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Chapter 9
Potter, Harry Potter
"Get him!"
Harry Potter ran as if his life depended o n it. Judging from the looks on his cousin's piggish face, it probably did. He was currently running as fast as he could, dodging obstacles, jumping over hedges and ducking out of the way of Piers' rocks. He ran even faster – faster than a five year old should be able to run – right past the local Starbucks, where two men were in deep discussion five minutes ago.
Five minutes ago…
"It's been decided that the American intelligence forces will accept this proposition for an allied Secret Force Unit," an old man in his graying fifties said, reaching over the table to shake hands.
The younger man – about twenty-eight – shook it with a grin. He had soft blonde hair in the typical 'government issue really, really short' hairstyle and he wore a crisp black suit.
"Right I'll get back to MI-6 then," he said. His voice was as youthful looking as his appearance. "Then we move into the paperwork and – what the deuce?"
Harry had just streaked by right when Dudley and his gang somehow appeared in front of him. That was something to say, considering Dudley's baby whale girth and Piers' toothpick figure. Piers picked up a very sharp piece of scrap metal from a garbage bin and heaved it at the young wizard's head.
Harry saw the metal head right for his face – which would seriously maim him for sure, if not kill – and desperately wished to be away from the path of impeding death.
Agent 073 watched with wide eyes as the boy who was surely going to die suddenly turned into mist and reappeared beside him and the American Colonel. He yelped unprofessionally and fell over.
"Holy mother of Jesus!" the Colonel gasped, staring at the boy who looked around dizzily. "73, get up! Get up man!"
73 got back up to his feet shakily and drew his P-99 sidearm. He aimed it at the kid and shouted, "What are you?"
The boy screamed at the sight of the gun and it frazzled 73's already shaky nerves. He accidentally squeezed the trigger.
Harry heard a loud noise and saw the bullet exit the barrel. He thought, Don't hit me!
To everyone's surprise again - well, the other customers and employees got their arses out of there the second the gun came out – the bullet – fully visible because of the tracer gunpowder – swerved around Harry's head and impacted harmlessly into the wall behind him. The two officials gawped at him. Warily 73 shot him again.
"73, are you retarded?" the colonel screamed as the bullet curved around the boy's body before resuming its original path. It hit a coffee pot and exploded the contents outwards, spraying the wall yellow.
73 grinned sheepishly. "Sorry mate, just – uh – checking," he said. He turned to Harry and holstered his weapon. "Sorry about that kid," he apologized. "Never seen anything like… that," he ended lamely. "What are you?"
"I – I don't know," Harry said timidly, as if he hadn't just deflected two 9mm bullets with his mind. "Who are you – you?"
"I'm Edward, or 'Eddie', if you'd like," 73 said kindly. "What's your name?"
"Harry," Harry said, a little bravely. "Harry Potter."
Edward laughed. "My uncle does something like that," he told the colonel. "Bond, James Bond. He always had a flair for theatrics."
"There he is!"
Harry hid behind the kind man's leg – who noted this action down – as Dudley and his gang ran in, panting. "Wait till we get home, my dad will beat him to a bloody pulp like last week!" His piggish eyes scanned the nearly deserted drink shop.
Edward felt Harry clutch his pant leg tightly. He gritted his teeth angrily. If it was one thing he hated, it was child abuse, and serious ones. Especially someone as unique as this Harry Potter. He looked at Colonel Adams and the older man nodded angrily.
"You there!" he barked, pointing a finger at Dudley. "Get your fat ass over here!"
"What d'you want?" Dudley asked rudely as he waddled over. His eyes lit up as he saw Harry. "There you are you freak! You just wait until my dad -"
Edward pulled his badge out and shoved it into Dudley's face. "I'd like to meet your father," he said with an evil glint in his eyes.
Harry was subsequently removed from the Dursley's 'care', both physically and legally. Edward Bond, Agent 073 of MI-6 legally adopted the boy afterwards.
