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Chapter 3- Attack

Mark laughed at this tale and almost choked as he ate his breakfast, when Patrick told what happened, after his girlfriend explained to him that Harry didn't do anything and Mrs. Evans scowled him as she cleared up that Harry stayed over for a night stay only, Patrick apologized gloomily under her persistence after he found his mouse and put it back into the cage before he picked up his bag from his bedroom. Patrick stopped chasing Harry when Mark refrained him, and under her orders.

Patrick looked down at his breakfast untouched, as Harry glanced at them from Patrick to Mark, caressing his head with plaster cover a small cut when he receive it from the crash landing on the floor as his head grazed from the hard impact.

'Very funny,' Patrick said dryly, his girlfriend who sat beside him rubbed the ointment on his elbow where the dark blue bruise appeared on it. 'Mum, I'm not hungry. I'm off to the camp.'

Patrick didn't wait for her reply, he grabbed his girlfriend's hands immediately, walked faster as he intended, and went out from the entrance leaving her looking sadly.

'Mum, I'm done. I'm off to school,' Mark said, after he gulped down the last spoon of breakfast, already emptied the plate.

She nodded, held his cheek and kissed it when he held up his school bag.

'Mum, you don't have to kiss me like that,' Mark said pleadingly, but his face turned red, and headed off down the hall and the entrance, closed the door behind him.

After few moments Harry finished his breakfast, at the same time the door bell rang. Harry can hear her opened the door faraway from the kitchen, recognized a familiar bright voices he heard before.

'Hi, I'm Tonks, is Harry Potter with you? I'm his friend, wondering he is here.'

'Yes, may I know how you know he is here?' she asked politely, as Harry stood up quickly from the chair, headed towards to the entrance.

'Hello, Tonks,' he greeted, 'so you are here to pick me up to Hogwarts?'

He figured that she will come to find him any moment that his disappearance can cause panic and the search party will launch to find him.

'Yes Harry, if you want to go back,' she said. 'Mind if I come in?'

Mrs. Evans shook her head, but glanced at her warily, stepped aside let her through. Tonks looked at him with frown, however her face turned into relief from worry, were etched on her face showing a line of wrinkles before.

'Wotcher, Harry, I'm glad to see you're okay. I've been looking around here with Mad-Eye Moody's help to fetch you.' she said, worried. 'You're ready to go?'

'Okay, but I need to get my clothes first,' Harry said.

'Your clothes are in the laundry, Harry, let me get yours because my clothes also there too,' Mrs. Evans said quickly, rushed to the laundry.

Tonks appeared miserable-looking and mousy as she had been as he had met her in The Burrow, and her eyes fixed on him oddly. Harry eyed at her with slight worry.

'Are you okay, Tonks?' he asked.

Tonks nodded, didn't reply, sweat dripping down on her face but she didn't wiped it off.

Later the CRACK sound was heard from the outside, as Tonks stepped back from it with her hand tightened  her wand, stood near to Harry. It was the member of the Order of Phoenix, they all raised their wands pointed at her, and a gasp was heard among the group, is another form of Tonks looked shock. They all went in however Tonks who was beside him grabbed his Harry's neck in a dead grip. Her wand were closer  to his head in a quick pace.

'You both put down the wands, or I make a move first,' she said menacingly, jabbed her wand at his neck.

Silence came next but was broken from a soft noise behind them, the fake Tonks whipped her wand around to see Mrs. Evans screamed at the frozen spot where the clothes spilled from her hand. She turned around as the members stepped up, pointed back Harry's head as she dodge the spell swiftly, and scream one of the unforgivable curses.

'Crucio!'

Harry screamed out top of his lungs, unprepared by this sudden attack, felt hot knives jabbing his whole body with pain increased up to his limit of tolerance. It broke off afterwards; it seems like within seconds it stopped, he was shaking from head to toe uncontrollably. Harry stayed at his own spot; his body still shivering in pain, despite the torture of hot knives was gone. Vaguely he heard many curse and shouts above him, his unconscious mind nagging to threaten him in his daze.

'Harry, are you alright?' Mrs. Evans' voice swam in from his ear to his head, as he felt himself being dragged, away from the fight as the noise start to level down a bit as his body felt like lead being dragged.

'Harry, can you hear me?' her voice slurred, Harry's body were held up tightly with warmth, as his consciousness drifted gradually back to his head, opened his eyes slowly to see her worried face.

She glanced at him, boring her eyes into his.

