They were deposited by the light in a giant museum. There were people, some with their children and some wandering about on their own, exploring the room that The Watchers found themselves in. The Watchers gazed about, Umbridge, whose gag and chains were removed by the power of the scroll, sniffed indignantly.

"Too bad these aren't as good as the first one." she whispered to herself.

Madame Bones, hearing this and remembering the absence of their wands, walked behind her and smacked the back of her head. Tempest, Wildfire, Viper and Nightstrike smiled at the Law Enforcement Head.

Tonks looked to the left of herself and noticed a giant marble statue of a man, a naked man.

"Nice statue." she said with a smile.

Remus looked over to her, saw the statue and looked at her quickly, his eyes wide.

She noticed his look and gripped his hand tightly. "You're better."

"I appreciate that, nice to know I'm better than some non-living statue." said Remus with a smirk.

Harry looked around quickly and groaned, he knew what was going to happen, and he remembered this place. People were walking slowly out as the security guard wandered amongst them and saying quietly:

"Museum is closing." said the security guard.

"Sorry." said Fred and George. "We aren't leaving."

"We like it here, let's put the sofa in that corner, Fred." said George, pointing over to a distant corner.

As the people were leaving, a skinny elderly man with a long mustache and bushy eyebrows came striding out of one of the further rooms, being followed by a very heavy-set man.

"Honestly Mr. Claydonin, you needn't worry, the jewel will be protected with the utmost caution." said the fat man trying to keep up. "My security system and guards are all top of the line designed and chosen by myself." he huffed.

"True, Brildir, I know that the security system is your pride and joy. But the 'Dragon's Eye' diamond is mine. And I want my diamond protected, and I am more than willing than to prove, if it is just to myself, that my diamond is not in any danger of being stolen." He said gesturing towards a pedestal. The Watchers, excluding Harry, moved forward and saw what was being displayed. They all gasped, even Dumbledore and the Rangers.

It was a brilliant and shimmering yellow diamond, spinning slowly on a revolving dais, and light refracting off it. It was almond shaped and six inches wide, but only three inches thick in diameter. Charlie stared at it in amazement. The color and size of it explained the name. "It does look like a dragon's eye." he whispered.

"And that is why I asked Shadow to come and see what he makes of the security measures." said Mr. Claydonin gazing at the stone along with The Watchers. Harry strolled behind the rest of them and stood behind Sirius.

"That scoundrel, 'Professional Security-Tester' they call him. 'Professional Thief' is more like it." growled Mr. Brildir.

"Thieves do not return the spoils to their original owners the next day." said Mr. Claydonin calmly. "Please, let your men know what will transpire, have them be at their best. If we catch Shadow, then I will give you and your men a significant bonus. If we don't, Shadow will let us know where to improve our skills. Fair enough?"

Mr. Brildir growled even more, but nodded.

"Also, Mr. Brildir, you do not hurt Shadow, no shooting." said Mr. Claydonin sternly.

After Mr. Claydonin left for the night, Mr. Brildir summoned his entire security team. He stood in front of the 'Dragon's Eye' jewel.

"Alright boys, we've got Shadow comingtonight. Be on your guard. If we catch this miscreant, we all get bonuses. Let's catch this so-called 'Professional Tester'."

"What is so important about this diamond?" asked Bill, he looked at Charlie, but he was still fixated on the diamond.

The scene shifted forward rapidly, Neville looked queasy again.

"Hate when that happens." he said, getting paler by the second.

"And Vernon's chair ain't here either." said Sirius, patting Neville on the back softly.

"I've got some gingerbread here. Made it this morning." said Harry taking out a sheet of something brown.

"Why do you make them so often? Didn't you say earlier that it makes your stomach feel better? Do you get sick often?" said Remus looking worried.

"No, just really like it." said Harry taking a bite and handing some to Neville.

Neville took some, he took a small nibble and was amazed at how good it tasted. Harry had to break more chunks and hand them out when they noticed some color coming back to Neville's face.

A security guard came to the doorway, leaned in and glanced around closely. He pulled himself back and gazed at the dark room. A crash was heard someone further away in the museum, the lights outside, which were visible from inside, were gone. The guard turned and hurried away from the room. A few students made to go with him, but Dumbledore stopped them.

"We were placed here for a reason, it must have something to do with this jewel." said Dumbledore quickly. The students stopped.

"Look up," said Harry quietly.

They all looked up quickly, to see a tile in the ceiling being removed. No noise was being made, how could Harry possibly know that something was happening up there?

A pale hand dropped down and dropped some sparkling powder. When the light powder drifted down far enough, the room was a blazed with thin red lines.

"What the hell is all this?" said Sirius looking crossed-eyed at the one going through his head.

"They're lasers, if someone trips them, an alarm will go off." said Dr. Clark as he stared around, there were lasers everywhere.