It was done the sneaky, super secret agent way of course. Harry was easily emancipated thanks to MI-6's help. M was intrigued when 073 told her that the boy would grow up to be a formidable intruder. Since he was emancipated due to severe child abuse, Harry received 50 percent of Vernon's income, to support him. After that, Edward adopted him secretly, filing the adoption papers discreetly. After all, he wouldn't want Harry to lose a healthy 70,000 pounds a year, would he?
Harry was brought to the MI-6 underground training base, where he would be trained with the base's advanced technology. He wowed the other trainees – the youngest being twenty-four years older than him – with his apparition and shielding capabilities, not that the muggles knew. MI-6 and the CIA were separate entities from the respective governments, so they didn't have magical liaisons to tell them about, well, magic.
For the next five years of his life, Harry was happy being taught everything 00 agents were taught. The boy, eager to prove himself in a world where he wouldn't be suppressed, amazed the instructors with the level of skill and aptitude he had. After the five years of straight intense training, Harry now knew how to sneak around without making a sound – he didn't know that he had Silenced his entire body – and without being detected.
He also had complex fighting lessons. He was taught armed (blades, staffs, batons, knives, throwing blades, etc), unarmed (martial arts, boxing, wrestling), firearms (pistols, shotguns, rifles, machine guns, sniper rifles and experimental particle beam projection) and of course, explosives, which he rather liked.
The CIA also enlisted the help of the fable FOXHOUND unit after it's 'disbandment' in 1990. David Hayter – more popularly known as SOLID SNAKE from the Outer Heaven incident – was enlisted to train Harry personally since Gray Fox was going to take the next mission. Snake's training was to see what other skills Harry could possibly possess although he gave up on his trusty pistol since he couldn't hit the boy once.
Besides apparating soundlessly anywhere and capable of diverting bullets with his mind, Harry could also move light or heavy things with his mind, turn completely invisible – it was like the light refracting camouflage the Americans were developing – shoot high energy from his palms (resulting in huge terrific explosions) and even read minds and change memories. The bas had a fun time when the FAMOUS James Bond thought he was a seven year old girl for a day.
Besides his magical abilities, Harry also had defining physical attributes (no doubt enhanced due to his magic). He could heal at a rate of eight times faster than humans (on par with a salamander, they can regenerate a tail in days), could jump nearly ten feet into the air so far, and was working to go higher. He was incredibly fast and agile and was capable of outrunning an M1 Abrams tank (that's 65mp/h people). Harry was also resilient to most low-powered bullets – when actually shot of course, voluntarily – except for high caliber and armor-piercing rounds. He could also crawl up walls and ceilings akin to vampires you would see in a movie and hold his breath underwater for a long time. By 'long', the agents stopped counting after 47 hours.
By the time it was time for Harry to begin Hogwarts a year later, MI-6 apprehended a man wandering outside the land-level base entrance. When captured and brought in, it turned out to be Remus Lupin, old friend of Harry's parents. He had been visiting Dumbledore in London when he caught a faint whiff of Harry's scent and had started to track him down ever since 1987. After many explanations – or interrogations if we're being honest here – he was proven to be trustworthy and Harry found an uncle in him.
Remus then introduced Harry to magic, and the wonders of it. Everyone involved with Harry was crash-coursed in modern magic and after dozens of trips to Daigon Alley, Harry's magical training began. Edward and Snake were taught the basics of magic, but their subject of choice was Potions, since anyone could make them. Snake was definitely impressed with the potency of healing potions and studied diligently for a year before starting to brew his own.
Since Harry had to and wanted to stay with MI-6, Remus couldn't convince him to go to Hogwarts, since Edward was his legal guardian. Remus refused to leave his nephew as he saw him now, and vowed to stay and teach Harry all he could learn. History of Magic, Divination, Astronomy and Ancient Runes were dropped in favor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Charms, since they could be used in battle.
When Voldemort killed Cedric Diggory and used his blood to resurrect himself, Harry had learned the most advanced and obscure magicks known to wizardkind. By then Harry had completely every and all magical and non-magical training and was given a go-ahead for field missions. Snake had departed for Zanzibar Island by then, something about Gray Fox being captured and a thing called 'Metal Gear'.
