This is my third attempt at a story. Well, that I'm placing online. It's not beta'd. Just thought I would warn you. I did run a spell checker. For anyone who has read HP,NN, I am going to finish it one day. Just not today. This was in my mind, so I wrote it. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks.

Summary: Harry is attacked. Powers surface. Harry discovers a new power that no one has ever heard of. Ends up dating Tonks too.

Why me? That was the thought that kept running thru his mind. Two simple words with perhaps deadly complexity that just wouldn't leave his mind. Why me? Cause the prophecy said so. It always came back to that damn prophecy. An ancient wizard said that one would be marked. Why me? Neville could have been marked. He was born on the same month.

"Neville." The green eyed boy said aloud. "No. It was better me than good ole Nev." The boy fell back into his bed. He ran his fingers thru his already messy hair. His thoughts were showing on his face. "Neville would have had a heart attack if the prophecy was about him."

"Boy!" A man's voice yelled from down stairs. "Get down here."

He grimaced, but got to his feet. Strange how the meanest, most powerful wizard is after my blood, but my uncle can still scare me. He laughed as he walked down the stairs. No more.

"Boy, what's so funny" Uncle Vernon demanded. Vernon Dursley was a normal man. Ask anyone. He was just original. Worked for a drill company. Had a wife and son. Nothing was strange or unusual about him. That just how he liked it. Well, expect for the fact that an underage wizard lived in his house.

Harry Potter was the savior of the wizarding world. He was a normal wizard. Well, as normal as one could be when an evil wizard marked him as the one. Black hair that just wouldn't stay combed. Green eyes that shined like emeralds in the night. The only thing that set him aside was a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. That marked him as the one who would save the world. That alone should have been enough for anyone. Harry had to deal with that and growing up. Throw the Dursleys in, and he should have a nervous breakdown.

"Just you." Harry muttered.

"What was that BOY?" Vernon Dursley's face turned red. You could almost see steam rolling out of his ears. "I'll have no lip from you. We took you in. We feed you. Dressed you in Dudley hand me downs. You will show some respect."

Something had changed in Harry. Something snapped. "Respect? Do you even know what that word means?"

Vernon grabbed his arm. He raised his hand back to slap Harry. His eyes bugled with anger. The hair started to stand up. The anger in his face slowly slid away. Harry slowly raised his head. Their eyes meet. Vernon could almost see the power behind those two emerald eyes. An electrical shock hit Vernon. He couldn't move. Petunia and Dudley were watching with amusement. Now they didn't know what was happening.

"You really shouldn't hit children." A deep voice said. None of the Dursley's could believe that it came from Harry. They could feel the power building in the house. Flowing toward Harry.

The front door came crashing down. Men in robes came rushing in. They were carrying wooden sticks. Normally it would look funny, but these were wizards. Everyone knew that they were dangerous. Black masks covered their faces. Death Eaters.

"You should run." Harry said. He was tired of being scared of them. He wasn't running. Harry casually backhanded Vernon. The mass of wasted flesh flew across the room. Harry turned with slap. He went to one knee as curses and hexes flashed past. He had drawn his wand from its holder. With a flick, the couch slid out of the living room into the mass of intruders.

"So glad to see you are right on t." cough. "time." His voice cracked. "Engorgio." The couch grew. There was no way anyone was coming thru the door now.

"Reducio." Well, that didn't work. The couch started to shrink again.

Sounds of battle could be heard from outside. "Time for me to leave. Bub bye." Harry started to throw hexes and curses so fast that the Death Eaters were taken by surprise. Harry charged past them and ran up the stairs.

Harry looked out of his window to see wizards fighting wizards. The death eaters had the numbers, but more friendly forces were showing up. Time. That is what they needed. Just a little bit more time. Harry hadn't unpacked his stuff. He was prepared to run. Depression had worked to his advantage. He tapped his trunk with his wand and it shrunk down to an easier carrying size.

"Harry." Someone was singing as he walked up the stairs. "I'm here for you Harry."

Who is that? Doesn't sound familiar. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and firebolt. His door was blasted from the frame. A silver handed wizard stepped thru.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Wormtail sang.

"Right here, rat face." Harry whispered as he blasted Wormtail. Wormtail slammed into wall. More flashes of light flew into the room. The wall opposite of the door was destroyed from their destructive force. Harry from his position of the floor was safe. With another flick of his wand, the wardrobe moved in front of the doorway. He rolled onto his broom. Like a rocket, he flew out into the open.

