Harry Potter woke suddenly, hoping his stirring hadn't affected anyone else
in the new house on Denmore Drive. Harry received the first shock at being
told they were moving, half of which was the fact that he was going with
them. His second, huge hock was the size of the house and of every room.
There were no small rooms and every cupboard were the size of the smallest
room at Privet Drive. So Harry no longer had a room where you could barely
walk around in. Rather, he had a grand room on the east wing (farthest
away from the Dursley's on the west wing). It was there that Harry gave
some serious thought to what he was going to do about the newly risen dark
lord. He had to do something and it would be a 'disappointment' to
Voldemort if he didn't.
So Harry began his training. He put his parents money to good use and found a local gym, which offered classes in martial arts and weaponry. He took it, and as he learned, was a natural and flew by those students who had been doing it for years. He also got a new look. His usually messy hair was cut short and spiked up. The tips were dyed an ever-changing color. All you had to do was think of what color you wanted and it would turn it. Harry started off with silver. Next he got a dark ruby earring. He was the bodily image of a bad ass. He also had filled out quite nicely from all the training from Quidditch and now martial arts. Also, he grew taller, at least six inches for he was now 5'11". He bought new clothes that actually fit him, from rocker clothes such as baggy jeans to regular nice clothes like suits. However, when he was done, the money his account didn't seem to have been touched.
The days of summer flew by where Harry, in an incident with the Dursley's, realized he could do wandless magic. After experimenting a few times and seeing no ministry letter came, he began to practice it, relearning all his old spells and learning more in a book titled 'Learn to Defend Yourself: A Book of Spells and Curses' given to him for his birthday by Hermione, his friend. Surprisingly, even the hard ones were easy and it took him only a few days but he had soared through it and was now three quarters done. He had also visited Diagon Alley several times using the Knight Bus because his eyesight began to get blurry with his glasses. Although it was slow, he began to see a definite color around everyone. It got to the point where Harry could see better without glasses so he discarded them. When he did, the world seemed to change completely. It was like he could see the magic seeping from everyone. The glow around every wizard solidified and he could see a red and purple aura tinted with gold and silver around him.
Due to his new senses, he could feel a few wizards on his block but he was too busy to go see who they were, so he was in luck when the Dursley's announced they would be coming over even if they had no idea they were being hosts for three wizards. That day, Harry changed the tip of his hair to a dark red and wore a pair of black rocker pants with red outlining and a dark red shirt with a black drawing of a dragon on the front. When the doorbell rang, Harry was in his room and his uncle answered in. Suddenly, Harry felt as if he were being choked by negative energy. There was only a little positive but it was overshadowed by the dark.
'Great' he thought, 'now I have to put up with Voldemort wantabee's'
It was then that Uncle Vernon's voice ran over a speaker ('Boy!') and Harry was forced to get up and go downstairs to bring them drinks. Harry almost fainted with shock once he walked into the living room. He quickly set down the glasses and backed up before anyone could see him. However, Draco Malfoy looked up and saw Harry's exposed scar and gasped out.
"Potter!!"
Lucius Malfoy looked up sharply as Harry winced and met his eyes, a small malicious smile forming on his lips. Uncle Vernon snarled though and backed away from the Malfoy's and was muttering things like 'freaks' and 'tainting my house'. Mr. Malfoy looked at Mr. Dursley and cast a non-magic detector on the house. Harry knew what was coming next so he drew his wand, which was up his sleeve and pointed it at Mr. Malfoy. Uncle Vernon snarled again and stepped forward, ready to back slap Harry. However, he cast an alarm spell out the window, breaking it in the process. He then ran out of the room with Mr. Malfoy closely behind, followed by Uncle Vernon cursing how he was going to 'beat the shit out of him'. Harry couldn't help but laugh while he wandlessly summoned all his things to his trunk where he transported it to Diagon Alley. The non-magic detector didn't seem to affect his wandless ability. He ran into a room quickly and locked it, creating a fire and throwing the little amount of floo powder he had in it before clearly saying 'Diagon Alley!'