Harry was chosen specifically for stealth and intrusion missions. For the next year, Harry was infiltrating the most secure facilities in the world: the White House, Russian nuclear missile silos, Iraqi strongholds (he even watched Saddam Hussein sleep once), Taiwanese Secret Service HQ, Canadian CSIS, and even what was left of Outer Heaven for recon. He was so good at what he did that he returned from every mission with his Glock 18C still fully loaded and safety on.
Another year saw the introduction of Metal Gear REX, and the Shadow Moses incident. Recent breakthroughs in secret technology (meaning Pentium 4 came out way earlier than we thought) caused the project to be hastened ten years before schedule. While Snake was in Alaska with Edward, who had been promoted to 032, Harry was being fitted for a new suit.
The rescue of Gray Fox required new facilities for the man, who had lost his ears and nose from torture. FOXHOUND (secretly run by the Patriots) issued a research order for a new model of a biomechanical exoskeleton, and an advanced one was made for Harry. In late 1996, when Dumbledore was killed by Serverus Snape, Harry was put into an exoskeleton of vast technological and magical capability. It was a black deeper than a shadow and fit his body like a second skin. The exoskeleton was made out of organic alloys and wetsuit materials, and was pretty much explosion and squash-proof, not that Harry needed it with his shields. His spine was reinforced by an organica-titanium alloy spine, which provided protection and immense strength. The suit had few armor plating, since it was pretty much anything-proof itself, and the shoulder and thigh plates were more cosmetic than anything.
The suit – once put on – was flushed with a special climate-controlled gel, which provided heat or cooling to Harry's body. It also acted as a last-resort shock absorber. The suit featured the new nanotechnology, which implanted microscopic machines and computers into Harry's bloodstream and body. These fused the suit to Harry's muscles, making them stronger than ever. The nanos also provided a long-range satellite radio, directly implanted into Harry's brain. He could contact HQ anywhere in the world by touching his throat. The nanos also monitored his vital signs.
Harry chose not to wear a helmet like Gray Fox, since his shoulderblade-length hair would get caught in it. Instead, the suit was refitted with a high alloy collar, hiding Harry's face from the nose-down and it acted as a little shield for his neck.
Perhaps the most ingenious addition to the suit was on its back. All down the sides of the exo-spine were four thick tentacles, each about six inches in diameter and six feet long. These four tentacles could be used by Harry to fight, or even retrieve things out of reach since the ends opened up to reveal three-pronged claws and grippers. The tentacles were completely made out of organica-titanium, which meant that they were very flexible and strong. With a thought to his nanomachines, Harry could transform the flexible tentacles and flatten them out. Then, the excess alloys would fan outwards, flaring out at the ends and forming four spiky wings. These wings used bio-electric energy to create enough magnetic force to let Harry fly.
"Why wings?" he had asked Q, the lead inventor.
"It's been man's greatest dream to fly!" the surly man said, as if Harry should have known.
Harry frowned. "I thought man's greatest dream was immortality?" he asked.
Q just shooed him away.
Harry carried few weapons with his suit. In fact, for the first two months of deployment, Harry carried nothing but a 40 inch ninja-to straight blade katana. Since he completed missions with a perfect stealth record, he hardly needed to fire a shot. The sword was for assassinations. Soon, it too was discarded in favor of a new weapons specifically made for Harry. A new bladed gun was made for him, which featured the new high-frequency vibroblade, which was capable of cutting through even his suit. The weapon was fifty inches long, and only thirty of it was the vibrosword. The remaining length was an intricate puzzle of interconnecting parts, levers, ball bearings, switches and joints. In sword mode, the entire thing was a long curved sword that could cut through anything. In rifle mode, all Harry had to do was spin the entire thing around and all the parts would detach themselves and rearrange into a submachine gun.
Since Harry's favorite pistol was a Glock 18C, a staggering four were incorporated into the weapon design. Since the blade itself was in the middle, and all the other 'parts' on the sides, two pistol assemblies were put on each side, one on top, one on bottom. The pistols' former handles were removed and the firing mode and triggers were electronically controlled from a new pistol grip. Once transformed, the blade would revolve backwards and into the reformed rifle shape, and shorten to about 25 inches total length. The sword handle doubled as a rifle stock. Once transformed, a shotgun-style pistol grip swung out on its axis and it electronically controlled the four full-auto pistols. Gun ammunition was held in four pods, two on each side. Each barrel fired after the other, diagonally. Since each pod held a hi-capacity Glock magazine, the weapon had a total of 136 9mm rounds. It could still fire with only one pod loaded.
