Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter and world belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't own Mortal Kombat (nor do I know who does...). I also don't own a phrase in here thatIborrowed from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean (by Disney) and adapted it to fit my purpose.
(A/N: Whew... I'll try to get in a chapter when I can. I have things to do in order for me to pass my junior year. Oh, and do you think I covered everything in my disclaimer? Kudos to those who know the phrase I'm talking about... it just seemed to fit so perfectly when I was writing...)
Chapter 2: Mortal Kombat! Er…the Fight
"Yes, Trixie?" Harry replied, his calm voice belying the anger churning deep within.
The Death Eater grew angrier. "Don't call me that, baby Potter!"
Harry grinned at her obvious anger. "I'll call you whatever I want to, Trixie. After all, this is my house." His grin grew wider at her furious expression.
Time seemed to slow as he heard her heartbeat quicken, and her muscles flex and strain. He saw her eyes widen just a fraction, and saw the signal she gave behind her back. He heard the air come up through the lungs, through the voice box to say the words… Harry ducked
"Avada Kedavra!" Time sped back up, as the curse flew from the wand pointing at Harry. But Harry was no longer there. The wall behind where he had been standing blew up as the green light hit it.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, and Bellatrix flew back into her fellow Death Eaters as her wand floated to Harry's outstretched hand. 'How in the world did I do that?' Harry wondered, but banished the thought as he ducked another curse.
"Stupefy!" Harry put a shield up, which bounced the curse back upon its caster. He then sent off a stunning curse of his own, which took down a Death Eater who was about to cast a curse.
As Harry and the Death Eaters continued exchanging spells, the Dursleys were watching, wide-eyed, from their separate bedroom doors at the eyehole. When the talking woke them up, they were furious, and tried to get out the door to tell Harry and whoever was out there to go away. When they tried to open the door, however, it stayed shut, and a note appeared in front of them. They were, of course, appalled by the flagrant use of magic, but were fearful of doing anything else. Then they read the note. In it, Harry explained that yes, he had used magic on the doors to keep them silent and shut. There were bad wizards in the house, ones who wouldn't hesitate to kill non-magic folk like the Dursleys' in their sleep. So, Harry had put the charms up, and left a note to appear whenever they tried to open the door. He asked that they please, try to remain quiet, so he could make sure that he wasn't distracted during the sure-to-come battle. And, if they didn't believe him, he wrote, they could look through an eyehole that was only on their side of the door.
They did. And they saw Harry using his wand, flinging different beams of light at the people in black robes… Death Eaters, Harry called them in his letter. It was apparent by the scorches in the wall behind him that he was telling the truth. And suddenly all three Dursleys' were glad that Harry was there to protect them.
"Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!" Each curse found its mark, and three Death Eaters fell. Harry ducked and cast a shield charm as another Death Eater tried to curse Harry. The curse rebounded, felling another Death Eater.
Harry was trying hard to get them all down, but it seemed that when one fell, another joined the fight. To his credit, there were more Death Eaters down than fighting.
Harry sensed someone coming up behind him, and ducked. He stared at the sickly green light as it sped over him, and hit a Death Eater. "Curses, Potter, why can't you stay still! That almost got you!"
"Not much incentive for me to stay still, now is it?" Harry retorted, and stunned Bellatrix, who hadpicked up her wand from where Harry had dropped it during the fightand made her way behind him. He turned around, and quickly cast a shield charm, but it broke as the Imperius Curse hit him.
'Stand still!' A voice in Harry's mind urged him. Harry chuckled. "Not a snowball's chance in Hades." He replied, out loud, to the caster. The Death Eater fell with a well-sent stunner.
There were only a few Death Eaters left standing that weren't injured. Both sides paused, and Harry took a chance to subtly look around, while still keeping one eye the standing Death Eaters. Most of the Death Eaters on the floor were stunned. A few others were lying down because of injuries. Some were dead, hit by Killing Curses that Harry had avoided. Harry sent stunning spells at those who were still conscious on the floor.
"Would you just like to surrender now? You won't win, you know." Harry stated the obvious. Harry had a shield charm on, just in case. He also heard a hoot coming from inside his room. He smiled.
One of the still-standing Death Eaters sneered. "It's five against one. It's you who won't win."
"Actually, I believe your odds are wrong. It's five against seven. Mr. Potter was right." The Death Eater turned in time to see an Auror send a stunning spell at him. The five other Aurors followed the first's example, stunning the remaining Death Eaters. Harry was relieved to see that the lead Auror was Kingsley Shacklebolt, also an Order member.
"Now, Mr. Potter, would you please surrender you wand?" Kingsley turned to him.
Harry gripped his wand tightly. "Not until you tell me what you're going to do with me and my wand."
Kingsley sighed. "I'm going to perform Priori Incatatem, to check your wand for some of the spells we've registered at this address."
