"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS!" yelled Mr. Weasley as he glared into the house of four Privet drive. He and Ron, his son, had just arrived to pick up Harry for the rest of the summer only to discover that he had left the Dursley's a week after he got there.

"Keep your voice down." Uncle Vernon snapped. He yanked Ron and Mr. Weasley into the house and slammed the door shut behind them. "I don't want the neighbors to see you ." He said indicating Mr. Weasley's tattered robes. "I will tell you one last time. .. boy. is" he seethed slowly.

Mr. Weasley glared at him murderously; Vernon ignored the look and continued. "We brought back with us from the train station. A week later, he just disappeared. His trunk and belongings were gone as well as that ruddy owl. My wife went to get him to cook breakfast for us but he was gone. Ungrateful git, he didn't even do all the chores."

Ron had steam coming out of his ears. "You stupid piece of muggle trash." He spat. "You talk of Harry like he was your slave not nephew. Harry is the most decent person I have ever known it's no wonder he ran away from you; you stupid bas."

"RON!" cried Mr. Weasley clamping a hand over Ron's mouth; he didn't like it when any of his sons used profanity. "Let me handle this." He turned back to Vernon, "Do you have any idea at all where Harry might have gone?" When Vernon snorted, Mr. Weasley took it as a no. Sighing, he opened the door and dragged Ron back to his car. (He got a bonus from the ministry of magic and used it to buy himself a new car. Since Ron and Harry wrecked his Ford Angelica in their second year.) Climbing into the front seat Mr. Weasley started the engine; and when Ron was in the passenger's seat, they took off.

Glancing at Ron out of the corner of his eye, he saw the troubled look on his son's face. And he had good reason to worry, his best friend was missing and not to mention Harry would be vulnerable to you-know-who all on his own. They drove in silence before Mr. Weasley finally spoke up.

"Ron, do you know of any place that Harry might have gone?" he asked making a left hand turn onto the freeway leading to Ottery St Catchpole.

Ron thought a moment before he brightened up, "Yes," he replied. "He might have gone to." Ron's face dropped and he shook his head. "Never mind, I just remembered Sirius isn't living in the cave on the cliff anymore. He left when Dumbledore asked him to do something for him at the end of last year." He sighed, "I don't know where else he would go except Hogwarts maybe."

Truth be told, Mr. Weasley had been thinking along the same lines as Ron. He had thought that Harry would go straight to Sirius, and then remembered that Sirius left after the Triwziard Tournament, to comply with Professor Dumbledore's wishes.

Mr. Weasley hadn't liked the fact that Dumbledore had sent Sirius away when Harry needed him the most. Harry had witnessed many horrible things in that graveyard the night of the third task. Harry had witnessed Cedric's murder as well as the rise of he-who-must-not-be-named, and needed someone to talk to at any time or another. But Dumbledore had sent Sirius off somewhere and Harry back to the Dursley's where he would have no one to talk to, no one who cared for him and would comfort him when the nightmares had started up again.

Harry had written to Ron three days into the summer saying that he was having the nightmares again. He had begged Ron to talk to Dumbledore about letting him stay at the Burrow (the Weasleys home) for the summer. He couldn't stand the Dursley's a day longer. They were treating him worse then ever because of the incident last summer when Dudley ate one of Fred and George's candies that made his tongue grow to three times its normal size. They made him do all the chores in and outside of the house, fed him very little and expected him to get a full time summer job to pay rent.

That was the only letter Ron had received from Harry, and when Ron had tried to send him letters, they came back as if Pig couldn't find him. It worried Ron that Harry wasn't taking his letters so (with Dumbledore's permission) they had driven to number four Privet drive to pick him up, only to find out that Harry had left the Dursley's a week ago and never returned.

Mr. Weasley and Ron were at loose ends when they pulled into the Burrow's driveway many hours later. Neither had spoken since Mr. Weasley's question; both lost in their own thoughts.

They climbed out of the car and trudged up the walkway and into their house. Upon entering, Ron immediately smelled the sausage and hash browns his mom was cooking for breakfast. Remembering it was Harry's favorite she had decided it was the perfect 'welcome back' breakfast for Harry's arrival at the Burrow.

Ron walked past the kitchen and into the living room where he sat on the couch. A minute later, he heard his mom's sobs from the kitchen.

"Oh Arthur, where could he be?" she asked between sobs. "Where in the world could he have gone?"

