Introduction
Okay, this story is not replacing Super Hero as my main priority, I just wanted to see what people thought of it. I may add to it while I have writers block with Super Hero and I probably will choose this one to continue afterwards. Tell me what you think please…thank you.
Harry James Potter was not and ordinary boy by anyone's standards. For starters he was about as magical as anyone could get. Magic pumped through him like it was oxygen, he was also unique in more ways than one, he had lived through being hit by the killing curse, he was the youngest person to face the Dark Lord Voldemort in battle multiple times and live, he was also the youngest Seeker in a century at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was also unique because he had just realised he was un-killable.
Over the past three weeks he had tried multiple ways of killing himself. He had hung himself, stabbed himself, slit his wrists and throat, electrocuted himself, drowned himself and thrown himself from a ten floor office building in London. He always came back, he was thrown back into his body, a jolt shocking him back to consciousness, and always any wounds he had given himself in the attempt to kill himself had healed.
Why had he tried killing himself? Various reasons, he had lost the closest thing to a father, brother and Uncle he had. Watching Sirius Black die had torn him up inside, he had watched as his last remaining family member had been torn from him with one spell. His depression only started then, it had then been revealed that his life promised to hold more death and destruction, he was the only one who had a chance to kill one of the Darkest Wizards in Wizarding History. Harry didn't want to give Voldemort the pleasure of killing him, so he tried to do it himself. But the lousy prophecy that told that only Harry could kill Voldemort also told how only Voldemort could kill Harry. What a pain in the ass.
And this is why Harry Potter was presently standing on an over=pass of the M25 watching as the rush hour traffic speed beneath him. This was attempt seven on his life, and now it wasn't because he wanted to die, it was because he was testing the limits of this new power.
He stood up on the rail and jumped. His body smashed into the windshield of a large truck, rebounded back up and his head cracked on the concrete pillar of the overpass, fell and got hit at speed by an SUV, all cars stopped and people got out of their cars to rush over to see the broken bleeding and dead boy. A man reached out and felt his neck for a pulse there was none.
Somebody called an ambulance. The paramedics lifted the carcass on to a stretcher as was about to carry him into the ambulance when suddenly the boy jerked up, his body went through a series of spasms as if he had just been hit with defibrillator paddles. He sat up shook his head, looked around him, then bolted, leaping the barrier and running up the hill which took him onto fields and then into town.
* * * *
Harry smiled unwillingly as he marched through London. He was immortal, all that could kill him was Voldemort, and if he took that literally that meant Voldemort had to kill him directly. That could mean anything; perhaps even a spell from Voldemort wouldn't kill him. Death Eaters couldn't kill him, animals couldn't kill him, and Muggles couldn't kill him.
Walking into a dingy little bar he came to a stop. "Hey, Whisky please." he slipped the man a fiver, he saw the man about to ask for ID. "Keep the change." Harry winked at him and looked hopeful. His way of buying off the man out of asking for ID. The bloke nodded and fixed Harry's drink. Walking over to a table in the corner Harry sat down and started drinking the Alcohol, he could feel it trickling down his throat and warming his gut.
He had almost finished when the door of the bar opened and a group of teens marched in, they all nodded to the barman who started making drinks. The teens walked into a lit area and while one turned towards the music box in the corner the others started setting up the pool table.
They were all dressed in leather and black. They all had numerous chains situated on their clothes. They wore leather straps and jagged pieces of metal, they were what Dudley would have called Gothic weirdoes and Uncle Vernon would have called freaks. There were three guys and four girls all were loud, happy and friendly with each other. A song came on and two of the girls started dancing together. The music inspired the dancing to become intimate, the two girls running their hands over each others bodies. Then one of the guys joined in the dancing while the two other guys and a girl started playing pool.
Harry watched as the other girl walked over to the bar where the barman started depositing drinks. Harry downed the remained of his drink and walked back over to the bar. He signalled the second barman, who walked over. "What can I do you for?"
"Whiskey again please." he told the man. Who nodded and started pouring his drink.
"I don't know anyone apart from myself who can drink straight whiskey." Harry looked over to see the girl talking to him. He looked round; girls like this never spoke to him. He didn't see himself as attractive enough to merit any attention from the opposite sex. "Yes, pretty eyes, I am talking to you. What's you name?"
