Many developments in this chapter, well thanks to everyone who voted in my 'who should die next' vote. I have taken onboard the few opinions I received, which is odd, because according to the story traffic I had over 1000 people reading it on the day it was posted. Where were the votes, guys?
Any way thanks to the input I received I have a general idea of what is going to happen in this, and the next chapter.
Ready to take the bait?
\The trap/
Harry was pacing up and down the Grand Hall. His inner circle was gathered. The Master Spy, Master General, Master Smiths and the Master Crafter were stood around him.
"A new elemental has awakened. We need to locate it. In the mean time we need to remind everyone we are here. Daphne, leak a trail that leads to an abandoned apartment. Seamus, I want three small teams, one in the apartment, one will ransack diagon ally, and the third will enter the muggle world and destroy Kings Cross Station. Select three Captains to lead the teams. Fred and George, take two of the recruits, apprentice them, the war just escalated and we need more weapons. Luna, design the wards for the Tower."
They bowed as one. "Good luck."
\The trap/
Two days later a four man team of Cadian, which is what Harry renamed his soldiers, was hidden in a small apartment, in a seedy neighbourhood. Their leader, Neville, was eager to prove himself to Harry, when he heard a noise instantly he signalled his men to attack the shadowed figure.
Every spell was blocked easily and when the Cadians moved to engage the target in melee they found themselves easily beaten. Neville summoned his rage and began a flurry of quick strikes that pushed the attacker back. The attacker dropped his sword as Neville swung downwards, drove the hilt of his sword into Neville's throat, causing him to gag, and then hit Neville again with the hilt in his cheek, cutting him.
"The blade isn't the only part of the sword."
Coughing and spluttering, Neville managed to raise his sword again. "Who are you?"
The stranger pulled down his hood, revealing Harry. "My lord, I did not recognise you without your armour. Forgive me and my…"
Harry cut Neville off, "It is of no matter. I rather enjoyed this spar, but it makes me realise that your talents are wasted here. Take your men and return to Caesar. Your part in this plan is over."
"Yes, lord."
Neville helped his men to their feet, before taking out a gold compass and apparating to Caesar. The compass was Luna's idea. The compass would take you through the wards, but first you needed to know where Caesar was to apparate there.
Harry sat down in a shadow and waited. The Order would be coming soon, and he was going to surprise everyone.
\The trap/
Seamus was training in the arena against two Templars, elite Cadians, when he saw the flash of light that signified the return of one of the strike teams. He hurried to the drop point, and was shocked to see Neville and his squad, beaten and battered, panting in the grass.
"Did the Order take the bait?" Seamus asked, eyeing the nasty cut on Neville's cheek.
"No it was Harry."
"Harry?"
"He said the plan had changed."
"What?"
Meanwhile,
"We move in on three. Stun only we want to question them."
The Order members assigned to take the supplies from the Forgotten Legion, moved slowly. Inside Harry could hear everything they were saying. Currently they were outside the door, about to move in. Harry pulled the hood up on his cloak, thinking they won't know what hit them.
\The trap/
The four order members that survived the ambush Harry had sprung on them carried Harry's inert form into the Order's Headquarters. Harry hadn't used his Lightning, as to hide who he was until such time as he was willing to reveal it.
"Where's Dumbledore?" asked Tonks. She was one of the survivors, as harry didn't want to reveal his best spy.
Molly spoke up. "Mr Dumbledore is off taking to Hermione. They went to Hogwarts, until she can control her power."
Elementals had to learn to control their powers; otherwise they might overload and burn themselves out. Literally in terms of Fire and Lightning elementals. Harry himself took nearly a month to control his powers and that was longer than normal. The more powerful you were the longer it took. An elementals capability was only limited by their imagination in relation to their powers.
The rage, which Harry had been carefully controlling, rose up unbidden with in him at the sight of the overprotective mother hen. She had had Plans for Harry. Plans he really didn't like. She would Pay.
Sirius stood up. "Take him into the basement. Is he the only prisoner? You said there would be more, Tonks, or did you kill the rest?"
"He was the only one, Sirius. He killed 12 men on his own." Tonks tried to sound sad at the deaths, but she just couldn't.
A few order members got a glint in their eyes after hearing that fact. Many would be volunteering for guard duty tonight. They were going to keep a very close eye on this prisoner.
Inside the basement Harry was chained to the walls in ancient chains that had 'been here since forever' as Sirius put it. Then he was left in the darkness, until the first guard, Kingsley, made his way down. Kingsley had been one of the four survivors and was looking for retribution.
