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I haven't updated this story in a long time. But I'm going to give it a few more chapters and see where I stand on it. For Christmas I plan on giving each of my active stories a 10k word chapter.
Harry walked briskly through the bustling streets of London. He needed to get to the safehouse, where he would be able to do a few rituals to make his presence more thoroughly. Right now he had very little protection, and something his old master had taught him was that protecting yourself was very important, especially when one was in the backyard of Albus Dumbledore's stomping grounds.
Rubbing his hand over his wand, still in his pocket, Harry felt somewhat reassured. It had been a while since his teacher's death, and Harry had only grown more paranoid since then. Harry's head was on a swivel as he moved through the streets, always watching and checking behind his shoulder to make sure he was not being followed. It would not do to be attacked in the middle of London.
Albus Dumbledore had been following the strong magical presence that he had felt for about half an hour through the streets of London. The presence was travelling normally, and Albus did not think that he had been spotted or detected. He was closing in on the location of this presence, and as he rounded a corner he caught a glimpse of a figure with long, black hair, and aristocratic features. The figure was glancing around, trying to surreptitiously check it's surroundings for any danger.
Albus felt his heartbeat quicken and adrenaline pump through his veins. This was Harry Potter. Albus held no doubts that it was Harry, who else could it be? Following at a suitable distance, and keeping Harry in sight, Dumbledore began the process of sending a message to some of the old members of the Order of the Phoenix. This was a bit of a tricky process while in muggle London, but it could be done.
"Celare Nuntius." Dumbledore muttered as he focused magic through his hand. It was a rather tricky spell to do right, but it seemed as if it had worked. The spell had sent his message to a few of the old Order members, telling them to apparate to him when he sent the next message, and that they should be ready for anything. After all, Harry had spent years with and training under Gellert Grindelwald, a very powerful and dangerous wizard before his death.
Albus was very excited. This was his chance to at least begin the process of righting some of the wrongs that he had done to Harry.
Harry was being followed, and he knew it. He did not know who was following him, but he knew he was being followed. He did not recognize the man, who had short brown hair and a non-descript looking face.
Harry picked up his speed slightly, and began taking a few side streets, staying in busy areas. He walked right past the building that housed his safehouse flat, and kept trying to shake his pursuer. He could not think of anyone who would know him or want to be following him, except for Dumbledore or one of his pawns. This was worrying for Harry, while he knew he was powerful, he also knew that he stood no chance against Dumbledore. The ancient headmaster simply had too much experience, power, and advantages over Harry.
All of this thinking soon had Harry frantic, walking briskly and obviously alerting his pursuer to the fact that he knew what was happening. The subtle and drawn out chase lasted for another half hour throughout London.
Eyeing ahead of himself Harry saw a side street he could turn down, that would possibly allow him to lose his follower. Approaching and turning down the side street Harry quickly walked in. This turned out to be a big mistake, as it led to nothing but a dead-end. Hearing three distinct pop sounds behind him Harry whirled around, his wand raised and a curse at the tip of his tongue.
Albus had followed Harry all through London, still hidden under his heavy glamour charms. At some point the boy had noticed the man tailing him, and had increased his pace, turning down streets at random in an effort to lose Dumbledore. None of this worked however, and Albus was getting more and more excited. He had made contact with a few members of the Order, and would be able to make a move on Harry very soon, he just needed to wait until the right moment.
Seeing Harry turn down a sidestreet, that Albus knew was really a dead-end he whispered the messaging spell again, "Celare Nuntius." And Albus went into the alleyway, his wand at the ready, and his mind alert and sharp. He would not fail in his mission.
Pop… Pop… Pop
Ah, there it was. His reinforcements arriving. He had called Mad-Eye Moody, Minerva Mcgonagall, and Severus Snape. Mad-Eye was still one of the best duelists in Britain, despite his age and somewhat falling health, Mcgonagall was quick with her wand too, and would be a great help on this little mission. Albus summoned Snape as well because he knew that Harry had trained under Gellert Grindelwald, who had trained Harry in dark magic and necromancy. Snape would be a key figure in countering any dark magic that the boy threw at the group before they could subdue him.
The three new arrivals crouched low, in perfect dueling stance, as they quickly moved up parallel with Albus, and the group all moved into the alleyway.
Harry watched from the shadows as Albus and his group entered the alleyway. Seeing Albus Dumbledore, now without the heavy glamour that had concealed his identity from Harry, nearly made Harry have a fit. He could feel his own blood pumping through his veins, going faster and faster as he grew more and more enraged. Here was Albus Dumbledore, the man who had imprisoned his master, his teacher, for years in a horrible prison, and had killed him after he had escaped and found Harry. Dumbledore had completely shattered Harry's life, and could not even see it.
Eyeing directly down his wand Harry muttered, "Facit Animan" and a dark colored spell shot out of his wand, hard to see in the dim light of the alley. Harry knew his situation was dire, he was cornered with no real place to go. He could have apparated out, but that time had past. He had felt Anti-Apparition wards go up as soon as he had heard the three pop's that had signified the arrival of Dumbledore's team.
Harry knew he was in dire straits, and had taken that into consideration with his opening spell. It was a horrible spell, and tiring to cast but Harry could endure it. It would simply rend the victim's soul, disconnecting it from the physical body in an excruciatingly painful process, that would only end in the death of the victim.
Seeing the dark bolt fly down the alley, Harry saw the pale man with long dark hair, widen his eyes and deflect the spell with it's counter-curse, which was again a taxing spell to cast.
