If there was one thing that he hated it was zombies. The bastards multiplied like bunnies on crack with every non-infected human they bit. The thing to make matters worse was there was absolutely no way to tell how the T-virus would mutate the infected person after the attack and subsequent infection took complete control of them. This brought his train of thought full circle as his eyes opened and his sword cut the tongue out of the Lickers mouth as it tried to grab him. The abominations roar only brought a twitch to his brow as one of his teammates was thrown from the train onto the tracks back towards the HIVE.

"YOU BETTER HAVE AN IDEA TO GET US OUT OF HERE TAROT OR I SWEAR YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" a young man roughly in his late twenties barked keeping the monster at bay with bursts from his MP5.

The man said nothing as he reached into his boot and drew out a wicked looking knife, the spine and cutting ede serrated like a saw. "When do I ever not have a plan Spade?" the first man, now identified as Tarot, said with a drawl revealing a faint British accent asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Raccoon City!"

Tarot said nothing as he leapt at the abomination stabbing the knife into a giant paw-hand thing eliciting another roar. "Oh shut up already! All you abominations follow the same song and dance!" he said with irritation leaking into his voice. In a move that would have been foolish for anyone but him he booted the Licker out of the train car and onto the tracks. He was almost amused at how quickly it caught fire and died as he yanked his knife out of the steel floor and sheathed it back in his boot holster, his sword being sheathed back across his right shoulder. "In my defense for Raccoon City, that was fucked from the word go and they only sent us in to clean up the shit storm while trying to retrieve the hard drives. Half the time we were surrounded by zombies trying to eat us Spade. I might be-"

Spade glared at his partner while switching out the magazine in his gun. He didn't quite get the young man at all. The kid, for that was precisely what he was barely half-way throughhis teen years, was one of the better Umbrella mercenaries despite his youth. If he was honest the kid probably could pass as a host at a high end restaurant between the long raven locks, acid green eyes and fairly tall but lean frame. He blinked once while Tarot spoke and then there was an overwhelminglence. Sharp jerks of his head searched the rain car but he was the sole living thing in it. "Son of a bitch" he cursed. "High Command is not going to be happy."

"Harry Potter!"

All around the massve hall kids looked around trying to find the boy in question. Despite being on the books to attend Hogwarts five years prior the wayward scion never showed. He never showed after either when his sister, Rose Delilah Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived entered Hogwarts and was sorted into Ravenclaw. The absence of the older Potter spawn had erupted controversy that put the entirety of the House of Potter under the microscope since public perception was that Harry Potter, first born of the House of Potter, was either dead and the elder Potters quetly said nothing about it or they had gotten rid of him for whatever reason and not said a word.

One of the Hufflepuff kids noticed the enchanted ceiling cloud up like a storm was brewing on the horizon. Before she could say a word a bolt of lighting, pitch black in color, struck the masonry. Scared gasps and cries of alarm echoed as dust & stone debris rose up in a cloud.

"If you idiots don't shut up I'm killing everyone in this place."

Graveyard silence filled the hall in a split second as the dust settled revealing the figure who issued the threat with such callous disregard. The figure was male and appeared to be above average height for what appeared to be a fifteen or sixteen year old. Not only was he fairly tall, his frame was lean and firm clearly showing he kept in shape doing whatever it was they did. Raven feather black hair fell between his shoulderblades contrasting pale skin as acidic green eyes glared out from a sharp aristocratically featured face. Dressed in a long black duster, combat fatigues, military style boots and a tactical vest with a built in weapons rig that had a pair of pistols positioned for quick draw over a three quarter sleeve black military shirt the young man had a rather intimadting look to match the aura being exuded.

Albus Dumbledore and the various Hogwarts teachers, not to mention its vistors, were on edge looking at the young man. They didn't think for a moment that the teen was bluffing when he said he would kill everyone if they hadn't gone silent. "Who are you?" Dumbledore asked after a moment of silent observation. The guns on the boys chest had limited use since there were no visible replacements once they expended their shots but his concern lay with the handle of what was very clearly a sword over one shoulder.