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The weapon would be holstered on Harry's back in gun mode whenever he went out for a mission. It was a beautiful and incredibly powerful weapon and Harry loved it.
As Gray Fox, now dubbed 'Cyborg Ninja' by many went to Alaska to help Snake out, Harry had completed his latest mission, which was to gather information on a so-called 'Metal Gear Ray', which would go into production sometime next year. The mission was cancelled as Harry was preparing for deployment to New York, something about a trap or whatever.
Instead, Harry was to now go undercover to check out an odd reoccurring event somewhere in Northern Scotland. Snake would take the Metal Gear mission while Harry would scan around the area. It was said that the area emitted extremely high electromagnetic pulses and not even an outer space satellite could scan the area. Harry was told by Remus as he was preparing to fly out from London that he was probably scooping out Hogwarts herself.
"Be careful," Remus said. "It's been a terrible year, Dumbledore's dead, Snape's a traitor and a lot of good people were hurt, especially poor Bill. It's a damn good thing that Greyback wasn't a werewolf that night!"
Harry had heard all about the were-man who had sired his uncle.
"I'll be careful," Harry promised. "Not that I need to be, anyways."
"I heard that," Remus smiled. "Werewolf senses you know. Alright then Harry, just don't be cocky then."
Harry grinned and gave the shorter man a hug. "Of course Remus," he said. "You're the last link to my parents, and I, you. Don't want to lose that eh?"
"You bet your metal ass I don't."
A few weeks later (Harry decided to take his time flying, it was a wonderful experience and he didn't get to fly much. Q was right; flying is man's greatest dream) Harry arrived in Hogsmeade, cloaked and silent. Having never, ever been out in society, he was understandably nervous.
"004, are you alright?" Harry's personal mission tracker, Rosemary asked on the nanocom. "You're heart rate has elevated a little and your pulse has also quickened."
Harry met Rosemary back in 1994, when she was assigned to FOXHOUND as a mission analyst. She was a beautiful young woman in her very early twenties who just showed up all of a sudden. She was currently dating some guy named Jack, who was also in the FOXHOUND program. Harry couldn't help but feel something strange around the woman though, as if she had far too many secrets inside. Even his Legillimency couldn't detect anything. He kept a close but professional relationship with her.
"I'm fine," he said his trademark response. "Just nervous out in public I guess."
"You're invisible."
"So?"
"Vitals returning to normal, have fun and don't forget to update me on your progress, ok?" she asked. She was recording the mission, using nanos to use Harry's optic nerves to digitally record his sights. The same was for his ears and other senses. Amazing thing, nanotechnology.
"You bet," Harry said. He hurried over to his first waypoint where a supply drop awaited him. Earlier in the day, a Royal Seaking helicopter dropped a crate in the area for Harry. It contained supplies. Finding the crate, Harry opened it to reveal large black wizarding robes (most likely to cover his suit), a fake wand (he never needed one when he was 5, why use one now?), a hundred Galleons in a sack and a fake but realistic Hit-Wizard badge.
"Damn, they went all-out with this op," Harry said on his com. "I thought HQ didn't know where this was?"
"Professor Lupin told us about Hogwarts," Rose replied. "It wouldn't help the magic folk if we accidentally nuked the place, wouldn't it?"
Harry winced. "Definitely not," he muttered.
He put the articles on and pinned the badge to his robes. His suit was perfectly covered by the large bulky robes although he had to relocate his gunblade to a place on his thigh. Taking a deep breath, Harry uncloaked himself – it would have been rather amusing if someone walked in on a floating set of robes – and walked out into civilization for the first time in his life.
"Hey!"
Harry whipped around and without a second thought, soundlessly blasted the enemy behind him. He caught a glimpse of red hair before the person landed some forty feet away. Harry cursed, he was too paranoid.
