Summary: A Fusion unlike any I've ever read. H/HR. Second Arc. Due to ancient items being stolen the darkest spells are no longer usable. But that doesn't mean it's any safer. And a new, unrelenting, and far more terrible evil will be unleashed.
Disclaimer: The story is not mine.
When I had Internet and posted last time I had not really considered some reviews, so I apologize for my confusing style of writing. It's difficult coming up with your own style of writing for a first time author. I've never been really a linear thinker, so it's not confusing to me. Plus as the author I have the distinct pleasure of knowing where the story is headed. No Time line at this time, but since most of the small back story elements are over it should become less confusing. No promises though.
The reason why the story jumps around at points is plainly: I didn't want to start the story when they were children. If I started it then I would be compelled to expand on everything and the story I wanted to tell would be on the back burner and the focus would be on them growing up, which is important, but not really. I could write it without the "jumps" but then more would say just write my own story instead of using beloved characters. The jumps provide a small backstory to show a bit of the who, what, when, where,why and how?
Though it's not an excuse, I loved Pulp Fiction.
Quick update :). To all my Americans. Happy day after Thanksgiving. And to everyone else *Nods head*S'up.
[AN- 1] I've decided to use Al Bhed for the Wizarding language.
The Unforgiving V - Chapter 12
'The Basement'
London
May 26, 1996 - 0256Hrs
"Ring Himalaya," Marcus commanded.
"Yes Doctor," Urd's dulcet alto responded. And after a few moments a weary female voice answered.
"Hullo."
"Him," Marcus began in a serious tone.
"Oh God! No. No. No. No. Not-" Himalaya wailed franticly.
"Himalaya," Marcus interrupted harshly, "Calm down. Evans' fine. For now. But it's a good chance he won't be soon. He's freed himself somehow and now he's on a High Risk, more than a bit injured and he went solo.
"That idiot will be the death of me," Himilaya grumbled, "Okay Mad, what's the plan?"
"No time to plan," Marcus said in an annoyed tone, "But, I am up-linking you his general whereabouts. It's in some small wizard community. Otter Catch... no Ottery Saint Catchpole . According to beacon, it's in Devonshire.
" Got it just now. I'll have my team there in ninety minutes," Himalaya stated, "Oak Root is sending a Triple S. there... now. Estimated Time of Arrival: Seventy five minutes.
"Denise," Marcus whispered softly, "There's something else."
"God what else now?" Himalaya said.
"The Granger girl. She's a Craft."
"Marisol Granger is a Craft," Himalaya said incredulously.
"No, not that Granger," Marcus said letting her come to her own conclusion.
"You must be completely daft if you expect me to listen to that," Denise berated him, "That was a sick joke. And it's not funny."
"It was a Homunculus, a constructed human body," Marcus explained.
"You sure it's not a trick? Because our people in NHS had confirmed it was her body."
"Harry seems to be sure it's her," he told her.
"If Harry ever even remotely thought with his head, instead of his prick, I'd be incline to believe him."
"Well, you know Harry," Marcus laughed.
"Unfortunately," Denise said dryly, "I just woke up Karakorum and Pamirs, and Rummy is going to fetch Freyja and Heimdall
"All five of you," Marcus said astonished.
"Four," Denise corrected, "Kathryne is going to sit with Abby. The rest of us are going to get the dumbarse out and then, he and I will be having a chat about this."
"Yes, but even just you four. Isn't that a bit much?"
"Well if the bloody idiot has gone and got himself bloody killed. We might need to let out some aggression."
"Himalaya," he started warningly.
"I know," she sighed, "If it came to that. It would mean no more hiding in the shadows for any of us."
"I have to ask this," Marcus said, "Is it worth it?"
"You know the answer to that question just as I do," Denise answered, "You know it is."
"Yeah, I do," he said, "Go get our boy."
"Got it, over and out," she said and the line went dead.
As he began to get a head start on his report that he knew he would have to submit when all this was over the door to the bathroom opened and Kiara stumbled out looking horribly gaunt and sickly. He knew how bad she felt, but didn't feel any remorse. But, when Evans volunteered for testing of the perfected T.R.D After a minute he was sick for a least a half hour and after five he was without his power for a month. He told her, that Urd was watching her any dangerous movement would be all it took, for her to turn back on the TRD.