"Harry. And you?" he asked, his confidence surprising even him.
The girl smiled. "I'm Victoria, though people just call me Vikki." she smiled as she picked up five of the drinks. She nodded to the other four including Harry's. "Why don't you come over and join us. I saw you sitting over in the corner on your lonesome. Come piss about with us for a while."
Harry looked at her, then at the drinks and nodded. Picking all the drinks up and following her over to the group.
"Drinks are here guys!" Vikki called. The group looked up, their eyes settled on Harry who seemed to be a bit unnerved by the attention. "This is Harry, the one other person who seems to drink whiskey like I do. Harry this is Rita and Nina," she pointed to the two girls who had been dancing, "This is my sister Katie. The male slut over there is Sammy, "she first pointed to the girl who had been playing pool and then to the guy who had been dancing who grinned at Harry. "And the two guys there are Frankie and Rastie."
"Sweet. And you just decided to invite him over because you have a drink in common?" sneered the one Harry recognised as Rastie. "Those clothes make him look like some bloody rapper wannabe."
Harry's eyes narrowed. His clothes all came from Dudley. He couldn't help it if his relatives were cheap skates and loved to torture him. Then he said, his mouth having no connection with his brain. "Tell you what, go fuck yourself. Is it my fault if my Fuckin' guardians are assholes who won't let me get clothes I want and give me my elephant reject cousins clothes." he chucked his drink back, turned on his heel and left, but not before popping the middle finger at Rastie.
As he stormed out the pub he sighed. He was just hoping he had made a friend in Vikki and then her friend had to say just the wrong thing. He slammed his fist into a crumbling wall, a few bricks gave way. He snorted and rubbed his bruised knuckles. He snorted a quick death in the morning would heal those. Coming back from the dead seemed to heal all wounds.
"Hey are you alright?" Harry turned abruptly, he saw Vikki.
"I'm fine. Thanks for trying; I'm pretty much a social reject. So don't worry." he cast a look around. "Not a very nice neighbourhood for a girl by herself." he told her. "Looks like the type of place that scum hang round."
Vikki shrugged. "It's a week night; we don't want to go too far away from home, what about you? Where do you live?"
"A little way away. I'll be okay getting home." he told her smiling. "So what's your friend in a mood about anyway? I hate rap as well my cousin listens to it, does my head in."
"Is that why you wear those clothes?" she questioned. "Because it used to be your cousins? What size is he, 500 or something?"
"Or something." Harry smiled. "Anyway, I'll be going. I hang around London quite a bit; maybe I'll come back round here to see you."
Vikki smiled and giggled something which surprised Harry. "Just to see me?"
"Why not, you seem to be the only decent person I've met all summer. I'll see you around Vikki."
"Bye Harry."
* * * *
Harry sat in the shadows of the Gringotts Last Will and Testaments department. It had been a week since he had met Vikki and he still had not gone back to see her. The night he had returned there was a letter calling him to Gringotts for Sirius's Will reading, the day after he had received a letter from Dumbledore forbidding him to go for 'his own safety'. Little did Dumbledore know that Harry couldn't be killed by anyone but Voldemort, Harry snorted, desperate to see Dumbledore's face if Harry was killed in front of him then came back to life? The old man would have a heart attack.
And this was why he was sitting in the shadows, not wanting to be seen by Dumbledore or the Order until the time was right. As he though this right on time Dumbledore marched in followed by The Weasleys, Hermione, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Tonks and a woman who Harry instantly recognised as a Black.
Then a Goblin walked in carrying a Pensive. The Goblin placed the Pensive on the table and unrolled a scroll.
"This is an attendance scroll if anyone who is here shouldn't be here they will be forced to leave and if anyone who isn't here who should be the reading will be postponed."
"Dumbledore, Albus."
"Present."
"Granger, Hermione."
"Here."
"Lupin, Remus."
"Here."
"Malfoy, Draco"
"Present."
"Malfoy, Narcissa."
"Present."
"Potter, Harry."
Dumbledore stood. "Harry has asked me to represent him at this time; I have the scrolls to prove it." The Goblin looked at the scrolls Dumbledore had handed him. The signature was forged. The Goblin looked over to where his beady eyes could make out Harry, who nodded signalling to allow Dumbledore to play his games, for now."
"These look in order, very well. Tonks, Andromeda."