"I don't know." Replied shaking his head. "Molly, you wake the rest of the kids and I'll contact Dumbledore and hopefully he'll know where Harry is. But Molly, dear try not to worry. Harry is a strong boy he'll be fine." Mr. Weasley watched his wife climb the stairs to wake everyone else, and he wished he could believe his own words.

Harry Potter laughed as he watched the scene before him. Jessica and Greg were arguing again. He had met the pair only a week ago and already they felt like family. He could still remember that day perfectly, it had been six in the morning and Harry had just finished his composition on the legend: The Mystic Knights, for professor Binns.

Harry could remember every word on the Mystic Knights that he had written down. His composition basically just said that the Mystic Knights were legend, they would help those in grave danger and watch over the world to make sure it remains safe and happy. Legend has it that the last known Mystic Knight died before the terrible reign of Voldemort and there hasn't been any since. Although many people believed that The Mystic Knights were nothing but a made up story to give the world some sort of false sense of security.

Harry, however, knew differently now. For the very same day, he had been paid a visit by Greg Talon, the last known Mystic Knight in the world. He had retired before Voldemort and was too old to do anything to help, no matter how hard he had tried his efforts were not enough to stop Voldemort, especially without his partner to help. Greg had told Harry that day that he and another fifteen year old had the skills needed to become a Mystic Knight. Harry couldn't have been happier to go with Greg and start training right away. He had, however, felt bad that he couldn't inform Dumbledore or his friends of his whereabouts and was not allowed to send any letter in fear they may be traced.

So Harry had been in this cave with the same two people for a week now and already he was beginning to master the skills of the Mystic Knight that he was born with. Along with Jessica Lock, another Mystic Knight trainee, he had developed his skills very easily over the past week. Greg had assured him that at the pace he and Jessica were learning he should be able to rejoin his fellow fifth years at Hogwarts on September the first.

Harry's thoughts wandered back to the argument Greg and Jessica were having. Harry smiled and sat back to watch.

"This is training not a bloody war." Jessica snapped holding a towel up to her bloody arm. She and Greg had been sparing with their swords and Greg had slashed her arm when she lost concentration for a moment.

Harry knew that Mystic Knights prefer to do battle with swords and physical strength. Although they have been known to fight with wands on some occasions, Mystic Knights find that fighting with wand magic isn't an honorable battle. So it came as no surprise to him when Greg had started out and ended their training sessions everyday with swordplay.

"I am just trying to teach you what happens when you aren't focused on the battle, and your mind wanders. On most occasions you are injured or worst." Greg explained running a hand through his grey hair. Greg was tall and quite old, with tired brown eyes, grey hair and tattered wizard robes. He was usually a kind man unless you didn't take what he was saying seriously then he could get really scary.

Jessica on the other hand was around the same size as Harry. She had spiked black hair but the tips of her spikes were pink. Her metallic blue eyes shone with defiance as she cradled her injured arm, yet she said nothing. Even Jessica knew better then to argue with Greg when he was trying to prove a point.

"Fine whatever." She mumbled, shooting Harry a glare that stopped his soft chuckles. "Your turn Golden boy." She growled.

When Harry vacated the chair he had been sitting on Jessica immediately took his place. "Good luck." She muttered sarcastically.

Harry laughed and pulled his sword from its scabbard. His sword, like all other Mystic Knights swords, had small, silver jewels of Faith, Strength, Charity, and Justice on their hilts. However on every sword was the name of their owner engraved into the metal. Harry looked at his sword his eyes lingering on the name 'Harry Potter' before looking at Greg with a smile.

"I'm ready when you are." Harry said taking a fighting stance. Greg nodded once and the battle began.

Greg started the attack, and swung his sword towards Harry's neck. Harry managed to duck just before it took off his head, instantly he retaliated and the two sparred for a few minutes before Harry knocked Greg's sword to the ground out of reach.

But Greg was too quick for Harry, when Harry thrust his sword towards Greg's stomach; Greg quickly sidestepped it and grabbed Harry from behind pinning his arms to his sides. Harry was caught; Greg hadn't taught them the counter moves for that. Harry dropped his sword he was beaten.

Dumbledore sighed as he paced the Weasley's kitchen; he was just as worried about Harry as were the Weasley's. And like Mr. Weasley and his family, he had no idea where Harry was or where he might go. Dumbledore thought that the only place, other then Sirius's, would be Hogwarts. However, he was not there and after checking Sirius's cave, they had no idea where to look next. He glanced toward the kitchen table where Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Percy and Mr. Weasley were seated all deep in thought. No one had spoken a word since Mr. Weasley had explained to everyone what was going on.

