The light of the moon gently touched the calm, still waters in the valley surrounding Hogwarts Castle. Had it not been for the ravenous thunder and lightning, as well as the lack of students, it would have been just another night for the staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, there was also one other thing. Something that made this night a night unlike any other.

Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts had called some of the other staff, who happened to be working before the new school year had officially begun, into his office for a meeting. The meeting, for anyone listening in, would've been incredibly boring and not at all noteworthy. In truth, it was rather, at least until talked turned to that of a young boy.

"…What of young Harry?"

"We've been sending those letters for a while, but we haven't gotten any replies." A middle-aged woman, Professor Minerva McGonagall sadly informed.

"Maybe leaving him with the Dursleys wasn't such a good idea. What if they're hiding the letters from him? Hiding Harry's destiny from him?"

"No… They wouldn't do that," Minerva McGonagall said. "No one would do such a selfish act as that, not when Harry might be the only one who can save us…"

"Wait, I know someone even better…" Dumbledore's voice was a low drawl, the attention of the Hogwarts staff directed to him. "He's a Muggle, but-"

"Are you serious?!" a voice cried out, none other than Severus Snape. "A Muggle? You're putting our fate in the hands of a Muggle?! He won't even be able to see Hogwarts!"

"He may be a Muggle, but his power is far beyond that of the normal skill that Muggles possess. Believe me, he'll have no trouble seeing Hogwarts and he'll be a great asset to our cause."

"How do you know he'll help us?" Minerva McGonagall asked, willing to put her faith in Dumbledore, no matter how outlandish it all may have seemed at face value.

Dumbledore smiled. "We have a long history together. I know he'll help if I ask…" Dumbledore turned to face one, Rubeus Hagrid, who was slumped over and looked to be fighting off sleep. "Hagrid!" Dumbledore called, his voice waking Hagrid from his state almost immediately.

"Ah! Y-ye want me to go get Harry?" he asked suddenly, getting up out of his seat.

"No… There's someone else I want you to go and summon for me…" Dumbledore instructed, also getting up out of his seat. He walked over to a drawer, fishing around until he found an old and dusty map. Looking at it reverently, he quickly took it from its place and gave it to Hagrid. "I want you to go to the location marked on the map. There should be someone there, the person I've been describing."

"The Muggle…" Snape muttered.

"If you tell him that Albus has requested his services, I'm sure he'll be willing to assist. But you must hurry, we have little time!"

"O'course. I'll leave first thing in the mornin'!" Hagrid agreed.

"I'm afraid that won't be soon enough. You have to leave now."

"If ye insist…" he mumbled, his voice tinged with disappointment. Nevertheless, Hagrid clenched the map in his hand and left hurriedly, bumping into an old camphor chest on the way out of Dumbledore's office.

Hagrid flew through the mountain range, the enchanted motorcycle, owned by Sirius Black and currently on loan to him, carrying him through the air, the wind blowing through his beard, wild and unkempt.

At the summit of a mountain, a mighty roar broke through the silence, the sheer volume of which caused Hagrid to tremble ever so slightly with a feeling he couldn't describe.

"This has to be the place…" Hagrid muttered under his breath. Without thinking, he changed course, heading straight in the direction the sound had come from.

The further in that Hagrid went, the rougher the terrain seemed to become. As he came upon a plateau, Hagrid was greeted by another powerful roar, the source finally identified, a figure, who happened to be standing on the plateau. The figure had their back turned to Hagrid. Whoever it was sighed a heavy sigh as Hagrid settled on the plateau with his motorcycle touching the ground.

Almost as if sensing his presence, the figure, a man, turned to face Hagrid.

"What do you want?" the man asked. "I'm practicing karate, and I don't like being interrupted."

Hagrid studied the man in front of him. He was tan, large and muscular, at least for someone who wasn't a giant. Spiky orange hair, like fire, was tied into a ponytail to keep away from his eyes while training. Gi pants adorned the bottom half of his form, the leggings frayed at the ends. Even from eye contact alone, Hagrid could tell that his eyes, and in fact his entire being, burned with a passion, an unbridled and righteous fury. His presence was almost overbearing. This man was indeed the one that Dumbledore was after.