"Present." Harry smirked he knew that woman was a Black somehow. Sirius had told him about his cousin.
"Tonks, Nymphadora."
"Present."
"Weasley, Arthur."
"Present."
"Weasley, Fred."
"Yep."
"Weasley, George."
"Hi."
"Weasley, Ginerva."
"Present."
"Weasley, Molly."
"Present."
"Weasley, Ronald."
"Here."
"Then we will continue. This is a Will Pensive. The memories of what was said will be shown and then the Pensive will gain a mind of its own. Acting much like a portrait, and being able to give who ever it is left to as an advisor and confident." the Goblin lectured. "Let us begin." the goblin stroked the silvery liquid and a transparent Sirius Black erupted from the Pensive.
"Hello, hello? Is this thing on?" Sirius looked around then smirked. "Ah right, here we go then. I am the great noble and modest Sirius Orion Black, this is my Last Will and Testament." he bowed low. "Okay, now let's be rid of the crappy stuff. Okay. Narcissa, Draco, you are probably wondering why I asked you here. Well Narcissa probably, Draco, if you're anything like the stuck up Pillock Harry says you are, you're probably thinking I'm going to give you the title of Black. WRONG!" Sirius smirked as if he knew that Draco had a look of disappointment and loathing on his face. "What I am going to give you is some cash and advice."
"Narcissa, I know you never wanted to marry that blonde wanker of a husband. Hell if I remember you had a crush on old Remus over there and you two dated for a while in school, well I'm doing you a favour, I have drawn up divorce papers between you and Malfoy, sign them and have the new head of house sign them…then maybe you and Moony will be able to have little wolf cubs. You divorce him you will gain five thousand Galleons"
Harry was astounded to see Narcissa Malfoy shoot Remus a coy look and blush red. She looked very happy, Draco however did not.
"Draco, you maybe a stuck up doppelganger of your father, but you don't have to be. Trust me rebellions work. Talk to the new Black Lord and ask him to help…he will. If you do this I am leaving Five Thousand Galleons with the Goblins to place in your vault along with protection of the family Black as long as you renounce the Dark Lord. Do this for your mother as well as yourself."
"Right." Sirius clapped his hands together. "That's the Malfoy's done with, stick around or piss of don't really care."
Harry watched as the Malfoy's left. Both with pensive looks on their faces. He turned back to Sirius.
"Okay, now Andy, my dear cousin and probably favourite relative. Not only have I left explicit instruction for the new Black Lord to reinstate you, but also to renew your family allowance, but up it by five hundred galleons. This means you will now receive one thousand galleons a month, and I am also leaving you with ten thousand galleons for you and Ted. Have fun go on a second Honeymoon; give Nymphy a brother or sister. Just have fun.
And Speaking of Nymphadora. We had sometimes in Grimmauld Place, didn't we? But you know one thing I noticed. How your eyes were always going to someone. You know who I mean. Tell him how you feel. He needs some love in his life that hasn't been brought. I leave you that advice. As well as all my books from when I was an Auror, along with helpful side notes. Make fighting the Dark more fun. You'll love it. Oh yeah five thousand galleons to you as well.
"Remus buddy, old pal. While I was in prison you royally fucked up. You know it, and I know it. Not only did you never, ever get a girlfriend, you also never looked in on Harry cause of Dumb-old-Fuck. He needed you Moony and you abandoned him to his relatives. I forgive you though, I don't know if Harry does but I do. Oh yeah I also leave you five thousand Galleons along with another five hundred for Tonks, Andy and maybe Cissa to drag you out to get more clothes…the ones you wear now, they look like shit.
"Okay, I'm done bitching at Moony and now turn my eyes on Harry two 'best' friends." Sirius used his fingers and made mocking air quotes. "You two are a pair of fucking sheep. I heard you and the Dumb-Old-Fuck talking one night along with your parents and Ginny. All of you are lying wankers of the worst kind. And Harry will know about it, even if, like I suspect Dumbledore has, he has been forbidden to come. Ron and Hermione getting paid to be his friends, from the Potter vault, Ginny being promised to him in a contract marriage…well guess what contract go bye-bye. As his Godfather I was entitled to burn it and burn it I did. So because of these actions against Harry I leave you with fuck all, except this-" he stuck up his middle finger. "And the piece or parchment appearing in front of most of you, don't open it yet, wait till you get home."