She sat heavily on the love seat and removed her doublet shirt leaving her with her chemisette, she looked over had seen him watching her warily. She yawned, then stretched deliberately, then she raised her hands in a way that said she conveyed him no harm. She slowly reached behind her and arching slightly as she removed her wand holster with her wand still in it and slowly put them on the table. A few moments later she the did same with her bowie knife. She sighed heavily and put her doublet back on.
As Marcus glanced back at her, Kiara was struck by the color of his eyes. They were normal in most ways, oval shaped, also they were a pale brown, but something was just slightly a bit off. She had seen eyes like them more than once but she couldn't place where. Her stomach growled and Marcus turn at the noise, when his eyes settled on her, her breath caught in her throat.
They were they eyes of a dead man.
She shuddered slightly before she looked away. Why he had eyes like that she didn't want to think about it, so when her stomach growled again she rubbed it and moaned slightly.
"So," the witch began slowly, "I think I just threw up everything I ate this year," She weakly chuckled and Marcus simply pointed to the kitchen as he continued typing. She found a bag of unopened chips in the cupboard and put them on the table and grabbed a sixteen once cola from the refrigerator. She sat down and opened both of them and began to eat. After about two scores of the crunchy cheese puffs she was feeling less like she was starving to death and more like she was merely hungry. She looked at a puff and she could see Dezzy covered in cheese particles, she began to miss her son terribly, and it was starting to be painful, but she was doing the right thing . The longer this whole thing went on, the less sure she became that was that this was the right move. She sighed as she straightened up then headed back to the sitting room and sat. She sat in uncomfortable near silence as Marcus kept typing away at the keyboard. As the minutes dragged by she decided to try to start a conversation with the guy.
"I get the feeling that you don't like people like me," Marcus turned to look at her, "You know Magical People."
"True," Marcus said simply and turned back to his report.
"You're not even gonna try and deny it?" Kiara asked.
"Why lie when you don't have to?" Marcus said.
"So," she began, "Why do you hate us?"
"Are you serious?" he asked her incredulously.
"Yep," Kiara answered, "I can't leave here. I already tried in the bathroom. So I figure we can play twenty questions."
Marcus stared at her for just a few moments, then turned back to his report, "Factually, there is nothing I don't know about you," Marcus said coolly over his shoulder, "And personally, there is nothing I want to learn from you."
"Well," she huffed angrily, "I know, factually, you could kindly remove the stick from your ass."
"What!" Marcus said as he spun around in his chair.
"And personally, I know that your in love with him," she continued hotly, "But, even I really wasn't too sure. Your good. Very good at hiding it. If your not out, I bet no one would know unless you told them," She saw the angry look he was giving her and she backpedaled slightly, "I.. I mean there's nothing wrong with it, it's who you are. I mean, I even had to give you a clear view of the girls to be sure. You didn't take bait, that's how I knew."
"Maybe I don't find you attractive," Marcus reasoned.
"Please," she scoffed as she rolled her eyes, "I know I'm fine. And now that I seem to have your attention, you never answered my question."
"And what question was that?" He asked her.
"Why do you hate Magical People?" Kiara asked again.
"You really want to know?" He asked back.
"Yes," She said simply.
"I don't hate all Craft. My sister," He began slowly, "She was a witch. Muggleborn they called her. My parents were never prouder of her than when she came home after her first year, gushing about all the things she learned. She was smart, sassy, athletic, beautiful, and a force to be reckoned with. Heaven help you if you got her talking about that sport of yours. Angelina was the best person I knew. She was in your world for four years. Four years of her life was spent with your kind. And she was killed, because both of our parents were born normal. They targeted her just because she was and I quote 'a filthy mudblood'.
" Have you ever seen a loved one beaten, raped, tortured and then cut literally into ribbons. Because I have and I swear, I won't let it continue to happen while I still draw breath and I will make sure all of the evil Craft will pay," he finished and turned from her.
"I'm sorry," Kiara said softly, "I shouldn't have brought it up," She sat back on the love seat and ignored him wiping his eyes away on his hands. They sat in silence for a long while, and she pondered on what she now knew. And she blurted out something that came to her, "Do all of you have stories like that? Because I'm sensing a trend here, Muggles wronged by wizards."
