THE GREENGRASS COMPLEX
Hello guys it's me again. I'm back with another piece and Harry is on a whole new level of crazy. He uses guns, hates Daphne Greengrass, and lives with a strange company. Neville, Dobby and Bellatrix, not forgetting Walburga Black's portrait. He has lost his magic and needs to get it back and somehow Daphne is linked to that mystery. Dumbledore is presumed dead, Voldemort is as wicked as ever and the bad guys are the same. This story has a lot of twists and surprises so read on and don't ever stop. Harry Potter and all the characters (except maybe the few ones I created in this story) all belong to Aunty Jo.
Chapter 1
TWO YEARS AGO
The shouts of Death Eaters and members of the Order battling fiercely could be heard miles away. Curses flew from all directions and the plains at Hogwarts was filled with dead bodies of people. Harry dodged a Killing Curse and cut the Death Eater who attacked him into pieces.
"HARRY!" Harry looked up and saw Hermione fighting with sixteen Death Eaters on her own. Before he could apparate there, Dumbledore killed them all with a wave on his wand and the fight went on. McGonagall's spell awoke the giant statues and gargoyles and they too were fighting. Yaxley smashed them into pieces but they rearranged themselves and continued the battle.
"Neville update me on Voldemort!" Harry hissed and snapped a Death Eater's neck. "He's behind the groves and we're slowly taking the fight to him." Neville muttered a spell and squinted his eyes.
"Oh dear," he whispered suddenly.
"What is it?"
"He's got Susan Bones." Harry cleared five Death Eaters from his path and got to the groves. He killed the Death Eaters around and pointed his wand at Voldemort.
"Let her go now," Harry said softly. Susan was levitating above the ground and if Voldemort dropped her, she was headed right for an arrangement of stakes facing the sky.
"She will die like you would boy," Voldemort hissed and licked his lips. Harry cast a curse at the dark wiard, who flicked it away with his hand and cackled at Harry.
"Wrong move boy," he hissed. "CRUCIO!"
"NO!" Harry roared and swore as Susan Bones screamed and thrashed about in the air in pain.
Dobby when you get here, grab Susan and run.
Yes Master Potter. Dobby is behind you.
The elf appeared within seconds and before Voldemort knew it, Susan Bones was gone.
"You filthy – "
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"REDUCTO!"
"SECTUMSEMPMRA!"
"WRAITH PULSE!" Harry dodged the spell and kicked Voldemort's legs making him lose his balance. He floored the Dark Wizard with a sweep of his leg and pinned him on the ground.
"Before you die, make a wish ugly," Harry hissed and drew Gryffindor's sword. He raised the sword up and before he could bring it down, Voldemort banished Harry and threw him into a wall. In a flash, a spell rushed at him, but he threw himself out of the way, gasping as the spell turned the wall into dust.
"Sweet fuck," Harry muttered and lashed out with a jinx. He caused the dust to envelope around Voldemort and in a flash, floored the wizard with his leg and pinned him with Gryffindor's sword on the stone floor when the dust had settled.
"Any last words?" Harry asked in a bored tone and raised the sword. As he brought it down, Voldemort shot his arm out and grabbed his leg, pulling him on top of him. The Dark Lord whispered something into Harry's ear and threw him off, getting slowly on his feet and chuckled as Harry lay there, quivering like he was suffering from a chill.
"What did you do?" Harry croaked and tried to mentally communicate with Dobby or the Basilisk, but his mind was strangely silent. Voldemort took a deep breath and looked up into the sky and let out a roar of victory.
"Remeber Harry Potter," he said in a soft whisper as he looked down upon him; "only I can live forever!"
"MODZE MODRE!" a green light shot from the tip of Voldemort's wand and the sky grew dark all of a sudden and a nasty image of a glittering green skull with a snake potruding from its mouth filled the sky. Voldemort cackled and apparated away and the last thing Harry saw was the dark sky and the Dark Mark.
PRESENT DAY
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Harry took his shotgun from the side table and blew the alarm into tiny bits. Dobby apparated beside him and opened the curtains, inviting a beam of morning sunlight inside the large master bedroom. Harry swore and covered his face with a pillow and pulled his middle finger at Dobby.
"This is makes six thousand alarm clocks," Neville said and entered the room taking a seat on the chair beside the window. Harry looked at him from under the pillow and cocked his gun.
"It was noisy," Harry replied and looked at Dobby.
"How are you feeling Dobby?"
"Dobby is good sir," the elf said and bowed.