"A search party!" Fred yelled suddenly. The others in the room looked at him like he had gone mad. "We split up and look for Harry, we show people pictures of Harry and ask if they have seen him." He clarified.

"Wouldn't that draw too much attention? You-know-who has followers everywhere and if they find out that Harry is missing." Ginny trailed off not needing to finish, everyone knew what would happen. Voldemort would know Harry was vulnerable and alone and find him first, and kill him.

"Ginny is right." Mr. Weasley said with a curt nod. "We can't risk you-know- who finding out that Harry is missing. But maybe if we were to be discreet, we could look for him without enlisting wizards or muggles." he turned to Dumbledore who seemed to be considering this.

Dumbledore nodded, "Percy, Mr. Weasley and I will apparate from place to place in search of Harry. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Fred, George and Ron shall wait here in case Harry shows up. We leave immediately."

"But..." Ron started but was cut off by his father.

"No buts Ron. We'll be in touch." With that, the two Weasley's and Dumbledore were gone.

Ron sighed and slumped back in his chair, "This isn't fair; he's my best friend I should be helping with the search. He would do the same for me."

"I know, dear, but the search will go much faster when apparating. And you're too young to know how to yet." Mrs. Weasley said kindly as she stood up and started to do the dishes that were in the sink, she always cleaned when she was upset.

Ron sighed again, "Yeah, I know. I just wish I could do something." Then he smacked his forehead hard causing his mom and sister to look at him. "Hermione doesn't know, I better go write her. Maybe Harry found out where she lived and went there." That being said he jumped up from his seat and raced up the stairs to his room to write the letter.

"Ok, you mastered the sword and fighting techniques. Now we move on to animagus training." Greg said. He paced before Harry and Jessica. "Most people believe that what you become is up to you, but in reality the animal chooses you. Like for me, when I first started training I wanted to be a bull. But when I had finally managed to transform I became an owl instead. So you have no choice in the animal you become. Usually the animal implants itself into your head and makes you think that is what you want to become."

"But sir, it takes nearly three years to become an animagus." Harry said confused. "At least that how long it took my father and godfather."

"True, but they did it themselves without any supervised help. And with supervision and guidance it takes the normal Wizard around six months."

"But we're not normal." Jessica said slowly, catching on to what Greg was saying.

"Exactly," cried Greg, "You are Mystic Knights, and you have abilities that go far beyond normal wizards, like wandless magic. Therefore it should take you around a day or two to master it, with hard work of course."

"Cool," Jessica muttered a mischievous gleam dancing in her eyes. "Well let's get started then."

Greg clapped his hands together and smiled, "All right, first thing you have to do is."

"It's been almost a month and we still haven't found a single clue as to where Harry might be." Said an exasperated Sirius as he paced the Weasley's living room floor. Sirius had returned almost two weeks ago, from his favor to Dumbledore, only to find out that Harry was missing. He had helped Percy, Mr. Weasley and Dumbledore search for Harry and no one had found a single clue to his whereabouts.

"Wherever he is, it is clear that he doesn't want to be found." Dumbledore sighed, "It is also painfully clear that he won't be until he wants to be." He sat down on the couch next to Hermione and Ron.

Sirius continued to pace the floor while the Weasley's, Dumbledore and Hermione watched him. Sirius was easily agitated so they decided it was best to say nothing. His pacing was abruptly stopped when a tapping at the Weasley's window drew everyone's attention. There fluttering outside was Hedwig with a letter in her beak.

Instantly Ron leapt up and opened the window, Hedwig flew around the room once before dropping the letter into Ron's hands and flying out the window again. Quickly Ron tore off the letters envelope and read the letter. "It's from Harry!" he yelled and began to read the letter out loud.

Dear Ron, (as well as the rest of the Weasley's, Dumbledore, Hermione and Sirius)

"How did he know we were here?" Hermione interrupted. But she left the question hanging when Ron glared at her to be quiet.

You have all probably been wondering where I have been for the last month. And I regret that I am not allowed to divulge that particular bit of information. I can, however, tell you that I am alright and intend to be at Hogwarts this coming year. I hope to see you all there and hopefully you will not be angry at me. Cheers!

Your friend, Harry

The group sat in silence for a few minutes before Dumbledore finally spoke up in a careful yet confused tone.