"Most likely," Marcus said thinly.
"No wonder," she mused, "I guess with all the thing that we can really do to muggles. There would have to be some bad wizards that abuse their power. If it's not too much, can I ask you something else? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."
"What now?"
"What was that light earlier?" she asked, "I have never felt that sick in my life. And if you all have that, I'm going to take my son and hide under the biggest rock I can find."
"Oh wow," Marcus said after he brayed a slight laugh, "Well it couldn't hurt to tell you what your up against. Nothing you can do But let me ask you a question. Do you realise just how durable you Magicals are?"
"Well I'm pretty sure I 'm probably stronger than any man or woman my size."
"How about this," Marcus began, "From what we've learned, most of the things you do to each other, the simple thing that the wizarding children do to each other are usually extremely serious medical conditions. For example, there's a incantation petrificus totalus, I'll assume you've seen, used, or know of it," he watched as she nodded, "If a non magical is kept under it for too long, it would cause irrevocable damage to the nervous system and they would die."
"Your joking, right," Kiara said and Marcus shook his head.
"No, if they were brought in to a NHS, it would be diagnosed as End Stage Spinal Muscular Atrophy. Terminal," Marcus told her, "We have a patient, used to work a campgrounds until last year, his mind was wiped so many times he now suffers from Anterograde Amnesia and he has no working memory, meaning he can't form any new memories. Shrinking keys, biting toilet seats and things of the like, just for some sick form of amusement. To me, things like that is why your kind is too dangerous. Even your children are capable of wiping us of the face of the earth without so much as breaking a sweat. But ever since the late nineteen forties, what would become most of the G5 began to develop weapons to fight back. What was used on you was one of our premiere defensive measures, the T.R.D Emitter: It's stands for Thaumalogical Resonance Dispersal Emitter. The Emitter emits a high powered, irradiated isotope-"
"You nuked me!" Kiara exclaimed.
"Not you," he corrected, "Your magic."
"I am magic," she retorted.
"No," Marcus corrected again, "You make and use magic. And while we're on that subject, it's not really even magic. It's more like your gifted to able see, feel, and influence a certain type of energy source around you."
"Some would call that magic," Kiara not willing to budge.
"Anyway," he continued, "You and your kind are nearly impossible to kill with traditional and conventional weapons. Nuclear missiles, we could bring down a nuclear winter to all your colonies and only the initial explosion could possibly kill you. You could waltz into a nuclear power plant right now, make a room for yourself in the core and you wouldn't show any kind of radiation poisoning for a little under a year. And even then you could shield yourself all to easily from that.
"And biological weapons. Please, you think anything we could make could do any better than what you do to each other on a regular. But the T.R.D, now it emits a colour that was specifically designed to induce vertigo in Craft. It also sends out concentrated Sampi Rays, now the rays themselves are not very radioactive, it can barely pierce skin, but it has an unusual property. Focused, it can push the energy all of you create away: dispersal."
"You couldn't find all of us," Kiara said defiantly.
"Why not," Marcus reasoned, "You and the type of energy you create resonates in certain radar waves that we already have. I knew Evans' whereabouts since he was captured, even if I couldn't do anything. So even if we can't see you ,we still know where you are."
"You," she whispered as she put her left hand over her mouth, "You could exterminate us."
"No," he said consolingly, "Not for... forty or so years. The power requirements to turn it into an offensive weapon are astronomical and I really don't fancy the idea spending the next ten to fifteen years trying to speed up the process. I don't hate all Craft enough."
"You know he's a wizard then," Kiara stated.
"It's not exactly something we like to chat about," Marcus said, "But yes."
They stared at each other for a few moments, it seemed as she didn't have anymore to say so he turned back to the computer and begun writing again. He had just finished the part where his request for a rescue of an asset was denied as it was a major magical section in London he was held in, when the witch behind him spoke.
"You know," she began slyly, "You never denied what I said about Harry. About you being in love with him. I suppose that why you look after him like this."