Harry recognized this man as Severus Snape. Indeed, Harry recognized all of the people in the alleyway who had come to attack him. Gellert had had Harry go over pictures and files of everyone that was close to Albus Dumbledore, especially ex-members of his Order of the Phoenix. Harry knew the power and aptitude of everyone in that alleyway.
Knowing what he must do, Harry began summoning dark magic to himself, preparing a powerful spell that might give him an opportunity to escape.
"Albus, you know that spell as well as i do. He's not playing around." Snape muttered to the group.
Snape had deflected the spell, sending it smashing off-course and into one of the brick walls where it punched a hole clean through.
"I can feel him gathering magic for something… Albus! He's summoning something!" Snape had not lost his cool yet, which Albus appreciated. It would not do for his dark magic expert to lose his nerve.
Mad- Eye twisted his wand, sending a stupefy down to the opposite end of the alley, at precisely the same time Mcgonagall did as well. Albus was not directly engaged in the fight, he was concentrating on keeping up very powerful wards and protections that kept this little battle from attracting muggles or wizards and witches, and also from having the extreme dark magic detected by the Ministry of Magic. The last thing they needed was an elite squad of Unspeakables charge into the already rather crowded alleyway.
The group flinched as they heard Harry's next spell, and they all prepared to counter-attack.
Channeling half of the dark magic that he had gathered to himself through his wand Harry muttered the dark incantation in Latin, "Vocare Osseus." And as the magic flew forth from his wand and made contact with the ground Harry cast again, "Vocare Osseus."
These two spells were two of the most taxing that Harry knew, but would also serve him well here.
From the ground where each spell had made contact a dark purple, swirling void of magic had appeared, and from within each of these two swirling voids a being crawled out. A skeleton, ancient and frail-looking, armed with nearly- completely rusted steel armor and blades crawled out of the ground, having been Summoned by their master. See that was what made powerful Necromancer's so dangerous, that they could Summon and Dismiss their reanimated servants at will, This meant that the more powerful Necromancer's nearly indistinguishable from ordinary witches and wizards. They could simply Dismiss their vast hordes of Undead, and reSummon them when it was appropriate. This allowed Necromancer's with this ability to grow their hordes without having a rambling, shambling army of Undead following them everywhere. This useful skill was one of the things that Gellert had taught Harry before he had been cut down again at Dumbledore's hands.
Multiple spells slammed into the rusted armor of the skeletons, most simply bouncing off, sliding off, or barely chipping the armor or bone. This was because the two Skeletons that Harry had summoned were exceptionally powerful, as Skeletons came. Harry had spent hours enchanting and charming them to be quite powerful for whenever he would need to Summon them. Despite this, they would very likely not survive this encounter, but would possibly allow Harry to escape.
As the group watched the two Skeletons arise from the paved ground of the alleyway, they reacted fiercely. Spell after spell crashed into the Skeletons, but it did not slow them down. As they fully rose from the ground the two Skeletons brought up their swords and charged. At this point Albus was fairly worried, but soon realized he should not have been.
As the Skeletons made their charge then suddenly the entire alleyway filled with thick black smoke, nearly impossible to see through.
After a few well placed, and quite overpowered Incendio's from the three fighters with Albus, the Skeletons were brought down.
From the direction of where Mad-Eye had been standing everyone could hear a scuffle. It soon became evident that Harry had tried to use the charging Skeletons and the thick smoke-screen as a distraction for him to attempt to escape. Throughout the whole ordeal Albus had not allowed the wards to fall, and even now that he saw a bound and unconscious Harry Potter at Mad-Eye's feet he did not let the spells release.
"Well done, my friends. Scrub the area of magic, if you would, please."
As the group set about scrubbing the area of any magical residue or anything that would be detected once Albus dropped his spells, Mcgonagall asked a question, "Albus, he knew dark magic. Very dark magic. You never told us where he had been all these years."
"She's right, Albus." Mad-Eye spoke, his eye still swivelling around, unwilling to drop its guard.
Severus simply nodded in response, showing that he too was curious about where the Potter brat had learned such powerful dark magic, and where the hell the boy had learned such strong Necromancy.
Albus sighed, and as he dropped the spells he simply said. "All will be revealed, come with me to Hogwarts." And apparated away.
Harry had timed his move perfectly. The three fights had been suitably distracted by his Skeletons and smoke screen. Making a sprinting run to attempt and get past the line of fighters, Harry had forgotten one crucial bit of information. Mad-Eye's magical eye had not been affected by the smoke screen at all, and he had simply 'gunned' Harry down, so to speak, as he had made his sprint to the exit.
This had not gone well for Harry, his last thought and utterance as he felt the ropes bind around him, and could see the orange Stupefy heading his way was extremely vulgar. How could he have forgotten about Mad-Eye's eye? It was in the man's goddamn name after all. Harry felt exceptionally stupid as the Stupefy hit him dead center, and his consciousness immediately left him.
Well that was chapter whatever this is of The Life and Death of Harry Potter. Let me know what y'all think in a review or PM, they really mean a lot to me.
Check out my other stories, especially the Rewrite of Night is Long, and How a Roman Should Die. Those are two of my favorites. If you're into the Warhammer 40k universe, then check out my story What Was Once Forgotten.
Also, as I said, I plan to release a 10k word chapter for each of my stories on Christmas day, let me know what y'all think about that. A nice Christmas present? Too ambitious? Too much? Too rushed? Let me know.