Harry was spit out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron and almost caught his footing before he tripped over his luggage. Tom, the barkeeper came over, looking pale and shaken with his wand in his hand, pointed at Harry. As Harry stood up, the light hit his scar and Tom relaxed visibly.
'Harry what are you doing here!?'
Harry looked around confused. 'What do you mean? What's wrong?'
'Haven't you read the Daily Prophet? No? Well Diagon Alley was taken over a week ago. It seems like you were right on You-Know-Who returning. He's been spotted several times. Right now we are underground. The death eaters have made Diagon Alley their base.'
'Ya. I figured. This place just small of Death eaters.and Voldemort.' He rubbed his scar once ridding himself of the pain. He stood up and took out his wand, casting a disguising charm on his scar. Nothing else about him was recognizable. He then crept out with Tom behind him, looking bewildered. When Harry reached for the latch that led outside, Tom shouted and grabbed the young man.
'Don't go out there! You'll be killed! We need you!'
'Don't worry Tom. I'm just going to go mess with Voldemort's head. I won't even be seen. Trust me.' Tom drew back and allowed Harry to pass. Harry kept to the shadows while death eaters laughed drunkenly left and right. Gringotts seemed to be the only building that wasn't either collapsed or on fire. Harry snarled when he caught sight of Voldemort. He was walking around the camp surveying the death eaters and occasionally putting the crutasius (I'm not sure how to spell it) on different ones. After Harry set up different pranks, such as turning the death eaters into chicken, teddy bears and such, he went to a spot where he could watch his work. They were set off simultaneously and set the death eaters into panic. Unfortunately, Voldemort was untouched, but his eyes moved all over Diagon Alley before whispering some things to the man that Harry recognized as Avery. He summoned two men and they disappeared. Harry watched them until they disappeared where he continued to watch Voldemort. After ten minutes something seemed to be coming but the darkness that was emitted from Voldemort was overwhelming. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arms from behind. He was so strong that Harry couldn't move because soon after, two men grabbed his legs. Harry struggled furiously while he was being brought forth to Voldemort who was smiling cruelly. When he was directly in front of the monster, Harry was forced to kneel and his face was pushed into the ground.
'So young man, what brings you here, at the heart of the beast?'
Harry cocked his eyebrow and smirked at the bonfires and drunken death eaters. 'This is the best you can come up with?'
Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he followed Harry's gaze to the laughing men. 'Yes they are pathetic aren't they? Those were some impressive pranks you set up. I almost didn't see them until I was upon them. And I should say that is some compliment coming from me. You should be quit pleased.' Harry rolled his eyes widely at Voldemort and smiled. 'I admire you spunk. Most of my death eaters cower before me. So I will offer you this, Join me.' Once again Harry rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, 'I'm sure I'd love to join you but you know I really can't. Sorry.' He then smiled 'sweetly' while Voldemort's eyes narrowed. Under his breath he said 'He reminds me of the insolent brat.' As he said this, he was looking at Harry who was smiling mysteriously as Voldemort's eyes grew wide. 'I can't be!'
Harry took out his wand and pointed it to where his scar was supposed to be and said the counter curse of the disguising spell. Voldemort's eyes, if possible, got even wider before his eyes narrowed dangerously.
'Potter.' He spit out the name as if it were a curse word.
'Riddle'
Harry said it in the same tone. Voldemort stepped forward quickly and wrapped his hand around Harry's neck, breathing heavily with rage. His hand tightened slightly but Harry's eyes never flickered. They held great amusement.
'What did you call me, boy?'