Harry decided to err on the side of caution. "Only if you give me your wand first."
A chuckle that Harry recognized sounded. "Doesn't miss a trick, that Potter. Potter, what did Dumbledore use for a Portkey in the Ministry to send you back?"
Harry grinned. Mad-Eye Moody was still as paranoid as ever. "The head of the wizard statue of that fountain. Where did you put your eye last summer?"
The Aurors blinked in surprise as Moody laughed. "In a glass of water in this very house. Wands down, Aurors, this is the real Potter. You can be sure that he didn't do any dark magic around here."
Kingsley sighed again. "We know he didn't, but we still want to get his wand signature to compare with the magical residue around this place."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "I named my condition, Auror. You want my wand, we trade for it."
Kingsley motioned with his hands, and the Aurors' wands rose. He held out his wand in one hand, and opened the other. Harry stepped forward, aware of the wands following him, and placed his wand in the open hand while grabbing Kingsley's, and stepped back.
Kingsley borrowed a wand from one of the other Aurors, and waved it over Harry's. A small, ghostly image of a stunner appeared. Another wave made the wand glow gold. Immediately, another Auror with a wand performed a spell. The hallway and stairs filled with different glows in different shapes instantly. Harry raised Kingsley's wand, ready to defend himself if needed, although with the five other wands trained on him, it wouldn't help much.
Kingsley directed the borrowed wand at Harry as the other Aurors spread out and searched everywhere. In a few seconds, they all came back. "His wand is all clear, sir. There is also no taint of gold in any of the dark spells hear. He's clean."
The wands lowered, and Kingsley traded back wands with the Auror, and then Harry. "Sorry about that, Mr. Potter. Nothing personal, but we had to do our duty."
Harry nodded. "Understood, Auror… Shacklebolt, was it? I'm sure you have questions for me, but that'll have to wait just a second."
The Aurors were about to protest, and drew their wands as Harry aimed at something. "Finite Incatatem!" The doors to the Dursley's room sprung open, and the occupants spilled out. The Dursleys' found themselves at the end of seven wands, as Harry hadn't put his away yet.
"Harry, are you all right? And what happened?" Aunt Petunia had the guts to ask. Harry had to admire her for it.
"Aurors, stand down. These are my relatives. They're muggles, but they've already been informed of the Wizarding World." Harry told the Aurors. Wands lowered again. Some started checking the bodes of the fallen Death Eaters for anything very carefully.
"I'm fine, Aunt Petunia. The Aurors here are just making sure that the Death Eaters won't get away. None of them will hurt you." Moody chuckled even as he cautiously picked up one of the stunned Death Eater's wands. Even he could hear the implied threat directed toward the Aurors.
Harry continued. "It would probably be best if you, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley went back to sleep. I'll make sure that all of them are removed, and that the proper repairs are done." Soothed by his words, and by what they had just seen, the Dursleys' went back into their rooms, and shut the door.
Kingsley had by then counted the bodies. "Potter, you took on twenty Death Eaters by yourself?"
Harry turned back around and shrugged. "Were there really that many? Well, yes, I guess. But really, mostly all I had to do was duck, shoot, and shield. They really just kind of took out themselves with their own curses."
Kingsley blinked and chuckled. The rest of the Aurors stared in disbelief. "Very well, Mr. Potter. We'll take it from here. Dawlish, Williamson, get the bodies together and bind them up. Moody, go with them and put them in separate cells in holding area three. Penberthy and Walters, start repairing. Mr. Potter, if you'd please just move to the side…"
Harry obliged, and watched as Moody and two other Aurors gathered up the bodies and Apparated them away. Two more Aurors went about doing repairing charms, making the area look as it was before. Kingsley inspected the area with his wand, trying to figure out what exactly happened. When the two Aurors were done repairing, Kingsley turned to Harry.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. You've done a lot of us a favor by capturing those Death Eaters. We might have questions for you later on. For now, we ask that you please stay in your home and speak to no one until an owl informs you other wise. Have a nice day."
Harry blinked as the two Aurors Disapparated, and was ushered to his room by Kingsley. "Harry, what in the world happened? Professor Dumbledore swore you'd be safe! And how in the world did you do all that?" Kinglsey waved his hands vaguely in the direction of the hall.
Anger built up in Harry. First he was being treated like an adult, and now like a kid? His voice turned icy. "Mr. Potter would like to remind Auror Shacklebolt that he was instructed to keep silent about the matter. Mr. Potter also prefers to be treated like an adult."
Kingsley shivered, and decided not to press for information. The Aurorhad knownJames Potter, and knew that the last Potter sounded exactly like his dad when he got mad. And if Harry could take out twenty Death Eaters when he wasn't ticked off… well, it just didn't seem to bode well for him if he talked to Harry right now. He Disapparated away as well, still slightly in awe of Harry.
Harry was left standing in his room, alone except for a Snowy Owl and his own anger.
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