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Weapon of the Cross

Chapter 12: Annoying Little Things

10:01 GMT No. 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surry

Harry looked at the diminutive gentleman before him, the orange smoking jacket, the purple flairs and lime green bow tie. Thank The Father, Son and Holy Ghost that his Uncle hadn't opened the door or the tiny man might have had a very different reception. Harry decided to take the initiative.

"May I help you sir" Harry politely said, disguising his voice with the perfectly practiced local accent.

An impossibly wide grin seemed to split the small mans head almost in two. Harry took note of the slightly pointed teeth and squat height. It reminded him of a small creature that he and Anderson had seen at a creature settlement skulking around the larger creatures. Ignoring the passing memory he refocused on the small creature.

"Mr Potter I believe it is more likely that I am able to help you." The creature stuck out a tiny hand. "I am Professor Flitwick, I am here from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we sent you a letter to which we had no response. We were then informed that you would be living in a muggle household, as such I have been sent by the headmaster to see if you had a response." The small thing was bouncing on its heels obviously expecting admittance. Harry decided the best thing to do was to move it away from the property.

"Professor, my family are quite problematic if disturbed during the day, if you will give me a minute and I shall be with you." Harry closed the door over before making his way upstairs.

Entering his room harry started to riffle through the case that held the vials of blood passing over Andersons and the other combat types he pulled out a glass tube from the section marked 'Infiltration'. Unbuttoning the front of his shirt with one hand harry pulled the rubber cork from the bottle with his teeth. Dipping a little finger into the bottle he coated it with a blob of blood before rubbing it into the indented scar on his chest. The change was almost immediate, a prickling pain swept across his flesh and a deep ache crushed in on his organs and bones. Every single pain receptor in his nervous system had started functioning again sending signals that hadn't been felt in weeks, muscles that had been ready to move at a split second relaxed and started to recover from the tension. When this feeling passed another started, everything became brighter more noticeable, things that would normally pass unnoticed grabbed for his attention everything was memorised and stored away.

The whole process took less than a minute and harry bolted from the room, hands pushing buttons through holes. As he reached the front door he stopped to make sure that all his weapons were covered before opening it.

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Professor Filius Flitwick smiled at the young man who had just returned but his eyes took note of everything the boy did. Filius had in his younger days been an expert dueller, two times he had been European Grandmaster and had placed second on the world stage once. As such he took note of how the boy had answered the door. The wood used to shield most of his body, arms tensed ready for action, legs locked to provide pushing stability. It was obvious that the boy had had some form of muggle defence training, he already had the muscle memory necessary for a great dueller, Filius just hoped his mind was as sharp that would only leave work on his spells. This was obviously one of the things Albus had told him to look out for when he called him to his office.

9:30 GMT Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland

Filius listened carefully while the headmaster explained how he had placed young harry at his aunts, the tiny professor was less then enamoured with the idea as a whole, since her fourth year Lilly had rarely mentioned her sister in a positive light. However as twinkly old man explained the nature of Lilly's sacrifice and the blood protection that came with it he relented to Albus's wisdom in the matter. Blood wards fell outside charms and were more along the lines of soul magic, as such his knowledge of them was limited that did not sit well with the man who was supposed to be head of the smartest house in the school.

"Filius there is something else." Albus said in a serious tone. "I need you to tell me everything you find out about Mr Potter. Feel free to ask as many probing questions as you like but above all be subtle, this is why I chose you to Mr Potter's magical liaison."

Flitwicks tiny face split into a grin. "So it's not for my sparkling personality and good looks then."

"But of course Filius. Who else could send that has half the rugged charm you do." Albus's eyes sparkled behind his spectacles. "But I'm sure Severus would love the chance to play the smiling and kindly wizard at the door."

Filius's smile became a little forced at this point. He couldn't imagine what would happen to the poor child if Snape was the first one to get his claws into him. His train of thought was broken however by the return of the Headmasters serious face.

"There is something else." The old man said lacing his fingers together. "Once I placed Harry at the house he disappeared. I questioned his relatives but they had left him at a church. Upon my arrival there I found the priest had left taking Harry with him. I searched but he had disappeared."

Filius looked concerned. "So you wish me to find out were he has been for the past ten years. But what I want to know is how you found out that he had returned to his aunts."

"Simple his Hogwarts letter. I waited until the quill wrote out all the letters for the year and simply took a look at the address on Harry's. It was a shock to find out he was back at Number Four." Filius took a look at the headmasters jolly old face. It seemed sincere but you didn't get to his level of power without being a good actor.

Standing the little professor took his leave from the old man and walked out of the office on his way to see a small child about something life-changing.

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10:07 GMT The Play Park, Drive End, Little Whinging, Surry

Harry sat on the bench next to the professor at Drive end. It was apparent to harry that the creature was highly skilled in combat from the way he held himself. At the same time the little thing was out of practice, the belly and loose movements were a testament to that.