'Your true name, of course.' Voldemort laughed outright, that cold, cruel laugh Harry was so fond of. Just then, though, Albus Dumbledore and rows of men in red cloaks with the inside and trimmings in gold arrived. Harry recognized several of the people there, including Bill and Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black. However, everyone froze when they saw Voldemort and Harry. Sirius was the first to react and he lunged forward. But with a wave of Voldemort's hand, he went sprawling. Harry's eyes narrowed and a power seemed to be building in him. He struggled to gain control over his mind and succeeded after several minutes. When he opened his eyes there was a ring of ash and crumpled bodies around him. Sirius, who was well within the ring, was unharmed. Also, one of the death eaters was on the floor, clearly unconscious. The only other man standing was Voldemort himself but his robes were singed and smoking. His eyes were narrowed and he was muttering about some prophecy. Albus Dumbledore was on his knees, also clearly surprised. Harry looked around sheepishly and smiled a little.
'Did I do that?'
Voldemort snarled again. 'Kill him!' Several 'Avada Kedavra' were fired at once but Harry dodged everyone expertly. Sirius was doing everything he could by stupefying the remaining death eaters. A few minutes later it was only Voldemort and Harry. However, a light flashed and Lucius Malfoy appeared with a pop.
'My Lord! Potter! I saw him in my neighborhood. We were looking for his house and now we know where it is!'
'Yes! Well done, Malfoy! I'm sure Voldemort can go get me now.' Harry smirked as Lucius Malfoy turned around with a pale face and saw Harry and the mass behind Dumbledore.
'You cannot win, Voldemort! Leave now or we will be forced to take the appropriate measures.' Dumbledore's voice was hard and cold and Voldemort knew he was right as his narrowed eyes took in their surrounding. His lips curled maliciously as he bowed luxuriously. 'Until next time, Dumbledore. I shall be seeing you soon, Potter.'
Voldemort disapperated as Harry said, 'Not bloody likely.' As the people in scarlet robes went to retrieve the fallen death eaters, Dumbledore and Sirius rushed up to Harry. Sirius brought him into a bone-crushing hug as Dumbledore surveyed Harry's new look.
'I like your earring, Harry. It suits you. And you hair. It makes you look older.' With those words Sirius looked up shocked and looked at Harry's new clothes, hair, and earring with wide eyes. The only audible sound you could make out was a soft 'Harry?!' Harry smiled at Sirius' shocked face but didn't say anything because a glint of silver caught his eye. He smiled.
'Sirius, there is someone who would like to see you.' Thus, he pointed towards the ring of ask, at the unconscious man on the floor. The only thing that could be seen through the fold of his death eater cloak was a silver hand.
So Harry began his training. He put his parents money to good use and found a local gym, which offered classes in martial arts and weaponry. He took it, and as he learned, was a natural and flew by those students who had been doing it for years. He also got a new look. His usually messy hair was cut short and spiked up. The tips were dyed an ever-changing color. All you had to do was think of what color you wanted and it would turn it. Harry started off with silver. Next he got a dark ruby earring. He was the bodily image of a bad ass. He also had filled out quite nicely from all the training from Quidditch and now martial arts. Also, he grew taller, at least six inches for he was now 5'11". He bought new clothes that actually fit him, from rocker clothes such as baggy jeans to regular nice clothes like suits. However, when he was done, the money his account didn't seem to have been touched.
The days of summer flew by where Harry, in an incident with the Dursley's, realized he could do wandless magic. After experimenting a few times and seeing no ministry letter came, he began to practice it, relearning all his old spells and learning more in a book titled 'Learn to Defend Yourself: A Book of Spells and Curses' given to him for his birthday by Hermione, his friend. Surprisingly, even the hard ones were easy and it took him only a few days but he had soared through it and was now three quarters done. He had also visited Diagon Alley several times using the Knight Bus because his eyesight began to get blurry with his glasses. Although it was slow, he began to see a definite color around everyone. It got to the point where Harry could see better without glasses so he discarded them. When he did, the world seemed to change completely. It was like he could see the magic seeping from everyone. The glow around every wizard solidified and he could see a red and purple aura tinted with gold and silver around him.