"Yes well," Marcus began, "While I do love Harry. I'm just not in love with him. But-" The rest of what he said was interrupted by a loud crack as a midnight black motorcycle appeared in the sitting room. But it was not alone, from his angle all he could see was, on the seat was Harry's coat, but his coat was covering something lumpy. Hanging out from underneath the end of the coat were a pair of slender legs clad only in socks. Before he could get up to check on the person Kiara shrieked,
"Oh my gods, Hermione!"
'The Burrow' 'Storage Warehouse Four
Ottery St. Catchpole - Devonshire
May 26, 1996 - 0415Hr.
"Easy way it is," The wizard said with a slight giggle. Not wasting a moment Harry pulled the triggers and his guns began to buck and recoil. The wizard had brought up his wand and a blue translucent appeared in front of him halting the scores of bullets aimed at him, they stopped in mid air at the shield then promptly fell to the floor in front of him. Harry kept firing in burst as he shifted body so he was sideways to his opponent. He shifted his arms to where one was extended at his enemy and the other was slightly bent. He shifted his feet so that one was pointing at the wizard and the other horizontal to him, he then dropped one of the MP5K's on his extended foot and kicked it to the side. The smug sonuvabitch was beginning to cackle madly as he held his shield not even straining. Harry reached behind him and pulled another magazine out as the gun spent it's ammunition, quickly ejecting the empty magazine, he reloaded and began firing again.
"You know," the wizard began conversationally as the bullets kept hitting his shield, "That's not working right?"
"Really," Harry said sarcastically as he stopped shooting, "I hadn't noticed. Thank you ever so much for pointing the obviousness of the current situation. I believe I would be utterly lost if it weren't for your brilliant deduction."
"But what I really want to know," He ignored Harry, his voice hardening, "Is why. You took. What's mine?" His wand jerked at Harry at the last word and blue jets of fire shot out of the tip, flying at Harry at an incredible speed. By the time Harry's body reacted and moved to the side, the fire had reached the muzzle of his pistol, that part of the pistol turned red hot and Harry threw it to the floor watching it begin to melt. And the wizard laughed at him, "Is this all it is to you abominations, muggle weapons," the boy taunted, "There's a reason why we're superior to them. Power. I'm stronger than you and everything like you can imagine. I can boil mountains and melt seas. I'm Ron Weasley, the new God of Fire, bow to your god and tell me where my property is and I'll make your death quick."
"First off all Weasley," Harry said casually as he removed his sawn off shotgun from it's resting place on his back. He fired and the buckshot exited the chamber spraying out. Ron, when he had seen the shotgun had already thrown up another shield, but was surprised to see the spiderweb cracks appear in it, as the small bits of metal hit his shield. Another fire and his shield shattered pelting him with bits of metal causing him to fall to the ground and feel around for damage, he felt the bruising but no holes.
"Don't tell me you thought that was all I could do," Harry said in a jaunty voice as he emptied the weapon, replacing the spent cartridges with fresh ones from his belt to reload. Ron had stood with a wince as the pain lanced through him, but quickly conjured another more powerful shield as Harry fired again. His eyes widened in shock as the shield cracked again and moved to cover himself as the second shot tore through it once again, throwing him to the floor again, "Second, I know your pretty strong, but strength definitely does not equal power," Harry said as he walked closer to Ron while reloading. Ron had scurried back to his feet and used his most powerful shield in time to block the onslaught, but to his dismay large crack appeared and Ron let out a feeble whimper as the second shot laid him on the floor again. But as he hit the ground he felt something hit his wrist loosening his grip on his wand, then it was neatly pulled from his grasp. As he looked up he saw his wand being snapped in front of his face by the abomination, "Thirdly you don't look much like a god right now."
"I don't need a wand to kill a thing like you," Ron said livid. He was disgusted with himself for letting that thing get to him. He swiftly drew his sword and charged at Harry his baby blue eyes glinting crimson. Harry had quickly backpedaled and narrowly jumped away from his horizontal swing at his stomach. Ron growled and charged again aiming at vital points on his opponents body, which were all avoided by a hair's breadth.
Harry pulled up the Velcro on two of his many pouches on his vest, he reached into them pulling out a pair of rods, with a casual flick down of his wrist the baton extended triplying their length. He brought one up to parry one of Weasley's swings, causing sparks from the two metal objects hitting one another.
