Warnings, disclaimer, etc. are now located in the first chapter only from now on.
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Parseltongue (If I even use it...)
"Regular talking"
Thinking/Letter/Talking to Voldemort/visions
place in Los Angeles-not Pennsylvania. NOTE: London is 8 hours ahead of Los Angeles.
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Chapter 2
The next day Harry woke slightly panicked at the knock at his door. Immediately his gun and wand were pointed from where the noise had come from, making him feel a little trigger happy. He was used to Ron waking him up when he couldn't sleep, on those few nights that Harry could sleep...not a good thing for Ron's health, which Ron was slow to learn. He had slept deeply and undisturbed by any dreams for the almost nine hours he had been asleep after the initial nightmare. After responding to Zoey through the door and hearing her walk away, he started to use some very choice words on what he thought of Voldemort at the moment-none of them complementary in the least. Trailing down to the kitchen after dressing and picking up his guns, he walked through the hall, smelling cooked meat and eggs. Hm...so this is what it's like for Uncle Vernon and Dudley to come down to the kitchen. He thought bitterly.
He set his two larger guns on the couch with their safety's on and went to eat breakfast. The meal itself was a silent affair, Harry's dark scowl preventing any decent conversation. The five got ready to leave quietly, not wanting to attract the attention of the zombies or the angry teenager with two guns strapped to his back and two more on his waist.
The group set off, making their way quickly down the streets, shooting the special infected as they came, trying to avoid attracting attention and creeping along the streets at a fast pace. It was true, the less noise the group made, the less attention the zombies gave them, making hords appear even less than normal.
They passed two open safe houses before Harry called it a day. His wards had picked up a hord coming towards them around the corner with a Tank in it's midst. He really didn't want to deal with that issue at the moment, so he motioned the other four inside, shutting the door and barring it silently.
"Why are we stopping here? We could have made it to the next one no problem!" Francis asked, while Harry walked over to one of the six sleeping bags on the ground, the one in the far corner, pulled away from all the others. He set his guns down on the ground and sat down, pulling off his sweater and starting to clean his guns.
"If you want to keep going, go ahead and have fun with the hord coming with a Tank. I think I'll stay here and rest for the night though." The black haired teen finally replied in the silence. Bill and Zoey were already cleaning their guns as well, not even thinking about fighting at the moment. Harry was fast and silent, pushing the adults to be out of breath even if he wasn't.
After a few minutes of silence where Louis and Francis sat down on two of the last three open sleeping bags and started doing the same thing everyone else was. Harry set down his guns for a moment and grabbed the last sleeping bag, setting it down on top of the one he had been sitting on. The sleeping bags were the cheap ones-no pillow/head coverings, just a quilt folded in half with a zipper. "So Harry, how are you able to move so fast and silently?" Zoey asked, curiousity getting the better of her.
Harry's hands froze for a moment his eyes darkening before a mask went up. "Harry Hunting. I ran and my cousin and his gang hunted." He said simply, concentrating on getting some dried infected blood off the butt of one of his pistols. When it was finally clean he stood up looking for food. The adults were looking at him with varied expressions, watching the Potter Heir go about looking for food.
He found some canned fruit and a can of some type of spaghetti like substance, opened them both, ate them cold and threw his trash to the other side of the street.
"Where were your parents?" Zoey finally exclaimed, thoroughly disgusted by his relatives by now.
"Dead." The green eyed young man replied in a quiet voice, everyone knowing better than to go into the subject. "Now, if you're done interrogating me, I'd like to go to sleep, I want to get at least six or seven miles tomorrow and that means moving very fast." He said, laying down inside his covers and throwing them over his head. He wasn't used to not having any nightmares so it was hard to fall asleep.
Made it through another day? A voice suddenly asked in his head.
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his four inch long hair. Yeah. Why'd you push me into sleep last night? He asked bluntly. He didn't know why he was having sane conversations with Voldemort of all people, but he was happy he got a full night's sleep-not to say he wasn't angry about being forced to sleep, but he was wondering why Riddle was seeming so nice now-a-days. Plus, killing all those infected helped to calm his temper as well.
