AN: I know it seems short and slightly rushed, if my muse comes back I'll remedy that.
Also a darkside cookie for those who know where the quote is from.
"Missed me." Harry brushed himself off as he stood up and watched the others waiting for someone to attempt a cheap shot.
The Dark Lord seeing and interpreting the look correctly looked over to Wormtail. "Give him his wand."
"My Lord?"
"His wand Wormtail. Crucio!" After he could stand again he quickly handed off the holly wand.
"Thanks Rat Boy don't go too far away now." Harry turned towards Riddle. "You know I thought you may be smarter than your average Slytherin, but alas it seems I am to be disappointed yet again."
"Silence, now I expect you know the proper way to duel. We bow to one another then commence in your death."
"Yeah sorry snake-face never been taught the proper way to duel. You don't suppose that's why I don't know the proper way to die?"
Riddle threw another crucio at him, he dodged it.
"Strike two Tommy Boy."
Harry and Riddle circled each other and Harry sensed movement behind him and instead of dodging left or right he planted his one foot against a headstone and launched himself in the air to avoid one spell from Riddle and two from the sneaky deathmunchers.
"Strike three your ow. . ." he had spoken too soon as he was nailed in the chest with a crucio and fell to the ground. Harry would have yelled but he was afraid he may bite his tongue off if he did so he just clenched his teeth and hoped Poppy could fix any cracked teeth he got.
"Crucio!" With a flick of his wrist Riddle ended the torture curse. He watched as Harry caught his breath. "Now what were you saying about intelligence Potter?" His minions laughed as Harry struggled only slightly when he stood back up wand at the ready. "Nothing to say little hero?"
Harry focused his mind away from the phantom pains still running through his body, "Oh I have l-loads to s-say," Harry cursed himself for the slight stutter and continued stronger. "I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you snake faced bog troll." Duck and dodge.
"You tried to kill me as a helpless unarmed baby. Fail" Twirl and drop then pop back up.
"Then you try and kill me with a giant snake and me armed only with my charming personality. Epic Fail." Spin drop flip and swerve.
"Damn I got some skills huh?" Stands still as spells fly by.
"Now you just popped out the pot and had me unarmed, so you give me my weapon back to me. Me a semi-trained teenager who just went through a maze of doom. Oh yeah you are brilliant." The next few minutes was filled with the sounds of spell-fire as Harry worked his damnedest to remain standing while avoiding spells from everywhere. Apparently Riddle and CO. didn't think too much of fair-play anymore. Harry was tired and his ankle was twinging a bit. He was pinned down and could see nowhere to move without using teleporting and before he could decide to reveal the skill Riddle and his crew all fired with the leading curse being a sickly green color from the Dark Lord himself. He raised his hands on impulse the result would surprise all present.
The Dark Lord was getting a bit tired himself as he tried to kill the raven haired teen. Once they finally got the boy cornered and let the spells fly in the seconds before the killing curse would have made contact Potter threw his hands up as if to block the curse this way. It brought to front the memory of the night of his demise.
And in those few seconds before impact he remembered he had succeeded in killing the Potters all three of them, when a stranger entered the house then another baby appeared out of thin air and destroyed him by rebounding his own curse.
This of course caused him to do a most undignified thing; he threw himself to the ground just as the familiar green shield sprung up around Potter and deflected all spells to their sender. No this wasn't a Potter so he truly wasn't the child of prophecy, but he would pose a problem if his information was correct in that he was good friends with the only possible one who could fit said prophecy, Longbottom.
Harry seeing that most were now on the ground suffering from their own spells he took the out and summoned a certain silver-handed punk to him and quickly performed the locking form spell Sirius and Remus had him learn, just in case the opportunity presented itself. And with a picture of muggle London he disappeared with the subtle scent of sulfur lingering behind.
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They odd duo landed in an alley and immediately were treated with a gun in the face by some character of a dubious nature demanding money. Now any other time Harry may have tried to talk the man down or something, but it had been an incredibly long day so he just snatched the gun from the man then smacked him over the head with said weapon. "Now tell me where the nearest telephone booth is?"
"Telephone booth?"
"Yes it would be red and inside there would be a telephone to which you could speak into." Harry was extremely close to just beating the man to death with his own gun.
"The weird one that sometimes sinks into the street?" Harry just looked at him and shook his head at the stupidity of the wizarding world.
"Yes that one." After he received the location he informed the man that firearms weren't allowed so he couldn't have his gun back. And then disappeared to a street away from the booth, he didn't see the use of walking seeing as the man had already seen them port in.
After Harry received the two passes from the booth it started it's decent and Harry had to wonder about the security of the place where to enter you pushed m-a-g-i-c to enter the middle of the room. He easily avoiding the wand check point and rode to the second floor and once located the office of Madame Bones teleported directly into the room scaring the witch off her chair.
After explaining that Voldemort was back and submitting memories as evidence she put Pettigrew in magical manacles and had him held by one of her Aurors as she apparated Harry to the front gates of Hogwarts while her team used a quickly made portkey. Once on ground again the group made its way to the waiting crowd.
As they approached the rescue team that had been preparing to go for Harry meets them and Bones announced the capture of Pettigrew and Fudge proclaimed that he would pardon Sirius Black immediately if he was present to which a nondescript man stepped out of the rescue party.
"Why Minister I'm right here!" And his appearance melted as the somewhat familiar visage of Black emerged.
Now things would probably continued into legalities if "Moody" hadn't appeared and Harry hadn't pulled out his newest toy and proceed to put a bullet in each leg, each arm, then his stomach and right side of his chest before Amelia could get the gun away from the fuming teen.
"Mr. Potter what in Merlin's name do you think you're doing?"
"That punk-ass is an imposter and bitch needs to die!" At that the shattered wooden leg was pushed off as the imposters true form was made known.
"Well it is good I stopped you Potter."
"Oh yeah why is that Madame Bones?" Fumed Harry.
"He will be an excellent piece of evidence for the return of the Dark Lord."
Harry allowed himself to be pulled away by the two canine family friends as his muttered reply went unheard by the others. "A grease spot would have made an easier contained piece of evidence."
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Unbeknownst to the wizarding world two distant powers were reviewing the power activity from the past hour to figure out a way to bring a certain teen into the fold.
Above the earth a group of gold and white robed beings met to assign a whitelighter the newest witch who seemed to posses a shield similar to that of a certain powerful preschooler in San Francisco. Said whitelighter was quite intrigued to have a charge who also possessed the wizard gene along with the wiccan one.
Across the Pond a man searched for the source of the newest awakened mutant power spike; he wore a metal helmet with thick wires connecting to a console, a red head stood still behind him watching the projected scenes trying to spot the elusive new mutant. The wheelchair bound man let out a frustrated sigh as he removed the helm, but not before setting up an alert system if the signature popped up again.