"Dull, dull, dull," Harry taunted as he side stepped another downward slash, "Swordplay is about elegance mate," Harry said baiting him as he spun to block a horizontal cut, "Not clumsily flailing about with that fancy stick of yours," Ron roared as he attacked again. But Harry moved in and blocked his attack near the base of the sword with a baton, "It's a good weapon. Shame it just decorative," Harry mocked as he pushed the sword away, spinning and then driving his elbow into his Ron's nose sending him reeling back clutching his now bloody nose, "But it seems," Harry jeered as Weasley fell back, "That you have swords but don't understand how to use them."
"Shut up," Ron yelled, "What do you know?"
"I know how to kill you," Harry answered as he went on the offensive. He was upon Ron at that moment, and he swung at Ron's head. Ron brought up his sword to try locking their weapons together and Harry dropped a baton onto his foot and grabbed one of Weasley's wrist and twisted one of his hands off of the sword, spreading their arms, then drove his forehead into Weasley's nose, hearing a satisfying crunch as he broke it, driving him back a few paces. Harry kicked his foot, launching the baton back into his awaiting hand, he spun as he moved to attack again. With a roar Ron took off and sped around Harry moving at near inhuman speeds, as he circled his prey he grinned as he saw his opponents neck exposed, he tightened his grip and further brought forth his magic to increase his speed further. As he was just about to lop of the abomination's head, it disappeared from his view. Harry had ducked and moved to the side, sticking his hand out and just by lifting up, had used Ron's momentum to send him soaring through the air and into some crates demolishing them.
"That was fast mate," Harry said patronisingly as Ron stood up from the wreckage, his face was now red as his hair, "But I saw every step."
"I've had enough of you," Ron yelled as he suddenly threw his sword at Harry who simply moved to the side letting the blade pass by harmlessly. He grabbed the hilt of the silver sword and a wave of something beat against Harry's magic, washing over them. The closest word Harry would use to describe it would be bloodlust and it was swelling up around them. Weasley had drawn the blade and was now pointing it at Harry.
"Feeling's mutual," Harry growled as he released a murderous smile. Harry charged again ready to beat the piss out of him, when to his horror, Weasley's new sword sliced through his baton like it wasn't even there cutting into his thigh. Harry went to back off when he was assaulted with the most wonderful feeling. His arms dropped limply to his sides, letting both of the batons clatter onto the ground and his face relaxed from the previous look of rage to a small smile and a muscle in his cheek twitched.
"I've got you," Ron shouted in exuberance as his weapon tasted flesh for the first time in over a millennium, "Did you see that?" Ron asked the seemingly empty warehouse missing the slight twitch. Ron turned back to Harry and backhanded him sending him sprawling out face down on the floor,"Say something now," Ron taunted, "Not so bloody talkative now are we?" Ron chuckled evilly, "I don't know what I should do now. I could tell you to bring back my property," He said as he kicked Harry in the side turning him, missing the wooden smile that now had place on Harry's face, "Make you watch while make her mine. No, don't wanna give you a show, you might learn something before I kill you. Yeah, that's it I'll just kill you now, I can always get it back anytime.
"But since you snapped my wand," Ron said as he laid a few more kicks into Harry's side, "We'll have to teach you a lesson and do it the hard way. I'm going to enjoy burning you alive."
Ron sheathed his weapon and started to flex his fingers as he began to mutter under his breath, his eyes had began to defocus as he concentrated on drawing up his magic. As Ron's magic pulsed it began to assert it's dominion over the area, things that had been in motion began to freeze in their place. Dust that was slowly floating down stopped, the insects that were about the vicinity paused mid movement, the few places where the rain came in, the drops went standstill. His whispered mutterings began to get louder as he began chanting the phrase 'Bufan uv Vena. Pinh so ahaso' over and over , his voice changed with a second, deeper grating one, overlapping the first. His eyes began to glow, first flickering red in and out then they maintained the light , he closed his eyes as the warehouse began to warm up around them until the the air around them became hazy, as the temp began to climb above forty five, the water droplets suspended in the air began to evaporate, creating steam that blanketed the area.