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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore surveyed the ruins of number four Privet Drive. He was the most powerful wizard on the side of light. A long white beard covered most of his royal purple robes. He looked upset. Power flowed from him. His eyes were closed. He was studying all of the damage. Wards and charms that he had layered on this house allowed him to see what others could not.

"He escaped."

"How can you be sure?" An auror asked. "He wasn't seen leaving or anytime during the battle."

Albus just smiled.

"I demand to know what this man is doing here." Minister Fudge yelled. He was walking up the sidewalk. His face was red from anger. The aurors were backing away from him. It just looked like a bad idea to get in his way.

"Cornelius, so good of you to join us." Albus looked down at the Minister of Magic.

"This is an official crime scene. You do not belong here." Fudge almost yelled at Professor Dumbledore.

"If you remember correctly, I am head of the Wizengot."

Amelia Bones stepped up from behind of the Minister. "He does have the right to be here. It even makes sense that he is here." She started poking Minister Fudge in the chest. "You on the other hand, do not belong here."

"What! I'll have you job for this outrage." Fudge yelled.

"You two. Please escort the Minister back to the ministry." Amelia snapped. Two aurors grabbed the Minister and vanished.

"Now, What the hell happened here?" Amelia asked. Her voice seemed to demand immediate compliance.

"I believe that I can be of assistance to you Madam Bones." Albus said. He handed her an amulet. It was a small golden disk with a tiny emerald. There were small runes engraved into the gold. "You can see that a drop of blood has been added to the emerald. I believe that if you test this, you will see that it is Harry Potter's blood. They simply walked thru the protection wards and attacked."

"Where did they get his blood?" Amelia asked.

"The death eaters did take some of his blood a year ago. Some of it must have been stored away for future use."

"Sir, you said that Mr. Potter escaped." One of the aurors asked.

"Yes."

"So where is he?" Amelia asked.

"I don't know." Albus sadly said.

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Harry had decided to land in the woods. His mind had been killing him. Memories were pouring thru his mind. Knowledge of things that he knew that he had never studied. Dark thoughts.

"So you thought you could run from us?" Harry looked up at the sound of a man's voice. He was on his knees, crying from the pain. Three men stood there.

"Look at the little baby cry." A huge mountain of a man laughed. It looked like someone carved him from granite. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. Muscles stacked on muscle. German by his accent. Just sly of seven feet, he looked like someone idea of a perfect killing machine.

"Nothing personal lad. Just business you know." A wiry little redhead said. Irish. Had to be Irish.

"Quiet. Never underestimate an opponent." A Chinese man whispered.

"So Tom sent you to kill me." Harry said as he stood. He picked up a stick that was laying of the ground.

"Times are hard. We need the money. Paddy O'Neal at your service, lad." The Irishman said. He pulled his wand from his robes.

"Let us be done with this weakly." The German growled.

"That would be Hans. The chink is Do Chin. I thought you might want to know who is about to kill you." Paddy grinned. He was charming in a perverted way.

"Don't you mean murder?" Harry said. He ran his wand over the stick. The wood turned silvery for a moment. It changed into a dueling dagger.

"No words." Chin whispered.

"Enough." Hans charged at Harry. His huge hands grabbed at Harry. Harry spun to the left. His dagger flashed across the mighty German's hands. Eight fingers hit the ground. The German screamed in pain. Harry jabbed his wand into the German's ribs. Blood started to pore out of the man's skin. Hans dropped to his knees, and then fell face first onto the ground. Blood pooling around the body.

"Impressive." Paddy said. "Chin. It's your turn." He bowed and motioned the Chinaman forward. Chin pulled a sword from his side.

"A swordsman. Come to your death." Harry said. Chin charged forward. He stepped on the side of a tree and leaped. Metal met metal. Sparks flew. Harry groaned as Chin kicked him in the stomach. He rolled away from the danger.

"You western wizards do not understand combat. Only the wands. Your wand won't save you this time." Chin said.

Harry put his wand back in its holder. "Blades at sun set. How romantic." Harry laughed.

Chin spun around. The movement confused Harry for a second. Chin's foot lashed out. Once again, hitting Harry in the stomach. Harry rolled backward. It saved his life. Chin's sword flashed thru the space above his head. As Harry came to his feet, he threw the dagger at Chin. With a single rotation, the blade was about to enter Chin's brain. He catches the dagger only millimeters from his eye.

"Very nice, but you don't have a weapon now." Paddy laughed.

