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Dominic was vaguely aware of something hitting him in the chest before he felt a strange sensation, as if someone had hooked him in the navel before dragging him away. 'Portkey,' his mind told him as his surroundings swirled. Dom suddenly felt his body slam into the ground and he lost grip on his Sig Sauer, where it slid across the floor and underneath a nearby couch. He quickly attempted to get back on his feet only to lose his balance, completely disorientated by the unexpected magical travel.
Dom swallowed down another wave of nausea before sitting up and surveying the room he was in. He appeared to be alone in a large shabby bedroom. The carpet was a dark brown colour and the walls were covered in drapes that looked to be infested with moths. There were two cupboards along the far wall and a very large window to his right, and Dom could see a small balcony leading out from it. In the centre of the room pushed up against the wall was a large king size bed. Everything in the room looked terribly old and run down. There was a door on the opposite wall to the window and Dom could feel the wards around it from where he sat.
Dom snorted. 'What, do they expect me to sit here and be a good little hostage?' he thought darkly to himself. He quickly pulled his body off the ground and dived under the couch, grabbing his Sig Sauer. His face broke out in a wide grin as his fingers felt the cold barrel of his gun. Dominic swiftly pulled the weapon out and gave it a quick kiss on the barrel, keeping it clasped tight in his hand.
He toyed with the idea of pulling his wand out for a second before dismissing it completely. Dom knew his limits, and there was no way he could win a duel with his wand. The only magic he knew was dark and deceptive, and would be no use in an actual fight with a fully trained wizard.
Dom made his way over to the window with the balcony and opened it, making his way outside. He leant his body on the railings and pushed out against the sky, only to have his hands hit a barrier.
As he suspected, the place was warded. Strongly warded at that. Apparating would probably be a really bad idea.
Voices could be heard from behind the door and Dom began to panic. He never did well when he felt trapped and had a tendency to lash out until he was free.
'Stupid fuck.' He thought to himself. 'You knew wizards were looking for you! Should have been on guard! Put some wards up next time you cocky sonofabitch.'
Dominic quickly pulled out his wand and whipped up an illusion of himself on the floor, face down. The image wasn't a great one and would dissipate as soon as someone touched it, but Dom didn't have time to make it stick. He added a little blood and some bruises to it, and all up it looked as if Dom had just been shot in the head. As the door opened he quickly dived behind it.
"Harry!" Dom heard someone shout and two figures ran into the room towards the illusion. As soon as they were clear of the door, Dominic darted around and exited the room, closing the door behind him. He quickly cast a couple locking charms on the handle. They wouldn't hold back a trained wizard for long, but it might give him a few precious seconds. Dom's magic pulled at him and he knew that the illusion had just fallen. He took this as his queue and began to sprint down the hall towards some stairs at the end.
Mental images of his deformed body flashed through his mind as Dom thought of all the different curses that he had no idea how to defend himself from. His heart rate jumped.
From his window he had seen that he was on the third story. Only three floors, can't be that hard right?
Dom was only at the first stair when the locking charms broke and the door behind him flew open. Dom threw his own safety to the wind and began leaping down the stairs as fast as he could.
He made it to the second floor when suddenly a red haired girl came around the corner and began to make her way up the stairs. She looked at Dom curiously as leapt towards her.
"Hey, who are-AH!" she was cut off as Dom shoved her out of the way and into the wall. Now was not the time for chivalry. He could hear shouting behind him and Dom felt his hair ruffle as a stunner shot past him and hit the wall. He quickly jumped over the banister to avoid another curse and landed hard on the first floor staircase.
Dominic began to sprint when suddenly the ground underneath him liquefied. Dom's eyes widened as he fell through the floor. He tried to grasp at the banister but Dom soon found himself landing painfully onto the ground. The air was forced out of his lungs and it took a couple desperate seconds before Dom was able to get some air into his chest. His head began to throb and there was sure to be a large bump the next day.
"Hello Harry." A voice came from behind him. Dom blinked until the stars disappeared and turned around, standing up painfully. He was in a large empty dining room, and Dom could see a door leading to the kitchen over on his left. There were two wizards in the room with him. One of them was from the kidnapping, but Dom's attention was immediately drawn to the figure on the right.
