Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works, like the anime Hellsing. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.
Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.
Note 1: AU.
Note 2: Harry's normal expression is that of deadpan, in case you've forgotten.
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chapter ten
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On the morning of the first of September Harry shrunk down his trunk and attached it to his belt along with his pearl pouch, and other stuff. He was armed to the teeth, well not literally, but he was a walking one man army. He'd brought with him enough weapons to hold Hogwarts' hostage, and had ordered his house elves to meet him at Hogwarts, he had a feeling that they would be of use to him there.
He had collected a few things from his family vaults, one vault contained all manner of armor and weaponry which his family had collected throughout the centuries. In another vault, one filled with books, Harry had found a book on monsters, one unlike the ones required for the Care of Magical Creatures class, this one had a number of blank pages, while there were those with pictures and information about a vast number of creatures. Harry believed that it would prove useful against his foe.
After he was done readying himself, he locked down his living quarters and office, only allowing Charity access, as Tristan might accidentally or intentionally mess things up. He left The Complex, and hailed a taxi to deliver him to his destination, he would have taken the Knight Bus, but that would have gotten him more attention than he wanted to have or needed, for that matter.
Once at the station, and after paying his fare, Harry made his way through the train station, the security not paying him any mind, any police officers that saw him had already been briefed about him, and the Iscariot Organization had also been told, more like ordered, by the Pope himself not to bother Harry, for whatever reason.
Harry had no trouble getting onto Platform 9 3/4, although he noticed that the platform was crawling with aurors, they seemed to be trying to look as if they were doing something, actually doing something, as opposed to their fleeing in terror at the major magical district of London. Harry had made sure to tweak that particular set of illusions to be more solid, and be able to actually physically assult people. To think is to create, but not needing to rely on such things made everything a whole lot easier.
Harry did not bother with wandering around the platform and immediately boarded the train and found himself a compartment, and locked himself in it, but place a charm on the door that would allow Luna to get in if she happened to pass by and wanted entrance.
The trip was rather bland until the train was suddenly stopped for some reason. It was announced over the PA system that there appeared to be some immovable object in the middle of the tracks up a head. A statue of some sort according to the driver. Harry knew that something sinister was afoot.
Moments after the announcement was made, the conductor volunteered to get a closer look on the object, once the light of the train was blocked by the man, all that was heard was a scream of fright, then silence. The driver dared not move to investigate, but his assistant dared. Another scream later, and the driver was the only one left at the front of the train, and he dared not approach whatever it was that was out there. He was tempted to blast the blockage away with magic, but then remembered what had happened during the summer about an attack by creatures immune to magic, that even the aurors were helpless, and if it wasn't for the presence of the muggles, they would have all been done for.
He didn't know what to do, and dared not move on, or even allow any of the seventh years to go and investigate.
Luna Lovegood finally entered Harry's compartment while he was donning some mythril armor, as well as strapping weapons to his body, from pistols to blades of all sorts.
"You know what's going on, don't you," she stated.
"I do," Harry said, "It would be best if the sheep, let me handle the heroic stuff."
"They better let you have a go at whatever it is that is blocking our way," Luna said, then she noticed an opened book on one of the benches in the compartment, she got the book and read the name on the page, "Weeping Angels?"
"That's the closest description of the thing out there," Harry said, "But this one is not like the description in that book. This one is a pretender, it will lull you into believing it is a weeping angel, but when you look at it in an attempt to cause it to turn into stone, it will strike."
"Oh," she said, "You need any help?"
"No thanks," he said, "Just stay in here til I get back."
Harry made his way to the front of the train, the students had been told to stay in their compartments for safety purposes. Once Harry reached the front of the train, he made the driver enter the main part of the train, when the man was gone, and there were no witnesses, he made his way to where the false statue was situated, pulling out a sword and a gun, he prepared himself, when he was ready, he used his magic to kill the lights, and the battle began.
In the world of darkness, the sense of sight was useless, even the stars and the moon were unable to shed some light on the subject. It was total darkness, which was why Harry had to rely on his own flames, on his magic, to light the way for him, to allow him to see in the inky black darkness of the night.
The thing that he was facing, Harry knew, that it could tear him apart if he wasn't careful, which was why he had chosen to wear the mythril armor instead of plain old dragonhide.
His opponent was a monster which the regular monsters would fear, and hate to be trapped in a cell alone with. Harry had to qualms about facing it, but the sheer speed which the creature was able to move was astonishing. He felt a movement to his left, and swung his sword in that direction, while firing a shot at his back just in case it tried to attack him from there. Luckily he had been right, as his gun was the one to draw first blood from his foe and not his blade.
The thing would grow even more careful from having tasted its own blood instead of its new prey. It would not do for it to be harmed again, as the next attack that would connect could be its last.
He was monitoring his surroundings not only with his own senses, but also with his magic, ready to unleash a volley, of not spells, but his own brand of magic at the creature. It leapt away from his senses, blending into the darkness, when suddenly he was slammed into the train itself.
His back was on fire from the pain he felt, from being slammed into the train. The thing was digging its claws into his skin, and Harry was partially glad that it was not a weeping angel as those things could send you back in time to devour the remainder of your life, and Harry's life was a long one, but he would surely die of the experince, something which he had no intention of doing before his true time was up, and over.