"But I am a weapon." Harry grinned. His eyes started to glow with internal power. Paddy cast. The killing curse flew thru the air. Harry saw it coming. Paddy was shocked when Chin kicked Harry again. Harry saw this too. He caught the foot and pulled. Chin barely managed to duck the curse. Chin threw the dagger at Paddy.

"Now, Mr. Potter. It is only the two of us." Harry looked at the dead body of Paddy O'Neal.

"Why did you kill him?" Harry asked.

"You are a honorable opponent. You deserve an honorable death. And I was tired of him calling me a Chinese. I am Korean." Chin said.

"Let's not forget that with the other two dead. You collect all of the blood money."

"Of course. It is good that you understand things. Now, how do you wish to die?"

"Old age?" Harry grinned.

"Very funny, Mr. Potter." Chin's sword sliced downward at Harry. Harry moved just far enough to right that the blade missed. His hand shot out at Chin. A blast of energy hit Chin in the face.

"I will not die easily." Harry yelled. The glow from his eyes turned into a beam of energy. Chin rolled out of the way. Two holes burned thru a tree behind where Chin was standing. Chin stopped for a second and looked at the holes.

"Nice trick, but it wouldn't save you. Avada Kedavra." Chin had finally bought his wand into play. A green bolt of deadly force hit Harry in the chest. A flash of light surrounded both of them. Chin's body was blasted into bits. Harry flew back. Darkness overtook Harry.

~/~/~

Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt were sent to investigate a reported magical disturbance.

"Why are we going? We should be out looking for Harry." Tonks asked for the fiftieth time.

"Cause it is our job. We are going to do what we are ordered to do." Kingsley replied.

"Bones just wants us out of the way, cause we are in the order and she knows it." Tonks muttered. "Where is it again?"

"About a hundred yards or so, so get ready." Kingsley drew his wand. Tonks changed her skin color to match the surroundings better. "Don't fall down."

"Why do you always tell me that?" Tonks muttered. She took about three more steps and fell.

"Cause you always fall down." Kingsley chuckled.

"Miserable." Tonks muttered a couple more choice words that Kingsley couldn't quite make out.

They slowly made their way thru the woods. Tonks always surprised Kingsley. He would tell her not to fall, and she would. Ever time. As soon as they were close to whatever scene, she would be a nimble as a church mouse. Kingsley shrugged.

The two aurors stepped into the clearing to see the two bodies lying on the ground. Flies had already decided that one of the bodies was the perfect place to feed. A huge troll of a man was covered from head to toe in the crawling mass of insects. The other man was just lying there with a stick in his left eye. It looked like someone had splashed blood all over one tree.

"Well, now we know that something definitely happened here." Tonks said.

"Yeah, but where is the person or creature responsible." Kingsley was trying to look in every direction at once.

"Don't be so paranoid. Whomever did this is long gone." Tonks said. She started to mutter detection spells. The stick started to glow in a yellow light. "Someone transfigured that stick. My guess is a dagger or dike of some kind."

"I know the spell used on the other one." Kingsley whispered.

"What was it?"

Kingsley had pulled a cell phone from his robes. "Time to call Croaker and Bode."

"Why? What are you keeping from me?" Tonks asked. She had placed her hands on her hips and was glaring at her partner.

"Dark magic. Saw it used a couple of times during the last war. Only you- know-who ever used it." Kingsley replied. "Croaker. 10-100. Snake in the closet. Repeat. 10-100. Snake in the closet."

"What!" Tonks started to cast around. Searching for any movement. She knew that code. It was not a good one to hear called.

Unspeakables started apparating in. They had come in force. Tonks couldn't remember any time when so many of them were in one place at one time. Some of them looked like they had apparated a long distance to get there too.

Bode walked up to the two bodies. He started to mutter a chant over the body. Some of the flies started to die. Tonks had heard that spell used before. It was used to take down wards. Croaker and two other witches surrounded the body. They too started chanting with Bode. More flies died. Tonks could then see that the body was producing the insects. As the flies started to clear out, she could make out beetles crawling out the body. They must have been inside. The beetles were eating the body faster now. The four unspeakables turned and ran away.

"Run." They were yelling. The unspeakables all scattered. It didn't take Tonks and Kingsley long to follow suit. The beetles were starting to crawl away from the body. They were eating everything.

"Fire. We can kill them with fire." Croaker yelled. People stopped and turned back at the horde of insects that was eating everything between them and the body. Fire spells lashed out at them. Slowly, the wall of fire destroyed all of the beetles.

"What was that?" Tonks asked. She looked over at Kingsley.

"You don't want to know."

What little there was left of the body wasn't going to tell them much. The beetles had eaten most of the second body too.

