Harry's Story: Part 2

I awoke in the lab where I'd passed out when Voldemort possessed me. Scott was facing away from me, clearly still alive. Good, I hadn't managed to kill him while Voldemort was controlling my mind. However, when I got up and looked around, I couldn't see Luke anywhere. Oh no. Does this mean I . . .

"Harry, you're awake," said Scott, finally turning around. He held The Power of Self-Respect in one hand, and Harry's wand in the other. "Thought I better take this off you," continued Scott, indicating the wand in his hand. "Didn't know if you were still evil."

"I wasn't evil," said Harry, grabbing his wand back. "I was possessed by Voldemort, and Mewtwo."

"Mew too?" said Scott, confused. "I thought Mew was on our side."

"Not Mew," said Harry. "Mewtwo. Mew's adversary."

"Oh, I get it know," Scott said. "There are two Mews, and one of them is evil."

Harry sighed heavily and muttered 'close enough' under his breath. Looking up at Scott, he asked the question that had been plaguing his mind since just after he woke up. "Where's Luke?" he said, clearly worried about the Jedi knight's whereabouts.

"He went off to fight Voltwo and Mewdemort, so that they'd stop you from killing us," said Scott. "He's been gone a while though".

Harry went from almost laughing at Scott terrible memory of their foe's names, to deep concern for his ally. Luke was the smartest of this group, and Harry looked up to him as the leader. If something had happened to him . . .

"Harry, what's that thing?" asked Scott, pointing behind him. Harry turned and gasped in shock. Mewtwo was floating above a small group of manikins, who looked about ready to attack.

"Hello, warriors of Cosmos," said Mewtwo, though there was something odd about the way he spoke.

"What? Who said that?" said Scott, looking around the room as though someone else was there.

"It was him Scott," said Harry, pointing up at Mewtwo. "He's using telepathy, just like Mew, so his lips won't move when he speaks."

"What? I see people's lips move on telepathy all the time," said Scott, even more confused.

"I think you mean television," said Mewtwo, in a calm and patient voice. Harry wondered whether this was because Mewtwo was naturally calm, or if telepathy couldn't portray anger or frustration. Mewtwo continued speaking to them. "Well, as I suppose you've guessed, I've been ordered to kill you both. Any last words?"

"What did you do to Luke?" asked Harry, aiming his wand at Mewtwo. "And how did you gain control of me without me even seeing you?"

Mewtwo seemed to laugh a little before he replied. "He was a good fighter," said Mewtwo. "He actually managed to stop my psychic powers and Tom's magic from controlling you, though all he had to do was have us both distracted long enough to stop focusing our energies over there." At this, he indicated the transmutation circle.

"We're not sure why, but that circle will amplify all our powers, doesn't matter if it's the force, magic, psychic or alchemy. We simply kept hidden up there while focusing our energies to work together." At this, he indicated a balcony above their line of sight that they hadn't noticed. "I have to admit, you've got a stronger will than I thought you would. We honestly thought our combined energies would be enough to subdue you, but you kept on fighting even though you couldn't control your body."

Harry was getting impatient, and Scott just looked confused. "So," said Scott. "Are you saying that Harry was trying to kill us?"

Mewtwo looked at him for a second, then back to Harry. "Is this normal for him?" he asked.

"That was one of his more intelligent questions," said Harry. "Now, where is Luke?" he asked, getting back on subject.

"Hmm, so eager I see," said Mewtwo. "Last I saw, he'd been disarmed by Tom. Then I came down here to take you two down."

"Wait, back up a bit," said Scott. "Who's Tom? Were there really three of you up there?"

"No Scott. Tom is Voldemort's real name," said Harry, growing impatient as he drew his wand ready for battle. He heard Scott ask who Voldemort was, but ignored this. All he could think about was Mewtwo and his manikins, and what had happened to Luke. Is it possible? Could he have been . . . ? Harry shook his head. No. That was no way to think. All that mattered right now was defeating Mewtwo.

Without warning, the manikins suddenly struck. Harry quickly fired off a couple of Stupify spells, while Scott had The Power of Self-Respect out and slashed away at them. Harry had to admit, his memory sucked, but damn he was a good fighter.

As soon as Harry and Scott defeated the manikins, they found their next problem. "Where's Mewtwo?" asked Harry. The two boys looked around, panicked. Where did he go?

"Looking for me?" came Mewtwo's voice from above them. The two of them looked up to see Mewtwo slowly lowering himself onto the transmutation circle. Almost as soon as his feet touched the ground, a sudden shock wave sent Harry and Scott flying into the wall. "You see boys," said Mewtwo. "Normally I can only use my Psychic move a few times. Now, I can use it over and over again, and not get tired." With that, he fired another blast at them.

Harry ducked behind a piece of rock. He couldn't see where Scott was, so he didn't know if he was safe or not. No matter, thought Harry. I might as well try to take him down. Harry peered over the rock, then ducked down again just as another blast struck. Immediately, Harry sprung up again.

"FLIPENDO!" yelled Harry, as a blue flash burst from his wand. Mewtwo looked at it, held up his hand, and fired another blast at him. The blast absorbed Harry's spell, and continued on to knocked him into a wall too.

Harry struggled to get to his feet, only to be knocked down by another psychic blast. "Well, seeing as I have the two of you subdued, I might as well finish you off," said Mewtwo. "Tom should be along in a minute, so I'll leave Mr. Potter to him."

Harry opened his eyes, and saw Mewtwo crossing the room towards a motionless body. Grabbing his wand, Harry stood up and moved as fast as he could towards Mewtwo. "Hey, Mewtwo," called Harry. To his amazement, Mewtwo actually looked at him. "LUMOS!" yelled Harry, and a bright light shot out of his wand. Mewtwo gasped, and covered his eyes. With Mewtwo distracted, Harry pointed his wand at Scott. "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!"

Scott's body began to float as Harry backed away from Mewtwo as quickly and quietly as possible. Mewtwo had suddenly begun firing off psychic blasts, but Harry doubted that Mewtwo knew where he was.

Just as Harry thought he'd gotten back to safety, Mewtwo opened his eyes. "You are so . . ." he began, but at that moment, he was hit by a rock. Harry turned to see Luke, lightsabre drawn and ready for action. Mewtwo looked up and saw him too. "Hmm, I don't think I'm gonna have much luck fighting all three of you. Until we meet again," and he began to fade, until he disappeared.

"Harry, Scott. You guys okay?" asked Luke, withdrawing his lightsabre.

"I'm fine, not sure about Scott," said Harry. "What happened to you?"

"Well, it went a little something like this . . ." said Luke.