"At least we know that Harry is alive and well." He said scratching his bearded chin. "Although he used sentences I never would have expected to come from him. Such as, 'I am not allowed to divulge that particular bit of information;"

Mr. Weasley nodded, "How can we be sure that Harry had actually sent us that letter?"

This had obviously been on everyone else's minds as well, but no one had an answer.

"Seriously?" Jessica said as she grabbed Harry's arm in anticipation.

Greg nodded, "You two have worked very hard and mastered most of the skills you need, so I say go have fun. You can go to London and get your school supplies as well as do whatever you want. I need you to be back here in three days though, understood?"

Harry was about to answer when Jessica started dragging him to the fireplace Greg had built. So he just smiled at Greg stepped in first and yelled "Diagon Alley."

Harry landed with a thud as he stumbled from the Leaky Cauldron's fireplace and fell to the ground.

He groaned when a very excited Jessica came barreling out of the fireplace and landed on top of him. Harry heard someone laugh and looked up to see Tom, the toothless owner, grinning at the scene before him.

Jessica scrambled off of Harry and helped him to his feet. "Sorry," she said brushing some floo powder and ashes from his shoulder length, messy, black hair.

He shrugged her off and sat at the bar, "A butterbeer, Tom, and two rooms please."

"All right then Harry, coming right up." Tom said with an enthusiastic grin as he busied himself behind the counter, getting Harry's butterbeer.

Jessica sat next to Harry and whined, "You want to sit down and do nothing while we could be shopping or getting you a haircut." She pouted at Harry, knowing he couldn't resist her pleas.

Harry sighed and turned back to Tom, "Could you make that Butterbeer to go?" he asked ignoring Jessica's triumphant look.

Tom nodded and a few minutes later Harry and Jessica made their way to Gringotts to get some money. They would have to exchange some wizard money for muggle to get some new clothes and Harry a haircut so they figured that was probably the best place to start their day.

Leaving Diagon alley half an hour later the two friends passed through the Leaky Cauldron and out the front door. Muggle's could be seen from left and right all moving from store to store or just going for a walk but the duo paid them no mind.

The first thing they did was head to a barber shop. The barber's name was Stan and he had a yellow Mohawk and tired brown eyes, he looked to be around twenty.

"What can I do for you?" he asked ushering Harry into a chair and draping a towel around his neck.

"Do whatever, I don't care." Harry said with a shrug. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew was that Stan was shaking him awake.

"All done kid." He announced turning Harry's chair to face the mirror. "What do you think?"

Harry couldn't believe his eyes, he certainly never expected this. Stan had dyed his hair a, very noticeable, blue and spiked it. His hair was definetly shorter then before and he had no bangs so you could see his scar easily. Although this was something Harry never in a million years would have asked for, he liked it. "It's great!" he exclaimed checking all angle's of his now blue hair. "How much do I owe you?"

Stan smiled proudly, "Twenty pounds, which includes these." He said taking some items off the shampoo shelf behind him and placing them in a paper bag. "You'll need these to shower with to keep the dye in."

"Thanks," Harry smiled handing the barber a twenty pound note. "I can just see the look on Vernon's face if I went to see him like this." Harry laughed as he and Jessica left the barber shop and headed off to find some clothes.

"Yeah, from what you told me about him, he would probably blow a gasket." Jessica giggled. "Hey look," she exclaimed suddenly, "a tattoo parlor. Let's go." She started to drag Harry across the street to the tattoo parlor but he refused to move. "What's wrong?"

"I am not getting a tattoo." Harry said.

Jessica rolled her eyes, "Why not?"

"Because that's not my style." He answered.

"Like blue hair isn't your style?" she quirked an eyebrow cheekily.

"Well...I can live with the hair and so can my friends, but how do you think everyone will act if the-boy-that-lived got a tattoo of a skull or something?"

"Oh, so that's what this is about. You won't get a tattoo because your friends won't approve of it. Don't you ever get tired of doing what everyone expects you to do? Why not do something you want to do for a change. Who cares what your friends will think if you want a tattoo then get one for Christ's sake!"

Harry looked at his fellow Mystic Knight hesitantly, "Well...I have always kind of wanted one." He paused, "All right let's do it."

"That's the spirit, Harry." With that, the two friends jogged across the street and into the tattoo parlor.

"Alright, go ahead." Mr. Weasley told Hermione, Ron and Ginny as they stepped into Diagon Alley. "We'll be with Tom in the Leaky Cauldron if you need anything."