Due to his new senses, he could feel a few wizards on his block but he was too busy to go see who they were, so he was in luck when the Dursley's announced they would be coming over even if they had no idea they were being hosts for three wizards. That day, Harry changed the tip of his hair to a dark red and wore a pair of black rocker pants with red outlining and a dark red shirt with a black drawing of a dragon on the front. When the doorbell rang, Harry was in his room and his uncle answered in. Suddenly, Harry felt as if he were being choked by negative energy. There was only a little positive but it was overshadowed by the dark.
'Great' he thought, 'now I have to put up with Voldemort wantabee's'
It was then that Uncle Vernon's voice ran over a speaker ('Boy!') and Harry was forced to get up and go downstairs to bring them drinks. Harry almost fainted with shock once he walked into the living room. He quickly set down the glasses and backed up before anyone could see him. However, Draco Malfoy looked up and saw Harry's exposed scar and gasped out.
"Potter!!"
Lucius Malfoy looked up sharply as Harry winced and met his eyes, a small malicious smile forming on his lips. Uncle Vernon snarled though and backed away from the Malfoy's and was muttering things like 'freaks' and 'tainting my house'. Mr. Malfoy looked at Mr. Dursley and cast a non-magic detector on the house. Harry knew what was coming next so he drew his wand, which was up his sleeve and pointed it at Mr. Malfoy. Uncle Vernon snarled again and stepped forward, ready to back slap Harry. However, he cast an alarm spell out the window, breaking it in the process. He then ran out of the room with Mr. Malfoy closely behind, followed by Uncle Vernon cursing how he was going to 'beat the shit out of him'. Harry couldn't help but laugh while he wandlessly summoned all his things to his trunk where he transported it to Diagon Alley. The non-magic detector didn't seem to affect his wandless ability. He ran into a room quickly and locked it, creating a fire and throwing the little amount of floo powder he had in it before clearly saying 'Diagon Alley!'
Harry was spit out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron and almost caught his footing before he tripped over his luggage. Tom, the barkeeper came over, looking pale and shaken with his wand in his hand, pointed at Harry. As Harry stood up, the light hit his scar and Tom relaxed visibly.
'Harry what are you doing here!?'
Harry looked around confused. 'What do you mean? What's wrong?'
'Haven't you read the Daily Prophet? No? Well Diagon Alley was taken over a week ago. It seems like you were right on You-Know-Who returning. He's been spotted several times. Right now we are underground. The death eaters have made Diagon Alley their base.'
'Ya. I figured. This place just small of Death eaters.and Voldemort.' He rubbed his scar once ridding himself of the pain. He stood up and took out his wand, casting a disguising charm on his scar. Nothing else about him was recognizable. He then crept out with Tom behind him, looking bewildered. When Harry reached for the latch that led outside, Tom shouted and grabbed the young man.
'Don't go out there! You'll be killed! We need you!'
'Don't worry Tom. I'm just going to go mess with Voldemort's head. I won't even be seen. Trust me.' Tom drew back and allowed Harry to pass. Harry kept to the shadows while death eaters laughed drunkenly left and right. Gringotts seemed to be the only building that wasn't either collapsed or on fire. Harry snarled when he caught sight of Voldemort. He was walking around the camp surveying the death eaters and occasionally putting the crutasius (I'm not sure how to spell it) on different ones. After Harry set up different pranks, such as turning the death eaters into chicken, teddy bears and such, he went to a spot where he could watch his work. They were set off simultaneously and set the death eaters into panic. Unfortunately, Voldemort was untouched, but his eyes moved all over Diagon Alley before whispering some things to the man that Harry recognized as Avery. He summoned two men and they disappeared. Harry watched them until they disappeared where he continued to watch Voldemort. After ten minutes something seemed to be coming but the darkness that was emitted from Voldemort was overwhelming. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arms from behind. He was so strong that Harry couldn't move because soon after, two men grabbed his legs. Harry struggled furiously while he was being brought forth to Voldemort who was smiling cruelly. When he was directly in front of the monster, Harry was forced to kneel and his face was pushed into the ground.
'So young man, what brings you here, at the heart of the beast?'
