Chapter One: The Battle at the Ministry:
June 1996 Ministry of Magic Department of Mysteries:
Harry came too and groaned in pain, someone had got the jump on him and managed to knock him out and he was not happy. He was mad at himself for allowing it, after all was he not a black belt in Karate? He opened his eyes and let the room come to view then sat up slowly taking in the place he was in. He was sitting between two tall shelves with glowing globes on them, and he wondered if he were dreaming yet again. Yet in his dreams he had never suffered pain and there was never a fat balding man in robes before him. Harry had thought the man was wearing a dress for a moment but then he took a good look, hmm, the man looked to be in some sort of black ritual robes, he could not see this man as part of a church but he was part of something that was for sure.
For a moment both man and boy looked at each other. Harry was a slender yet strong youth with messy black hair, intense green eyes and a light tan. He was clad nicely today in white shirt, gray jumper, black trousers and dress shoes as he had been interviewing for college. He had just finished his A-levels and was more than ready for college and he had been taking tests to see what classes he would need and what he could test out of. He was planning on becoming a doctor, an oncologist in fact. He had lost a good friend to cancer two years ago to Leukemia and that had shaped much of his life from that day forward. The man before him he knew was trouble and Harry knew that the stick he held was a weapon of some sort, he was still willing to accept the strange as fact.
The short fat man once friends with Harry's father in school was a traitor of the highest order. You see this was Peter Pettigrew, once part of a group of friends, blood brothers they had been, yet in one act of betrayal caused the deaths of Harry's parents and had managed to hide for the last few years in his Animagmus form going from place to place and learning what he could. Until he was nearly caught and he had fled England and helped bring back his master lord Voldemort. A dark lord he claimed to have joined out of fear, but this was a lie, he liked what the dark lord offered him, the killings, the chance to torture and maim as he liked, and now he would be rewarded for finding Harry, tracking him down from one article in the muggle papers and brining him here.
"So what do you want?" Harry asked the man, not in English, no he was going to be difficult, he asked it in French and continued in that language "why did you take me prisoner?"
"Oh a cheeky brat, you will learn respect boy." Pettigrew snarled wishing to curse this brat, "that I promise you."
"Ah you kidnapped me, not at all nice," Harry said switching to English "what could you want with me?"
"I was so hoping when your parents died you would go with them, that my master would get rid of all you, you were weak and would have destroyed our world!" Pettigrew said. "Yet you dared defy him and lived and vanquished him for fourteen years."
"Well he did kill my parents, and I was a baby at the time, my mother probably saved me." Harry said. "Now where the hell am I?"
"The ministry of magic."
"Hmm, so magic is real, that would explain some things." Harry said then at the look of Pettigrew, "you know causing lights to flicker, turning a teacher's hair blue, not that I meant to."
"Everyone thought you were in America with your aunt and uncle, but here you were right under our noses in the muggle world." Pettigrew said.
"Ah I would not go anywhere with those prats, well not my aunt, she was an evil bitch, my uncle was a spineless bastard." Harry said getting upset.
"Enough talk, you will help me get something for my lord." Pettigrew said pointing his wand at Harry, "get up, in front of you is a globe with your name on it, get it and give it to me."
Harry got up slowly, acting far more weary and hurt than he was. He had to get away from this man, a man who was going to kill him he was sure of it. He looked up at the rows of the glowing orbs and saw they all had names by them and one had his name and one Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Voldemort. Interesting, this guy was flying from death? That was the name he chose for himself? Harry grabbed the orb and felt Pettigrew right by him and he reacted his training taking over. He turned and with the heel of his hand broke Pettigrew's nose getting the fat man to howl in pain. Harry yanked the wand from Pettigrew's hand and turned and fled. He had no idea where he was going nor how to use the wand but he was going to get as far from Pettigrew as he could.
