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The expedition to the stormy island
Standing at the docks of London squinting through the foul weather is one Harry James Potter, a now 20 Year old man.
As the rain was pounding down, trying its best at penetrating the heavy coat, and soaking the man beneath. Harry himself was lost to the land of memories. Thinking no more of the weather, than he would the meaning of life. Instead thinking of the fateful day three years past, where he finally brought down Voldemort, and at the same time exiled himself from the magical world forever.
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Three years earlier.
The defeater of Lord Voldemort, and savior of Wizarding kind. Is also a man that was fated to be Lord Voldemort's equal.
Thus having a locked fate to face a man in battle who has been obsessed by magic from the moment he gained knowledge of it. Harry turned to every magic branch he could find, and would suck up what was easy to reach information.
Because he was learning magic the way a drowning man would gasp for air under water. He drowned himself in his magical theory.
So when the last battle was to begin, he realized that all he had managed to learn, was that he was a fool. All those hours to train, and learn, had done the opposite. He was now a man with a wealth of knowledge in many a different spells, and incantations. But he was nowhere near proficient enough with any of them to actually use them in battle. Opting instead to learn as many new spell as fast as he could, instead of learning a few, and master those.
So now he could not see himself employ any of the spells in real combat, or any situation actually. Figuring that instead of the well trained wand movements of a dueler, his new spells would take to much time to perform leaving himself open for attacks. So he was stuck with his rudimentary combat spells learned at Hogwarts, and a few more advanced ones.
The battle was to be held at Diagon Alley. The alley being mostly abandon, after several skirmishes, and fights between both sides in the war.
They had discussed this at a order meeting. That it would be the best place to box in, and ambush death eaters, and still have enough corners to take cover behind, while they waited for Voldemort's appearance.
Having encountered Voldemort in combat only two times after Hogwarts. He knew he could deal with any Death Eater, and still come out on top. The problem was to take down Voldemort. Over time he though he could gain knowledge, that Voldemort did not have. But he now sees that it was a fool's hope. Even if he could find anything, he held no hope to use it in combat to a degree that would ether shock, or surprise the dark lord.
So here he was, standing between what used to be, Flourish and Blotts bookstore, and a shop named "Junk Shop." The shop seemed to still be in working order, as he saw someone closing the curtains when he strode up to his position.
No more than 5 minutes went by before a group of six Death Eaters appeared. One looked, and recognized Harry, and promptly disappeared soon after." Obviously gone to get The Lord, and his happy little friends." Harry thought as the rest spread out, but stayed between the buildings. "Standard Death Eater approach." Went through Harry's mind. "Not even offering a thought to outflanking me, or that I might have a plan as to why I'm standing here all alone." You could always be sure that that they went for the same, and easiest strategy every time. "And why shouldn't they? Why change something that works?" This time though, it was not going to work. This time they where prepared, and before the leader of the group could start spewing his beliefs, and what not. He pulled his wand, and let loose a new spell sequence containing simple stunners, and more advanced cutters with nearly the same color. Having found out that the wand movements fit together in a continuous string, allowing for heavier spell casting than single spells would ever allow.
The Death Eaters targeted, though surprised that Harry was not going to follow bad guy/good guy rules, managed to get a shield up, but to the shock of the rest, two of the seemingly harmless stunners went right through, and flayed their right arms to the bone. The men sinking towards the ground screaming, the next spells in the sequence was to their fortune, stunners, and hit them right in the head. Their screams was cut off abruptly, making the rest believe that they where dead.
Harry was moving before the first Death Eaters dropped, getting to cover just as a couple of blasting curses struck the corner he just dived behind, and blasted large chunks out of it.
Coming up from his roll, he turned to some garbage they had left in the alley before they commenced the operation. He started to transfigure it into a Badger. "Damn. It takes more time than I though. Dumbledore made it seems so easy in the minister chamber. But even though it takes time, the benefit no doubt outlast the effort."
Finishing his transfiguring, just as the first Death Eater rounded the corner. The man gave a yelp of terror, and tried to lift his wand just as the Badger jumped, and bit down on the mans wand arm. As the Badgers jaws crushed down on the mans arm with enough power to snap his bones, Harry sends a weak bludgeon spell to the side of the mans head, smashing his head into the stone work of the building beside them. Sending the man crashing into unconsciousness.
The badger released the arm as soon as it heard the bone crack.
Now the other Death Eaters heard the man's screams, and the sudden oppressing silence that followed the sharp sound of his head hitting the wall.