Before him stood Albus Dumbledore, wand drawn and pointing directly at Dominic's heart.
Dom would never admit it out loud, but it was a very intimidating sight. Especially once he reminded himself that this was the most powerful wizard in all of Europe.
Dominic's eyes flickered around the room looking for exits. Dumbledore gave a quick wave of his wand and suddenly the door behind him slammed shut. Dominic could feel the wards flare up and he swallowed thickly, pushing down the wave of panic that began to hit him.
"Let me go." He said sternly, sounding much more confident than he felt.
"I'm sorry Harry, I can't do that-"
"Why the fuck not?" Dominic interrupted, hand twitching towards his gun. The man on the left bristled at this, and Dominic smirked slightly.
Dumbledore gave another wave of his wand and quickly conjured a table and two chairs, along with two glasses and a jug of water.
"Why don't you have a seat and we discuss this like adults?" Dumbledore said calmly. Dominic's eyes flickered from the door, to the kitchen, the windows and the other wizard before finally settling on Dumbledore.
Dominic fought like a bastard, but he knew when he was beat. There was no way in hell he would escape from Albus Dumbledore unless he was let go.
"Fine." He said, swaggering over to the chair. He flung himself into it and quickly put his feet up on the table. It was worth the pain shooting up his back from the movement just to see the disgruntled look on the other wizard's face.
"Kingsley, would you give us a moment." Dumbledore said calmly to the other wizard Dominic now identified as Kingsley. The man nodded and quickly strode out of the room, but not before sending a dark look towards Dominic. Dom just smiled innocently, giving a small wave. Dom broke out into a grin as he heard the door slam.
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Albus looked at the boy in front of him, completely shocked by his attitude. This wasn't going how he wanted it to at all.
"Is there a reason you felt the need to shoot your father in the knee cap?" Albus asked casually, pouring two glasses of water. Harry frowned.
"Is there a reason," he mocked, "that James felt the need to barge into my work and kidnap me? In front of muggles?"
"So you remember magic then. Do you know who I am?" Albus asked.
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'Do I remember magic, pfft! This fucker has no idea.' Dominic scoffed internally.
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"Yeah I know who you are. You're that prick that left me at the Dursleys. Albus, right?" Harry spat out, as if the name left a nasty taste in his mouth. He leant back casually on his chair, swinging on the back legs.
"I don't see why that gives you, or anyone else for that matter, the right to portkey me against my will. I'd watch out if I were you, someone might report you." Harry said casually. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, amused at the idea of anyone attempting to report him. Albus smiled.
"James simply wished to speak to his son again Harry, I don't think-"
"Fuck off Albus." Harry interrupted. Albus blinked bemusedly. Nobody had cut him off in decades.
"Excuse me?" he asked. Harry frowned, pulling his legs off the table and leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table.
"I said fuck. Off. I haven't seen James or any of the Potters for eleven! Fucking! Years!" Harry replied, tapping his finger on the table, emphasising his words. "Why the fuck would they want to see me now? By the way, I have a phone. There's no need to fucking portkey me out. How the fuck am I going to explain that one to my boss?"
"Don't demean the feelings your family have for you. They have missed you terribly Harry and these few years haven't been easy for them."
"A few years? A few is like; three, Albus. It's been eleven. Don't you demean the fact that I was rejected by my own family and forced to move out." Harry replied coldly. "Tell me the real reason I'm here."
Albus sighed. Best to tell the truth.
"Do you remember the wizard who hurt your brother when you were young?" he asked. Harry leant back, crossing his arms.
"Nah," he replied sarcastically. "He's only the darkest wizard of the last few decades, right? I think I remember him..." Harry rolled his eyes. "I do read the paper you know."
Albus held back a frown. Obviously Harry hadn't kept as far away from the wizarding world as he had hoped. Now wasn't the time for that conversation however, there were more pressing issues at hand.
