Duality

This is a work of Fan fiction. All of the original characters, organizations, techniques, summon animals and events portrayed in this fictional literature are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Though the majority of the events and most characters take place in and are a part of the Certain Magical Index (including spinoffs) universe by Kazuma Kamachi, and of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter.

Normal speech: I hate paperwork. I bet Minato died just to escape this.

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Scroll/Book/Author notes/Event/ Titles: The Poltergeists Incidents

Demon/Summon or Fusion speech: Finally, I am free. In your face Potter!

Human Thinking: 'Oh, Shit.'

Demon/Summon or Fusion Thinking: 'Oh, Shit is right! You are royally screwed bitch!'

Techniques/Spells: Imagine Breaker

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Chapter 1: Had Enough

Harry James Potter was cringing in pain as he clutched his bleeding side, crouching behind an A.C vent as it was peppered by bullets. He used the short respite in the fire to break cover and throw spells back at his attackers, though that seemed counterproductive when his attackers seemed to just be enflamed even more by his response.

'What the fuck crawled up their asses…bloody wankers…I didn't do a damn thing to them!' Harry erected a shield as one of his attackers threw glowing bags of something. And they were not grenades, well they acted like grenades sure, but these were magic.

What scared and shook Harry was the fact they were using modern weapons alongside magic ones. Harry threw a bone breaker against an invisible enemy who came into visibility to strike at Harry with a drawn dagger, it was only Harry's seeker reflexes that saved him from being skewered.

The leader of the group a black haired man with a manic look in his eyes, a smile on his lips that would beat even Bellatrix if compared, a large burn scar that stretched across the left side of his face giving him a frightening visage, he taunted in his gravelly voice Harry "avuto abbastanza, Peverell feccia! (Had enough, Peverell scum!)"

'Peverell? Fuck I'm being chased by complete maniacs…' He ducked under into another alleyway dodging bullet fire, Harry applied the abverto spell behind him to change the bullets trajectories away from him, but he was losing ground and this was a battle of attrition.

'Fuck, these guys are making me miss, Voldemort and his death munchers.' Harry felt a bullet punch through his abverto shield and through his left shoulder, his entire body jerked forward from the impact and he nearly lost grip of his wand. Harry quickly threw up a fortis abverto shield and not a moment too soon as the shield registered a loud thump as a high caliber bullet struck high and would have punched a hole through Harry's head.

'Definitely not Voldemort's guys, he wants me alive, these guys are aiming kill shots.' Harry counted his lucky stars that he survived till now, he gripped his burning left shoulder casting a few numbing charms over the injury and gritting his teeth he reacted as any 19 year old in his position being hunted and taunted would, he raised his hand over the cover giving them the finger and calling out in heavily accented Italian "venuto qui e ti faccio vedere quanta! Stronzo! (Come here and I'll show you how much! Asshole!)"

As they renewed their attack on him from that insult, Harry waited for them to close in and when they got close enough he threw a pouch of Peruvian instant darkness powder 'Thank you Gred and Forge…' once they had lost sight of him he transfigured a wall at the entrance of the alley and turned on his heel and dashed away.

Harry knew that would only buy him a few minutes but a precious few minutes it would be, long enough for him to jack a nearby Taxi using magic and drove away from the streets of Tivoli, Italy and headed straight for Rome. 'Guess now I know why no Potter has ever found the Villa, fucking wankers are keeping it from us.'

Harry sighed as he left the now shrinking city of Tibur (Tivoli) in the background, speaking aloud to himself "Must remind myself to thank Moody, if it wasn't for him and that constant vigilance drilled into my head I wouldn't have seen that alleyway as my best escape option."

Harry looked in the rearview mirror, scowling at his own reflection "But who the fuck were those tosspots…" Harry noticed something glinting in the distance behind the car only this glint seemed to be moving ever closer at rapid speed, Harry's eyes widened and swerved hard to the left letting a truck in front of him take the missile to the back.

Harry began to sweat as he noticed bullet fire aimed sporadically at him, a single SUV gave him chase from road while a black Helicopter gave chase from the skies. Harry braced as the SUV bumped into the back of his car, he snapped furiously shouting back in the Queen's English "This car is a lend, you bloody sods! Don't scratch the paint!" Pointing his wand over his shoulder at the SUV and shouted "Bombarda!"