"I'm going to take a shower. I'll get to you two when I'm done". Harry took his phone and looked at the time. He groaned and walked to the bathroom, pampering his erection as he walked on. Neville and Dobby went downstairs and Neville turned on the television to watch the Prophet. Harry came down minutes later and carried his food to the hall and sat down beside Neville.
"Do you ever want to change this place? We are only three people in this house and you've made the whole place decay," Neville said.
"Fuck everything Neville; we just use the dust sheets to cover the unused stuff. We are fine living down here and it would make Dobby's life difficult."
"It's been two years," Neville said and shook his head sadly.
"I don't get the why I didn't end him. All I know is that, I left him for a good reason."
"Well he's making life difficult for people. They just said on the television that, twenty innocents were killed outside Diagon Alley last night."
"We'll not have this conversation again Neville. I left him alone for a good reason. Hedwig brought a copy of the Daily Prophet to Neville and cooed softly when she saw Harry.
"Morning girl," he said and scratched her head softly. Neville got up and left the hall and Harry grabbed his coat and walked outside to a room under the crumbling Potter Manor. He drew a rune with his fingers on the wall and an oak door appeared, granting him access to the room behind it. He opened walked in, looking around at his training room.
He opened a closet and looked at the varieties of fire arms and blades before him. He picked a staff and placed action dummies before him and started striking hard at them. He released all his anger and he made the dummies feel what he was going through. He just wished the dummies were the press and he would be satisfied. Something had happened to him after the war and his magic grew from bad to worse and the only thing he made himself do was to train in sharpshooting, combat and weapon handling. He spun the staff over his head and brought it down on a dummy. He ducked and kicked a dummy and accioed two batons. He caught them and struck the dummies from all sides. When he was done, he sat down on the only chair in the room and closed his eyes. Neville came in and sat down on the floor and looked at Harry.
"We've been invited by the Greengrass family for a party they are organizing. It's tonight and I think we should go".
"I don't want to be seen by anyone," Harry muttered.
"I think it will be fun Harry. This invitation was giving to a lot of prestigious people and if the Greengrasses invited us, we should go."
"I'll think about it," Harry said and hummed to himself.
THREE HOURS LATER
Harry opened his eyes and saw he was still in the chair. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the house. Neville had dressed up and was waiting for Harry to join him.
"I like your suit Neville," Harry sad and dropped his gun on the table and walked to his room. He came out minutes later dressed in black. His cold green eyes behind his glasses and his hard face made him look like a handsome death omen.
"If anyone pisses me off with a stupid comment or remark, I'll kill him or her," Harry said and pulled a Glock from a drawer and put it in his pocket. Neville winked at Dobby and the three left the house in Harry's Lincoln. Dobby raised the driver's seat and started the car, slowly driving out of the driveway and moving out of the house as the old gate creaked noisily to give them way.
"How are we so confident that, no one is going to break in?" Neville asked as the Lincoln sped smoothly on the road.
"Look at my house mate, what is so inviting about it?" Harry replied and Neville grew quiet all the way. They arrived there after an hour and Dobby got down and opened the doors for his masters and shut it behind them as they stood there, observing their surroundings. The sound of laughter, talking and soft music came from inside the brightly lit house that seemed very grand and beautiful in the night sky.
Neville asked Harry to follow him and they showed their invitations to a woman by the door. The woman looked at Harry when she saw his name, but Harry grabbed her throat and hissed in her ear.
"If anyone knows I'm here, I'll make sure I blow your head off!" She nodded in fright and he released her and walked inside a hall and looked at Neville who was glaring at him.
"What?" he asked as an elf offered to take his coat.
"Don't kill anyone before the party is over mate, I beg of you," he replied and handed his coat to another elf and took a glass of wine from a tray.
"Make an announcement then," Harry replied and blended with the crowd. He took a drink from a tray and sat down far away from the talk. He heard music playing and he saw people pairing up and dancing with each other. He shook his head and muttered something about classics, taking a sip of his drink and looking in the night sky.
"Who might you be sir? The party is that way," a feminine voice said and Harry turned to look at her.
"Who I am doesn't concern you, so before you piss me off, I suggest you crawl back to where you came from." The young lady looked at Harry for a minute and turned away. Harry finished his drink and threw the glass over the balcony. He returned to the party and sat down on a chair, as a man, in his early forties came from nowhere in particular and stood on top of the stairs and called for silence.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to my home and I hope you are enjoying this party. As you all know, I've bought another company from another wizarding family and once again the Greengrass business empire has grown larger," he said in a deep and proud voice. An applause rose from the guests and immediately died down when he raised his hand. Neville glided over to Harry and took a seat beside him as he stared at the Greengrass family head.
