he knew the Auror's would bag and tag it and throw it into a warehouse filled with similar items. Or maybe it would be put up for auction and a wealthy wizard or witch would buy it and keep it as a trophy in their study.

Either way Harry knew the best place for something like this would be with him. And so without a second thought Harry reached out and plucked the egg from it's stand. He pocketed the egg and turned to leave.

Once outside he noticed a squad of Aurors standing there with their wands trailed on him. "Put your hands in the air!" They cried out.

Harry did just that, "don't' shoot!"

"Stop!" Harry heard Kingsley's voice call out as he tore through the crowd of officers, "he's the civilian that helped us."

The Aurors whispered amongst themselves before the captain, a hair looking man with a short pudgy face stepped up, "alright lads, put them down."

The officers slowly dropped their wands causing Harry to sigh in relief. He turned to the short captain, "thanks. I so didn't want to become swiss chess today."

"Relax, transfiguration it's part of our speciality, well it is, but that's not what I meant," the captain smiled, "now, what happened in there boy?"

"Well I followed the man inside, I lost him for a few seconds but then I noticed a hidden door inside. I snuck in and managed to get the drop on his as he was packing up his stolen goods. It would all be there, I can show you if you want."

The captain smiled, "that won't be necessary, we'll take it from here," he turned to his men, "you heard the lad boys! Get in there and find this smuggler!"

Harry was then lead to Kingsley who was standing besides a recovering Tonks who had her injured arm held up in a sling. She looked horrible, but that was better than death.

"Tonks!" Harry jumped forward as he wrapped his hands around the auror's body holding her tight.

"Harry! What were you thinking?!" Tonks shouted as Harry jerked back. [Stupid boy could have ied! How would I ever face my mom and dad then?!]

"Relax Tonks I'm fine aren't I?" Harry smiled, she wasn't angry at him, he knew that. She was just afraid.

"It doesn't matter if you're fine Harry! You chased down a grown wizard Harry! One that had years of experience doing magic and you just ran after him with no thought!"

"I just-"

"-And what's worse he was a smuggler! The kind that won't hesitate to kill if it would mean not getting caught!"

"I didn't want-"

"Shut up," Tonks leapt forward wrapping Harry in a hug throwing the boy for a loop.

Harry binked, "T-Tonks?" She smelt so good Harry was lost in the smell of vanilla and honey. Harry didn't realise it, but this was a rare thing, he wasn't a big fan of hugs, never was. Hermione gave them a lot, Ron stuck o pats on the back, but this was the first time someone other than those two hugged him.

"I'm just glad you're safe," Tonks whispered as she stepped back. She looked down at him with a sad smile, "but don't you ever, ever, do something that irresponsible again. Understand?" [Because I swear to God if you do I might just die from a heart attack.]

Harry blinked, "ah, yeah. Sure. Promise."

Kingsley huffed, "you know that's a little hypocritical coming from you. If I seem to recall correctly your were begging me take you out a patrol. In fact that's why we are in this mess in the first place!"

Tonks blushed as her hair changed to neon red, "well...that's different! I'm a trained auror!"

"And there have been many rumors behind young Mr. Potter," the short captain from before approached them. He turned to Harry and extended his hand, "Captain Firebrand Mr. Potter."

"Hello sir," Harry squeaked as he shook the man's hand.

"Tell me Mr. Potter is it true what they say you did at the end of your second year?"

"W-well that depends sir, what did they say I did?"

"They say you ran into the Chamber of Secrets in order to save your friend's sister. They say you fought something down there. They say you killed it."

Harry looked at the man and immediately reached into his mind, [I wonder if this kids as amazing as Dumbledore claims.]

Harry cleared his throat, "well sir you'll have to ask professor Dumbledore about that. He's told me to keep my mouth shut on this matter."

[Hm, he might be telling the truth. The old fossil wouldn't want to boy to draw attention to himself….alright.] "Tell Mr. Potter, if I seem to recall correctly you live with your relatives yes?"

Harry gulped, he needed to come up with a lie, now. "Actually sir I did, but not anymore." The captain raised an eyebrow. "This summer I wanted to spend living inside the wizarding world. So they agreed and I've been staying in the Leaky Cauldron ever since."

"Really? They just let you go, just like that?" Captain Firebrand formed. [What type of irresponsible idiots would do such a thing?]

"They ah, well they don't really like me sir," Harry blushed as he rubbed his neck, 'please don't ask me anything else. Please don't ask me anything else. Please don't ask me anything else.'

"I see…..very well," the captain then moved onto Tonks and Kingsley getting a full statement from the two of them about what had happened and what they did. [If they kid was abused...it may be better to leave him as he is. I'll talk to Tom later, find out the rest of the story from him.]

Harry sighed, he was so sure he was going to get sent back to the Dursley's. Maybe things were looking up for him. Harry was sure that if Firebrand goes to talk to Tom the bartender would say the say thing Harry just said, so for now Harry wasn't going to go anywhere.

The boy who lived slowly dropped his hands to his pocket. He could feel the blue stone egg weight pulling down his pant pocket. It felt good, Harry was excited, he couldn't wait to go back to his room in the Cauldron and look at this thing properly.

"Harry," Harry turned to see Kingsley approach him, "we need you for the photograph."

Harry blinked, "I'm sorry what?"

"A photograph, for the paper," Kingsley pointed to a large crowd of people a few feet away from them and there standing with a camera in hand was a man in a brown coat and a fedora.

"A photograph?" Harry piped, "w-why?"

"You are a 12 year old kid that helped us capture three smugglers while taking one on single handedly. Why do you think."

"B-but-"

"-Relax kid," Tonks got up patting Harry's back, "I'll be with you all the way. Besides, it'll be fun! Think of this like your summertime fun!"

"Fighting smugglers is fun?"

"Don't try to deny it."

"You are awfully cheery for a girl who just had her shoulder slashed open."

"It's a scratch," Tonks rolled her shoulder, "see, perfectly fine-ACK!" She winced in pain.

"Sure, everything's fine," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Cheeky bugger," Tonk and Kingsley walked with Harry and faced the camera man.

"Can I have you three stand a little closer?" the man from the Daily Prophet asked as he readied the camera, "also miss, could you please stop switching between hair colours? It's distracting."

"But I want to look good for the paper!" Tonks sighed before she settled for her normal short pink hair do.

"Alright, say cheese!"

Sorry I haven't updated in some time. Honestly speaking I just lost interest in writing this story, I don't really know what I could possibly bring to this over saturated fandom. I'm sure by now there is at least 12 different stories with the same premise.

And I don't like writing something that has already been done.

Sigh, ether way the next update will be when I finally get inspiration and do something about it. Until then goodbye.