As Ron closed his eyes, he missed Harry cracking his eyes to peer up at him, then silently stand up shakily, holding his damaged side. As Ron began his spell, Harry padded softly over to him and drew back his fist, using a lot of his dwindling magic reserves, already on fumes from breaking the hold of two high level spells dominion, to strengthen the force of the punch. Harry launched an upwards fist into the diaphragm of his opponent shattering his ribs on impact and grunted a bit as his fist lifted Ron approximately a foot of the floor. As the all the air left Ron's lungs, his eyes snapped open and stared stupidly at Harry as if he couldn't comprehend what had happen.
"Minor inconvenience," Harry said as he breathed raggedly, "Sorry about the wait," As Harry was talking, his hand had smoothly pulled Ron's sword away from him. When he had firm possession of the blade, power beyond measure filled him. Harry now knew, without a shadow of a doubt that everything was now his, all he had to do was take it. No one in the world now could possibly stand in his way. He was going to lead Yggdrasil, because Tyr was pitiful old man, with this sword he can make all of his enemies would fall at his feet. Harry blinked, realising his train of thought as he look at the sword, "Oh this thing is bad for you mate," Harry began conventionally as he summoned one of the shell casings with a slight wave of his hand, "You could really hurt someone with this," The case flashed blue and shivered slightly in his hand. "Time to put away your toy sunshine."
"How," Ron wheezed from his position on the floor. "Could. You move?"
"Was I not supposed to?" Harry asked genuinely confused as he took a few steps back. Placing the sword on the floor, then putting the new portkey on it.
"The blonde bint a coupla nights back did the same thing. That same move's not gonna work twice mate. Thirty seconds."
Ron eyes widened comically as he rasped out, "Your. Harry Potter."
"Is everyone of you Craft gonna call me that from now on? Twenty-two." Harry said as he reach in a pocket and pulled out his balisong.
"But," Ron gasped, "They. Beat you."
"I won't beat on women mate," Harry said as if scandalised by the mere thought of it. He glare at the fallen wizard as he remembered the bruises on Hermione's face, when he knelt next to Ron, batting away a feeble punch Ron leveled at him and Harry shoved his head back into the floor cracking the wood, "But you would. Fourteen."
"I'm. Strongest," Ron moan weakly, "In my. Family."
"You should know that strength is never constant thing. Seven." Harry said coldly as he place the edge of his knife to Ron's throat, "Shame innit?"
As the countdown just had reached zero, Harry instinctively rolled to the side narrowly avoiding a jet of white fire that went where his head was a moment ago. He watched in horror as four other redheads materialised from the shadows while his portkey went off causing a blaring alarm to start blaring. Of the four men, one was a rather tall, balding and clearly the oldest of the four, but he radiated a quiet power that frightened Harry. The next two were his height, but stockier and twins with long hair. The last one was wearing a pair of horned rim glasses and his hair was cropped short.
From their features Harry could tell that they were all related to one another. But as he surveyed the situation he knew he was in trouble. His original plan was to kill the redhead, set off his personal portkey, they could only slip small things through wards, he didn't like what would happen if he tried to and that would trigger the alarm wards to causing the Craft to investigate, the dead body would be a good diversion and then he could slip out during the chaos.
"Ronald are you alright?" The one Harry thought was the father asked.
"Dad," Ron wheeze, "Why'd you wait. So long?"
"Father if I may?" The one in glasses spoke up in a haughty voice. The older man simply nodded, "We had previously decided on a 'wait and see' policy Ronald. But with your imminent death approaching, we decided it was time to intervene. Yes we were quite aware of what you had stolen and what you were going to do to your old classmate. We were coming to stop you from committing this damnable act but-"
"Yeah, but we-" Twin one interrupted.
"Didn't know that-" Twin two continued.
"Harry Potter would come,"
"And shatter your,"
"Galleon into Knuts," The twins finished together.
"Fred, George," Their Dad said sternly, "Now is not the time for that."
"Sorry Dad," Fred and George said together.
"Now, you are Harry Potter, yes," the man started, "Even though you were here, presumably to rescue that young lady from my son, you are still in supposed to be in custody at the MLE. And evil deed or not, I will not allow you attempt to murder my son. If you know whats best you will surrender now."
Harry eyed at the men in front of him. Instinctively focusing on the oldest of the foursome, as Harry knew he was the most dangerous. Later he would be told that he did the most logical thing he's ever really done in the situation.
He ran away.