\The trap/
Dumbledore didn't return that night, or the next day, so Harry was left in the basement for nearly a full day, being beaten by the guards till their fists bled, or being cursed. Many times they tried to remove his hood and cloak, but they couldn't.
Then, exactly 24 hours after Harry had been 'captured' he received a most pleasant visitor. Sirius.
His godfather came bearing a tray of food. Just a steak, some bread and jug of water. He carefully fed the prisoner, almost lovingly, but he did not know why he did. He felt familiar. The dog part of him was bounding around happily barking Pack! Pack! Pack! After the prisoner finished eating, Sirius gathered up everything he brought down and turned to leave, when a hoarse voice called him.
"S-Sirius."
He spun around angrily. "How do you know my name? Were you sent here to kill us? Who are you?" he asked in rapid succession.
The prisoner threw his head back with more strength than should be available to someone who had spent the last day being beaten, and Sirius looked into Harry's blue eyes.
"Harry?"
"Sirius." Harry responded, still hoarsely. Tonks, to keep up her cover as a spy, had cursed him in the throat, restricting his windpipe and preventing him from revealing any secrets, as if he would.
"Why? Why, Harry, Why?"
"Vengeance 'cough'."
"For what? All we did was best for you."
"Beating me Keeping me a slave? Telling me nothing? Throwing me, untrained, into the world? Planning to make me a slave forever? To get at my money and fame! They were best for me?" Harry's weak voice was rising now, and it's almost hypnotic quality was coming back.
"I didn't know, Harry, I didn't know!" Sirius pleaded, kneeling on the ground. "Harry, believe me, I would do nothing to harm you."
"I know Sirius." Harry said forgivingly.
"Who did those things to you? Who beat you? Who tried to enslave you? Tell me!" Sirius' voice had lost the pleading edge, and now was filled with righteous anger. His pack had been harmed and the canine side of him was braying for blood.
"Them."
"The order?" Sirius asked, cocking his head, dog-like.
There was a flash of light, and the chains holding Harry to the wall were gone. He stood up fully and the shabby cloak he had been wearing began to burn of, his Lightning armour flaring up. "Join me Sirius, and together we shall gain vengeance."
\The trap/
The door to the basement was blasted open by Harry, sending shards of ancient oak into the kitchen. One shard, about 2 feet long, impaled an Order member, pinning him to the wall he was stood against. Another tried to raise his wand, but Harry was faster in two quick movements harry had sliced the man's arms off using Thunderbite, his sword. One arm was cauterised by the lightning flowing through the sword, but the other was not, sending spurts of blood around the small hallway. Rather than let the man have a quick merciful death, Harry left him to bleed out, but not before removing his tongue with a small slice.
Surprisingly no one came to see the source of the large explosion. Their loss. He silently moved through the orders headquarters, Sirius following. They came to the kitchen, and the smell of well cooked food. Harry eased the door open and saw Molly cooking a stew. Harry grinned.
Harry stealthily walked into the kitchen and drew a cook's knife that was already dripping with blood. He stabbed downwards, causing the plump woman to scream. He had stabbed the knife through her hand, and into the counter she had been working on. Sirius followed up with a solid right hook that knocked her to the floor, her hand still attached to the counter.
Harry began to pour the scalding stew onto Molly, before beating her with the hot pan she had been cooking with. The red-hot pan caused burns wherever Harry hit the poor woman. Sirius decided to change into his dog form and began to bite Molly, causing deep gauges that Harry was quick to smack with the pan.
They left her, semi-unconscious, in the kitchen. Then they made their way into the entrance and prepared to leave Dumbledore walked in leading Hermione and Minister Fudge.
"As you can see Minister, with an elemental on our side we have levelled the playing field against the Forgotten Legion. Also I have received word that one of their members has been captured, so soon their secrets will be ours. This location is the most secure in…Britain. Oh merlin! Harry!"
Harry grinned and took up a battle stance. "Headmaster, Minister, Traitor. I'd love to stay and chat, but I really have to go. See, unlike you, I'm getting ready for this war. Now if you'll excuse me."
Dumbledore moved to stop Harry, Hermione taking on her battle stance. When Remus Lupin burst through the door, with many other order members behind him.
"You can't beat us Harry. Now surrender." The old man said.
"Harry, is it true?" Remus asked.
"What?" Almost everyone asked at once.
"Is it true what you said about werewolf rights? The clans are talking about joining you."