"Fred and George. I know you refused to spy on Harry, but you didn't tell him either, and I know why, unbreakable vow. Oh well, guess what? I am leaving you two with the Black shares of Zonko's. You now have the controlling interest as well as me leaving you each with five thous' and your beloved shop ten thousand. Oh and the copies of the Marauder journals. All our jokes, all our pranks and all our inventions. Have fun guys."
"Now the most important person now. Harry if you are here and listening, Fuck Dumbledore. Fuck the Weasleys, except Fred and George and Fuck the wizarding world. You're my best friend's kid and that makes you my kid as well. Get ready for a whole new change for you my friend. Starting small I leave all the remaining gold. I believe this now equals about eighty five and a half million galleons, the numerous investments in companies such as Nimbus, Comet, Bolt, the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly, Dervish and Bangs, the Leaky Cauldron, most of the shops in Knockturn Alley and shares in the Quidditch International Inc."
"You also own several Quidditch teams, holding the power to shut them down, pull players or put on your own. The Wasps, The Arrows, the Cannons (shut them down not only because they're shit, but hey imagine your old best friends face) and the Harpies (a few singles on the team might want to get to know them better)."
Harry smirked, trust Sirius.
"Now I leave you will all ten on my properties, my old Cadillac and my flying Harley Davidson. Keep the bike and car they're pleasures to ride. Get some new clothes, piss of out of you relatives house, get a few girls, I know a certain girl who has her eye on you. And basically live life, fuck Voldemort until he comes after you and be the teenager you are, with out the restriction. You my son are now a legal adult. And the Lord Black and with it the Lord Potter have fun.
"Sirius, over and out."
The image disappeared from view.
There was outrage. Remus and Tonks stood demanding an explanation while Dumbledore tried to keep order and manipulate them round to his ways. Harry sat still watching considering who was really loyal to him, the Tonks and Remus out of most of them, though if they came round as the Black Lord he could also bring Narcissa and Draco round through obligation to the family.
"Silence! You will not argue in these sacred halls!" the Goblin yelled. "It is disrespectful to the deceased. And the one person who has not partaken in the arguing."
People looked around trying to see someone else then. "No its okay, Sir Goblin." many paled they knew that voice. "I now know who I can trust and who I can't. That is invaluable to me"
Harry stepped from the shadows his billowing cloak reminding them all of a certain Potions Master. "And now I have the resources to pay them back. Goblin my belongings and my Godfather's pensive please?"
"Certainly, Mr Potter." the goblin clicked its fingers and a brief case, a key to a vault and a key ring of hat looked like house keys appeared. "I believe the vehicles mentioned in the Will are in the garage of the property the New Forest."
"Thank you. I will depart now." Harry made leave the room, but stopped in between Dumbledore and the traitors and Remus and the two Tonks women. "I know what lies in the scrolls and I must say no matter how much any of you beg I will not take it back." he turned and spoke to his allies. "I will go about the business of bringing you back into the family once I get the chance."
Andromeda Tonks bowed. "Thank you, My Lord."
"Don't bow. It was a pleasure. Bye Remus, Tonks." he nodded at them both and left the room.
* * * *
In an abandoned apparent building in the large city of London seven figures were crouched round a small fire they had going in the middle of the floor. They were rejects and outcasts, forced together by circumstances out of their control. Two were kicked out of their family for being beings that their family didn't understand, one was a Veela who hated using her charm and beauty to get everything she wanted, one had been ejected from her family because of a curse brought down upon her, one was a vampire who refused to drink off of humans, one came from the Helsing line of Dark creature killers, kicked out because of him refusing to kill living, breathing and innocent creatures and one was an abandoned experiment gone wrong.
Vikki had sat her arm wrapped around her little sister Katie, hugging her tight, sharing each others body heat. The two were what people called changelings, children replaced with magical creatures. Their biological mother had been dying and with her last strength she had replaced to human children with that of her young. It wasn't until they're powers of strength, speed and love for rare meat came along were they found and thrown out of the only home they knew.
Next to them fiddling with his guitar was Sammy. A vampire kicked from his clan because he refused to drink human blood or any blood at all if he could help it. He fed once a month on a cow, pig or sheep. As a child he always knew it was wrong to kill, and once he could make his own decisions he had left to live his life as a human, or as near human as he could.