The sound of a cannon blast rang behind him as he hit the SUV dead center covering it in smoke, Harry relaxed slightly as he only had to deal with the helicopter. He lurched forward when something slammed into the back of the car, he turned to see that the SUV had come out of the smoke with nothing more than a dent on its hood from the bombarda spell, Harry noted that a few runes were glowing on the car etched into the frame, Harry thumped the steering wheel in frustration then immediately turned around to focus his wand at the hood of the SUV and intoned "solem ignis (Solar Fire)"

The closest spell wizards have that mimics laser fire but quite draining and even more dangerous that Harry was driving and applying the spell to the enemy, trying to drill a hole and pop the hood of the car, the car itself may be protected by runes against magical attacks but it's doubtful that they'd have runes etched into the engine itself… Harry broke from the spell to swerve around a broken down vehicle as he sped up, he was glad that he used an unbreakable charm on the rear windows and side mirrors as the gun fire peppered the back of the car, he knew that the impervious spells wouldn't last too long on the tires but it held as long as it could. He hoped that once he entered Rome his pursuers call off the chase to avoid unwanted attention.

He continued applying the spell to the car behind him, and once he saw smoke come through the hole in the front of the car, Harry acted instantaneously "Deprimo! Bombarda Maxima! Defodio!"

His first spell punched a hole into the front, causing the hood to pop open and a Bombarda Maxima slammed into the engine. Harry added a gouging spell aimed at the earth behind him tearing out a nice sized portion of the earth causing the car to blow up spectacularly and be thrown about once it hit the hole.

Harry ignored the now flaming debris of the car behind him and saw that Helicopter had a mini-gun trained on him just as he reached the Toll gate for entry back into the city. Harry was shocked as they didn't seem to be bothered at all by that fact as they opened fire, Harry swerved and rammed right through the toll gate which must've jolted the radio awake cause the speakers in the car started playing "prossimo abbiamo una canzone 'Duality' dal gruppo heavy metal americano Slipknot, godersi la musica in stazione Rai Radio 2(next we have a song 'duality' from American heavy metal band Slipknot, enjoying music on station Rai Radio 2)"

The music started with a whisper as it played out, Harry barely paid attention to the song but liked the tune of it and made a mental note to listen to it again once this shite was over with.

He headed into the city dodging traffic, sticking to the outer limits, aiming to reach a magical floo point to escape to the Italian Ministry of Magic. It was nearly the end of the song that the car began to slow down as it showed that Harry was nearly out of gas, but he didn't have time to stop the car neatly without getting peppered by that gun.

So Harry threw open the door and jumped out just as the car hit the cement barrier and was thrown skyward as it flipped over a distance and stopped, smoke coming out of it. Harry didn't have the luxury to cater to his bruised probably broken ribs when in roll he bodily slammed into the cement barrier, wheezing he pushed himself up to see that the copter was hovering letting down ropes and in the distance he could hear sirens, Harry knew that the crowd in the restaurant across the street were watching probably filming this and any magic would be a breach of the International Statue of Secrecy but Harry didn't care as he swished his wand and a purple bolt of energy erupted out, the strongest cutting spell he knew "Perseco Maxima!"

His spell hit the section that connected the body and the tail of the Helicopter and going through to cut few of the Helicopter blades above it as well because of this the pilot had no control of direction and couldn't do a thing as it dropped straight down like a rock.

His vision began to blur and he saw that few of his pursuers were still alive and began to move towards him. Harry tried to protect himself but didn't have any energy to lift his arms. The sound of sirens and gunshots were the last thing he heard before he lost consciousness.

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Harry woke from a fitful dream, a nightmare of the night Voldemort returned to power and the murder of Cedric Diggory. He pulled himself upright and looked around and saw that the adjacent table had a glass of water ready for him, grateful he gulped it down before studying the room he was in. It looked like a magic suppression room and he wasn't in possession of his wand. He sighed in relief 'At least the Italian ministry got me rather than the muggles.'

