I do not own Harry Potter and AvP, this is a fan fiction.
That was how young boy,the sheer anger of seeing his mother almost killed made him use a spell and killed the xenoqueen that was about to kill his mother. In Predator culture there were two things that a Predator must do to be recognized as an adult. One of them he did when he saved his mother, the killing of a xenomorph, the higher in their hierarchy the better.
This earned them a name that every one in the clan would call that Predator whenever they talked with the Predator or talk about him or her. That was the way his mother gained the name of Shade, she killed her xenomorph while hiding under the shade of a large tree. Her son would gain the name Rage, for he killed the xenomorph queen out of anger.
They took the trophy and a few dozen bones and organs with them. Her father will want to use at least one or several of them in making his first weapon, and his mystic training would now truly begin. The Elder was beyond happy to see what his grandson had accomplish. They youngest member of the clan to ever kill a xenoqueen.
The second thing would have to wait, at the age of 18 a young Predator would have to endure the most painful thing in their young life. The braiding of his or her hair to the traditional braided looks of his family, Predator hair is extremely sensitive when this is done, and would cause the young intense pain, but to be considered an adult the young must not make a single sound. The process took hours, but for the young it felt like decades.
The Elder only took the finger bone and told Rage that he needed to find two animals that were close to his nature and killed them, and with parts of both they would make the core of his weapon. The young spent years training to harness the energy within himself and learn the mystical arts of his family.
The first thing he killed looked like a mixture between a dragon and a cat. The thing was fierce and he barely made the kill, how could this thing be harder than a xenoqueen you ask? The hide of this creature could absorb all the spells he casted in it. So he had to use the weapons of his clan to killed it.
The last creature was a large reptile that loved to swim in magma. The thing was not resistant to spell thank goodness. But was fast and cunning. He killed one and again stored it with the other aboard his dropship . He walked over the elder and presented both dead creatures. He placed the Xenomorph finger bone in queen and with what looked to be plasma from his hands.
He casted a long and intricate spell. The spell made the heartstrings of the feline dragon, the blood of the reptile and the bone mix together with a pieces of an old dagger that was nearby. In blinding light the things fused into one dangerous looking dagger.
It was on his 18th birthday that his mother braided his hair in the traditional locks of his family. He almost wished he was fighting a Xenomorph hive. That would be less painful than hearing his mother sing. He loved her to pieces but had a tin ear that made her the single worst singer of their entire clan.
The way his hair felt was no picnic either but nothing could compare to her lousy singing. He focused on the pain to try and block out the singing. He pat him on the back and told him she was done, to wake up. The clan couldn't believe he actually fell asleep during that whole torture session. The elder used to joke if they ever wanted to see a xenomorph commit suicide just ask his daughter to sing for it.
The next day he received a few very nice gifts from the elder. The armor he was wearing was actually a very old one he once used. He commissioned to have a brand new armor, weapons and that of course included the top of the line visor and wrist terminal. He would need those, but the thing that surprised him was that the cloaking device did not take as long to charge and it consumed a lot less energy.
His grandmother not wanting to be topped by her mate, gave him his very own ship and a portable trophy storage device. The best for the Predator who simply did not want to waste time during a hunt. Rage found it a bit touching his grandparents were just giving him these things. But deep down he knew that their was more going on that him being recognized as an adult.
"Elder I do not wish to seem ungrateful, but what is going to happen to me!? " the elder began to laugh seeing his grandson figure it out. "I would not worry if I were you, grandson. You are simply going to go on a mission of self discovery. You know that you are part ooman. You also know my daughter did not give birth to you. I do love you as my very own grandson but I wish for you to find what happened to your birth parents and maybe do a little hunting while you are looking. "
" Elder, This is my only home and family. I do not even know the ooman language." the elder gave him permission to cast the assimilation spell. The spell was forbidden because the caster gained all knowledge of the one he cast it on, but would cause the intended target to become a pile of ash. Killing in this manner would mean he could not collect a trophy to honor their combat against each other. This means he would have to gain the knowledge from a dishonorable prey.
Rage did not like the idea of having the knowledge of a dishonorable prey inside himself, but understood the necessity of doing so. Shade was in tears as she saw her little boy in his new armor. "Now don't eat any of the weird food those ooman eat until you do a scan of it. Be sure to collect trophies from honorable prey and be sure to wash the blood from your weapons. I am going to miss you, my little ankle bitter"
Goddess did he hate that nickname she gave him. It was not his fault that she always gave him the leg of what they were eating. Rage kissed his mother's head and she gave him a rather painful hug. Rage almost wanted ask if she wanted anything. She told him to find a good mate and make a few grandkids for her to play with. He left towards his ship airlock wondering why she asked for something like that? If he had asked she would tell him it was female intuition.
The truth of the matter was that he was perfectly happy with his clan. How could he be unhappy? A mother who taught him almost everything he would ever need. Grandparents that that would teach him amazing spells and wonder stories that made each lesson an adventure. Now he had to go to the most uncivilized place in the Galaxy.
