Chapter 9

Powers that be

Helltanz's notes: Chapter picks up immediately where last chapter ended. This is the second to last chapter of 'year one' year two will probably be more violent. As for the Military Intelligences mentioned last chapter, they are important so don't forget them, especially MI 13 in 'year three' though they do come up in 'year two' a couple of times.

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Disclaimer: This is Fanfiction, if I owned Harry Potter do you think Books 6 and 7 would have turned out like they did, I would have had the decency to not include an epilogue, eh enough ranting, I don't own any series referenced in this work of writing.

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Chapter begin

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Harry stared at the Greek script, letting it remind him of other times. He had learned Greek originally because it had been a classical language, in the end his spells were frequently in ancient Greek because of this old feel, his skill with the language and the fact it was what had opened the door.

Flashback

Harry Potter was an intelligent child, as would prove true in later years. The young black haired boy would spend his time in the library, and should Dudley and little goons have the patience they would chase after him when he left, such was a day as this an example of. Dudley pushed him down; he stared in shock as his scraped Elbow closed.

'What in the world?' power coursed through his veins. He had felt the power before never at this level or magnitude.

"F-fr-freak." Stammered Dudley in shock.

"Power the ability to control others, strength physical brawn." Harry clenched his hand noting it was smoking. The shadow moved Harry hand trembled. "Tell me Dudley are you still afraid of the dark?"
Dudley whimpered as Harry's shadow moved.

"I've always wanted to know why Uncle used that name, now I know this power." Harry smiled as he willed the shadow to drag Dudley under into the abyss. "Tonight is Walpurgisnacht it is an addaption of pagan traditions of spirng, in Norse traditions the enclouse of the fallen, interesting time dear cousin." He whispered still on his power high. "But tell you what I'll let you live since were blood. Kay. You and your little friends can be my Janisary."
"Whats a January?" asked Piers dumbly.

Harry flat eyed him. "Janisary it means… you get to beat people up." Harry statted deciding to put it in simpler terms.

Peirs grinned stupidly and nodded rapiedly. "Yeah we can do that."

'moron.' Harry stopped the shadow feeling it draining him of energy. "Now run along." He breathed, it came out darker sounding than normal, more evil than any one much less a child's voice, and the five year olds got lost, as soon as they were out of sight Harry breathed loudly and slid against the wall. "That was awesome, but I need to control it, instinct is nothing, senseless brutality is useless against regimiented control." The boy muttered. He spasmed. "Power with out control is nothing but raw violence. But how to start?" he wondered, his eye caught a light bulb. "Electricity… lightning… fire." He breathed. "Fire Prometheus but man fears fire as well." He remembered the cold of the shadows. "Yes fire… fire is hot… fire is bright… it burns it consumes." He whispered focusing in on where his hand had smoke earlier. A spark appeared.

The young boy grinned focusinng harder. "Today the norse celebrate Odin's retrieval of runes. Today I will focus on gaining power... anger fury, are those not things also attributed to flame, is not passion..." The spark became a ball of flame.

Today Harry Potter learned to control magic… eat that Riddle. Screeched fate.

Harry returned that morning.

"Where have you-" Vernon's shout was interupted by a blast of fire.

"Learning." Harry grinned half insane sounding. The fire moved around again. "Like it, I can control air as well as you can see. Twisters spin me around at but the simplest thought to raise me up." He turned to leer at them, his kin. "I have learned much this Walpurgis nacht." He whispered. "There must be changes."
"Now see here." Protested Vernon only to fall back as the fire swooped back.

"Life's a gamble and then you die," Harry stated in a sagely tone. "no explanation or reason why." Harry whispered as the fire snuffed out. "Change is necessary Vernon or else life gets stagnate." The flame returned singing Vernon's fingers. "a lesson things must change."

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And change they did. In an effort the Dursley elders gave Harry the small bedroom and a hefty allowance, and free reign to leave when ever he pleased. Harry's grade's skyrocketed, as Harry learned more and more. His powers grew with the daily practice, he learned everything he could about magic most inspired by fiction. Harry stared idly as the truck went screeching off the road, he did not bother to ponder why the driver had been going at such a speed at midnight. The five year old rolled his eyes and snpped the book shut. 'may be I will find some thing of use.' He thought briefly.

Harry exited number four Privet Drive and made his way towards the crash.

"What the Hell?" muttered the child examining the dried remains of the driver, other than impaled he looked like he had been mummified, minus the bandages. Harry flexed his hand fire sprung around his knuckles illuminating the grounds surrounding the truck.

"How interesting." Whispered a shadowy figure.
The flame focused.