The trio nodded and headed off towards Flourish and Blotts to buy their books. They remained silent until Ron spoke up.

"This is stupid, he's our friend and he tells us not to worry so why can't we just drop it. This is Harry we're talking about; he's survived countless attacks from you-know-who. Not to mention he's also survived living with the Dursley's for fifteen years." Ron's face dropped as he lost steam and sighed, "I can't even convince myself not to worry, let alone you guys."

Hermione gave him a sympathetic smile while Ginny threw her arm around his shoulders in a comforting way.

Two hours later the three were done their shopping and headed back to the Leaky Cauldron. Upon entering, they heard yells coming from the bar, they saw a strange scene unfold before them, Mr. Weasley was arguing with a boy with spiked blue hair, and a girl with spiked black hair with pink tips.

"You disappear without a trace and only send us one letter, now your acting like it's no big deal." Mr. Weasley yelled.

"I wrote that letter so you would stop worrying. You were lucky that I was even able to send one." The boy said patiently as if speaking to a child.

"R-Ron, that's Harry!" Hermione whispered in awe. Beside her, she saw Ron nod; he had obviously figured it out as well.

"What do you mean? Who was stopping you from sending us letters?" asked Mr. Weasley a little more calmly, although you could tell it took some restraint to keep from yelling.

Harry sighed and averted his eyes, "I-I just meant I was really busy and couldn't find any time to write you." He whispered. This seemed to infuriate Mr. Weasley even more. "Listen I know you guys want answers as to where I have been for the last month, but I can't tell you."

He was cut off by Jessica, "So sorry but we have to run, come on Harry." She started to drag him towards the fireplace, "He'll see you at Hogwarts in a few weeks, ta, ta for now."

Harry just smiled at Mr. Weasley sheepishly before he allowed himself to be pushed into the fireplace. The last thing Harry saw before he returned to the cave was Ron, Hermione and Ginny joining Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley.

Before Jessica followed Harry, she turned to the Weasley's with a superior smirk. "See you in a few weeks weasels." With a small laugh she too stepped into the fireplace threw down her floo powder and disappeared.

"So, Harry and I were just having a butter beer when Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley walked in. They didn't recognize Harry at first but when they did. the first thing both of them said was 'What happened to your hair'." Jessica paused to chuckle. "Then next thing we know Mr. Weasley is yelling at Harry about not informing them of his whereabouts. I got sick of it after a while and we came back here. You should have seen the looks on his friend's faces when they saw his blue hair. I shudder to think how they would react when they see his tattoo."

Greg was laughing so hard by now he was doubled over clutching his stomach. He calmed down enough to ask, "Harry you got a tattoo? Let me see it."

Harry was angry that Greg found this story so amusing, but pulled up his right sleeve anyway. There on his forearm was a tattoo of a black panther. The panther stood in an attacking position with one clawed paw outstretched the panthers eyes were a glowing yellow while the rest of him was black.

Greg smiled, "Cool," he said inspecting it. "You chose a tattoo of your animagus form. Very nice indeed. Did you get one Jessica?" he turned to see her smile and nod, "Well let's see it then."

Jessica pulled up her own right sleeve and showed Greg her tattoo that was also on her forearm. It was a black wolf with glowing amber eyes. "I got a tattoo of my animagus form too." She explained with a grin.

Greg nodded, "I can see that. Well we better get started on the last thing I have to train you in. In every generation of Mystic Knights, there is always a boy and a girl. The girl had a special power of fire, she can throw fire spheres that will burn anything it hits, and the boy has ice power he throws ice spheres that freezes anything it hits. So I will finish training you in those specific abilities and then you learned everything you need to know for now." He turned to get something before turning back for a second, "Oh and I forgot to tell you; all Mystic Knights are linked to each other, so if your partner is in any trouble you'll know it."

"How will we know if the other is in trouble?" Harry asked a little apprehensive.

"A sharp pain in your stomach will inform you, the intensity of that pain reflects the pain in your partner. For example, the closer to death your partner is the sharper the pain in your stomach becomes." Greg answered with a sad smile.

"Does that mean if she dies I die?" Harry asked a little confused.

Greg shook his head, "No, but the link will be completely severed and you'll have a feeling of emptiness in your heart."

Well what do you think? Should I continue? Please review. I have more chapters ready to put up, but im going to need reviews from you guys to keep this story going.