It made them take an different approach. They put more distance between themselves, and the alley. Then started to edge along the opposite wall, so they would be able to see into the alley.
Just as the first one rounded the corner and made to take a look. A sharp crack from an apparition sounded, and distracted them. That would be the last mistake of the one looking into the alley, as at the same time a cutting curse came flying out, and struck the man in the neck, severing it, and making the man choke on his own blood.
Harry, having taken down another with his great seeker reflexes, as he heard the loud crack of apperation, and knowing that it could only signify that reinforcements had arrived. Started flinging spells at the last remaining Death Eater hoping to take out the last adversary before he could join up with his buddies.
Having no luck taking him down, and his badger dieing by a cutting curse to the head by Voldemort himself. The world seems to stop, just like the very nature was afraid of starting the last battle. -"And so it begins, time to bring in the muscle." Harry makes his wand produce sparks, which means for the rest of the order to put down anti apperation/portkey wards, and start attacking.
Chaos erupts.
Men, and woman from both sides shooting spells back and forth, some deadly, some aimed to incapacitate, even though that was changing fast, as it soon escalated into a pure gore party. In the chaos there are people bleeding, panicking. Others screaming in pain, and sorrow, some just laying lifelessly, being lost to the lands of the dead, and forgotten by the living in the heat of battle.
In the middle there are two men whom are staring at each other, ignoring everything, and being ignored by everyone around them, and by some miracle not getting hit by any stray spells.
"So at last you decide to counter attack. Potter." Voldemort spits with disgust. "I'm afraid it's too little, too late. Now feel my power, and tremble before me."
With those words Voldemort starts by sending an Avada Kedavra. Harry dodging to the side, nearly jumping into a spell from another battle. While dodging he flings a bludgeon spell at the ground in front of Voldemort. From the spell impact dust blow, and irritates the dark lords eyes, making him raise an advanced form of the shield spell so he can get the dust out of his eyes. Confident that Harry will not sort to the unforgivables, he stands still and clears his eyes. What he has not taken into account is that the only shield to absorb physical blows is the simplest form of the shield spell. So when the dark lord opens his eyes Harry is gone, having sprinted at top speed behind him.
Harry seeing a chance to end it. Pounce with a hasty conjured short sword, a sword so flimsy that it would break, if trust against bone. As he lunges at the dark lord's upper back, his aim true to his target. He sinks his weapon of choice to the hilt. He sneers in the ear of Voldemort as he dies. "You have outlived your purpose here on this earth. Your horcruxes are destroyed, and now so are you. Begone, forever."
All battle stops just as an inhuman screech escaped Voldemort's lips. He teetered forward, then fell to his knees. Tilting his head backwards. He looked at the sky, until death claimed him, and his head slowly sink back down until his chin rest against his chest.
Not deserving to die on his knees like a normal man, and feeling spiteful, Harry kicked the body so that it lay sprawled in the mud at the ground. He aimed his wand at the body and then sat it on fire.
Even corpses got secrets men could unveil.
Watching as the body of Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle burned. He remembered his fallen allies, and friends.
Rage gripped his heart as he sharply looked up. Eyes shining with an unholy fury, he look at the rest of the death eaters, and transformed from an 17 year old man into an epitome of death itself.
In the blink of an eye Harry Potter became The Judge, Jury, and most definitely executioner of the last remaining death eaters in the alley.
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The same day as the incident three years later.
Shaking his head, ridding it of both water, and hateful thoughts.
Because of his last transgressions against humanity that day, he was more or less thrown out of the wizarding community. -"You would believe that being 17, and the bloody savior of wizarding kind, would let people excuse that one action. It was not like they where not deserving of it, or anything." he scoffed.
Drawing away from his brooding mood, he looked down at his last assignment. Having received a call from a blundering old fool a couple of hours earlier. Rousing him from his latest, and what he was thinking of as his most comfortable sleep in a long while.
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A Couple of hours earlier.
In a dark room, a man was softly stirring. Having finally slipped into his own bed, and entered REM sleep after having had a week long mission, of being in a constant state of alert.
But it was not to be, as soon his cell phone would start vibrating, and play the tune. Just had sex by the lonely Island.
Reacting like a snake, his hand shot out, with his palm open towards his nightstand, and proceeded to make firewood off the poor nightstand, courtesy of a blasting spell.