"Ha, ha, no need for that sorcerer, my time is at an end I under estimated their curse." Chuckled the being. "I suppose if you would take the book I might yet be of some assistance but not for some time yet."

Harry let the fire dim a small bit.

"The book in that case." The spirit pointed. "Take it, and you may wish to leave after wards."

Harry obliged and returned to Privet drive.

"A greek copy of the Necronomicron you hold." Stated the spirit to the un answered question.

Harry frowned. 'I haven't finished learning greek yet.' Thought the child annoyed.

End Flashback

Harry sealed the book away snaping the clasps in place and locking the book away in the iron chest. "Well then Wingates I'm heading to Dublin."
"The meeting isn't till three in the morning and your leaving now." Inquired the spirit of knowledge. "You I hope aren't planning anything to severe."

"The Hunt the plan is to wrap the Irish adventure up this weekend." Stated Harry vanishing.

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Harry blinked what the devil, he mused. 'something intercepted my transition.'

The sorcerer surveyed one path was blocked by the power of a number wards, some as old as a millenia, perhaps older by a century, the other path was suspiciously free.

"So I could crush the wards but perhaps I should examine this path." He pondered. Harry unbottoned his jacket and freed his pistol from its shoulder rig, the saftey he proceeded to insure was clicked off. Harry kicked past the door his foot on contact sent a wave of antimatter out vaporizing the door. The door was just wood with iron bands, 'stupid wizards', Harry mused. 'Speaking of there is one such in the room already… standing infront of a large mirror.'

The man turned around… is that a turban… energy began to coalesce into visible state.

"w-who arre you?" stammers the man.

"Potter. Who the hell are you and give me one excuse why I should not kill you." Growled the sorcerer.

"Uhm well actually I could but if you could wait quietly we could do that, after I finish examinning this interesting mirror."
"Fine fine, get on with it." Snarls Harry.

A second voice spoke. "Wait let me speak to him." The voice was high, nassally. "Let me speak to him face to face."

Quirrell looked torn. "Master you are not strong enough!" he protested worried.

The voice disagreed. "I have strength enough… for this…" the voice stated.

Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his tuban. The turban fell away. The man slowly turned on the spot.

Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was in fact a second face, ugly one at that not that Harry judged by appearance, it was chalk white with glaring eyes and slits for nostrils, almost like a vipers. "Ah Potter so nice to finally see you again." States the second face. "See as to what I have become since my defeat." Commented the man. "Merely a shadow and vapor… I have substance only when I am with in anohter's body… but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds… the blood of unicorn's has strengthened me these past weeks."

The sorcerer blinks. "You need to work on your possession abilities that can in no way be all that useful in an infiltration situation." He commented annalytically.

Voldemort frowned, the sorcerer was right of course. "It's the best I can do at the moment." He growled. "However once I have the elixer of life, I will be able to create a body of my own."
"Where are we?" inquired Harry idly.

"Hogwarts."
Harry flat eyes Voldemort and Quirrell. "Something is going to die."

"You are hardly what I expected Potter." Commented Voldemort.

"Hmm people expect foolish ideals." Commented Harry. "So expecting a good little wizard, I should kill you for such an assumption. I read your mind by the way, you should not oppose my kind." Harry brought the gun to bear and fired twice both hit Quirrel in the knees he dropped to the ground.

"Get up you fool." Snarled Voldemort.

"Shh relax death comes soon, no need to be so jittery." Whispered Harry advancing.

Quirrel desperatly tried to swing his arms on contact his skin began to blacken the man screamed.

"Ha ha," Harry chuckled "Like it, my defense mechanism think of it as a magic slyphid." He stated smirking.

"Impressive Potter." Ground out Voldemort through the pain, as Harry slowly disolved the limb.

"Isn't it though." Harry responded. "Now your going to tell me why you're here."

"Philsopher's stone, mirror." Ground out the dark wizard, fighting back a scream, as Harry readjusted his grip to Quirrel's shoulder.

"Really interesting." Harry dropped Quirrel and walked to the mirror. "You will not deny me what I seek." He whispered slipping into Armaeic his magic flowed. "By Azaraaroth I will not be denied." He snarled. The Mirror shivered and Harry withdrew the stone. "Oh my shining Sun, my general, Beloved child of heavenly king, Warmaster Horus I summon thee." Invoked Harry.

Horus appeared. "Star Lord you called." The warmaster rose.

Voldemort would have been impressed, if he had been able to focus through the pain.

"Indeed." Harry returned his pistol to its holster. He walked back to Voldemort and slammed his palm into the wizard's chest, smoke rose from his hand and the corpse began to char turning black and smoking, not a moment later a panting Dumbledore arrived in the room.