"A little paranoid, aren't we?" Rosemary's voice asked in his head.
Harry raised an eyebrow as he walked towards to wizard he fell. "I must be going crazy, I'm hearing voices in my head," he muttered. "I'm gonna go comms quiet for the moment ok?"
"Okay 004, comms out," Rose said cheerfully. "I'm still your eyes and ears though."
"Out," Harry growled, pushing the lobe in his neck. He crept over to the wizard, who was unconscious on the ground. A shag of red hair fell from his face, which was freckled. The guy was kind of gangly in appearance, but wizards didn't really need physical strength, or so they thought. The wizards of today thought that physical exercise was beneath them, and had thus grown lazy and fat. Harry knew that with proper workouts, his body would get stronger, and so would his magic. Since the body became stronger due to working out, it enabled the person to utilize their magic easier, since without your body there is no magic in the first place. It just showed how backwards and ignorant magical folk were towards muggle ideas.
Harry revived the guy, drawing his gunblade at the same time. Swinging it into sword mode, Harry held it to the guy's neck. "Who are you?"
"Are you a Death Eater?" the boy spat, looking at Harry angrily. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Does it look like I am?" he asked.
The boy went a little pink. "I suppose not," he said. He glared at Harry suspiciously. "Why'd you attack me then?"
"Don't sneak up on me," Harry replied shortly. "Most people are dead when they do that, I think you're lucky."
The boy gulped. "Uh, right then sorry about that," he said. He got up, brushing his robes off. "Could you put that wicked sword thing away? I'm Ron Weasley."
Harry looked at Ron's hand for a short while before shaking it with his left hand. He could never be too careful. "Double O Four," he replied.
Ron made a face. "What kind of name is 004?" he asked.
"I'm obviously not going to tell you my real name," Harry said, rolling his eyes again. "Just what you need to know. Now, we're in Hogsmeade, right?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah, me and Hermione were going to pick up a few things before we left," he said. He slapped his forehead. "Bloody hell, Hermione! She must've thought I stood her up or something!"
Harry followed the boy – after deducing that he could get more information – as they hurried to a building called 'The Three Broomsticks'. Heading inside, Harry saw quite a few people who were crying or just sitting alone in misery.
"Man, Dumbledore's death has really rattled them," Ron said sadly, finding a table with a very pretty girl sitting in it. "Hermione! I'm so sorry I'm late, I ran into someone!"
Hermione looked up. Honestly, how could Ron be so absentminded? Well, he did probably get it from Mr. Weasley. "Who?" she asked.
Ron nodded his head towards the stranger. Hermione looked at him, unaware of the pink flush that was spreading on her face.
The man had raven black hair that cascaded – it didn't hang around it head, it was too gorgeous for that – down his shoulders, in wavy masses. It framed his slender, almost elvish pale face, crowding just around the ends of his eyes. Such eyes they were as well! They were so big and green, that Hermione could lose herself in them. And such a vivid, wonderful green as well! She couldn't even think of a dictionary term for them, and she had read the dictionary when she was six! His nose was aqualine, and his lips thin and dark.
Hermione couldn't tell under his robes, but he looked to have a nice body, if the broadness of his shoulders were anything to say about it. And what was that, a gun at his leg? What kind of – oh, there's a Hit-Wizard badge on his robes. Hmm, I've never seen a Hit-Wizard use a muggle gun before… Actually I've never seen a Hit-Wizard before. He is quite handsome however. What are you thinking Hermione? What? He's a blooming hotcake! Shutting up now…
"H-hello," Hermione stuttered, cursing herself mentally. She sounded like a giggling schoolgirl. "I'm Hermione Granger."
The man shook hands with his left hand, which Hermione thought odd until she saw him place his right fingers on the handle of his gun. Ah, just in case.
"004," he said shortly. Hermione snorted.
"004?" she asked. "That is such a James Bond thing, but really, what's your name?"
"Uncle James?" the man asked curiously. "You know him?"
Hermione laughed nervously. Either the man was crazy or he was telling the truth. She hoped it wasn't the second one.
"Um, no," she said. "You mean he actually exists?"