As he sprinted out the door focusing trying to call forth his magic, he let out a moan as he felt nothing, his vision begin to tunnel as onset magical exhaustion set in from him trying to draw from a empty well. Every step that he now took, felt like he was dragging a boulder on each of his limbs, as he began to slow he tripped over a bit of raised cobblestone and tumbled to the ground. He crawled at first then struggled to his feet and began to limp when multiple apparation displacement cracks hurried his movements as he finally reached the edge of the wards where he and Dobby slipped in, a blue spell impacted his back, shredding the back of his vest and sending him soaring forward. As he landed face first groaning in pain, he vaguely heard the pounding of feet coming at him. He stiffened when a pair of hands grabbed his arm, and relaxed when the voice spoke to him.
"It's alright. I've got you. You bloody idiot."
'Oak Root Hospice - Hidden Yggdrasil Instillation'
Basement Level Four – Alfheim (Infirmary and Training Facilities)
Inverness, United Kingdom
May 26, 1996 - 0621
A pretty woman with short brown hair, while carrying a paper tray of coffees, gracefully took the stairs two by two before she entered the large building that has a sign that said Oak Root Estate: Palliative Care, Assisted Living, Skilled Nursing and Rehabilitation. As she entered the gloomy building the sterile air made her pull a face, causing her to nearly sprinted to the freight lifts. She pulled out a badge from her pocket and swiped it in the card reader, absently watching a panel slide open revealing a touch screen with the number one through eight and palm scanner. She laid her hand on it and it chimed as it recognised her, then she pressed four and went down.
As she stepped off the lift she was bathed in a humming orange light, as the guards raised their rifles watching her reaction, she waved kindly as she passed them. She walked to the frosted Plexiglas sliding doors with the word Alfheim(Elf Land) on them. She made her way to the infirmary section and noticed that Himalaya was standing next to the matron, speaking in rushed whispered voices.
"Is he awake?" she asked.
"Not since you asked a quarter hour ago Freyja," Denise said impishly.
Freyja handed one of the coffees to her and strode into the room. The room was a off white with most of the things you would find in a hospital room: Heart Monitor, Respirator, and a bag of saline with an Intravenous line. The only difference was a grey pod where a bed would be. The bed had accelerated healing properties. Broken bones mended in hours instead of weeks, sicknesses that would last for days could be cured in minutes and burns and other assorted injuries could be healed in days that would take a lifetime. She move next to the capsule bed and sat down on one of the provided chairs and lost herself staring at the opaque canopy. She accessed the small terminal attached to it and began to scroll down. The information she got was minimal, but as she read a slight grin formed on her face.
Evans, Harrison James
Yggdrasil Identification Number 07800993- 452
Biological Technology Force Enhancement
Codename: Mjollnir
Treatment 99.9% completion.
As she read the bed chimed. The canopy cleared and revealed a person in a highly viscous blue liquid, as it began to open, it began releasing a steam that she knew was filled with nutrients and healing enzymes. The person inside started awake, pushing the canopy the rest of the way open and sat up quickly, grabbing his head as his head hurt from moving too quickly. She gently tried to push him back down, but he wouldn't budge, so she began to fill him in on what she was told about his rescue. He hopped out of the bed leaving it sloshing around the bed and began looking for something. As she pointed at the closet, he found some scrubs and a radiation suit, he got dressed irregardless off his company. When he faced her she had a pair of glasses in her hand and small blush on her pretty but determined face.
"You should still be resting," Freyja told him as she came into focus when he slipped his glasses on, "You're still hurt, mostly."
"I feel fine Kate," Harry told her. And to prove his point he did a one handed handstand, after a moment he returned to his feet and gave her a lopsided grin while spreading his arms, "Miracle of advanced science innit?"
"Quite," Freyja retorted dryly then grinned back, "And you know I prefer Kathryne, Harrison."
"But Owen gets to call you Kate," Harry whinged, "And you know it's just Evans."
"It says Harrison on your Ident," Kathryne reasoned, "And since I'm very much in love with the bloke, Heimdall can call me that. Now, since your feeling so much better now. I think I'll go fetch Himalaya."
"Hey no," Harry became panicky, "No really, that's... That's okay. I'll... I'll talk to her later. S-so you don't even worry your pret... beautiful, wonderful, never-would-kick-a-man-when-he's- down, self about going and getting her."