'Harry,' she said, 'I have been thinking about your identity when you come to my house, and I realized I'm not the only one who knows about wizarding world. I never talk about it, because it concerns about me as well, and I kept secret. I need to tell you something you should know that all wizards and witches know about it. I'm a squib.'

She looked calmly straight into his astonished eyes, his mind turned wild as he didn't know what to say.

Harry tried to register what he heard from Mrs. Evans after he leave unconsciousness pass by to fight stay awake, which his mind was a bit unclear that his mind spinning slowly in his head.

'Harry, you lie down for a while, I will get warm water, you will feel better after you drinking it,' she said, as she lie him down on the cold floor. Seconds later, she came back with it, laid it on the table before she help him sit up and passed it to him to drink.

He felt better when he took a few sips slowly; as he looked at her, know her as mother can recognized a wizard standing at the doorway holding a wand.

'I didn't know that you are wizard,' Harry said, surprised.

'I'm a squib, Harry; I didn't hang out much often that I stay in muggle world. I choose my life to be a Muggle,' she confessed, looked at him placidly.

The DeathEater barged in suddenly, raised his wand at them but caught in the vice-grip around his waist behind and collapsed under Tonks.

'Harry, are you alright? Please take him away from here and go! It's not safe here!' She yelled, glanced at them.

Harry struggled back to his feet with Mrs. Evans' help, as they headed to the backdoor. Bellatrix appeared right in front of them from the door beside, pointed her wand at him with a spell headed towards him however he dodged.

Boiling in rage, he tackled her down so forcefully that he can't imagine that she was walloped onto the floor and able to strike back his leg that he stumbled.

'You will pay what you kill Sirius in the Department last time!' he screamed in fury, forgot in a moment he has a wand, punched ferociously at her face.

'Harry, stop fighting!' Mrs. Evans said fiercely, pulled him away from Bellatrix who clutched her face in pain with a small pained hiss; she makes a quick move to grab her wand with other hand but Mrs. Evans kicked it away, it skidded on the floor to the wall.

Harry and Mrs. Evans ran before she can recomposed, they fled through the backdoor to the right to the lane.

'How do you know Sirius Black?' she asked, her face showed expression of surprise.

'What? You also know him?' Harry said, also looked same as hers; don't know how much surprise left to know about her.

They saw the battle scene down the road; Harry motioned her to go other side.

'I used to know him long time ago,' she said softly, her face blushed pink; 'he is the first boy I have a crush on when I was ten before I know I'm a squib. Are you still contact with him?'

'He-,' Harry don't know what to say, as his stomach start to squirm in pain, distant from her a bit when he change his stare to the wall.

'We used to be good friend when we are young. When he found out who I really am, he didn't come to see me. I went to his house to find his family moved. That was when I lost contact with him,' she said, her face fell when she looked downwards. 'How do you know him?'

'He- he is my father's best friend,' he said, didn't look at her, stopped in his tracks, she also came to halt too. His eyes start to burn, blinking his blurred eyes that tears threatening him.

'Harry?' she said softly, looked at him.

When Mark saw him, he hid behind the first person, who is his mother. She looked surprised.

'Would you like to have an umbrella? It's best not to soak under the rain you will catch cold. I have another one if you like.' She pointed the second umbrella dangling from her arms.

Harry quickly nodded as she handed it over; he opened it up much to his relief.

'Thanks.'

She smiled and waved her hands.

'You looked totally drenched, you have to come over to my house to change clothes before you get sick,' said she when she saw him chattering his teeth.

'I like to,' he said hastily, his body felt shivers under cold rain.

'Mum!', Mark exclaimed in shock as his eye turned wide as saucers, shook her arms but stopped when a frown appeared on her face glanced to his way.

'My house is quite near, is near the corner there if you turn left. Mark is in urgency to use the toilet. You can come and follow me there,' she said.

Harry followed them behind to their house. She opened and let Harry in and put down the umbrella at the corner, Mark flew up the stairs and closed the door shut behind him. A question popped in his mind as he has an urge to ask Mrs. Evans.

'Do you used to live at Privet Drive long ago?' Harry asked.

'Yes and how do you know?' Mrs. Evans answered in surprise; a small recognition flickered on her eyes. 'So you must be Harry Potter, who also live there and attend St. Brugos Criminal Boys school- or what the name of that school is.... Why are you here of all places not in school?' she asked quizzically, suspicious look crept in to her cheeks and eyes.

'I-,' Harry didn't know to respond back, as he can't imagine how unbelievable and bizarre if he tell her about Hogwarts train he was stuck inside. She won't believe that as she will call the school for a person to come and pick him up or that school never heard his name before...