"We plan to buy the company of Harry Potter, but it seems he didn't make it." There was a slight chuckle from the people and Harry reached for his gun, but Neville held his hand and they continued listening. "My eldest daughter will oversee the agreement between Greengrass Industries and Potter Incorporated." Harry saw reporters and paparazzis doing what they were trained to do, flashing their cameras over people's heads and furiously scribbling down vital quotes being made by the businessman. Harry banished a camera that was floating above him and quietly smashed it with his fist and banished the broken bits outside. Others were scanning the crowd and trying to locate him but he was well hidden.
"Be careful," Neville whispered to him and continued listening as the man continued his address.
"When we buy a company that is failing, we pay the owners a large amount of money to continue with their lives or they could join our empire. I just want Mr. Potter to know that, I do not wish to reduce him to poverty. Now, let the party continue!" Mr. Greengrass said and came downstairs with a woman who seemed to be his wife and interacted with the guests.
"I'm not giving it to him," Harry said angrily.
"There's rumour that, people who refused to sell their failing companies were murdered or sometimes tortured till they gave up their signatures," Neville replied. Harry scratched his chin and nodded.
"Let them come Neville, I'll be waiting." Harry stood up and walked to a table to take another drink. He took another glass and he felt something pour on his suit. He enlarged his Glock and in a flash, grabbed the person's hair and pinned her on the table.
"Do you know how much it cost me to get that suit?! If you've had too much wine in your fucking system, get the hell out of here!" Harry hissed and threw her away from him. All the guests turned to look at him and he cocked his gun, making them step back. He turned to leave, but someone held his hand and pulled him back. He turned around and saw the lady he accosted seconds ago looking at him angrily. Her black hair was tied in a bun and her blue eyes had fire in them. She tried to slap Harry, but he caught her hand and grabbed her throat. Images of war rushed through his mind and he saw Voldemort cackling at him. He let her go and left the party without saying a word. Neville jogged behind him to the car and as they were leaving, security guards blocked the way and refused to move.
"What should Dobby do sir?" the elf asked.
"Run into them," Harry replied and Dobby stepped on the accelerator. The guards dived out of the way, but the gate closed and Harry swore loudly.
"Everyone stay in the car, and nobody move till I tell you to come out."
"Harry what on earth are you going to do?"
"I'm sending Greengrass a message," he said and stepped out of the car. Neville watched as the guards came close to him and bound him with ropes. Harry smirked and transfigured the ropes into whips and sent the cracking at the guards. They shielded themselves with a spell and started firing at Harry with curses and jinxes, trying their best to subdue him, but he was all over the place. He dodged a Stunner and punched his first guard in the throat and shot him in the leg. The guard let out a scream and Harry banished him to the fountain. He banished two guards towards him and cracked their noses with the butt of his gun and sent them flying across the grounds with a simple spell. He dodged spells of all kinds and punched and kicked and fired his gun till there were no guards left to face him.
"Is there anyone else?!" he roared and saluted at the crowd that had gathered to behold the spectacle. He walked to the gate and blasted it open and went back in the car. The drive home was quiet and uncomfortable, but no one said a word. When they got home, Neville stopped Harry in the hall and asked him a question. "Do you know who you accosted?"
"I don't care Neville, she fucked with my suit!"
"That was Daphne Greengrass! Antony Greengrass' eldest daughter, representative of her father at your agreement tomorrow and the Ice Queen of Slytherin and magical Britain. Every reporter calls her the Ice Queen Harry, she has earned it by driving her suitors away and humiliating men and you just attacked her and incapacitated her family guards!"
"That bitch was the Ice Queen?"
"Yes! What were you doing at Hogwarts?"
"I've never seen her, only heard of her," Harry said and took off his shoes. "Besides, though my work of art won't be broadcasted in the electronic and print media, I certainly caught their attention. I'm not selling the company."
"How are you sure the reporters won't publish it?" Neville asked.
"Their elves were already altering their memories as I prepared to leave, their cameras and other recording equipment will no doubt be ceased without their knowledge," he finished and collapsed on a sofa, throwing his coat away and taking his shirt off.
"If we get news reporters here tomorrow, I won't be around," Neville said. Harry looked around and nodded. "I've got some rocket launchers in my collection. Go to sleep Neville."
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