Suddenly a wide, transparent fabric fluttered down, miraculously missing the beams of light, they looked up and they saw a small, thin, darkly dressed person started sliding down the fabric, head first, he only stopped to check the doorway. When he was halfway, the figure reached into his bag, dangling from clip on his shirt, and dropped a single black box. When it hit the ground, it emitted a low hum and flashed dully. The camera's normal red light turned to a pale yellow and the lasers that intertwined about the room, disappeared, but the floor lasers were still activated.

The person continued down slowly and landed nimbly on the ground, he crept cautiously towards the pedestal, avoiding the lasers zigzagging across the floor, and gazed at the diamond in the case. He looked at the doorway, then the cameras. He pulled the black mask off his face.

It was Harry Potter.

The Watchers stared at the younger version of Harry and then to the present day one. Was this another job? They wanted to ask Harry himself, but they were all too interested in watching and remained silent.

Shadow (Younger Harry) pulled out another black box and placed it on the side of the pedestal. The lasers that were reflecting about the box and the jewel disappeared. Shadow reached into his bag and pulled a fat tube of something, he squirted it all around the base of the glass, being careful to not touch one of the lasers that ran along the ground.

Once the gel was in place, he blew on it, the glass instantly cracked towards the bottom and continued all the way up. He watched as the glass collapsed under its own fragile weight. The glass fell like powdered snow in a thin square around the diamond, Shadow caught the top of the glass box before it had disintegrated onto of the diamond and set off an alarm. Shadow placed the glass on the side of the pedestal, and took ahold of the diamond. He pulled another Dragon's Eye from his knapsack. There was a definite difference between the two of them. In a quick motion he exchanged the two of them.

Shadow put the real Dragon's Eye in a silk bag and took out a folded piece of what looked like plastic. He flipped it open to show it was a cube and threw it over the fake diamond. He then took a thick syringe and sucked up all the gel that was left over, He placed the glass lid onto of the plastic cube, and removed the small black box. They watched as a laser bounced off the lid of the cube and then the fake diamond and then landed back on the sensors.

Shadow jumped up onto the fabric and began to climb. Little over halfway up, the fabric, began following him up for he had tucked the end into his bag, and then he flicked his wrist and the black box, which was attached to a very long, thin wire, flew up to Shadow and the lasers and the camera's resumed functioning.

They watched as Shadow pulled up the remaining fabric and covered the hole with the tile once again. The Watchers turned to Harry, who looked around the dark room. When he turned to face the rest of them, he saw a mixture of shock, anger, and excitement.

"You're stealing from the museum?" said Mrs. Weasely weakly.

"If you had heard Mr. Claydonin, Mrs. Weasely, I'm considered a Professional Security Tester, anything I take, I return the next day. I only work during the summer, when I'm at the Dursleys, I don't do this during the school year." he said simply and shrugged.

"And this is how we know so much about Kage." said Lionus with a smile. "His methods are beyond normal."

"I thought the Museum dude called you 'Shadow'?" asked Seamus quickly.

"'Kage' is Japanese for shadow." said Nightstrike, with a sneer.

The scene shifted forward once again but it was considerably shorter. They were now floating above the roof and they watched as Shadow slinked out of a hole in the roof, the mask back on his face. He closed the hole in the roof behind him.

He then took a tight hold on his knapsack and turned towards the side of the roof. He looked down the side of the building and saw that the lights had kicked back on.

"I had the bulbs blow." said Harry, when The Watchers were looking over the side of the building curiously.

They watched as Shadow stepped back, and then turned to the left and ran headlong across the roof and leaped off the roof.

The Watchers floated right beside him, and fell with him.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!" bellowed Sirius. Several girls screamed and Professor Trelawny almost fainted.

Shadow reached into his bag, brought out a long, thin, cord-like object and aimed to towards the flagpole several feet below him.

CRA-CRACK!

They watched as Shadow swung on the whip and landed on a fourth floor landing, continued running and jumped off this roof as well.

"Are you freaking out of your mind mate! What the hell?" shouted Ron as they glided along with the younger version of his friend. Harry however didn't pay attention, he was feeling his back absently.

This time he landed in a tall tree and sat there, perched like a hawk waiting to strike. He was watching the passing traffic and when a large freight truck went underneath; he fell forward and landed on the roof of the freight. The truck was going about ninety-five kilometers an hour so Shadow whipped two circular objects from his bag as he quickly slid backwards off the truck. He slammed the both of them down on the roof of the truck and he stopped sliding.

"Magnets." said Harry simply at the shocked faces on the rest of the Watchers.