'It is okay if you don't want to answer, because I was thinking I can call relatives to pick you up,' she said slowly.

Harry looked at her cautiously, he nodded as he spoke,

'I don't mind if they coming to fetch me tomorrow,' he said with a small smile on his face as the worry inside his mind disappeared. Probably they will pick me up to kill me, he thought.

He wrote down the home number on the tore paper she put with table on top.

She glanced at him closely with a sweet smile at him.

'How funnily that you don't look like a criminal boy to me,' she said, with a small pause of silence follow in next moment, 'I think you better go for shower and change out clothes, you can share Patrick's clothes at upstairs. I show you there.'

She walked up the stairs reached second floor, turned right and opened the door.

'You can stay here overnight; Patrick went for outdoor camp so he will come home late next few days. Here is a towel and clothes you need,' she said as she took the pajamas and towel from the cupboard onto the bed.

'Thanks. Do you know which way to the bathroom?' he asked.

'The toilet is at the left end, go straight down and you can see it.' He took the towel and the clothes as she walked out and down the stairs. He headed down straight left into the toilet. Fifteen minutes later, he went back to Patrick's bedroom, rubbed his hair with his towel.

After a long day, he slumped onto the bed, relaxing, but exhausted. He fell asleep instantly before he could finish rubbed his hair dry, lying on the comfortable bed as he swept into comfortable dreams.

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A rustle of sounds in the bedroom was heard when Harry stirred in his bed, and the sounds getting louder that Harry has no choice to sleep in. Tilted his head up slowly, he opened his eyes to see a figure turning towards him abruptly in her spot. He looked up to see a girl stood near at his end of the bed, who froze and her eyes opened wide at him in her sight; at that moment he saw a mouse cage beside her fell onto the floor and a mouse streaked out of the cage door which burst open from the impact.

She screamed in fright, loud piercing enough that Harry toppled down to the floor from the bed, as the mouse hid itself behind cupboard's corner in a second. More footsteps were heard, the door flung open and a boy rushed in with panicked look on his face, and fury replaced it when he saw Harry sprawled on the floor, Harry quickly stood up to his feet as the boy roared forcefully.

'Who are you and what you're doing here? What have you done to my girlfriend?'

'I didn't, I-' stuttered Harry.

'That's unlikely story!' he yelled, lunged at Harry but he dodged. Harry sprinted out from the bedroom as his girlfriend screamed at her boyfriend.

'No, Patrick!'

Harry make a dash down the stairs with Richard chased behind, as the door opened with a loud bang and shouts behind.

'What's going on?' Mark yelled, as the other door opened suddenly, Mrs. Evans came out to see commotion.

As Patrick flew forward and grabbed Harry's waist; Harry stumbled and lose balance, fell down that moment they rolled downwards in high speed and they crashed to the floor.

Chapter 2- Mark Evans

'Let's go inside,' he said fervently, gulped in and out of the air. 'Never in my life I want to experience apparation again. Floo is way much better than apparation.'

When he opened the door, the bar was deserted with shimmering light illuminated. They went in as they heard footsteps headed towards them behind, but it stopped. The voice rang behind them echoed inside the bar.

'Dell, long time no see, if you don't want to die, bring the Potter boy to me.'

Dell and Harry slowed down their tracks, Dell didn't reply, with recognition shone with fire ignited in his eyes, but his hand balled into fist, as they continued their slow pace, he lowered his voice as he whispered softly at Harry's ears, 'Harry, when I count to three, we both run down the bar together. There's no much time.' He gritted his teeth when he stole glance backwards at the approacher.

Harry nodded, uneasiness settled in, seeing Dell and the stranger shared the same reorganization but Dell's face turned into expressionless, as he nodded as well, broke into run.

Dell and Harry dashed through the bar, missed the spell aiming towards them and it shot through the bar. Dell shot back as he turned around into back run, but it missed. The Death Eater flung another spell wildly as it whooshed past by them; they reached the fireplace as Dell grabbed a fistful of Floo Powder.

'Harry, you have to go to Dumbledore's office! I will take care of this!' he shouted as he whipped the powder inside the fire turned it into green, with other hand pushed Harry inside it so hard Harry stumbled; Harry didn't have more time to say out what is in his mind, Dell whipped out his wand and slashed another spell to the attacker.

'I will go in after you!' Dell roared, and flicked another few spells without any spell were said in incatatem.

Harry nodded, and opened his mouth to say the destination, but the spell ricocheted past by Harry's ear so narrowly that he dodged.