As I said before, I've been keeping you up unfairly. No one bothered to ask you which side you would like to be on, or court you to that side. Even without the prophecy, I would have come to your home sooner or later to see get rid of DUmbledore's higher up supporters. It was a full-out war. Destroying your parent's would have helped our side. I'm not going to say I am sorry for that, but I am sorry you had to live with magic-hating muggles. The red eyed man replied with a sigh. Oh, I will be performing a ceremony in two nights at nightfall here-that means around two-thirty your time, since London is eight hours ahead of Los Angeles. You might get a headache from it, so be careful. The man added, frowning as he thought about the upcoming ritual.
What's it supposed to do? The black haired boy asked, his hand clenching his gun tightly.
It's supposed to give me my old body back. Don't ask, a little light-bringer like yourself wouldn't like the contents of the ritual. However, it is needed. I rule by fear and madness right now. Not the best thing for leading a side in a war. Voldemort said in a serious tone, teasing just a bit with Harry's position in the war.
I am not a light-bringer! I'm not even sure I want to take a side in this war, or stay in the wizarding world at all at this point. Harry released a snarl out loud, making the four adults jump. They had thought he was asleep. He got up murmuring about stupid dark lords who decided where people's position in wars should be and how he wouldn't talk to him if he acted like that. Of course, this just made the four others stare at him in confusion. "I'm going out." He said shortly, sniping all of the zombies and opening the door quickly.
A few minutes of stunned silence descended on the group before they hurriedly grabbed their guns and left, running after the retreating back that had went around the corner about a block up the street. How he had gotten that far so quickly was a mystery to them
Harry's wards had picked up a group of infected further down the street that he made his way towards. He quickly shot the Hunters, Smokers and Boomers he detected, making his way towards the group with malice written across his face. He pulled out his wand and started casting immobilization charms on some, shooting with the gun in his left hand. After his wand disappeared up his sleeve, his fist slammed into the chin of one of the zombies unfortunate enough to get too close to him, his magical strength pushing the infected back about six to eight feet. A kick here, a shot there and the infected group were no more.
Breathing deeply, he screamed at the top of his lungs, sounding like a torrential beast that even had the infected, special and normal alike, fleeing from him. He sighed and looked down at his shoes, grimacing. "Much better...looks like I'm going shoe shopping tomorrow..." He murmured to himself, his dirty socks poking through the tops of his old, holey shoes.
Turning around, he started to walk back, only to freeze at the sight of his new acquaintance's staring at him. "What?" He growled as he made his way back over, trying to remember how many spells he had cast and where.
"What was that Kid?" Bill asked gruffly, spitting the stub of his cigar out and onto the ground.
"What was what?" Harry asked, mind racing hopefully they hadn't seen him until after he had put his wand away.
"The fighting and the scream and...what the hell was that?" Francis repeated still in shock at how violent Harry had been a few moment's ago.
"Oh that. That was releasing pent up frustration. Nothing too big of a deal." Harry replied shrugging. He didn't really care what the adults thought, he had had enough crap happen over the past year that he was done caring. The Hat had said he would have done better in Slytherin, it was time to start using that side of his personality.
"Frustration?" Zoey whispered, her eyes huge as she looked at the massacre before them.
"What can I say? I've had a lot on my mind." The teen replied with another shrug. "Now, can we continue this conversation inside the safe house?" Harry asked, already starting back.
Louis was staring vacantly at the carnage for a few more seconds than the rest before turning and following them back to the safety zone.
Once they got in the room and locked it up again everyone sat down, still silent. Geez, these guys act like this never happens... He huffed silently, crawling under his covers again.
The four older survivors didn't really know what to say so everyone just went to bed.
Calmed down some? Voldemort asked with something like humor in his voice.
Barely. Harry growled back, closing his eyes with a sigh. I need to get new shoes tomorrow... He added with an internal groan.
What's the matter with that? You should be wearing new clothes every day. Riddle replied with a frown.