"Your worst nightmare if you don't tell me where the hell I am or why I'm here. Spade is a big enough pain in the ass as is and…" The mans words stopped dead as his eyes landed on one girl seated amongst the bronze and blue trim robe students. Hair like copper and eyes a much kinder but unquestionably same shade of green as his own. Was it who he thought it to be? He certainly hoped to all things unholy she was. He was an asshole. He was ruthless. He was violent and short tempered. He killed for a living for the devils sake. But one thing that his exposure to all those strands of the T-virus and mercenary training could never strip away was the fact he was a big brother who loved his sister. With a rather focused stride he ignored most everyone who tried to order him to stop and even put a bullet in the chest of a redheaded wizard who dared to get in his way. " When I shoot I aim to kill and never miss. Take the hint or next time I won't deliberately make it a non-lethal wound" he warned with a sneer.

From her spot at the Ravenclaw table Rose Delilah Potter watched the stranger making his way towards her House table. He seemed intent on something but what it was she didn't know for the life of her.

"It is you."

Rose turned her head and looked at her friend Luna. "What do you mean its me?" she asked slowly. It would have taken a deaf person to not hear the dreamy tone of Lunas voice when she said it, well dreamier than normal, and knowing Seer blood ran through the blondes vein she wondered if her friend had a split second vision.

"He comes for you Rose" Luna said with the same dreamy tone of voice.

"Your name."

Rose turned her head and gasped silently. She wasn't afraid of the man surprisingly enough, but seeing his eyes… She knew only one other person with eyes that bright emerald color besides her mom though his eyes now possessed serpentine golden slits. She stood slowly with trembling hands and reached a hand out and pressed it against his shirt covered chest. "Bi-big brother? Is.. Is it really you?" she asked in a small voice.

"Your name" the man repeated.

"Rose Delilah Potter but you knew that already didn't you? After all" here she brushed her hair to the side revealing a small but dark and noticable X shaped scar on her collar bone "you were the one to protect me from him.."

The entirety could of the hall could only stare in shock, some in abject horror, as Rose touched the unidentified man she thought was her missing brother. The teen had already showed a propensity toward violence and shot Percy Weasley who was being rushed to the medical wing for the gaping wound. That shock grew as in a moment Rose was enveloped in the mans embrace, her own arms going around him as the sound of crying was audible.

"I.. I've missed you so much Harry!" Rose said crying into his chest.

"Thats not my name anymore seedling" he chided softly using the childish moniker he had long ago used for his baby sister when he was only three and she but just an infant. He rocked her softly as serpentine eyes glared at the ancient man who looked ready to have a stroke. "Sit with your friend, I'll be back. Big brother promises."

Rose didn't want to let go but reluctantly did as he promised to come back. "I'm holding you to that" she said wiping at her eyes as he released her.

Albus Dumbledore felt a sense of dread and panic seeing the stitched logo on the back of the duster. While he did not keep up with all things muggle he knew what company used the octagonal design up of eight alternating red and white triangles. The Umbrella Corporation was publically known around the globe as a pharmaceutical company but the rumors about them were far more malicious. Unverified rumors said that the Umbrella Corporation was invested in the research and engineering of biological weapons before auctioning the deadly end product to the highest bidder. "Harry-"

The teens eyes narrowed to paper thin slits as his hand moved at lightning speed. In the space of a blink he was well within the personal space of the ancient wizard, the cutting edge of his sword centimeters from slashing open the mans neck ear to ear. "My name is Tarot you fossil" he said with a sneer to burn souls into non-existence. "You have three seconds to tell me where I am and why I'm here or your life is forefeit. After all, YOU are the reason my parents abandoned me with muggles and by proxy delivered into the hands of the Umbrella Corporation!"