He looked back and saw that no one was trailing the truck and then he looked forward, right on time, the Veldon overpass, trucks just barely scraped underneath it, some would even cause sparks as they passed under, if they were too tall. Shadow lifted the magnets and continued to slide back until he was almost completely off the truck. He took a magnet and placed it right on the unloading doors of the truck. Sparks flew above him, but were extinguished before they came too low. When the over pass was gone, he climbed back onto of the truck, pulling the magnet off and slamming it down at a higher point, and there he laid for several kilometers.

When he reached Little Whinging, Shadow took the magnets off the truck and jumped off again. He tumbled into the grass and stood up and ran down the street, sticking to the shadows, the Watchers, except Harry, watched in amazement, they could barely see him, if at all.

"How old are you here?" asked Neville.

"I was eleven, this is a few days after learning what I really was from Hagrid, I needed something to do, something to vent out on. I don't know why I was angry, perhaps it was because I was kept in the dark, and I felt exiled somewhat" said Harry watching the younger version of himself. Dumbledore looked over to Harry sadly. "I've been doing this for at least two years before Hagrid came to me." Harry continued "It kept me active, physically, and mentally. I used this to raise the money to find Dr. Clark, not too sure what I'm going to do with that money now."

"How much did you raise?" asked Colin excitedly. Harry pretended not to hear him.

As they watched Harry's younger self running in the darkened patches of Little Whinging, they knew where the name Shadow came from. They could barely see him, they caught only fleeting glimpses of him.

His running, leaping and sneaking around didn't end till he reached Privet Drive. The Watchers gaped at Harry, Privet Drive was a long way from where he jumped from the truck. He stopped just under an opened window and threw up a fabric that he had taken from his bag and climbed. Once he was inside he took the bag off his shoulder and ripped the black mask off his face. Hedwig flew in through the opened window with dead rat in her beak.

"Did you have good hunting Hedwig?" he whispered joyfully, tickling her feathers. "Me too, look at this." he pulled out the diamond. Hedwig peered at the jewel with great interest.

"You know what this is? The Dragon's Eye, this thing is worth over a hundred million pounds, to the right people! People have been killed over this thing; more blood coats this piece of crystallized carbon then the Hope diamond! This little sparkler is more trouble than it's worth though, and it's not even guarded in the right fashion." He then yawned.

"Well, I better get some sleep, need to take this thing back to the museum in the morning and prepare my assessment for the curator." He stuck the diamond in a loose floorboard under his bed. Yawned hugely and prepared to change his clothes. He ripped his shirt off and tossed it into the corner. The girls were going to turn around and give him some privacy, but they couldn't. What attracted everyone's attention were the healing cuts and deep purple bruises. He was insanely skinny, but he still had some muscle tone to him, not a lot but a little.

"How did you come by those injuries?" asked Tempest to Harry.

Harry said nothing.

"That tells you, that his Uncle did it." growled Remus.

He then flopped down into bed, not even bothering to cover up with a blanket. He fell asleep instantly. Mrs. Weasely wanted to pull the covers over Harry, but the scene shifted again.

They were outside on a busy street, the sun was shining but something odd was happening at the entrance of the museum across the street. The Watchers could see the security man Mr. Brildir orchestrating a team of security personnel, and they were examining the possessions of everyone who came in the doors. All of a sudden, a delicate, young, red headed girl came walking up and right through Remus.

"That kinda looked like Lily..."said Remus quietly. Harry smiled mischievously, Sirius took notice of that and ran in front of the girl. His eyes widened in shock.

"BLOODY BANSHEES! HARRY, THAT'S...THAT'S...THAT'S YOU!" he bellowed. The Watchers stared at Harry and then back to the girl. "And you're wearing make-up?" he added faintly.

She, well, HE was wearing a green blouse with a red skirt and matching red flowered flip-flops, and clutching a large, fluffy, glitter laden red purse. Hiding the scar on his forehead was a red ribbon wrapped around his head.

Ron looked over at Harry with his eyebrows raised and leaning a little ways away from him, a restrained smile was about to break on his face.

"Stuff it, this was the only way in that didn't rely on me getting back on the roof." said Harry with an uncaring smile. Ron shook with laughter.

"I think I would rather see you in a dress then watch you jump off the roof again." said Remus quietly. Sirius and Dr. Clark stared at him. Remus quickly added. "Not that wearing...just that I...never mind." sighed Remus. Sirius snorted a laugh, while Dr. Clark's knees buckled he was laughing so hard.

The girl/guy walked up the steps of the museum and stood in line to get inside. She/he looked around the people in front of her, she/he looked nervous, but the Watchers could tell that that was an act, only because they knew Harry. Or at least, they thought they knew Harry. These books and Scrolls were showing sides of him that they had never realized were there.

It came to be her/his turn; the youth looked between the menacing security guards and pulled off a perfect tremble and girl's voice. "Umm...I just wanted to see the pretty paintings." Harry covered his eyes and smiled in shame as his younger self cried nervously.

