Power He Knows Not A Slayers & Harry Potter Spamfic

"What in the name of Shabranigdo is this?"

"I think it's a baby, Lina."

The red head brought her fist down on the blonde. "I can tell it's a baby, yogurt for brains. I want to know why it's here and where it came from?"

"There's a note, Miss Lina."

The red head, Lina, grimaced. With a glance at their fourth companion she reached for the paper perched on the basket. The man remained stoicly silent, with a raised eyebrow. Lina swore as she felt the tingle from touching the paper. Deciding that she was already screwed, she opened the envelope and began to read.

"Greetings. If you're reading this, let me apologize for the deception and the geas. It was necessary for the safety of this child. You will be required to raise him, to the best of your ability, to be a great hero of the wizarding world. He has a great destiny, please help him prepare for it. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster et al. P.S. His name is Harry Potter."

Lina Inverse glanced down at the boy in the basket and began to grin. "Great Wizard huh? I can do that."

"Oh, good," A new voice announced. "You found my little gift."

Lina's eyebrow twitched. "Xellos, this is your doing?"

Xellos smirked. Lina smiled and glanced at the baby in her arms. "First lesson kid. Dragon Slave!"

Xellos decided that Lina needed some time to get used to motherhood and wisely vanished.

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Harry grimaced as the newly reincarnated Voldemort began to explain dueling. The idiot was actually going to face him and expected him to duel with those silly sticks. Harry nearly laughed out loud, but he focused and began drawing in power.

"And now we bow."

Harry ignored the man. "Darkness beyond twilight..."

Voldemort frowned. "I said bow. Bow to Death!"

Harry continued to speak, raising his voice slightly. "Crimson beyond blood that flows..."

The power was growing. Voldemort could feel it and he paused as he raised his wand to force his opponent to bend to his will. "What are you..."

Harry shrugged. "Yadda yadda. Dragon Slave!"

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"So these horocruxes were all destroyed?" Harry asked Dumbledore. He was sitting in a bed in the medical wing of Hogwarts. Dumbledore sat near by.

"Unfortunately not all of them, Harry."

"Wait, you found the ring. The locket and his snake were at the graveyard. The book I destroyed in my second year. You said the cup, and the diadem were destroyed. What else was there? That's all the ones you mentioned."

Albus sighed and felt everyone of his many years. "I belive that there is one last one. In you."

Harry blinked. "Me?"

"Your scar, specifically. I'm afraid that to destroy it you might have to die, Harry."

Harry laughed. "Don't be so melodramatic, old man." He reached up and unwound the bandage around his head to reveal his famous scar. He carefully picked at the edge of it until it came up and he pulled it off. He held it out to the old wizard. Dumbledore stared in shock.

"What? But how..."

"Apparently the little bit of a soul fragment couldn't handle the energies I channeled to cast certain spells. After the first time I cast a Dragon Slave, the scar just withered and fell off. I was already well known for my scar by then so I had a fake one made so people would know it was me."

Dumbledore was staring in shock.

Harry shrugged at his expression. "I lived with Lina Inverse for thirteen years. I was infamous by the time I was three. You don't associate with the Bandit Killer and not get a reputation. Ah, there she is now."

Harry grinned as Dumbledore whipped around to stare at the short red-head as she entered the infirmary.

"Are you Albus Dumbledore? I'd like to have a word about this geas."