Invincible
Prologue
Harry wiped the sweat from his face and looked around the room. His wand was grasped firmly in his hand.
It was metallic, silvery and shiny. Everything was blurry and for a moment he thought his glasses must have fallen off. But it was the pain, phenomenal and exceeding what his scar had ever cause.
He groaned and rolled onto his back. She was here somewhere. And so was he.
Harry Potter took the pain on and got to his feet, staggering towards the door. It was wooden, out of place in the room of metal.
He raised his wand, spoke the blasting spell and the door was blasted from off its hinges. Harry stagged through the doors, seeing double as the pain crashed upon him like waves.
He screamed and it doubled, falling on his side and dropping his wand. It rolled away.
'Where are you?' Harry screamed. His eyes were squeezed shut and he slammed his fist into the floor.
He heard laughing, that maniac's laugh. It was loud and cold, sending shivers down his spine as it always did.
'Give her to me!' Harry roared, his eyes opening, the clear green eyes scanning the room through the pain.
'Give her back!'
Another metal room, identical to the other. Had he even gone through the door or was had he simply fallen back into the first room? But the door was intact, and so Harry took his wand up and tried to get to his feet.
And then the pain was gone, and it was so sudden, so surprising Harry stumbled.
And then he ran destroying the intact door.
The next room had three doors, and with strangled frustration Harry picked the left hand one, kicking it open. In one hand he held his wand, and then slowly he drew a knife from his belt.
It was a long metal passage way, and he slowly walked, pausing at the corner and peering around. The hallway was deserted.
She was laughing as they walked through the muggle park, smiling cheerfully. He joined in, not a care in the world between the two newly weds.
Harry ran around the corner, his wand raised and ready, a curse on his lips. Another corner. He slowly moved around it.
Out of nowhere an explosion.
People were screaming, he was yelling for her to run, looking around frantically. Who did it?
He ran towards the smoke cloud, sensing the magic, and the raw power he felt was frightening. He turned and saw her, running towards their house when he came.
Finally, another door. He kicked it down, and he was into another room altogether.
It was dark, the lights off, but computer screens lit the floor up, and Harry walked over to the computers, looking at them in confusion.
He searched the room for any sign of life, but found nothing. He frowned. What was going on?
He looked at the screens now. On each screen was a word in big bold writing. He read them and then his eyes widened in shock.
YOU WERE TOO SLOW. LEFT HAND CORNER. RUN FAST.
In the left hand corner he found a small capsule, a timer ticking down. Harry swore, recognising the magical bomb that had exploded in the park.
Harry yelled in horror, running towards her, whipping out his wand but not daring to fire while she was between him and her captor.
He ran as hard as he could, but suddenly his legs were taken out from under him and he crashed too the turf. He looked back where the explosion had gone off and saw a second man walking towards him, wand out.
His face was covered with a black mask. The mask was a face contorted in pain, and Harry shivered at the realism of the detail etched into the face.
He grabbed his wand and fired a curse at the man, but he simply cast a shield spell and then cast a curse of his own back at Harry. Harry rolled out of the way barely in time.
The curse hit where he had been a moment before and the grass erupted into flames.
Harry got to his feet and ran, feeling the grass with his hand. It was slippery and slick, he frowned in confusion; it certainly wasn't dew.
Then
with horror he saw the fire growing, spreading along the grass at a
phenomenal rate.
The grass was covered in oil.
Harry ran as the fire chased him, casting a water spell at the fire, but it absorbed the water and grew.
The masked man and his companion flew above the fire, with no aid of broom, and the two of them held her between them.
'Ginny!' Harry yelled in agony.
He stopped for a moment, but they were directly over the fire. He couldn't go back in there…
The fire caught him, and Harry cast a shield spell over him as the burning heat raged all around him, barely being kept out by his spell.
He closed his eyes as the searing heat drew tears.
'Ginny!' He screamed over the raging flames.
The timer simply read 5:04.
Harry looked at it for half a second and then knew he couldn't disarm it. He didn't have the slightest clue how to.
So once again he was running, back out the door, along the passage and out the door. Where was he? He had heard the laugh; the mad man was in the building.
And there he was, the mask on his face. Harry yelled in fury and leapt at him. His knife flashed through the air, but he was waiting for Harry and blocked the knife with one of his own.
'Where is she?' Harry roared.
Beneath the mask he smiled.
'Not here obviously,' he said. His voice was high and full of madness, and every syllable sent a shiver down his spine.
'Tell me!' Harry shouted.
The man pushed him away, breaking the knife connection, and Harry stood and stared at him.
'Who the hell are you?' Harry asked.
'I am myself,' he said, and laughed. It was a high laugh, insane and scary. Harry tried to stop goose bumps sprouting all over his body.
'Take off the mask,' Harry said coldly. 'Take it off so I can see you before you die.'
The man shook his head animatedly, his long hair falling over his mask. Harry growled despite himself, and once again he laughed.
'Come on!' He taunted. 'Come and get me!'
He bounced on his feet, laughing manically, and Harry threw his knife at him. The man ducked the knife whizzed overhead.
'Oh ho!' He cried. 'So close!'
'WHO ARE YOU?' Harry screamed.
There was silence for a moment.
'Call me…,' he said slowly. 'Call me Voldemort; I hear he was pretty tough.'
'He was,' Harry growled.
'Yeah… got nothing on me though,' the man said, laughing loud and long.
'You're nothing compared to him,' Harry snarled.
'Really?' The man said. 'Well that's such a shame! And how did you defeat such a man?'
'Why did you take her?' Harry asked.
'I wanted to see just how powerful you were,' the man said, spinning the knife in his hand. 'I heard about this Voldemort and his power for so many years. Well where I'm from, everyone's scared of me. So I had to come here and find this man, didn't I?'
'What?'
'I had to kill him, defeat him, show the world what power really is, instead of some abandoned school kid who split his soul half a dozen times. And then you kill him, and now you're meant to be the most powerful wizard,' the man said. 'In the world!' He added, raising his hands in wonder. 'No one in this world can match you!'
Harry stayed silent.
'So now I have to kill you,' the man said. 'But that would be so easy. I don't want to just kill you! I want to do more! I want to, god I don't know what I want!' He laughed. 'But I knew a good place to start was with your girl…'
'What did you do with her?' Harry asked softly.
'Well if you can get out of here then maybe I'll tell you,' the man said. 'But I mean the clocks ticking, and quite frankly I, well the only way out is by foot, don't try Apparate out of here, that'd be quite painful.'
'And if I just kill you?' Harry yelled.
'Well then this place blows, and you never know, your girl could be in here,' the man said. 'I just, I just don't know!' He laughed.
'If I kill you everything blows up?' Harry asked. 'How?'
'Well, you know, I got this thing, dunno how you use it… guess you press the… the red button,' the man said, shrugging and taking out a black box with a red button in the middle. 'Looks like… like a detonator doesn't it?'
He moved out of Harry's way and indicated him to go past.
'I'll kill you,' Harry said coldly.
'Well there certainly is a little fight in you isn't there?' The man said. 'Now off you go!'
Harry walked past him, never taking his eyes from the mask. He walked backward to the wall and then turned the corner.
He sprinted along the hallways, through the doors, and then found himself in the second room he had come too, and the pain, so powerful and incredible, crashed onto him once again.
He yelled out but kept running, back into the first room where the pain was less, and then he reached out for the door…
But his body had taken too much, and he fell to the floor and blacked out.