"What the hell...?" asked Dean, but they were amazed when the guards patted her on the back and allowed her/him in without checking the bag. "You sneaky git!" shouted Dean gleefully. They followed her/him down the hall and watched as she/he wandered down different hallways.

"Should we call you Harriet now, Potter?" said Draco snidely.

"The name I used for this persona was actually 'Amber', Malfoy, I wasn't foolish enough to use a feminine version of my birth name."

"You've done this before?" said Professor Flitwick with his eyes wide.

"The dress or the using different names?" said Harry innocently.

"Both." said the teaching staff.

"Well, it was the first time for the dress, the different names, no. I've used several names and never the same one twice." said Harry with a smile. "I learned one thing; I'm not wearing a dress again."

"That's too bad, you have great legs." teased Ginny holding his arm.

"Gee, thanks." said Harry with a smirk. "But I really don't understand how you girls can wear those things. They give you an awful draft." he added in a teasing whisper.

Ginny was overcome with a giggling fit.

They watched as Amber smoothly entered an 'Employees Only' door.

"Harry, you aren't supposed to be down there!" admonished Mrs. Weasely.

"I had an appointment." said Harry with a smile. "And I'm pretty sure I shouldn't do what I did the night prior to this, or wear a dress."

Amber ducked into an employee restroom when she heard someone come down the hall. After the guard walked past, the door to the bathroom opened. Amber was gone, and young Harry was back. He was wearing a white shirt and white pants and one of his new, black Hogwarts robes, without the school crest, and was stuffing the skirt and blouse in the knapsack. He looked both ways at the fork in the hall and continued down the right.

He continued down and stopped at a fancy ornamental door. He knocked softly on the door and they could hear a voice on the other side.

"Come in."

Harry entered the room, and Mr. Claydonin smiled at him.

"What can I do for you, young man?" he said kindly.

"Well sir, I would like to give this back to you." Harry said, taking out the silk bag and handing it to Mr. Claydonin.

"What is this?" he said as he opened the bag, and as he tipped the content of the bag out, the grandfather clock in the corner struck nine-thirty. When he saw the Dragon's Eye his face paled, "You'reShadow?" he said in a faint whisper. Harry nodded and smiled.

Taking a gulp of air, he looked at the clock in the corner and laughed nervously. "The man that told me to get in contact with you was right. You are amazingly punctual. I should apologize for the disturbance out in front of the door."

The young man laughed and sat down in the chair. "It's alright. Your Head of Security was furious he didn't catch me. Greed is a great motivator, and unfortunately a great abductor of one's senses."

"Merlin, Harry, you sound like Dumbledore, again." said Colin with his eyes wide.

"So, Shadow, what should we improve on?" asked Mr. Claydonin, smiling down at the young man.

"Well, for your front door…" said Harry whipping out a white notebook.

"I thought you had a black notebook…why do you have a white one here?" asked Ron.

"Black is for magic, white if for summer stuff." said Harry. "That way I don't write the wrong stuff in it."

"…and that's it. Your security is basically fine but I would amp it up, especially around the Dragon's Eye. It only took me fifteen minutes to get in and out." said Harry closing his book.

"I understand. I have a question for you." said Mr. Claydonin. "What do your parents think about this?"

Younger Harry sighed heavily. "Well…my parents are gone, but the family I stay with don't have any idea what I do. And I would be most appreciative if you don't mention it to anyone. They and I…we don't get along at all…"

Mr. Claydonin looked at Harry, and smiled. "Alright then, Shadow, as you wish. If you need anything…"

"Come see you…I know…almost everyone I test security for say that, except for that odd American, he just asked for report and kicked me out with my money. What I want, no one can help me it seems, but me." said Harry with a smile. He looked outside quickly. "It's eleven twenty-four, I've gotta go." he said standing up. "Just send my fee the bank account here." he handed over a small card.

"Oh well, thank you for taking time out of your summer vacation to test the security system of my beloved diamond." said Mr. Claydonin with a smile.

Then a knock was heard coming from outside the office door. "Mr. Claydonin, may I speak with you?" said a voice.

Harry hurried over to the fireplace, that held some glowing embers, and tossed a powder down on the embers. They immediately went dark for a brief moment, as Harry crawled up the chimney.

This was good timing, for Mr. Brildir had just come in. "No sign of Shadow, sir, and no visitor had the gem on 'em. I knew he couldn't be trusted."

"I have the diamond." said Mr. Claydonin, pulling the stone out of the silk bag once again. Mr. Brildir stared in shock at the curator.

"I…don't…." stuttered Brildir. Then suddenly, the flames started up again. The watchers zoomed up to the ceiling and watched as Harry climbed out of the chimney. He stepped out of the shaft and shook his entire body to get rid of the soot, all the while laughing.

"Life just keeps getting better and better!" he said excitedly.

And the light from the scrolls claimed them once more.