Harry looked the werewolf in the eye, whilst keeping Dumbledore in the corner of his eye. "Yes, Remus."
"Then I swear myself to you, in hopes that it aids you." The order looked at Remus in shock. He had just defected in front of them all. They took that as the cue to attack.
Remus and Sirius worked well together, almost as if they were one man in two bodies. They fought with equal ferocity, without abandon. Slaying the order members who dared face the two headed beast.
Harry was engaging Dumbledore and Hermione, as well as the various order members that tried to kill him. Hermione seemed to be in full control of her powers, creating ice shards to fling at Harry, who sidestepped or flicked them away with small bursts of Lightning. Then Harry would repost, unleashing a barrage at the Ice elemental, which could barely hold back the vicious onslaught. At the same time Dumbledore was struggling to find an opening to hit Harry. The uneven numbers left the battle evenly matched due to Harry's side's skill, even then they were taking more hits than the Order, Harry had been hit a few times, one shard of ice hitting his shoulder where there was no armour and going right through. .
"Give it up Harry; I am the more powerful of the two of us! I tamed my power in days!" Hermione had a crazed look in her eyes.
"The more power you have, the longer it takes, Hermione." Harry retorted. She growled and attacked again, holding nothing back. Behind Harry, Sirius and Remus were tiring, and Tonks had somehow joined them. Harry made one of his Flash balls and threw it to Tonks, who activated it and Flashed herself, Sirius and Remus out of there.
That left Harry alone against what seemed to be most of the order, and Dumbledore and Hermione. He drew Thunderbite, and the battle continued. Harry moved so swiftly and elegantly that it looked like he was dancing. He killed half the order pretty quickly, and the remaining few decided to back down.
The fight had spilled onto the street, and a few muggles were gaping at the spectacle. Harry grinned and wandlessly threw one of the watchers into a house. Before the small child hit the brick wall, Dumbledore managed to cast a cushioning charm to protect the boy, but that momentary distraction was enough for Harry. He poured lightning into the old man, eliciting a scream from Dumbledore.
"Stop it, Potter!" Harry spun around, keeping the flow of power going. Ron Weasley stood defiantly. On the ground, Hermione tried to push herself up. Her eyes softened when she saw Ron, something unmissed by Harry. His grin widened even more as he looked into her ice blue eyes.
His other hand shot out and an arc of lightning like the one hitting Dumbledore reached out and grabbed Ron. Hermione screamed. "Nooo! Let them go!"
"I'll let one of them go. Now choose. Your leader? Or your love?" She was indecisive, and the order was calling out to her with their opinions. "Hurry, Granger, I don't know how long they can hold on."
A vein twitched in her ice elementals forehead, she let out a guttural roar and threw out her arms, firing a wave of ice shards at Harry, who merely released the flow of electricity into Dumbledore and Ron. Then he raised his hand, and small sparks of static flashed between his fingers. When the shards were mere inches away from him, he released the charge, shattering all the shards.
"Pathetic," he said to the panting woman, who could barely stand at this point. The strain of overusing her powers had sent her hair completely white, the same shade as snow. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Minister Fudge, cowering in the ruined face of the Orders Headquarters.
"Fudge! See how mighty the Order truly is! You will be next! No matter what you do, or where you hide, I will be coming for you! Harry flashed out of the battle and to Caesar.
Harry landed unsteadily in his castle. Tonks was the first person to see his arrival, so she screamed when she saw him. "Harry!"
He was bleeding freely now, blood seeping out from cuts and wounds he had received in the battle, and the beatings he received during in his imprisonment. A single shard of ice had managed to go right through his shoulder.
Harry passed out quickly.
\The trap/
Harry was awakened by Daphne, with a sling around his arm. Damn, he hurt all over. "Yes?"
"The werewolves have responded to your offer. Harry, they are in the Castle."
Harry scrambled out of the bed.
\The trap/
"I have developed a way to induce the Elemental Transformation. All we need is a volunteer."
"Why have you not done it yourself, my lord?"
"My body is a magical construct, and it would not survive the transformation. To transform you need to fully embrace the transformation, and none of my followers want to change themselves. That is why I am offering this to you, Mr…"
\The trap/
Chapter 4 for you. Like it? Hate it? Love it? Inspired by it? Caused you to want to commit suicide?
Please review, especially if you have any problems with the story, ideas for the story, or general praise. The last one would be best.
Random story to try: Awakening of a Magus. Can't remember who it's by, but is pretty good if you like Powerful!Harry stories, but he stays with Dumbledore rather than attack him.