Please, be serious. I'm wearing shoes that are five years old, that were given to my aunt by one of her friends so she could 'donate' them to 'charity'. The only reason I have fitting clothes is because I bought them and kept them hidden so my relatives- Harry sneered here. -wouldn't know I had money. I couldn't get shoes without them noticing or without some type of place to put them and unfortunately the trunk I own doesn't have a shoe compartment. He finished with a frown, glaring at the blanket over his head.
Well, be sure to get at least two pairs and shrink one and hide them somewhere inside your trunk-it shouldn't be too hard to keep them somewhere. You'll need them. Voldemort replied, sounding slightly distracted.
Hm...I'm going to bed now, good night. Harry said, frowning under the covers as he relaxed the grip he had on his gun.
Night. Was the last thought he had before his mind fell into the unconsciousness of sleep.
The next morning Zoey woke up early and got everyone up quietly except for the teen. "What do we do? We all know something's going on with the kid, how do we approach this?" She whispered frantically.
"Leave it Zoe. Kid'll tell us over time when he starts to trust us, if he don't bring it up, then we will later." Bill replied just as quietly, watching the blanket's move sporadically, like they would if someone was having a nightmare.
"Hey, should we wake him up?" Louis asked, frowning at the form of their youngest member of the group. Just then Harry burst up to a seated position, his eyes darting around the room as his pistol followed his movements.
He breathed deeply for a few minutes, the panic and fear that had lit his eyes were being replaced by a shuttered emotion and calm once he realized the room was secure.
Sighing he ran a had through his longer hair, ruffling it before it laid flat again, however the quartet had already seen the pale, lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Getting up silently he replaced the guns in their proper places, shouldering his bag and his guns before looking for another can of fruit. The last Potter opened it silently, the others watching his movements with wary eyes. Eating quickly he stood, slipping on the socks and shoes he had abandoned last night near one of the walls. "I need to stop in a shoe store and get some shoes. There's one two blocks further-on the way to the airport." He said shortly, glancing over his shoulder to see everyone else waiting for him. The special infected had already been taken care of by Francis, so the group quickly walked out of the safe house.
"Damn. How old are your shoes?" Louis asked, noticing the holes for the first time.
"Older than five years." Harry replied quietly as they walked down their second block of the day. His wards were saying there were three active hazardous threats near him-meaning three special infected were close.
Zoey screeched as a Smoker's tongue wrapped around her body, dragging her away from the group. The three older men quickly turned, aiming for the tongue while Harry searched out the infected by tracing it by it's tongue. Spotting it on the roof of the building across the street he quickly took aim as Bill seemed to hit the tongue. A shot went off and he killed the Smoker with a bullet through the head as Zoey coughed and collapsed on the ground, breathing in air through a raspy throat.
A Hunter's scream echoed from one of the buildings on their sides, making Harry dart over to where the other four were, hauling Zoey up and supporting her weight slightly as he hurried the group up the street.
"Move it!" He hissed, not liking how there were still two special infected out there that he couldn't spot. Francis quickly picked up Zoey so she was cradled in his arms, making it so the men could move faster.
Two blocks later the two special infected were still tailing them, Harry guiding the five into the shoe store. "Fix her up Francis, Louis, you and Bill guard the entrance. I'm going for shoes. I'll be back in ten minutes tops." Harry told the group, frowning when he felt the approach. "Be careful, there's several special infected out there planning on attacking." He added as he disappeared down an isle after grabbing one of the packages of socks that were sold by the counter and not waiting for their protests.
Finding his shoe size he looked over the shoes with a critical eye, grabbing several pairs-a set of black combat boots, a set of tan combat boots and a pair of what looked like good running shoes, thanking the gods that the area they were in had huge shopping areas (which were of course desserted when the virus took hold, making it a very sparce area). Putting socks on, his eyes did a 360 scan, looking on the tops of the shelving units and between the spaces, checking for zombies. Not seeing them, he grabbed the first set of shoes. Trying them all on quickly and taking a few steps in each he drew his wand and set his trunk on the clean bench.