He surveyed the body.

"I see… tell me Harry," inquired the old wizard

A dirty look came from the sorcerer.

"Do you know why he could not touch you?" He asked.

"I'll humor you, what ridiculous nonsense are you on about." Commented Harry.

Dumbledore blinked. "Your mother died to save you, If there is one thing Voldemort could not understand it is love."

"Love?" Harry laughed. "Love is nothing but a pathetic imbalance of the chemicals in the brain." The sorcerer kicked the charred corpse. "This is the truth of what has occurred." Harry announced "That is the result of my magic destroying my foes, nothing more nothing less. Most certainly not the result of some pathetic chemical imbalance." Harry's feral grin widened. "My power is beyond such things as petty chemical imbalances, I am driven by goals beyond your comprehension."

Dumbledore frowned, things weren't going to plan, and he was too tired from just intercepting the boy's travel to do anything.

"Keh only a fool believes such things. Horus we are leaving." Harry walked out of the room.

The Primarch curtseyed and cleared the way it was relatively easy, the three headed dog backed down sensing the danger of the two but more importantly the fact the two passing it had no quarrel, who says dogs aren't smart. The two, Primarch and Lord, moved through the hall Harry radiating noticeably less than his usual bad mood amount of killer intent.

"Hey who are you?" demanded a rather obnoxious red head unwisely grabbing Harry's shoulder. The killer intent flared, and he spun around, palm handed the prefect across cheek and twisted his arm behind his back at very uncomfortable angle.

"Me I am the type of person who will kill you if you touch me again." Snarled the ebony haired preteen kicking Percy to floor.

Horus, Harry noted had flared his lightning warning off any others, specifically those who were staring.

Though the Primarch was silent he his glare easily deterred the onlookers from commenting.

"Harry I really must insist you stay." Stated a panting Dumbledore.

"I can tell you to go to hell, but I doubt you would listen." Growled Harry malevolently. "So go fuck a goat, and leave me be." He snarled aggravated.

The hall gasped, most sputtering half chewed food from dinner.

Dumbledore briefly wondered why he hadn't seen that retort coming, or for that matter why Harry was exempt to the projected Grandfather image.

Meanwhile Harry had summoned another creature, it was big and green, and it wasn't the damn Hulk.

"Boss." Greeted the beady red eyed creature.

"Gorbad you are well good."
"Indeed boss." Came the cockney accent of the Ork.

"Well quite frankly I require the extra muscle, it might not be needed but you know."
"More muscle is good muscle." Came the Ork's reply.
"Yes exactly. Besides " Agreed Harry. "I know myself and I know my enemy I needn't fear the out come of a hundred battles." Harry glared at Dumbledore. "I understand you are an idiot, an incompetent, however I will be perfectly clear, if you ever have the gal to drag me into one of your problems with out clearing it with me first I will see to it your end is something you will beg for." He growled fiercely.

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Upon his arrival in Dublin Harry was greeted too more than a few messages. "So what happened in Italy?" Inquired Harry.

"Well Garcia opened up in the middle of the Piazza on Antonio and Carlo who were waiting to meet with Guise's lieutenant, Franco."

Harry frowned Garcia, or to be more appropriate Garcia the Scorpion, was a Spanish organized crime wet works man, one of their better ones in truth.

"Well," Began the Italian. "Basically what happened then, them and NOCS basically turned the whole Piazza into a shooting gallery," He elaborated.

Harry scowled. "Stop infighting we can't afford to be divided until the I C P O Investigation has been dealt with." Snarled the Sorcerer. "And stars above what was Garcia thinking opening up in the middle of the Piazza de Spagna? Never mind I don't want to know, contact the regional command in Ostia and have them handle the situation Bartholomew is authorized to handle the situation as sees fit."

The Italian operative clicked his heels smartly.

"Sir?" inquired a Cwn Annwn Lieutenant.

"Give the order summon the Hunt." Harry growled.

Magic saturated the air and the distant sound of hounds baying filled the ears of those awake.

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Chapter conclusion

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Helltanz's notes: Truth be told I had originally intended for Harry and Voldemort to go toe to toe in a fight. Sorcerer versus wizard, but Voldemort is kind of possessing Quirrel. Hell if Harry wanted to well quite frankly cast Flare, Final Fantasy style, or Holy, or another such spell of power, Giga Slave for example.

Any way I is thinking about writing HP Batman cross, merely a ponderance of mine.

'Year one' ends next chapter, and 'year two' starts at chapter eleven and mentions the rivals, and opposing forces starting in detail.

Thanks for the reviews.

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