What struck Hagrid to be the most peculiar about the man though, was some sort of mark poking out from the sports bra he was wearing. "Can I ask, why are ye wearin' a sports bra?"

"How am I supposed to stop these bad boys from bouncing?" the man smiled, reaching up and cupping his pecks. After bringing his hands away, he tensed his body, his muscles rippling for just a second as the sports bra tore off, revealing his bare chest which glistened with sweat.

Hagrid stood wide-eyed, in awe of the virtual Adonis in front of him. He had to use almost all of his willpower to stop himself from bowing down to the God-like figure and eternally admonishing him. His eyes zeroed in on the mark across the man's chest, a huge jagged scar above his stomach in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"You…" Hagrid muttered, almost without even thinking. "Who are you…?"

"Tell me your name first!" the man ordered.

"Hagrid. My name's Hagrid."

"That's a weird name, but no matter! My first name is Tim. You don't need to know my last." The man said. "But I have a question for you: why are you interrupting my training? Have you come here to challenge me?" he smirked, his eyes ablaze with the fury of a thousand suns. "I have to admit, it's been quite some time since I've had an actual challenge. I hope for your sake you don't end up like the rest."

"The rest?" Hagrid asked. Tim simply pointed to a pile of bones resting gently in a heap across from him.

"Those. They are the rest. Now come, the time for talk is over…" Tim muttered, assuming a deep fighting stance.

"W-wait! No!" Hagrid shouted suddenly. "I'm not 'ere to fight you! Albus sent me! Albus Dumbledore!" he explained.

Tim dropped his stance almost instantly, a smile working across his face. "Dumbledore… That old guy is still alive? I haven't seen him in ages…"

"So y'are the one then?" Hagrid asked.

"That depends. What's Albus want? What's in it for me?"

"Please, hear me. All of Hogwarts… no, the entire world needs your help! H… He who must not be named… he'll return soon…"

Tim reached up, his right hand against his chest, fingers unconsciously touching his scar. "…Voldemort, huh? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm-we're certain! Why do ye ask?"

"I thought I killed him already…" Tim murmured.

"Wh-what?!" Hagrid shouted incredulously. "But that isn't possible!"

Before Hagrid could say anything else, he felt two powerful arms grasp his clothing as Tim pulled the giant forcefully towards him. "Don't you tell me what is or isn't possible! I will tell you what is or isn't possible!" Tim threw Hagrid back, the latter staggering about before collapsing into the pile of bones. "Enough of this monkey business! Take me to Albus! If Voldemort really is alive, we need to deal with him now. I need to deal with him now."

Hagrid got to his feet, still a little shaken. "Okay, get into my side car."

Tim laughed. "No need. I have my own set of wheels." Tim walked behind some nearby rocks as the sound of a monstrous motor ripped through the air. The rocks broke apart as Tim, now atop a Triumph Motorbike, charged across the mountain and straight over the edge.

It took Hagrid a moment longer than it should have for him to react, and by the time he did, he thought for sure that Hogwarts' supposed savior had plunged to his death. Hagrid rushed to the edge of the plateau. Instead of the carnage he expected to see, he saw Tim crashing through the trees of the surrounding forest, his speed unrelenting.

Tim pulled to a stop at the base of the mountain. "Well!? Are you coming or what!?" he yelled.

Sweat formed on Hagrid's brow. "Why would Dumbledore trust this man?" he said to himself. "He's obviously insane!" Hagrid sighed, his eyes drawn to the stump of a tree, and then to several boulders cracked neatly in half. "But then again… He did say he was training 'ere, and by the looks of things, he's obviously very powerful…"

Hagrid smiled inwardly to himself, walking over to Sirius's motorcycle and getting on, flying above the path of destruction that Tim had left.

Tim looked back, watching Hagrid ascend to the sky. Turning around to face the horizon, Tim could sense that whatever was waiting for him, be it Voldemort or any other potential threat, would finally end his streak of boredom, and awaken his warrior's spirit. Tim revved his motorbike, speeding off into the vast unknown.