In a next moment without a destination said out loud, he felt himself rotated upwards in long flames away from the fireplace.

He stumbled as he landed, his knees nearly double take, and he coughed out the soot after he abruptly depart from Leaky Cauldron. He looked up, took in the surroundings with a surprised gasp. He found himself in a busy restaurant, filled with a pack of crowd eating and drinking in groups chattering away nosily. Harry made his way to the entrance, ignored the stares behind him, and picked up his pace down the streets.

He panted afterwards, slowed down to a walk when he looked back momentarily. The realization dawn to him he didn't say the destination but he flooed, he remembered the spell hit through the flames, and a moment later he span upwards to the unfamiliar restaurant; these thought swam into his mind when he heard a small thunder in the sky broke into his thoughts. The rain gradually dribbled into a heavy rain, he covered his head but he will be drenched under the rain, squinted through his wet fringe to read the road sign. Hilton Road was written on it.

He looked through the heavy rain, his eyes caught a glimpse on a blurred shadow, and it headed towards him slowly. He quickly stuffed his wand in his pocket; his mind was against the idea of using magic in front of muggle. The figure approached nearer with the umbrella he is holding, became clearer that it was two people sharing an umbrella. The second one was a child holding the first's hands, shrunk away when he saw Harry Potter. It was Mark Evans.

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Summary: This story is about alternate universe if Harry still stuck in the train and didn't found by Tonks, and he has his own adventure meeting Evans family.

Disclaimer:Characters are the property of JK Rowling and I don't own them.

Prologue

Excerpt from Harry Potter and the half blood prince:

Harry peered down over the edge of the luggage rack, his heart pumping a little faster. What had Malfoy wanted to hide from Pansy? Was he about to see the mysterious broken object it was so important to mend?
'Petrificus Totalus!'
Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, who was instantly paralysed. As though in slow motion, he toppled out of the luggage rack and fell, with an agonising, floor-shaking crash, at Malfoy's feet, the Invisibility Cloak trapped beneath him, his whole body revealed with his legs still curled absurbly into the cramped kneeling position. He couldn't move a muscle; he could only gaze up at Malfoy, who smiled broadly.
'I thought so,' he said jubilantly. 'I heard Goyle's trunk hit you. And I thought I saw something white flash through the air after Zabini came back...' His eyes lingered for a moment upon Harry's trainers. 'That was you blocking the door when Zabini came back in, I suppose?
He considered Harry for a moment.
'You didn't hear anything I care about, Potter. But while I've got you here...'
And he stamped, heard, on Harry's face. Harry felt his nose break; blood spurted everywhere.
'That's from my father. Now, let's see...'
Malfoy dragged the Cloak out from under Harry's immobilised body and threw it over him.
'I don't reckon they'll find you till the train's back in London,' he said quietly. 'See you around, Potter... or not.'
And taking care to tread on Harry's fingers, Malfoy left the compartment.

(Excerpt is from the chapter seven, The Slug club, page 146 to 147, Harry Potter and the half blood prince)

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Harry's face faced upwards, felt his nose throbbing in pain and hot blood flowing down his face as he could hear footsteps and voices outside the compartment beyond. His arms were unable to move to obey his brain to pick up the wand as he was thinking of it, probably he can magicked the wand come to his hand and unbind himself to wipe the blood off; unless someone came in to check or someone accidentally step on him. He could think better way to unbind himself before the train leave off.

Accio Wand! Accio Wand! The wand didn't move, stayed still on its spot. He thought hard again, but it wasn't moving. Loss of hopelessness crept into his mind, he visualized Ron and Hermione was already sitting in the Great Hall, not eating but glanced around with their worried looks in search of Harry. Then they send a search party to look for him around near the train, hope raise up a bit but despite himself as he thought so. However they might unable to find him, his mind whirling in hesitancy, as his hope slipping from his mind when he waited in a long silence. It miserably cleared up as he thought of it. The sound of noise and footsteps gone, and empty silence filled the air.

Harry suddenly jolted to his left side when the train moved forward, his mind continued wander about Malfoy, who riding carriages with his Slytherins friends recounting the attack on Harry, laughing about it on the way to the castle.

The time dragging by, as the train picked up speed when he suddenly heard a screams before shouts and sounds were heard and faded away in next minute. The only sounds could be hear is the faint rumblings of turning wheels humming away continuously. Long hours dragged by as dullness deepened, he let his mind wander to sleep in darkness.