Bringing his gun to the front of his face, he fired at the hideous monstrosity that stared hungrily down at him. It flew back in pain, but clearly not dead. The students on the train wondering what was going on outside as a few more shots rang out into the night, as well as the train moving backwards a bit as Harry was slammed into the train several more times.
His sword could never really leave a mark for some reason, but his gun was able to fill the monster's head with lead and holes. But the only time that Harry had a clean shot was when he was slammed into the train, and his magic was for some reason not fast enough to react to the quick and sudden movements which the creature was able to make.
After filling the creature's face with a clip's worth of lead, Harry had to holster the gun quickly while pulling out a replacement, while enveloping himself with his emerald and crimson flames. He needed to get things done faster as he didn't want anyone else to come out and investigate what was going on, and that driver would not be able to hold back the tide of curious students for very long.
When the thing finally attacked again, Harry's magic grabbed hold of the thing, and bashed it into the tracks several times, ripping off its wings, and tearing off its limbs, as Harry filled the rest of its body with lead. He then brought the creature up close to himself and immediately and unhesitatingly cut off its head.
Its body quickly shriveled up, but its head remained intact. He then put it into another pouch, one of those bottomless pouches whose mouth was able to open up for almost anything of almost any size.
With his short battle done, Harry hurried back inside the train, and had the driver restart the train, informing the students that whatever it was that had caused the train to stop had finally either run away or their mysterious savior had killed it.
Harry had forgotten to make sure that he did not leave a trail of blood to his compartment, as some students noticed the blood on the floor and followed it to Harry's compartment. Putting two and two together, they were sure that Harry had bested whatever creature was in there, and the Hogwarts rumor mill was moving and spreading the word just as fast as the creature had moved and attacked Harry.
Harry on the other hand was dressing his wounds within the compartment, with Luna's help. It was a tiring and somewhat painful task, as it seemed like even his magics could not instantly heal what wounds he had incurred during the confrontation.
"Your book updated," Luna told him after a few moments of silence.
"I figured that it would, now that I hope I wont need to deal with that thing again," Harry said, "By the way, what is it called?"
"Ira," Luna read from the book, "Anything else you want to know?"
"Nothing, its not like I'll find out what He'll send next," Harry said.
"Do you think London will be safe?" she asked.
"The big ones will be sent to deal with me, while the small fry will be sent to my territory," Harry said.
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The street where The Complex could be found was filled with the sounds or guns being fired. Just as Harry engaged the demon called Ira, his men had engaged the lurking demons entering the street. The magicals among the ranks soon learned that their Earth magics were no match for the unholy protections which the demons had against such things, and were forced to resort to the muggle means of destroying things. The Complex was turned into a fortress, the men didn't think it was possible for such a structure to have already built-in things that could turn such a normal apartment complex turned underworld headquarters into a fortress at a push of a button, which was all it took Charity to do.
Tristan and the Trio took care of the fighting, while Charity took care of communication inside the building, as well as contacting their other operatives and warning them about the danger lurking in the streets. Admittedly some of the operatives got the news too late, while others didn't need to be told as they were already emptying clips into the heads and hearts of the demonic entities that prowled the streets of London in search of their blood.
The men had already accepted that there were worse things than they in the world and beyond which was why they did not hesitate in retaliating or in attacking the monsters that simply began crawling out of the shadows. Each of the operatives that were not in the area were their HQ was rushed to the aid of their superiors and brethren, detonating the remains of their foes and portkeying back to base.
The Complex, while having many shadows seemed to be immune to the hellish energies which formed the links between the netherworld and the world of man. This was due mostly to the belief of the residents of the place. They actually viewed Harry as the Ruler of the Nine Hells as they referred to the afterlife as. As his powers were somehow related to such things. While the rest of the world did not have a solid belief on what the ruler of hell looked like, or who the ruler of hell was, the Potter organization were sure of who they viewed to be said ruler. They had a clear vision of who it was, and they wholeheartedly believed in that vision, rejecting the beliefs of the rest of the world.
It was clearly a battle for the right to not only exist, but to rule over the True Underworld. It was truly a Game of Thrones, between two beings with the power of kings.
It was only when Harry managed to slay his foe that the demons retreated, but Charity suspected that this was merely one wave out of many, the battle was won, but the war had just begun.
"Tristan," Charity said over the radio.
"Yes dear?" he answered.
"While the Boss is away, we need to get all of our men back into the country," Charity said, "The field of battle is clear. London, and Hogwarts."
"I'll get on the horn immediately," Tristan said, then addressed the Trio, "Mario, get your contacts in the Vatican on the line, we'll be needing reinforcements."
"I'll see what I can do," Mario said.
"Alfonso, get in contact with the Hellsings, Alucard is Charity's family, he should be able to help in this war," Tristan said, "Dino, research on how to unbind the Prince of Wallachia from the House of Hellsing."
"Understood, mein feurer," Alfonso and Dino said.
"Bad joke boys, bad joke," Tristan said waving them away, while Mario smacked the backs of their heads with a rolled up newspaper he had on his person.
"Alright, alright, sorry already, jeez luiz," the two younger Zabinis said, as they left the frontlines and entered The Complex.
"I suspect that there'll be about..hmm...thirteen more waves to go," Tristan said, "Before all this is over."
"I hope you're right in that regard," Mario said.
"I hope so too," Tristan said, "I hope so too."