Casting a few obscuring charms, he unshrunk his trunk and shrunk the shoes he found, grabbing at least three the extra's of each shoe as he went and stuffing them inside, leaving the pair of running shoes he had tried on last out. Spotting a pair of knee-high and thigh-high buckled, gothic-like boots (very surprising to him...but this was Los Angeles before the outbreak...so maybe not.) Harry shoved his size and the size above his into the trunk, shutting it quickly and replacing the charms he had on it. He grabbed the trunk and put it in his pocket, breaking the obscuring charm and putting his wand back up his sleeve into his holster. Noticing the sound of what he thought was a hord he quickly laced up his new shoes and ran back up to the front. Finding the group fighting off a hord for some reason, he joined in, not bothering to ask why when he saw the downed forms of two hunters.
"Damn. Pipe bomb!" He called, grabbing one from the pouch on his hip and throwing it out the window and into the middle of the street. The hord quickly abandoned the five survivor's in favor of the loud beeping, light-flashing object. "Okay, what happened? I was only gone for ten minutes!" He asked, sheathing a knife back into his makeshift holster on his calf and leaving his pistal in his hand.
"Hunter's attacked Bill and Louis while Francis was healing me. Took the two down and then a huge hord attacked while we were healing them." Zoey replied a bit breathless at the intense fight they had just went through.
"Ah. Well, got what I needed, let's go." Harry said, darting out the door as the pipe bomb went off and shot off down the street, the older adult's groaned and went after him.
Four hours later Harry glanced at his watch, noticing the time said seven-fifty, meaning it was two-twenty where he was now. "We need a safe house for a bit, I'm starting to get a headache." Harry said softly, making a boomer explode with a bullet as he darted down the street, looking for an open safe house now.
"Oh thank God." Louis murmured, wiping the sweat off of his face with a sleeve. Zoey, Bill and Louis were breathing slightly hard from the constant rapid walking, even Francis-the usual pace-maker of the group, and Harry were slightly out of breath.
Harry winced as a pain starting to radiate from his scar. "Hurry!" He hissed, his scar starting to grow red in irritation from the pain he was feeling.
"There!" Bill said several minutes later, point three houses further up the street, seeing an open safe-house door. "We'll check it over, you set your weapons away from you-we don't want to get shot by accident if your pain's as bad as you say it is." He added as soon as the group had gotten inside and secured the door. Harry stripped his guns, knives, trunk and pouch, leaving his wand on him and setting his magical items under a notice-me-not spell. "Shit this is going to hurt..." He murmured, laying back on the couch, closing his eyes, getting sucked into the vision after one last conscious throb from his scar.
...vision...
"Now Severus." Voldemort hissed, his skin seemed to bubble for some reason. Harry seemed to be watching this from the sidelines, he wasn't sure how that worked, but he was thanking whatever diety that had taken pity on him slightly and didn't make him feel whatever agony Voldemort was feeling at the moment.
Severus walked up to his master and poured something down his throat, forcing him to drink every drop before retreating again. Voldemort and Severus were the only two in the room (Harry didn't count because he wasn't there physically). The process started out slowly, the red-eyed man screaming throughout it, hair was starting to sprout from his head, eyebrow's were growing quickly while his lips turned into a normal human pink color that lips were supposed to be. A nose emerged as his skin started to expell a silvery liquid from the bubbles that had been there. Slowly it took a less dead-white look and more of a human look.
By now, the Potter Heir was screaming along with him, the scar on his forehead burning with pain, making it bust open and start bleeding sluggishly.
Bit by bit the pain lessened, the two men in pain panting hard. Severus poured another potion down Voldemort's abused throat, making him relax slightly. The pain dimmed considerably for Harry, so it was enough where he could push it to the side as a meer annoyance.
Finally Harry looked over at his supposed enemy, right as he looked up. "Mirror?" Riddle rasped out, his voice still strained.
...end of vision...
Harry gasped and jolted back to his body quite suddenly, his eyes darting around as the ceiling was blocked by faces.
"What the hell was that Kid?" Bill choked out, definitely freaked out.
-Continued in Chapter 3-
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-Sora-