Leaning against his legs, and using her powers to make pictures in the fire was Rita. A Veela, who, unlike other Veela was not arrogant, conceited and convinced she deserved everything in life. While others of her kind used their charm to get what they wanted she refused to do that, learning what she could to get where she wanted and for that she was thrown from her family.
At a window looking up at the nearly full moon was the resident Werewolf, Nina. As a three year old she was bitten by a werewolf, her pureblood family had rejected her, her brothers and sisters fearing her and her parents not being able to afford any type of help. Her red hair shone in the moonlight.
Then the two boys were in the corner, though they didn't admit it out loud the two were together in all senses of the word. At the moment playing chess. Frankie, a Helsing, brought up into a world of black and white, brought up to kill evil and protect the light. But he had realised not everything was black and white. Patches of grey, werewolves who chained themselves up and never killed, vampire who didn't drink human blood, creatures who wanted nothing ore than to left alone, and it was these views that had got him disowned from his family.
Frankie's boyfriend Rastie, un friendly and anti social, managed to sneak out of his country where a Voodoo wizard brought him back to life wrong, with his magic, his mind and his sanity, needing to eat dead human flesh to live he was a ghoul. He looked human but he felt no pain and nothing but being burned alive or a head shot would kill him.
This was the band of misfits Harry had met in the bar; the band of misfits had rejected him, all except one. Vikki had gone to that pub every night since they had met him in hope she would find him. She felt a kindred spirit in him, and she had liked it.
And tonight would be no difference. She stood up and walked over to where her coat was. As she walked towards the door the others stood up, she looked at them an eyebrow raised. "Yes?"
Sammy shrugged. "You're going to the bar, again, to look for Harry, again. We thought we would tag along." he said the last bit rather sheepishly.
"Fine." she smiled. Pleased to have her friends with her. "Let's get going."
* * * *
The bar was quiet; only three other people were there. A man in a moth eaten suit and a woolly hat, a woman dressed in street walker clothes, downing shots to get rid of all memories of her 'customers' and a man sitting at the bar, a three quarter length leather jacket over what was obviously a hoody due to the fact the hood was up and covering his head.
The group made their way to the pool table like always. Sammy, Rita, Frankie and Rastie started a game of doubles while Katie and Nina started throwing darts at the dart board. Vikki walked over to the bar staying away from the man with his face covered. People like that usually had something dangerous to hide. Ordering the usual she carried the drinks over to the table and sat down.
Eventually the game of Darts finished and Katie walked over to her sister while Nina watched the fifth game of pool. Katie stared long and hard at her sister, as if trying to work out a puzzle. Finally she couldn't take it any more and Vikki burst out. "What?"
Katie smirked. "I've never seen you this hung up over a guy. I mean yeah he was cute and all, but seriously? What makes you think he won't find out that we're just a load of freaky street kids?"
Vikki shrugged. "I don't know he just didn't seem the type. I mean you heard what he said about how his relatives treated him, sound familiar?" Vikki told her sister, referring to how their mother had treated them after their Changeling nature had been revealed.
"That and you might find a drinking partner who can keep up with you?" Katie smirked as Vikki blushed. "Come on we've been here for like three hours, I think it's time to leave."
They waited for the others and left, none of them noticing the man in the leather and hood standing up and following them silently.
* * * *
The seven made their way down the roads and Alleys toward the old apartment building they used as a home. Rastie was leading, sniffing out the way to ensure they didn't happen on to any humans or worse wizards.
It was wizards that made up most of the Hunters and both light and dark Wizards would kill them if they found them. Narrow minded race as they were. Since the word Voldemort had returned more and more Death Eater hunting parties had been rallied against their kind and while most of their kind deserved it, the group were peaceful and didn't want to kill the innocent, not that that mattered to the Death Eaters. And it wasn't as if they could go to the Ministry or Dumbledore, both lived in worlds only Black and White.
Rastie stopped suddenly, holding up his hand. "Shit." he turned and sniffed the Alley they were about to walk down. "Dark Magic, Eaters. I think" he told them. He them sniffed around. "Bugger!" was all he managed before there were the cracks and pops of Apperation and the group were surrounded by Wizards in Dark robes and masks.