Not having accomplished in silencing the device , he cracked a sleep deprived eye open, and fumbled for the phone. -"God I hate that tune. I need to get that changed." He mumbled as he finally gripped, and answered the phone. -"What!" He more or less demanded from the spiteful thing. -"Aaa good morning to you too lad." drawled a calm Scottish voice. -"Heard you where back in town, for a little R&R, after your little stint with the mob this past week." came the answer. Becoming more alert of the situation he shot back. -"Perhaps. But even if I where. That shouldn't have been information a lowly civilian captain like yourself should be able to get. So do tell. How did you know I was back Angus, and so soon, no less after the termination of my mission?" Frost now crawling into the conversation. Giving a small chuckle Angus drones on in his calm voice. -"Never mind that lad, I guess we can chalk it up to luck if you want. Anyway we got more important things to discuss." -"Yeah. Because knowing about top secret information is common stuff." Knowing that the old man was changing subjects, Harry just let it go, as he was thinking that the sooner he got to the core of the problem, he could solve it, and then get back to his wonderful sleep. -"So what is this important thing you want to discuss, because if it's one of those pub crawl ideas of yours, I am going to gut you, and feed you to the pigs. I still got a hangover from the last time you dragged me out." Hearing a nervous cough from the other side of the line, he smirked. Confident that Angus would get to the point rather quickly. -" Ahem. Yes, its about an exploration, and last time I checked you where fond of traveling, and checking out old locations. So to get to the real point, I find myself in the employment of an certain Dr. Whitman, and his apprentice. They are shooting a documentary film of the Yamatai, and as it's most probably that we would meet tribes, IF and I mean if we find this place. It would be good to have someone capable like yourself at our side. But most likely it would be a nice place for you to finally calm down, and get that vacation you need, as the trip is predicted as rather uneventful." Taking a moment to wrap his head around what the old man was proposing, he agreed to the deal. -" Okey, you got yourself a deal old man, how long until we sail, and from where?" -" That's my boy! Great having you with us, I knew I could count on you. We sail today, supplies are being loaded as we speak, and we should be ready to go around midday. We leave from down at the London docks, you can make that right?" -"Hell, old man. Whats up with the deadline? I would need to get a move on very soon, but sure. I guess I'm going to make it by a fair margin." -"That's great lad, I see you there then." But before Harry gets to ask for which dock it is, he hears a click, and sighs. -"Damn old bastard, not telling me the specific destination."
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Back at the present.
Knowing that the old bastard would have called from an phone booth, he was not able to get in touch with him again. So he called around to the different docks, and asked if the ship Endurance was situated there.
Gazing down at the people moving around the docks, he could still see people working hard at loading the ship, so he guess he was still on time.
Thinking that a little payback was in order. He sneaked over to the ship, hiding behind crates, and maneuvering around the people working.
He jumped the railing, and landed with nary a sound. Creeping around at deck, he closed in on an doorway. Hearing steps, and people talking approach, he flung himself behind an corner.
He peeked around the corner, and could see that the talking pair decided to lean against the railing, and that the one talking is a brunette with short hair, wearing a leather jacket over some casual blue jeans.
She is also holding a camera that she is obviously filming the dock crew loading the ship. She also occasionally swing the camera up to her partners face as she talks to her -" What do you think of the crew? Lara." Now taking a glimpse at her conversation partner, he sees that she is also a brunette, just with slightly longer hair done up in an ponytail. Wearing a tank top, and some jeans, Harry takes a educated guess that they are not intending to stand outside for long.
-"They all seem to know their professions well, and they also seem like friendly people. Even though Reyes seems to have a personal agenda against me." The one called Lara responds, and frowns at the thought.
Not particularly interested in the gossip of the ship, he slipped through the doorway, and make his way to the bridge. Keeping his senses at high alert, he sneaks past a couple of more crew members, just snapping up the name Reyes again, and getting a face to the name.
Having found his target at the bridge checking maps with an older man named Roth. He surges forward, quiet as death. He aims, and lash out with a open hand at the captain, and strikes perfectly. The old man goes right to the ground, with a stunned expression on his face, and a red welt in the form of a hand beginning to form at his right cheek.
The man Roth reacts surprisingly fast to the threat. He whips around, raising his fist in an attack stand, and lash out at the unknown foe before him.
Harry being the one to initiate the attack, though surprised at the mans fast recovery, is more than ready for action, and reacts accordingly to the man coming from a relaxed position.
As the arm closes he grabs the offending limb, pulling the man over his hip, and throws him clean across the room. Having enough thought to cast a subtle cushioning charm with his wand at the area the man would fall. He turns, and walk over to the downed captain.
