A/N: So I think I managed to tie this all together quite nicely. Please don't hate me for what lies ahead. I don't own anything, which is why I can do this XD
Chapter 7: Capture
To say that Harry was pissed at his Father would have been a huge understatement. Not only would he not say what was behind that stupid door, ("it's not important") he sent Harry on a stupidly dangerous mission to kill yet another stupid idiot guy. This time it was Sirius Black.
Not that anyone would care if he were dead or not; the entire world still believed he was guilty of killing 12 muggles and a good-for-nothing wizard. In Harry's opinion, the man should have been given an award for ridding the stupid world of a few more stupid muggles. The only major problem was that no one had any idea where Black was hiding. Fan-freaking-tastic.
So there he was, kicking stones on the street in some stupid random town in a poorly done glamour. Harry didn't see what was the problem if the Wizarding World knew he was alive, but then again, he didn't count in Dumbledore. Soon after Harry arrived in the village—where there had been "sightings" of Black—a member of the Order, who, of course, reported this to Albus Dumbledore, saw him.
So, Dumbledore quickly assembled a small group (including Sirius Black) and, once they were outside the boundaries of Hogwarts, Apparated to the town. Maneuvering the streets with surprising agility for the rag-tag group, they quickly noticed the magic running off of a seemingly innocent boy.
Yet, it was all too easy to see through. The lack of effort put into the charm clearly showed in the changing hair colors—black, yellow, an ugly sort of brown—and eyes, which were still the same startling green, if not the slightest bit duller. Harry had taken no notice of the group that was slowly approaching him until Ereshkigal hissed a warning in his ear.
Head snapping up, an unearthly glare settled on the features of the small boy, the glamour completely disappearing. To the surprise of the unwanted intruders, a cruel smirk spread across Harry's face; one eerily reminiscent of one Tom Marvolo Riddle. Whipping out his wand, Harry began casting hexes without any hesitation.
"Well, would you look at this!" He laughed coldly, "My prey has so graciously assembled in one easy-to-kill group. I suppose I should thank you, but I won't. Ereshkigal." On cue, the patterned snake dropped unceremoniously from Harry's robes and slid towards the group.
The five men were thunderstruck. How could Harry have changed so much? Sirius was the first to respond.
"Harry," he pleaded, "Please, listen to me. We don't know what happened…"
Harry cut him off. "Of course you don't Black. You were too absorbed in everything revolving around my parents to even assume that I could have been anything more than a mini-James."
"Harry that's not—"
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Harry roared at the older man. "YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT THAT PERHAPS I COULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT! THAT I COULD HAVE HAD MY OWN THOUGHTS! THAT I WASN'T DUMBLEDORE'S PUPPET!"
Sirius flinched. Dumbledore stood towards the back, the everlasting twinkle gone from his eyes. Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Alastor Moody all had their wands out, trained on the screaming teen. No one seemed to want to be the one to attack him though.
Harry's outburst had caused them all to forget about the snake, they only remembered when there was a flash of green and Kingsley Shacklebolt collapsed unceremoniously to the ground. The large man was defenseless against the poison that was slowly invading his system. They all knew, no matter how hard they tried, that no antidote could be found or made within the time he had left.
Hiding their remorse for the dying man, the group turned back to Harry, a new resolve in their wands. None of them wanted to do this of course, but better them than the ministry. There was no hope for Harry Potter now.
Harry let the first curse fly. The sickly green light shocked them all. Then again, this wasn't the Harry they knew. Remus barely dodged the curse that had been directed at him, retaliating with a stunning spell. Harry threw up a shield with ease, looking bored with the whole situation.
He hadn't noticed Sirius Black slowly move away from the group, behind Harry, until he shouted his spell. Turning, Harry saw the bright red light speeding towards him and knew that there was no way he could bring up his shield in time. He didn't have another thought or reaction as the red light hit him, sending the boy into a troubled oblivion.
A/N: sorry for the long wait. I've actually had this done for a few days and then my computer shut down, so I forgot to reopen the document. hehehe. Thank you for all the follows and favorites! I seriously (siriusly) love you guys! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. If you do, I'll make Draco wear a tutu and dance for you. While delivering cookies.
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