He was certain it was the Italian Ministry of Magic that held him right now, just by the suppression room…England had no suppression room. That and the fact that the room didn't really block the noise behind the door and loud argument in Italian. From what Harry could gather someone was arguing against meeting him and the other voice was sternly telling to back off. Harry could contemplate all he wanted but in another moment the runes etched into the walls glowed and faded and the door swung open.

A young woman with auburn hair and red eyes, her figure was hidden by the robes but Harry could tell with a glance it wasn't something a male could ignore add to the fact that she was probably just a few years older than Harry stepped inside and spoke in lightly accented English "Mr. Potter, I'm Celphine Fiore. Minister of Magic to Italia Magica."

Harry couldn't stop the utter surprise on his face from showing, she gave a small smile "That expression seems to be the most prevalent one, whenever I introduce myself to anyone from Britain I suppose. I had heard tell of your Ministry's self-imposed isolationism and ignorance of the world beyond their borders, tell me is it really as bad as they say it is?"

"Let's put it this way, Minister Fiore. I didn't even know that someone as young as you could or was the Minister for Italy…um, no offense meant by that." Getting nervous by the firm stare and that he was actually checking out the Minister for Magic of Italy.

Her laughter only served to make Harry even more nervous "I'll take that as a compliment, Mr. Potter. But on to more serious matters, I was advised against meeting you by a number of my Auror's Mr. Potter. They had told me that you were dangerous and probably were the direct cause for the incident that nearly shattered the Statue of Secrecy."

Harry sighed, he was boiling on the inside though and it seemed Britain's propaganda against him reached far beyond its borders. She noticed his hesitation "Rest assured Mr. Potter, not everyone take what the English are saying about you at face value. It is why I wished to speak with you, are you aware of who you fought with? Or who those people worked for?"

Harry just shook his head, Minister Fiore visibly relaxed "Good, Would you be willing to testify to that under Veritaserum?"

At Harry's tentative nod she waved her hand and his shackles fell off, "Then till you do you are my personal guest Mr. Potter."

"Till I do…? I'm on trial?"

"You've been knocked out for 2 days so you aren't aware of this but after your…um incident within 15 hours the ICW held an emergency session, the Italian ICW representative was sworn to secrecy so even I don't know the details but I am told that you are to be in Hague, to stand before the International Court of Magic. You needn't worry, the Court would never convict you out of hand, not when the facts are in your favor. But this is a very rare thing Mr. Potter, the infamous White Council is gathering just for you but I suppose that has to do with who you are and the people you know. Not many people can get French Ambassador Delacour to vouch for them and even less people will have Goblin CEO Ragnok willingly sit in an emergency session and actively take interest in your wellbeing of all things."

Harry just chuckled softly, "I'm surprised Mr. Delacour actually likes me after the fiasco that happened in my fourth year. Any way I can thank him for sticking up for me."

"You may speak to him yourself Mr. Potter, he's right outside the room. But he isn't the only one who vouched for you Mr. Potter, there were numerous letters from one Ms. Hermione, McGonagall, entire clan of Weasleys and some nasty Howlers from the Matriarch of the clan. You owe me a desk Mr. Potter, I had no idea Howler's could go high enough that the magic combusts. Mrs. Weasley is now effectively nicknamed Dragon Lady by our offices, with the way her Howlers spew flames along with words."

"Heh he…sorry about that…what exactly did Mrs. Weasley rant about?"

"Only that you were absolutely foolish for putting yourself in such dangerous situations and that we should know the law and release you as soon as possible or…" she cleared her throat "to quote her 'come down here and shove a howler down our throats so that our asses could sing to us'. As threats go, that was the most unique one I have ever received since my tenure as Minister." She saw him about to apologize, she promptly waved him off "It's completely understandable, but your situation is more precarious than they realize, right now most of the magical communities around the world are watching this incident and the resulting verdict whether you are guilty or innocent will mean quite a bit in the long run." She dropped small pouch on Harry's lap, which he opened to see the numerous letters addressed to him by his friends and pseudo family members along with his wand.

Harry flexed his wrists, he held his wand and felt the magic sing to him "When exactly am I to stand before the White Council?"

She gestured him to follow her "We may discuss this in my office Mr. Potter."

