AN: I have been attacked by many plot bunnies but I have to decided to keep only two at the moment. I know my updating is slow and I apologize for it, but there is nothing I can do about that. I simply do not have the time to update quicker.

WARNING: This will contain slash later on.

Prologue

I almost lost everyone on that last raid at Potter manor, our temporary headquarters. I thought it would take them longer to break through the wards but I guess their master was just a little to desperate to get his little pet back.

Sirius, Bill, Ron, and Neville were hit with some pretty dark cutting curses, a few of the Orders members were hit with some Crucios, and some others were hit with Bone Shatter curses. But all in all, I think it went pretty well. However, it did go a bit down hill considering that it was the full moon Fenrir Greyback was able to latch onto my leg for a good ten seconds before Severus blasted him off.

We got out as quickly as we could with our injured and headed back to Number Twelve Grimmaud Place to regroup and heal some of the worse injuries.

Everyone was in a pretty good mood when we arrived at Hogwart's. Why, you ask. Well, it's quite simple. We were finally able to obtain the last of Voldemort's Horcruxes; Nagini. All the others were gone, including the piece of his soul that was inside of me and apparently it had been withholding a lot of my magic.

That didn't matter though, we had Nagini and very soon Voldemort would fall.

Dumbledore came into the infirmary shortly after we arrived. Poppy told him about my new lycanthrope status and I had been infected too long to even attempt to reverse it. I already knew that it would most likely had been too late so I felt no disappointment or regret to this admission.

We switched off the topic of my new status and onto who would kill Nagini. It didn't take very long to decide that Mrs. Weasley would, since Nagini had tried killing her husband three years prior. With Nagini's death, Voldemort was now completely mortal.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts the next day in a desperate attempt to regain Nagini. The battle wasn't as climatic as many thought it would be; the Death Eaters' formations were chaotic and unorganized and Voldemort was blinded by his search to register what was happening around him. A simple well placed cutting curse to his jugular ended the darkest wizard's reign.

The Death Eaters scattered and the war was finally over.

A couple of months passed and I was loving being an eighteen year old wizard living on my own. I had moved into my old family home in Godric's Hollow. Remus and Sirius, Neville and Luna, Hermione and the Weasley's, Severus, and Dumbledore came over almost everyday so it wasn't surprising when the doorbell rang. What was surprising were the people standing outside.

The man in front had a shaved head and was wearing a floor length fur coat; the woman behind his right shoulder had chin length, Malfoy blonde hair and wearing a skin tight, black shirt and matching pants. The last person was standing behind his left shoulder, wearing a full-body jumpsuit with some kind of boots and a gas mask of sorts. All three put me on edge.

"Can I help you?" I asked cautiously.

The man in front spoke with a faint Russian accent, "You are Harry Potter, are you not?"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Look, if you're reporters or whatever, I've already told you I'm not giving any interviews. I just want to be left alone."

A dark chuckled escaped the man, "No, no. We are not here for anything like that, Mr. Potter. We are here because you were able to hold another soul within your body without either yours or the other trying to eradicate the other, you didn't do insane, and you did not die."

A feeling of dread started to swell in the pit of my stomach, "Why are you here?"

A sadistic smile spread across the man's face and was reflected on the woman's, "Being able to host two souls speaks of otherworldly power, whether you are aware of it or not."

"Why are you here?" I asked again..

The man's smile widened, "Why, we're here for you."

Faster than I was expecting, the gas mask man shot forward, striking me across my temple. I knew nothing but darkness.