"Lord Voldemort," Dumbledore began, "performed a ritual a couple years back in an attempt to come back to full strength. Unfortunately it didn't work as well as he had hoped. When he cursed your brother fifteen years ago, the unforg-"
"Blah blah blah, I know the story Albus. Cut to the chase please I don't have all day." Harry interrupted, looking down. He casually began to inspect his nails. Albus frowned.
"Due to the blood relation you have with your brother, Lord Voldemort is going to try to use you in a ritual to bring himself back to full power."
The room was silent as Harry processed the information. Albus watched on, surprised by the lack of emotion on the teen. He had expected some kind of reaction.
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'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." Dominic thought to himself. 'At least I can keep my kidney.'
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After a moment, Harry stirred.
"So basically, you lot thought you would come and get me before this dark lord, so that he doesn't come back and kick the shit out of you lot." He said. Albus frowned slightly.
"That's not exactly it Harry. Your family has missed you." He said in an attempt to calm the teen down.
In hindsight, it was a mistake.
"FUCK them, they aren't my family! Family don't treat each other like pieces of shit! I get the paper Albus, I've seen how fucking happy they are without me around." He spat out. "Do you remember how they treated me?"
Albus sighed internally. He did remember, and in that moment he regretted the fact that he did not interfere more than ever. He could almost glimpse the child that Harry should have been shining through the rough exterior that Harry had coated himself with.
Almost.
"It is complicated Harry. You had a dark residue around your core and needed to be kept away-"
"Whatever Albus, I don't care what fucking excuses you or they have." Harry interrupted. "They abandoned me and you think they can just waltz back into my life and we can play happy families again? You have no FUCKING idea the shit I've gone through because of them. Voldemort can rip them to shreds for all I care."
Albus stared at the youth coldly.
"This is not a joking matter, Harry. It is not just our lives that would be affected by Lord Voldemort coming back. You think you have had it bad? You haven't lived through war, child. It is not fun." Albus said harshly. "Your parents fought to keep this country safe and many of their friends died so that you could live. That's why it is important that you stay here. Not just for your safety, but for the safety of the wizarding world."
Harry sat there silently for a moment, and Albus thought he had actually gotten through to the teen.
He was wrong.
"So I'm supposed to stay locked up here like a good little boy and play nice with the Potters because you say so?" Harry said coldly. "Fuck you! Fuck the Potters! How DARE you pretend as if you have ANY rights over what I do in my life! I don't give a shit about the safety of the wizarding world, they can suck my dick."
Albus looked down his nose at the youth. He was shocked and appalled by the pure selfishness that this child was portraying. Albus was doing this for the good of the wizarding world, why couldn't he see that?
"Please don't use that vulgar language around me." Albus reproached calmly.
Harry snorted.
"How about I stop using vulgar language when you stop kidnapping teenage boys and taking them to your secret hide out. If this ever got out to the press you'd be in serious trouble." He replied casually. "It doesn't look good; you're the headmaster of Hogwarts too, remember? What would the parents say?"
Albus frowned. This conversation was running out of his control, and he didn't like it. He needed to reel Harry in fast.
"Come now Harry, you are hardly in a position to be making threats." He said calmly, injecting some power into his words. Harry's face went pale, and at first Albus thought it was from fear.
He was wrong.
Suddenly the room felt terribly warm.
Albus glanced around him slightly, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He looked back at Harry and was shocked to see him glaring at Albus with a cold fury the likes of which Albus had never seen.
Worry began to curl in the great wizards' stomach.
"No Albus. It is you who is not in a position to make threats." Harry replied coldly. He raised his right arm and suddenly the boy's arm was encased in flames.
It took all of Albus's self control to keep his jaw from dropping in shock. The boy was a fucking fire mage.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them once more, his irises had turned a deep black.
"There are currently twelve people in this house including us. I swear to god if you don't let me leave right now I'll burn this place down until there is nothing but ash and dust. I'd rather die than be a prisoner."
He said with such a certainty that before he knew what he was doing, Albus had released the wards around the room and the door near the entrance swung open.
Harry stood, eyes on Albus the entire time. He didn't extinguish the flames.
"Take this." Albus said, reaching into his robe. Harry stiffened slightly, before frowning as Albus pulled out a modified version of a two-way mirror.