He woke up in violent jerk, heard the train came into sudden halt and the loud siren it emitted. The footsteps shuffled down the corridor and came to stop right outside his compartment, the door clicked open and followed by silence. Later he saw the hem of the cloak has been stepped on, in a next few seconds the cloak flung aside onto the floor and a wand instantly touched his nose.

A man who holding it eyed at him, looked astounded at him and changed to recognition when he saw his lightning scar.

'Are you Harry Potter?' he said in surprise, gaped at him. 'Are you alright? You don't have to worry much; I can reverse the spell off from you. Finite Incant tem.'

Harry felt his hand dropped down to the ground like a lead, sat up slowly.

'Thanks,' he said gratefully as he stood up.

'Here's your wand,' the man said, peered at him closely. 'Did something happened that you unable to go to school?'

Harry didn't answer but ignored his stares on his scar and replied back.

'Yes,' he said warily, unable to see the stranger's face clearly but a silhouette in the dark shadow cast on him by low dimmed light shine from the window outside. His protective instinct urged him to ask question, but resist not say 'Who are you?' in rude way straightaway.

'I'm sure you have not met me before, I'm Dell,' the stranger's deep voice said with a hint unable to hide his glee; he answered Harry's questions in his mind as his hand grabbed Harry's hand firmly in the handshake. 'I think your nose need to patch up, don't you think?'

He tapped his wand at his nose and muttered spell under his breath. Harry's nose started to tingle and warmth spread upwards to his top of his nose and stopped.

'Episkey.'

Harry can felt his dried blood under his nose melt into thin air, his hands touched his nose, and it was mended fully as good as new.

'Thanks again,' said Harry, looked around the surroundings, recognized the platform of nine and three quarters.

'I'm glad to see you, I have been waited in this moment but I never thought I will see you. I guess Dumbledore need to know where you are,' Dell said, still looked completely astounded. 'I bet your friend will be worried sick wandering to know where you have gone.'

'Yeah, there is a bit of situation going on- going on here,' Harry said, felt awkward that out of all places a stranger saw him in this awkward situation. 'I guess the only way going to Hogwarts is to floo back to Hogwarts at Leaky Cauldron,' Harry said.

'I can take you there with side-apparation, but now I'm sure Dumbledore knows where you are,' Dell said, 'I already receive an owl mail from him when I'm on the way here, ask me to check the compartment whether you're still stuck in here. In next minutes he will send mail again when he know you're here with me if I didn't send owll.'

'You work for Dumbledore?' Harry asked, looked at him.

'Yep, since the day Fudge deny for not believe Voldemort is back. My family strongly believe you're innocent. Let's forget about Fudge, I don't like him.,' he said in disgust, 'I don't think I can forgive him after you prove him wrong that Voldemort is back.'

At that moment, a ball of flames appeared right next to Dell's side, and appeared a phoenix Harry recognized is Fawkes. The phoenix spread its wings with attachment of a paper tied to its leg, landed at Dell's raised out arms, hooted in soft cry.

'Fawkes?' Harry said blankly below his whisper but Dell nodded like he did heard what Harry said.

'It seems the letter address to you, Harry,' Dell said, looked at the front of the letter and gave it to Harry.

Harry unfolded the parchment and read,


Dear Harry,
if you received this letter safe and sound from my friend Dell it means you are not in danger. Please trust Dell to take you side-apparation to the Leaky Cauldron, is the safest way from there to floo Hogwarts school than Hogshead.
Please kindly trust Dell to help you as he can, as he is one of the Order of Phoenix members I can trust on and also a good train driver. I will wait you shortly next fifteen minutes in my office, is the one destination you have to come to Hogwarts that allows Floo Powder under my security only.
I am, yours most sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore


After Harry finished reading it, felt the relief rushing in that help is already here.

'If you don't mind, I like to borrow a quill to reply back to him,' Harry said quickly, as he fumbled back the paper and Dell passed it to him, Harry scribbled it back.


Dear Dumbledore,

I'm perfectly OK. I'll be there in time with Dell beside me. Thanks.

From Harry.


Harry folded it, and tied it against Fawkes' leg; it vanished into air afterwards.

At the moment he saw the light started to shimmer eerily like a candle, realized the weather was rapidly colder before.

'Dementors are coming here,' Harry said with a quick breath held in.

' I also can feel it, I think we must go now,' Dell said quickly, his face paled with his mist eyes. 'Hold on to my elbow quickly.'

Harry held Dell's arm tightly, next few seconds he experienced he stuck inside another familiar feeling of being forced through a tight rubber tube again. Later, he found himself stood in front of the Leaky Cauldron with Dell.

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