004 gave her an odd look. "Of course he would," he said matter of factly. "Why wouldn't he?"
"Because he's a fictional movie character!" Hermione sputtered. "He's not real!"
"That's what muggles say about magic," 004 said, making Hermione flush. "So how about we agree to disagree?"
He's intelligent, she thought to herself. And definitely quirky and handso- NO! NO!
"ANYways…" Ron said nervously, not understanding a word they said. "What's a Hit-Wizard like you doing around here?"
"Investigating Dumbledore's death!" Remus' voice said over the nanocom.
"I'm part of a small team here to investigate Albus Dumbledore's death," Harry said automatically, and with such force that neither students would dare disagree. "Is there anyone I can talk to, perhaps an eyewitness?"
"Ginny!" Hermione said right away. "She was there when he was – was killed."
Harry stood up, his six foot two height towering over the table. "Take me to this Ginny then," he said.
"She's in the castle, we need to take you there," Ron said. "Ginny's my little sister by the way."
"She's not little!" Hermione chastised. "She's only a year younger than you! Honestly, it's no wonder that she feels so trapped with boyfriends whenever you're around! I can't believe -"
Harry tuned the brunette out as she proceeded to yell at the red head. Is this what all normal people are like? Harry wondered in his mind. Cuz these two are slightly mad.
Harry decided to remove the cumbersome robe and he threw it off – to a strangled gargle from Hermione. Reattaching the badge to his collar armor, Harry gave her a worried look. "You alright?"
Why did he take that off? Hermione thought furiously as she dared not to look his way. What kind of clothes are those? Doesn't he know how – how, snap out of it girl, you can do it! Omigod, he's looking right at me, crossing his arms like that! He shouldn't be allowed to have muscles like those! Omigod I can see his biceps and triceps strain! Look at the size of those pectorals! Damn health class and my incessant studying of the male body! "I'm fine!" she squeaked. Ron looked to and from her and 004 with a cross look.
"Come on!" he snapped. "We're not too far away."
They entered Hogwarts and many students stood on the sides of the corridor and gaped at Harry as he walked by. He wasn't quite aware that his body – almost literally chiseled – was attracting the eyes of every female – and a few male – students in the school. Having lived a non-social life, Harry had no idea that his body was incredibly desirable to today's girls. Ah well, the more ignorant, the better.
He was led by Ron and a red Hermione to the new headmistress' office, where Professor McGonagall was most likely talking to Ginny Weasley.
"Can I help – oh my!" McGonagall gasped when Harry walked in with Ron and Hermione. "Mr. Weasley, Miss. Granger, who is this?"
"He calls himself 004," Hermione said with a flustered look towards Harry. "He's a Hit-Wizard."
"I'm in charge of Dumbledore's investigation and tracking down his killers," Harry said, stepping forward. A pretty red headed girl sat in a chair in front of him, and her eyes went round when she saw him. What is with these girls? Must be a witch thing.
"I – I see," McGonagall stuttered. "Well – ah – Miss Weasley here was there at the time of the murder, maybe she could help you?"
"Very good," Harry said, looking down at Ginny. "Well?"
She flushed prettily before managing to find her voice again. "Well – I – I was fighting on the tower when I saw Dumbledore appear, heading up the stairs. A large group of Death Eaters followed after them and I snuck up too. When I got there, I saw Draco Malfoy pointing his wand at the headmaster and said something about having to kill him. Dumbledore tried to get Malfoy to join our side, but then Professor Snape -" this was spat out "- came in and killed Dumbledore, as if it were nothing at all! I thought he was on our side!"
Ginny burst into tears and Hermione went over to comfort her. Harry just processed the information and pressed his neck.
"Rose, you there?" he called.
"Always have been," she said brightly. "What's up?"
"You've got what the girl said?" he asked.
"Yes, sounds pretty bad," she said. "I guess the magical world isn't all white bunnies and top hats huh?"
"Call up whoever's running this op and ask them – well – why the hell am I here?" Harry said in frustration. "I mean seriously, why the hell am I here?"
"Uh, I'm on it," Rose said shakily. "Over and out."