He ran and ducked through a door into a circular room with lots of doors. Bewildered he looked around and picked a door on random and tried to get through it. He found it locked, the next door was not and he ran through to find himself in a room that was set up like an amphitheater that faced the "stage" with an arch that looked so old and cracked he realized only magic could hold it up. There was a veil that was fluttering but there was no wind here and Harry could hear voices. Entranced he walked down to the dais the arch stood on and he raised the wand in his hand feeling his magic surge down to the wand. He began to chant a spell though he did not know what he was saying, nor would he remember what he did here. As he chanted he raised his wand to seven points on the arch and lit them up.
"Ah so there you are." Came the high cold voice of another wizard, "fitting you would come here Harry."
"Do I know you?" Harry said turning to see a tall very thin wizard clad in black robes, hooded with a snake like face and red eyes. "I don't think I do, you sound familiar though."
"I have waited for so long, I thought you were gone, but imagine my surprise when one of my loyal servants found an article about you in a muggle paper." Voldemort said softly. "How was it that you were able to defeat I the greatest wizard ever when you were just a babe?"
"Easy, I didn't." Harry said, "probably my mum did something, you could ask her, oh yea that is right, you killed her you bastard! Guess you are Lord Voldemort."
"I am, now you have something of mine." Voldemort said holding out his hand, "the prophecy."
"What this thing?" Harry said holding up the glowing orb, "wicked, so this is like a Hologram?"
"Give it to me now Harry." Voldemort said.
"Nah, you go fetch." Harry said throwing the glob through the veil.
For a moment the dark lord and boy stared at each other. Neither spoke or moved but glared at each other, Harry could feel Voldemort trying to get into his mind and he, on instinct put up the equivalent of a brick wall. He nearly gasped in pain as his scar started to hurt but he refused to show any pain. There was a shout and he looked up and saw to his surprise several people watching, probably Voldemort had some of his followers set up this meeting, and Harry nearly snarled in rage. He was clever, very smart and he realized that he had walked into a trap, by trying to escape. Voldemort expected him to overpower Pettigrew and that is what Harry had done, now these people probably were the government of this hidden world and they were here to see him get killed off. Harry turned anger making his green eyes glow and his face became closed and cold.
"Very clever Voldemort." Harry said softly, "so you planned this, let me guess you are going to kill me and take over right?"
"Ah you are far smarter than I would have thought, but I will punish you for destroying my prophecy." Voldemort said.
"No you will not." Harry said calmly refusing to show his fear.
"No?"
"No my name was on it too, and since I got it first it was mine to do with as I chose." Harry said, "so why don't you just bugger off?"
"You dare?" Voldemort hissed, "you will pay Crucio!"
The curse hit Harry and the pain ripped through him and he wanted to cry out in pain but he refused. He clenched his jaw shut and bit on his tongue so he would not cry out. He fell to his knees and curled up but still refused to cry out, he would not give this monster that satisfaction. Up above him those watching were appalled that one, Voldemort really was back and that Dumbledore had been speaking the truth and two, that same dark lord was torturing Harry Potter a boy that was supposed to be living in America with his aunt and uncle! Once the curse was let off Harry stood up anger on his face.
"You bastard how dare you!" Harry snarled.
"You dared destroy my prophecy!" Voldemort said. "You will die for this!"
"Leave me the hell alone!" Harry said shoving his hands forward, "just leave me alone!"
With a burst of magical power he shoved the dark lord through the now fully glowing arch and through the veil. He turned to speak but pain around his scar hit him so hard he fell to the floor as his scar actually ripped open. Something dark came out of the scar and headed to the veil, and was joined by what looked like a long line of either dark smoke or some kind of oil. A few of the wizards and witches gathered around the minister of magic fell to the floor and died. Alarms were going off and death eaters around the world were literally dropping dead, the Dementors of Azkaban disappeared off the face of the earth and Harry? He was out cold on the floor not realizing just what he had done and how he had helped change the world for the better.
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Yes Harry will be very smart here, though he has issues with trust and rightly so. This is the last we will see of Voldemort, he is dead and gone along with his loyal followers. However Harry's real battles will start with him adjusting to being in the magical world.