And follow her he did and it was then Harry saw a man blonde hair and beard to match, storm grey eyes, dressed in official looking robes over which he had a purple stripped scarf. His eyebrows furrowed in a deep scowl before they changed at meeting Harry's sight, he spoke flawless English if only slightly accented "Ah, Monsieur Harry Potter, I'm Fiacre Delacour. French Ambassador to the Magical Realm, we've met only briefly in your fourth year."

"Its pleasure to meet you Monsieur Delacour…and I would like to formally apologize for the farce that was the Tri-Wizard Tournament, that tournament was meant for Fleur, Cedric and Victor I had no business being involved regardless of my desire against it." Harry took a deep breath "And also thank you for vouching for me during recent events."

Delacour studied Harry for a bit before chuckling softly "I had known your personality and disposition since the Tri-Wizard Tournament, only supposition of course, but I'm glad to see that my supposition was correct even after all these years. You are a brave young man placed before trials none your age should've ever faced but due to the inadequacies of the adults in your lives you've been forced into such positions, the fact that your actions regarding my daughters during the Tournament speaks highly of your nobility and sense of fair play but alas those same actions come off to others as attention grabbing. It is the inevitability of being in the spotlight, your every action will be argued over, examined for flaws…like how this recent incident has had the English Ministry feel vindicated in regards to you but unlike them I see your actions as they are, hence why I vouched for you."

There was a pause before Ambassador Delacour added with a wide grin "The fact that my youngest has got a crush on you the size of the Eiffel tower, that Fleur threatened to never speak to me if I didn't and that my wife threatened me with the couch if Fleur ever went through with her threat or if I made Gabrielle cry by my inaction has absolutely nothing do with it."

Harry furious blush was all that was needed for the Italian Minister and Mr. Delacour to share a hearty laugh. They soon reached the Italian Minister's office, all the while ignoring the pointed stares by the office workers who spotted Harry, many of them holding looks of pity and just as many accusing looks.

As the three sat, the Italian Minister informed Harry "You'll be standing before the White Council in about 2 weeks' time, they will question you rigorously regarding this incident and may enforce the use of Veritaserum or even Magical Oath so you must be prepared for that eventuality."

Harry grew startled, he had no clue such an organization existed which could enforce a magical oath his voice dry as he realized the power this Council wielded "Enforce?"

Mr. Delacour responded first "Yes as is their right, understand Mr. Potter that the White Council is far older than the ICW, it was founded by Merlin…a magical counterpart to King Arthur's Round Table though the Council's purview is the protection of the Magical Realm and enforcement of its international law. The Statute of Secrecy is a fairly new piece of legislature in the eyes of the Council but its enforcement is seen as advantageous and for those who break the law on an international stage, well if they aren't brought to heel by the parent ministry then the Council intervenes. They also like the muggle World Court handle convicting international magical criminals and arbitration between magical states."

"Their authority is absolute but it is bound by their own laws, so you needn't worry about being thrown through another sham of a trial Monsieur Potter. They will require me and Lady Celphine to be present during the proceedings as well as…individuals from the English Ministry."

Any questions from Harry were interrupted when an aide knocked on the door and once given entry said "Forgive the intrusion Signora, but the Muggle Liaison have been getting a lot of angry calls from one Dudley Dursley who has errr…" The aide looked at the slip of paper and gulping audibly read "informed us to inform Signor Potter here that 'I'll pound your limy hide, the moment I see you with a rolling thunder if you don't have the sacs to explain why you're on the godforsaken telly…' that was all he had said Signora"

The Minister dismissed the aide and sent a puzzled look at Harry a look shared by Fiacre Delacour before his expression morphed into amusement, Harry on the other hand was calmly drinking a cup of tea the entire time the message was relayed by the aide.

He softly placed the cup down and deadpanned one word that had Monsieur Delacour chortling,

"Bollocks…"

Yo! I'm still alive! Sorry for not updating my other stories but as you can read I've been kinda busy dealing with plot bunnies and I've just finished my 2nd Sem exams yesterday so yeah...

I'll be updating my other stories as quickly as possible and please read my story Bleed Black, a HpXDiablo fic

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