"Great. Now we have no bodies." Tonks said as she pointed the bones with her boot.

"Sir, you need to look at this." One of the unspeakables said.

"What is it?" Bode asked. The girl pointed down at a sword. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes sir. It's the blade of the yellow tong."

"Who is the yellow tong?" Tonks asked.

"Be quiet." Kingsley said. "This guy was a red-head. The big guy probably was oriental. So we had a third body here." He looked at the ground around the sword. "Look at that." He pointed at a bone fragment.

"Someone blasted that guy into little pieces. That would explain the blood. It wasn't just blood, but a body in little pieces." Tonks said.

"This scene is now under unspeakable command. Not a word of this to anyone outside of the department." Croaker said.

"This was our case." Tonks said.

"Nymphadora, shut it." Kingsley said.

"Don't call me that." Tonks snapped.

Kingsley was looking down at the sword. "We don't want this case. They can have it." He grabbed her arm. "Let's get out of here." He started pulling her away from the scene.

"You are going to explain why later." Tonks said, as she was drug away. "What's that?" She pointed to a handprint on a tree.

"Nothing. It's not our case anymore." Kingsley said. He just wanted as out of here.

"King, that is a hand print." Tonks stubbornly said. She pulled away from him to get a better look. "Who ever did that is hurt?"

Croaker walked over. "Your right. Lan, get over here." A tall noble looking man walked over. "You have the lead. Follow it."

Lan leaned closer to the blood. He was scenting it.

"King, where do I know him from?" Tonks asked Kingsley.

"That's Lan. If it can be tracked, Lan can track it. Good man, but really quiet." Kingsley replied.

"So can we join your tracking party?" Tonks asked. She was looking at Lan with a strange look in her eye.

"I thought you didn't want to be here Shackle bolt." Bode asked.

"I don't, but I can't leave her by herself. Besides, this should be an unspeakable party. She is one of yours." Kingsley grinned.

"What do you mean by that?" Tonks asked.

Croaker and Bode both started laughing. "So you knew about her. How come that doesn't surprise me?" Bode was still laughing.

"Like you aren't an unspeakable undercover too. I found out about you after the second month I worked for you." Tonks said.

"Actually, you both found out about each other the same day. But you were so good together, we left it." Croaker laughed. "Now come on, before we lose Lan." The four started after Lan. He was moving faster now. He had the scent of blood. If any of them could have seen his face, they wouldn't have been laughing. Maybe scream in terror. Lan looked positively evil. No man should be able to grin like that when he smells human blood.

/~/~/

Harry was hurting. He didn't know how he had gotten this far. He didn't even know where he was located. He just knew that he had to move. More assassins could be anywhere. His right hand was covering his heart. A two- inch rip was right over his heart. By the amount of blood coming from it, he thought the wound went all the way to his heart. The world was a blur as he ran. Trying to get as much distance as possible before he collapsed.

Finally, he came to a road. He tried to stop running at the road, but he just couldn't. He slid across it. He didn't realize that he was moving that fast. It just wasn't possible. Slowly he climbed back to his feet. He looked both ways. He looked at the sun. It was starting to go down. He really didn't want to be out in the dark. Scotland is in the north, so he headed that way. Once again, the world became a blur. The darkness came as the sun went down. His memory went with the light.

Harry was a machine. Just moving, never was stopping. Not thinking. Everything demanded his body to move. So he did. He ran past cars. Thru towns and villages. Faster and faster he moved. No one can see him. No one must find him. He had to get to safety. He was safest at Hogwarts. So he ran.

/~/~/

Lan and the others tracked the blood for five miles. Then it stopped. The trail went cold. The footprints vanished. All signs of anyone passing vanished. Lan used that. He went where there were no prints. It was strange. The woods always have prints and tracks. Magic had been used to erase all evidence of someone passing. But they ended up, leaving an easier trail to follow. Lan followed the trail like the professional he was. Finally as the sun rose, he dead-ended at a roadway.

"I'm done." Lan said. He turned back to the party. They were tired. None of them were used to hiking for hours on end like Lan.

"What do you mean?" Bode asked.

"You have never failed before." Croaker stated.

"Who or what I was following is gone. The magic cleaned the road of tracks in both directions." Lan shrugged. "I'm done."

"Great, so we walked all this way for nothing." Tonks muttered.

"Look on the bright side." Kingsley said. Everyone looked at him like he had a second head. "We got our exercise." Croaker and Bode started laughing. Tonks just stared at him for a moment.

"You three needed it." Tonks said as she apparated out.

/~/~/