He never quite understood why his clan held that particular cesspool in so high regard. They called it their sacred hunting ground. From what his mother told him, some of these ooman would sell their own mothers as cattle for something they called money. He never had to use such thing in his entire life. Kill a beast, claim a trophy and use the rest to barter for something the clan needed.
But to sell your own mother purely out of personal greed. His ship entered standard orbit and engaged the passive cloaking and sensor dampening. As he entered the atmosphere he saw that at least they had some nice jungles. Nothing like their home world but nice to look at.
A group of men where looking for a nice quiet place to take a nap, they were slavers out to sell captured veela to a few brothels. These men were on look out duty and to transport the newest merchandise they captured in the forest. As one of the men was about to take a piss on a nearby tree he heard something massive crash a few hundred feet from their camp.
Rage had just exited the dropship and set the instructions for it to return to the ship, when he saw a ooman in his visors thermal scanner. He switched it to neural scan and it was as plain as day what kind a person he really was. "Just landed and I have to deal with the vermin, oh yes this place is wonderful." He turned on his cloak and waited for the ooman to get distracted.
As soon as he did he stabbed the scepter into the man and did the assimilation spell. After a flash of light he knew his language and that he had raped, murdered and sold females into slavery. He also knew that his so called friends had a camp where they kept their newly captured merchandise. Rage knew he had to ensure these females.
The idiots were drinking together on the farside of the camp. He targeted them with his disc launcher and with a swift movement he launched three serrated discs that killed the slavers in a quick and efficient manner.
Little did he know that one of the supposed slaves was in fact a man dressed I female clothing, pretending to be on of the captives. The sick bastard's role was to demoralized the captives by making them believe rescue was impossible and doing what the captures wanted was the only way to survive.
As Rage scanned the captives with his neural scanner he picked out the one pretending to be a captive. He was in his own cell. As the cage door popped open he immediately began to look for the reason for the door to open. What he found was two blades sticking through his chest ending his life.
Rage deactivated his cloak and opened the cage. "Do not worry, I am here to rescue you, can you make it to a nearby town on your own name?" a small blonde girl said that they could but her sister was still held somewhere else. "Do not worry, I will save the others. You need to either find some Aurors or go to a nearby town. I will rescue the others." the young girl introduced herself as Gabrielle, he told her his name was Rage.
As soon as they calmed down, he activated his cloaking device. He walked towards the location of the main camp. When he got there and saw that their were many of the scummy slavers. "The boss wants to make sure we do not damage the merchandise when we taste the goods. And don't worry as long as they have those collars they are no better than muggles . The boss is the lucky one, he is tasting the best of the lot."
Rage sneaked into the supposed boss's living place. There he found a very pregnant witch dressed like the slavers. Thanks to the knowledge he took from the other slaver he knew that the witch was the sadistic wife of the boss of the slavers. She enjoyed seeing pretty young women get beaten up like animals. Which she also did to those that did not obey them.
Rage knew it was wrong to kill a female, and worse if she was pregnant. He knocked her out and placed her in a safe place. "I am going to have so much fun breaking you. By the end I might just keep you as my personal plaything. With the wife pregnant I don't get to have as much fun as before."
"You sick bastard do you have any idea who I am? I am the daughter of the Minister of Magic of France. If you hurt me their will be no place where you can hide from my father's wrath. " the slaver began to laugh like he heard the biggest joke of them all.
" How do you think we have evaded the Aurors and knew where you and your sister were going to be? Your papa's own assistant actually works for us. He will be able to blame the aurors for your death. And then you will be mine for the rest of your days. Now come here and let us have a taste!? "
Rage considered the ooman a miniature Xenoqueen. But that would be an insult to the Xenoqueen. As he tried to grab her Rage sent a cutter that cut the ooman in half from his head down to his crotch. Fleur was covered from head to toe in the man's blood.
"You should relax I am here to save you. Here let me take care of your collar. " Fleur looked very confused but he walked near him, she did not know why he made her feel so drawn to him. He placed a metallic small cylinder to her collar, " Listen take this key and unlock the other cages. Escape with the others, Gabrielle should be 30 meters South of our present location, do not stop. I will take care of the vermin, trust me nothing bad will happen to you. But you need to go now!?"
She did as he asked and when a new slaver tried to touch her a green light flashed and the slaver would be blasted in half. She managed to get all the other veela out and she told then to follow her. 20 meters in the direction of the camp she met her father and his Aurors.
"on my precious Gabrielle told us a strange tale of an armored being rescuing her and going to rescue you as well." Fleur looked almost frantic. "father it is no tale, my rescuer is fighting the slavers to buy us time to escape, but he is 40 to one. If we don't go help I fear for the worst he must not die!?"
Francis did not know why his daughter was so focused on saving the stranger but he did not want to make her feel worse. He ordered his Aurors to be ready for combat and follow him.