Lifting the man a little from the floor, he yells in his face. -"What kind of business are you running old man? Sending for me at the last possible minute, and not telling me where I'm going? You ought to get a harder whopping than a smack in the face."
Still being slightly confused from the hit, Angus, at hearing the voice of his favorite associate ranting at him. Makes him break out in a big smile. -"Dear lad. You need someone to keep you at your toes. You would be of no use if you where to become unable to procure information on your own, would you not?"
Releasing the man. Harry turns around, and sees Roth with a confused expression on his face. Pointing his thumb over his shoulder he says. -"The old man had It coming for purposefully giving me crappy Intel about your little operation here.
Putting forward his right hand in a sign of peace, and to shake the mans hand, when he sees him accepting the apology. -"Names Harry Potter, I hope I didn't hurt you to bad there old timer." Roth just shakes his head, and brush off some dust before extending, and gripping the hand in a firm shake. -"Name's Conrad Roth. No harm done, the ground over there seemed surprisingly soft though." Turning his eyes to Grim he says. -" You might want to check that it's no structural weakness there before we leave."
He ignores the hurt outburst from the captain about his ship being in mint condition, in favor of studying the youth before him. -"I have to ask to what your purpose on this ship is? Seeing as we are about to set sail for Japan." Harry at hearing that snaps around, and catch Grim's eyes. -"To be an old captain you have a weird way of informing your crew to what they are supposed to be doing." Grim having recovered from the ordeal earlier, just wave his hand. -"No. Not really. It's just your buttons that is fun to push."
Counting to ten, he calms down. Answering Roth's question. -"Well as Grim should have told you, he called me in to babysit your researchers at the off chance of them meeting tribes, or something along those lines."
Roth at hearing this lets loose a guffaw of laughter. Harry slightly confused as to the reaction, turns to Grim. Seeing the man holding a big grin too, he turns back to Roth.
Roth at seeing the confusion explains before Harry can ask. -"We got a rather feisty young lady on board. I myself was a royal marine back in the day, but I still think I can do what most can't even at my age. I guess I say this with no small pride, but Lara is a damn fine lady, and does everything I do, and do it better to boot. So if it is someone going to need help, I believe it's going to be you, and not my little girl. But by all means, its good to have you here. I guess the good captain here is paying for your part in this expedition?"
Harry knew he was not getting anything from this trip except for the memories, but he was not going to mention that. -"Of course. Everything is in order. Even though he is an pain in the ass at most times, he pays well, and its not costing you guys anymore than it already does."
Turning back to Grim he asks. -"My room at the same place as usual?" Receiving a nod, he turns on his heels, and walks off the bridge to find his compartment. Hearing as he leaves that Roth asks for more information about him.
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Harry heads right for his compartment, steering well clear any places he saw the crew earlier.
At reaching the crew rooms he heads straight for his own. Only giving the open rooms at both sides a passing glance as he passes them. He observes some small things about his new ship mates.
-"These people obviously cares a great deal about their work." He thinks as he passes rooms filled with mechanical, and electrical gizmos, books about catching, and cooking wild game, and finding wild herbs.
-"This must be the good doc's cave." He marks himself as he passes a room filled with what seems like journals, and articles hanging by the bunk bed. -"If he is like Gilderoy. I will leave him to the savages."
Moving on he passes the two last rooms before his own, and to his great astonishment as he looks inside he sees two obviously female rooms, tinged with pink bags. -"Are those matching each other?" and clothes flung around just like there had been a great storm in there. The one room slightly more organized than the other. -"Oh, I guess that dress looks real nice on a slim body. Is that a teddy? Shaking his head at what is traces of young ladies about to go out on their first adventure, he moves on, and enters his bunk.
Closing the door he falls face down on his bed.
Too tired to bother removing his clothes manually, he waves his wand twice. Once to take off everything except his pants, and then once to transfigure his pants into comfortable sleeping wear.
Drifting off to the lands of fantasy. Sure in the knowledge that the good captain would notify his shipmates as to not disturb him before the next morning.
A small authors note: Yes I know that I just started the other one, but I soon came to realized that getting the start I wanted I would need to read the books.
So here it is, the tomb raider story.
I just started playing the new tomb raider game, and absolutely loved it. I played through it in a matter of two days.
The characters was perfect, and the young Lara.. well you can think for yourself.
For you people that started to read my other story, or to you new ones... I hope this one is better, and brings you joy, and I will see what I can do about that other one... I have already rewriten it to some extent, but I don't think its going to see any progress in a while so I will post what I have, and we will see where it goes.