The little being gave a small talk on what magic was and what it was able to do. It was interesting and committed to his now enhanced memory, information that could help in a war against the wizarding world was vital.

Next the creature reached into his cloak and pulled out a six inch stick. Harry's whole body tensed as the little man made a complex motion with it. He listened as it told him how it had placed a muggle repelling charm that would keep non-magicals from noticing them. Taking it at its word he watched as it used it's spark to lift a series of rocks, commenting that this would be one of the first spells he would learn upon attending the school.

Moving on from the rocks the professor demonstrated something called transfiguration, using the wand in a complex motion with an accompanying string of Latin. A stick that had been a short distance away turned into a golden sword sticking out of the ground. Grass changed colour, birds appeared from nowhere, trees bent into interesting shapes and all the while harry watched and memorized.

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Flitwick was becoming more and more unsettled with young Harry as their time together rolled on. What should have been a meeting of delight and wonder filled with magic and a child's happy wonderment was starting to become an unsettling experience. The young lad was just sitting watching all of this happen in silence, his eyes drinking in everything he was doing. It seemed like the boy had seen things like this happen before but that was impossible for someone living in a muggle household. Filius put his wand away and slowly levered himself off the bench and onto the grass.

"Well Mr Potter I do believe its time to shop for your school supplies. If you would follow me will shall take the bus." The scarred child followed the small man to the road. As they arrive he sent a small pulse of magic out and waited for the Knight Bus. It shouldn't take too long as the bus would be summoned by the pulse of magic. As he turned back to the boy he noticed a look of panic on his features.

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Harry tried to control the rush of panic that he felt as a massive being of magic came rushing towards him. The small thing had reached out into the road and sent out a pulse of spark and had somehow summoned this creature that was speeding towards them. As his hand instinctively reached behind his back there was an almighty-

*BANG*

Confusion was the only thing that stayed Harry's hand. The beast he had been expecting was certainly the correct colour being bright purple, however there seemed to be a distinct lack of teeth, claws and other nasty bits and bobs. His eyes were drawn to the gold lettering on its side.

'The Knight Bus'

This had to be a joke.

The spark alone pointed towards a creature of the size of a bus. But so much raw energy to be expended on a method of transport was simply ludicrous. Harry withdrew his hand before the oddly clothed creature could see were it was going. However it seemed to be sporting that horrible grin again.

"I love seeing that look on new student's faces when I introduce them to the bus."

Harry tried to give an exciting smile but the little thing must have seen through it.

"Now-now Mr Potter. Its just a bus. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, do you think I would compromise a prospective students safety."

Oh how harry just wanted to pull out his gun and end the smug teacher. his mind started to play the scenario out.

'*Click* goes the hammer.'

'*Crack* as it slams into the firing pin.'

'The first feeling of recoil.'

"Mr Potter?"

'The muzzle flash'

'*CRACK*'

'The slide pulling back'

"Mr Potter!"

'The next round chambering.'

'The tiny silver speck speeding towards the little beast.'

'Watching the shock as it-

"MR POTTER!"

Harry snapped out of his reverie and examined his memories of the last few moments. It seemed that while he had been day-dreaming the technicolor teacher had paid for there tickets with some unknown form of money. He sighed and followed the professor onto the purple monstrosity. One of the problems with boosted brain functions was that if you got distracted it started to get worse as you focused more on that than on what you should be paying attention to. It didn't mean that your brain didn't record what was going on outside the fantasy, it just meant you were in a lot of trouble if something decide to attack. It took a substantial form of input to however to break it, say a flash, push or loud sound. Even a terrible taste or smell could be enough.

"Mr Potter if you are prone to this sought of laissez-faire attitude I politely inform you that I nor most of the staff will not stand for it during lessons." The creature had a chagrined look upon its face. "I must warn you that our Potions Master will take it as the worst kind of offense if you do not have your total concentration on what you are doing, now let me tell you that Professor Snape is not a man you wish to antagonize."

Harry was about to respond when he saw the layout of the bus. Deckchairs, armchairs, stools, sofas, benches, even a Chaise longue. This seemed to be the norm as the professor quickly settled himself into a velvet armchair, harry followed by seating himself on a bench that was positioned next to it.

"I will be more focused in lesson sir but if you could kindly tell me were we are going sir."

Once more the grin surfaced. "Why Mr Potter, the only place to shop in magical England. Diagon Alley." He gripped the arms of the chair and seemed to ready himself. Harry also tensed in response not knowing what to expect.

"Now would be a very good time to hold on Mr Potter."

*BANG*

All that was left at drive end now was the wind blowing the trees and a patch of oddly shaded grass.

A/N

Sorry this chapter isn't as long as I promised as I have been desperately helping my mum. She's now got to have Chemo therapy and Radio therapy as its been upgraded to G3. So I'm going to stick with smaller/faster chapters for now. I'm also looking for a Beta and someone to bounce ideas off. Please review and check within a couple of days to see a new vote on my author page.

So until next time, thank you.

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Fare thee well