"If you find yourself in trouble and need me, you can contact me through the mirror." Albus said. Harry stared at him for a moment before reaching forward and tucking the mirror into the pocket of his jeans. Harry didn't say a word and slowly backed away towards the door, not taking his eyes off Albus. It wasn't until he was through the doorframe that Harry broke eye contact and sprinted off through the front of the building.
Albus sighed. How was he going to explain this to James? He quickly stood up and strode over to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of floo powder and called out Severus's address.
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Dominic stormed out of the house as fast as he could; not even taking notice as the apartments surrounding it closed up and the building disappeared out of sight. He looked down at his flaming arm before waving it frantically around in the air in an attempt to put the flames out. Dom brought his left hand up and began to pat the flames out.
'Well that's new.' He thought absently, looking down at his singed jacket sleeve. 'Haven't done that before. Mental note, learn how to do that thing I just did.'
Now flame free, Dominic broke out into a sprint and ran down the road, pulling his mobile out as he went. He quickly speed-dialled Jackson, only to grunt in frustration as he got message bank. Fuming, Dominic hailed down a taxi and directed them to his apartment.
'How the fuck did I pull that off.' He thought to himself. 'What a bluff! Fuck I'm a good liar.'
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An hour long cab ride and several pounds later, Dominic stood at his front door. He flicked the light on and looked into his ransacked apartment, shock and anger evident on his face. His furniture was turned up and there was paper everywhere. The television mounted on his wall was smashed, along with the windows. There was glass everywhere and it looked like someone had simply come at the place with a sledge hammer. There were black marks along the wall and a thick residue of dark magic in the air. The fury inside Dominic grew as his thoughts turned to the wizards who could have done this. Dumblefuck had said that Death Eaters were after him...
Dom looked sadly at the remnants of his bar. His 50 year old bottle of Chivas Regal Royal Salute was smashed on the tiles, mixing with his bottle of Stolichnaya Elit. What a fucking crime.
Clearly these wizards had no taste.
Dom strode over to his sink and pulled the plug out of it. A long chain attached to the underside followed and Dominic continued to pull it out until finally a medium sized pouch of white powder appeared. Dominic sighed.
Definitely wizards.
This threw Dominic off. A normal person after him he could deal with, but Dominic had never strayed very far into the magical world. He had never had an actual magical duel with a wizard before, and there was good reason.
He was shit scared of them.
These people had fucking MAGIC! They could do whatever the fuck they wanted and never get caught! It was mind boggling! As tempting as it was to learn to control his powers, Dominic wasn't going to risk coming into contact with wizards when it wasn't absolutely necessary.
Until now, apparently.
Suddenly Dom felt something vibrate in his pocket. He quickly whipped his phone out and flipped it open.
"It's about fucking time you answered you prick!" Dom said down the phone.
"Sue me, my phone was crushed back there. Where the fuck are you? What's going on! Who were those cunts?" Jackson's voice blared angrily back at him.
"Some fuckhead friends of my dad. Apparently there's some terrorist out there to get me and Daddy decided it would be a good time for a little reunion." Dom replied.
Jackson was the only person at the Dollhouse who had any inkling of Dominic's powers. Even then, he only had a vague idea of Dom's abilities; he had no clue just how massive the magical society was.
Dom loved Jackson like a father, but the magical world just wasn't ready for a criminal mastermind like Jackson. And Dominic wasn't brave enough to go up against a whole society of people that could turn him into a vegetable.
"How did they get in here? They got through the Dollhouse for Christs' sake!" Jackson replied.
"I have a better question Jack, who the FUCK turned over my place?" Dom replied. There was a pause on the other end.
"Get your arse over here now." Jackson replied before the line went dead, the engaged tone ringing in Dom's ears.
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Dominic pulled his Kawasaki up onto the curb of the Dollhouse, quickly jumping off and locking the steering. He strode up the steps and went inside, passing the bouncers and worked his way through the club to the back corridors. By Dom's watch it was now one am, and the club was still pumping. Approximately three hours had passed since his father had entered the conference room.
Dom entered Jackson's office and grinned as everyone turned to face him.
"Miss me, bitches?"
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