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Once again a wonderful gift from jess0007. This is situated after the Saga3, but before the Saga4. And jess0007 guessed exactly what happened after the Zabini's were rescued. Enjoy!

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The Disappearance . Chapter 1 .

Harry Potter, leader of the Red Dragons Order, stood in his office pacing. A sense of foreboding had been weighing on his mind for weeks and he felt that soon its reason would be revealed and something terrible would happen. Something that involved him.

This irritated Harry to no end as he greatly enjoyed being the person in the background who was pulling the strings. A part of his Slytherin side Salazar had told him. It had also earned him the names Hunter and Raptor among his enemies.

Sighing, Harry sat down in front of his desk and decided all he could do was to be prepared. 'The Boy Scout motto,' he thought smiling at the memory of Dudley's few weeks as a scout. The fat boy had quickly abandoned the club upon hearing they had to go camping and no electronics were allowed. The smile faded as he remembered what had happened to Dudley; corrupted by Voldemort and now locked away in a muggle madhouse for the rest of his life.

Well, Harry had offered his cousin a way out of Voldemort's grip but he had refused, obsessed with his revenge. Harry turned his thoughts toward things he could change. If something happened to him the others would have to keep the Order running but he could at least give them some help. Draco was his second in command so he could step forward and take over Harry's responsibilities. It would be difficult, that Harry was sure of. Some of the agents still did not fully trust Draco simply because of his last name: Malfoy. But Draco could handle it and the rest of the inner circle would support him.

Harry idly wondered if they realized just how much work he put in as the head of the Order. Probably not, but then he never complained about the load, just put in some extra hours after everyone had gone home or to his or her quarters. Okay, Harry admitted, maybe it was closer to the entire night than a few hours but he had trouble sleeping anyway and he took great pleasure in all of his secret side projects: researching forgotten charms and curses, attempting to locate lost objects of power, and creating things that he found locked deep in the recesses of his mind.

Shaking his head Harry got to work writing instructions for Draco and letters for Draco to give to Harry's own private agents; ones that only he knew. The letters had the agent's code name on the front: ominous titles such as Striker and Slayer. Salazar would shiver if he saw the latter but Harry had instructed Blaise not to harm vampires with the symbol of the Red Dragons Order and she had passed the word on to the Slayer Organization she worked for. A dreamy look formed upon Harry's countenance as he thought of Blaise. They had been dating for just under a year and he still hadn't told anyone.

Harry thought back on his times with the Zabini family fondly. They had become as much his family as the Weasleys since he had helped them escape Voldemort and the Order of the Pheonix. For three years now he had visited them, first just to check up on them since he was their secret keeper but eventually because he enjoyed it. Every December he spent a Merry Christmas with the Zabini's in America then a Happy Christmas with the Order in England. It amused him to no end that no one knew.

After two years Harry had finally worked up the courage to ask Blaise out. He remembered that day vividly.

*Flashback*

"Harry! It's been too long since you visited." Mr. Zabini greeted him when he apparated into the Zabini household.

"I agree, Mr. Zabini. Where are Blaise and your wife?" Harry asked.

Mr. Zabini rolled his eyes. "Shopping excursion," he said, "They've been gone for over three hours so they should be back soon."

Harry laughed. "Women!" he joked. "Actually I wanted to talk to you privately about something," Harry said turning serious.

Mr. Zabini lifted an eyebrow, intrigued. He knew the young man in front of him ran an enormous resistance force and had any number of interesting things brewing. "Shoot," he said. This time it was Harry who raised an eyebrow. "Sorry," Mr. Zabini said, "these American expressions are starting to grow on me. What I meant was go ahead."

Harry swallowed nervously. "Well, I was wondering about what you would think.... ifIaskedBlaiseout," he stated quickly.

Mr. Zabini just looked Harry for a few seconds trying to decipher what he had said. Harry shifted his weight uneasily, then Mr. Zabini broke into a wide grin. "Merlin, I thought you would never ask her. Blaise is always going on and on about you and how much she wishes you would visit more. Willow tells me they have had several 'girl talks' with you as the subject."

Harry flushed slightly. "So you think she would say yes?" he asked with hope in his voice.

"I know she will." The front door opened and Harry heard Blaise's voice call out to her father that they were home. "Just go do it now," Mr. Zabini urged knowing how elated his daughter would be.

Harry took a deep breath and walked into the family room where Blaise and her mother were unpacking their purchases the amount of which was rather astounding. He cleared his throat to get their attention. Both raven-haired heads swivelled in his direction before the women launched themselves at him.

"Harry!"

"It's so good to see you!" they cried.

"It's wonderful to see you too. I see you had a lot of fun at the mall." Harry replied wryly examining the heap of bags on the couch. The women just smiled at him. "Blaise could I talk to you for a second?" Harry questioned tentatively.

"Sure," Blaise responded leading him into the living room.

Without preamble Harry began, "I'll understand if you say no, but I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me sometime?" Harry said not looking Blaise in the eye.

She was silent for a few moments and Harry was about to tell her it was alright and he hoped they could still be friends but when he looked up she just stepped closer to him and kissed him full on the lips.

*End flashback*

Shaking off the pleasant memories Harry got to work writing Blaise's orders. She had become one of his secret spies a year and a half ago, mostly doing reconnaissance work. The content of his letter could be summed up in about two sentences: Don't worry about me and just keep an eye on things. Harry put the letter and those for his other operatives in a secret drawer in his desk that would reveal itself to Draco if something happened.

Harry wrote letters to the rest of the inner circle as well basically splitting up some of his easier tasks among them and telling them to help Draco head the Order while he was gone. Draco's letter was the longest and contained details of all the duties he would have to perform if Harry disappeared. The letters were charmed to appear to their recipients if Harry was taken captive or killed.

Sighing, Harry looked at the clock on his wall. He had it made so it showed both the time and the location of everyone in the inner circle. As it was 1:45 in the morning every arrow but his own pointed to 'bed'. Deciding he couldn't sleep Harry resolved to take a short walk. Pulling on his black cloak he stepped out of the headquarters and made his way along the cobbled street.

Deep in thought, Harry almost didn't notice a cloaked man approaching from the shadows. As Harry spun to face the man, the stranger tossed a pebble at him. Most people would have instinctively caught the projectile but Harry had rather a lot of bad experiences with portkeys and figured that the stone was one so he stepped to the right and fell through a strategically placed portal. He had time to yell a single loud expletive before he was gone with a whoosh.

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