Harry cocked his eyebrow and smirked at the bonfires and drunken death eaters. 'This is the best you can come up with?'
Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he followed Harry's gaze to the laughing men. 'Yes they are pathetic aren't they? Those were some impressive pranks you set up. I almost didn't see them until I was upon them. And I should say that is some compliment coming from me. You should be quit pleased.' Harry rolled his eyes widely at Voldemort and smiled. 'I admire you spunk. Most of my death eaters cower before me. So I will offer you this, Join me.' Once again Harry rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, 'I'm sure I'd love to join you but you know I really can't. Sorry.' He then smiled 'sweetly' while Voldemort's eyes narrowed. Under his breath he said 'He reminds me of the insolent brat.' As he said this, he was looking at Harry who was smiling mysteriously as Voldemort's eyes grew wide. 'I can't be!'
Harry took out his wand and pointed it to where his scar was supposed to be and said the counter curse of the disguising spell. Voldemort's eyes, if possible, got even wider before his eyes narrowed dangerously.
'Potter.' He spit out the name as if it were a curse word.
'Riddle'
Harry said it in the same tone. Voldemort stepped forward quickly and wrapped his hand around Harry's neck, breathing heavily with rage. His hand tightened slightly but Harry's eyes never flickered. They held great amusement.
'What did you call me, boy?'
'Your true name, of course.' Voldemort laughed outright, that cold, cruel laugh Harry was so fond of. Just then, though, Albus Dumbledore and rows of men in red cloaks with the inside and trimmings in gold arrived. Harry recognized several of the people there, including Bill and Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black. However, everyone froze when they saw Voldemort and Harry. Sirius was the first to react and he lunged forward. But with a wave of Voldemort's hand, he went sprawling. Harry's eyes narrowed and a power seemed to be building in him. He struggled to gain control over his mind and succeeded after several minutes. When he opened his eyes there was a ring of ash and crumpled bodies around him. Sirius, who was well within the ring, was unharmed. Also, one of the death eaters was on the floor, clearly unconscious. The only other man standing was Voldemort himself but his robes were singed and smoking. His eyes were narrowed and he was muttering about some prophecy. Albus Dumbledore was on his knees, also clearly surprised. Harry looked around sheepishly and smiled a little.
'Did I do that?'
Voldemort snarled again. 'Kill him!' Several 'Avada Kedavra' were fired at once but Harry dodged everyone expertly. Sirius was doing everything he could by stupefying the remaining death eaters. A few minutes later it was only Voldemort and Harry. However, a light flashed and Lucius Malfoy appeared with a pop.
'My Lord! Potter! I saw him in my neighborhood. We were looking for his house and now we know where it is!'
'Yes! Well done, Malfoy! I'm sure Voldemort can go get me now.' Harry smirked as Lucius Malfoy turned around with a pale face and saw Harry and the mass behind Dumbledore.
'You cannot win, Voldemort! Leave now or we will be forced to take the appropriate measures.' Dumbledore's voice was hard and cold and Voldemort knew he was right as his narrowed eyes took in their surrounding. His lips curled maliciously as he bowed luxuriously. 'Until next time, Dumbledore. I shall be seeing you soon, Potter.'
Voldemort disapperated as Harry said, 'Not bloody likely.' As the people in scarlet robes went to retrieve the fallen death eaters, Dumbledore and Sirius rushed up to Harry. Sirius brought him into a bone-crushing hug as Dumbledore surveyed Harry's new look.
'I like your earring, Harry. It suits you. And you hair. It makes you look older.' With those words Sirius looked up shocked and looked at Harry's new clothes, hair, and earring with wide eyes. The only audible sound you could make out was a soft 'Harry?!' Harry smiled at Sirius' shocked face but didn't say anything because a glint of silver caught his eye. He smiled.
'Sirius, there is someone who would like to see you.' Thus, he pointed towards the ring of ask, at the unconscious man on the floor. The only thing that could be seen through the fold of his death eater cloak was a silver hand.