Harry removed his fingers and saw that everyone was looking at him. "Just talking to my superiors," he muttered. "Alright, so this Draco Malfoy and Serverus Snape are the people I want, right?"
"Yeah, they killed him!" Ginny said angrily.
McGonagall, meanwhile, was staring holes into Harry's eyes. "Harry Potter?" she breathed. Everyone started at this exclamation. "You must be, you have Lily's eyes!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I -" he began to say, but he was cut off by an explosion somewhere a floor down.
Ron's eyes widened. "Bloody hell, the Room of Requirement!" he shouted in horror. "We never sealed it! More Death Eaters are coming!"
He made to grab his wand, as had the others but Harry stopped them. "Let me," he said calmly, drawing his gunblade. He rolled his shoulders and the four tentacles slithered out from his back, making Hermione squeak. The ends solidified into the three-pronged claws and opened, their foot-long length snapping and hissing.
He gave them all an evil grin with a glint in his eye. "It's what I'm made for."
He was out of the office in a flash, Ginny barely seeing the tentacles trail after him out of the door.
Harry blew down onto the sixth floor where one end was completely filled with wizards in black robes.
"I count forty on the thermal scanner," Rosemary supplied helpfully. "Good luck Harry!"
"Luck, pah," Harry snorted. He spun the gunblade backwards and then forwards, removing the safety, loading the chambers and setting it on full-auto at the same time.
Harry turned around to his wall at the end of the corridor. Taking two quick steps, he ran towards it and jumped, landing on the wall. With a powerful thrust of his legs, Harry propelled himself nearly eighty feet down the corridor and into the Death Eater throngs. They barely had time to shout in surprise when Harry – upside in the air now – swung his arm out sideways and opened fire.
The quadruple barrels spewed bullets out at a rate of 2500 rounds per minute, thanks to the upgraded chambers. Spinning in mid air, Harry mowed down the forces by half before landing. The began to fire curses at him but Harry's unnamed shield diverted them around his body, making them hit their own men since they were in a circle. Another seven fell and Harry swung his sword forwards, transforming it into HF sword mode. The now fifty inch long sword hummed dangerously as the Death Eaters surrounded Harry, each one terrified.
"Attacking a school now?" Harry asked in a cold voice not unlike Voldemort's. "How shameful of you."
Harry thrust his hand out and a blue shockwave erupted from his palm, spreading out into the entire hallway as the Order of the Phoenix and DA arrived. Everyone began to slow down in motion until they were completely frozen, unable to move. It was like Harry had cast an unbelievably powerful Petrification Hex on them. They could only move their eyes and breath.
"Play time," Harry said, gripping the sword with both hands. Taking an almost leisurely stroll, Harry walked about the remaining 15 Death Eaters, casually slicing them apart. As soon as the blade left their bodies, they could move again, but only to fall into pieces as they died. Harry knew he was stretching it, and by the time he killed his sixth Death Eater, they began to move again. Becoming a flash of midnight black, Harry wielded the sword single-handedly and did a series of flips and wall jumps to kill the rest.
Harry flipped over the last death eater and spun in the air, landing ten feet away. As he landed, he changed the sword into gun mode and pointed it backwards. A single shot later, the Death Eater sank to his knees, a four inch hole bleeding furiously from the back of his head.
McGonagall looked at Harry with something akin to horror on her face as she surveyed and navigated through the carnage that he himself had wrought. She looked up at him, face pale. "What are you?" she whispered.
Harry holstered his gunblade and flexed his tentacles, picking up a Death Eater – Marcus Flint – who was barely still alive. The large claws gripped the former Slytherin's face tightly as he moaned. With a grim look in his eyes, Harry gave a mental thought and used another tentacle to shield himself from brain matter.
Wiping a stray drop of blood that landed on his cheek, Harry simply replied, "Potter, Harry Potter."
With that said, he changed the tentacles into his spiky wings (AN: have you ever seen Gundam Wing? The first second Wing Gundam (the one with two buster canons) wings are like Harry's) and with one flap, he rose into the air, humming quietly as the others protected their faces from the gust of wind they produced. With one last nod towards Hermione and Ginny, who had their mouths unhinged, he disappeared.