"Aw, look at the itty bitty dark creatures!" a woman mocked, in a baby voice. "Worse than the poor ikcle Muggles they are." she sounded half crazy. "What should we do Lucius, I wanna kill the Veela and use her blood to make me pretty." she asked pleadingly.
Rita's eyes went wide, Veela blood when consumed in a potion created a powerful glamour potion. Sammy stepped protectively in front of her. The twenty or so Death Eaters laughed. "I think the boy disagrees with you, Bellatrix." a man's smooth voice rang out clearly. "Scum like that shouldn't be allowed."
Vikki was about to respond when a voice rang out through the deserted street. "Like you can talk, Malfoy."
The Death Eaters turned, Vikki's eyes widened when she saw the man from the bar, the one who had his hood up. He was leaning casually against a lamp post, the light creating shadows that made the darkness under his hood even darker. "How much did you have to pay the Ministry to get you out?" the voice continued. "Thousands? Or was it millions?"
"Who the hell are you?" another voice rang out, it was youthful and young.
The man pushed himself against the lamp post so he was now standing. "Draco, I'm surprised. Weren't you recently given a chance out?" the disappointment evident in his voice. "Alas, maybe I'll give you another chance. Run now and you won't die or be imprisoned like I plan for these others to be."
"Is the big ban man to afraid to show his face?" the woman asked in a baby voice again.
"For you, Bella? Never." the man pulled his hood down. Gasps were heard.
"Harry?" Vikki asked.
The female Death Eater's reaction was worse. "POTTER!?"
Vikki's mind was rushing, Harry Potter, as in the Boy-Who-Lived? She had fallen for the Boy-Who-Lived, the embodiment of all things light besides Albus Dumbledore."
"Hey, Bella. I have some serious pay back to give out. And you know what they say about pay back. You're the bitch." before anyone could say anything he pulled his wand. "Crucio!"
The spell hit Bella, everyone watched as Harry's face remained emotionless as Bella writhed beneath the torture curse. This wasn't right, the Boy-Who-Lived using a Dark Curse. After about twenty seconds he took it off of her. He was gasping as she climbed to her feet. "How-? The Ministry-?"
"I've been through a lot since then, Bella." Harry smirked, and not a nice smirk, the type that Rastie got when he was about to eat a fresh body, it was hungry and primal. "Did I mean it enough then?"
Bella was speechless. Finally she screamed. "KILL HIM!"
The Death Eaters as one threw the emerald green of the killing curse at him. Harry spun and vanished. He appeared behind one of the Death Eaters. "Diffindo." he spat, drawing his wand around the front of the Death Eater's throat, using it like a knife and slitting the man's throat. Blood spat out and the man fell to the floor. He gazed at the remaining Death Eaters, who had yet again become shocked and silent at what had just happened, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor had just killed.
As the thud of the body hitting the floor was heard the Death Eater's leapt into action. Spells flew everywhere, Harry ducked and dodged, spells flying from him as well, hitting various Death Eaters, a few vanished, others fell to the floor Dead or unconscious. Finally it was just Malfoy and Bellatrix left.
Bellatrix and Harry leapt at each other, spells flying. Finally Bella got one in, catching Harry in the gut with a cutting charm, he fell to his knees and clutched his side. Bell smiled with victory. "Good bye Potter." he pointed her wand at the back of his neck. "Reducto!" she hissed.
The back of Harry's neck exploded, leaving a hole that went through his spine, windpipe and Adam's Apple, there was a gargling sound as blood continued to try and pump and he fell to the floor, blood pooling around his neck and head in an obscure disfigured halo.
The two remaining Death Eater's then advanced on the group, who backed away, Sammy was hissing, Nina was growling deep down in her throat and Rastie, cracking his knuckles trying to get ready for a fight bared his teeth. Lucius raised his wand and was about to say the first spell when there was a hiss and Malfoy was thrown upwards and forwards cracking his back on a lamp post, his back bending double, he fell to the floor obviously dead.
All eye turned yet again, to land on the figure of Harry getting to his feet. Beneath his chin the flesh was knitting back together and healing. Bellatrix gasped in horror. Harry smirked. "Want to try again Bella-bitch?" he watched dispassionately as she turned and vanished with a pop. Harry then fell to his knees gasping and holding his throat.
Vikki ran over to him. "Are you okay?"
Harry shook his head. "Water, need water." he gasped, as he collapsed.
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