"Oh," she replied thoroughly enjoying the situation, "It's really no trouble at all. She's right outside. Talking to Miss Ann," she nearly skipped to the door and shouted, "He's awake now," She turned back to him and lowered her voice considerably, "I don't envy you right now Harrison James Evans. Buh-bye now."
She finished just as the door slid open and Harry froze as her the woman's cold brown eyes bore into him. As Freyja scurried out of the room the woman didn't even spare her a cursory glance, as if she thought Harry would run, which he would freely admit to later, was looking better and better as time went on.
"Well," Denise began coldly, "Aren't you just about as clever as a box of rocks."
"I'm-," Harry began to apologise.
"Bloody stay bloody silent," She interrupted and Harry winced knowing she only truly cursed when she was extremely angry, "Now, first this morning Marcus calls and said that deathtrap of yours-"
"Dobby isn't-" he interrupted.
"I said bloody stay the bloody fuck silent," She hissed as she cut off his defense of the former elf, " Said you never returned to the Drop Point. Then, as we were trying all day and night petitioning to get authorisation to mount a rescue of some sort on a Craft Parliament Building, hoping to God, a miracle would happen and you were still alive somehow. And after every single option we tried just fell through and tried to call in ever favor we ever accumulated. Just when I began to lose all shred of hope, who should give me a ring? It's Marcus. And he says that you escaped captivity and your alive, but your hurt and refused medical treatment. And that's not the best part. Not by far. Your supposed friend who, for all intents and purposes, was dead, is now miraculously alive and you being the bloody gallant hero, went to rescue her. See where I'm headed?"
"I'm an idiot?" Harry guessed meekly.
"What did I bloody well just tell you? You. Bloody. Fucking. Silent," Denise roared, "Now, when we finally found you, it looked like you'd lost playing chicken going up against a lorry. We had thought we lost you for a moment, because you nearly died Harry, again. What ever struck you in the back would have blown a hole clear through you if it wasn't for your vest. That seemed like that was the worst of it. But," she began darkly, "Since that was a Craft attack I'll forgive it. The other injuries however: Lacerations, Deep tissue contusions, Fracture ribs, Deviated septum and a Incised wound on your thigh. Care to explain these injuries?" When Harry said nothing she growled, "Speak."
Harry looked at her warily before he began, not wanting to be told to shut up, "Well the first three are mainly from when I got captured. One of the Craft did something, it made it really hard to move and at the last moment my magic flared and I could move again, but all I could do at that point was dodge the fatal parts of it."
"And the incised wound?" She said slowly emphasis on the word 'incised'.
"The nose thing," Harry said ignoring her query, "That was Hermione's doing."
"And just how was resurrected Miss Granger able to accomplish this unimaginable feat?"
"She was completely starkers," Harry said sheepishly, "And I couldn't focus."
"I bloody well imagine you couldn't," She ground out, "But, how did you get-"
"He had a magic sword, okay," Harry said in small voice.
"I don't bloody well care if he had bloody fucking Excalibur," Denise shouted at him, "I taught you how to bloody well use a sword. You can bloody well now beat me soundly in fencing for Christ sake and yet you let some bloody arse pirate get a cut on you. Was all my efforts in training you up a waste? Well was it? Should I really have to start to rely on someone like Gavin since your unreliable now? That bloody sadist Gavin! "
"It wasn't like that," Harry protested, "He had Magic-"
"I don't bloody care. Fencing Gauntlet. Full squadron. Today. Noon," she said as she left the room. A moment later she popped her head back in and said considerably warmer, "And now that I have all that out now. I know we have been over this but, no more giving me any more grey hairs. I'm too young to start looking like my Gran. See you at Noon."
"That could have went better," Harry said to himself.
"Yes," A cool, now that he realised a little too familiar, voice rang out, "Your life force was nearly extinguished. It was very close."
"Hermione's gunna kill me if she hears your voice," Harry said wearily, " Hi Verdandi."
"Do not 'Hi Verdandi' me Harry," The Nielsen Olivier Research Network Navigator avatar Verdandi snapped, "You require rest. Get back in the Nielsen Olivier Research Technology: Biological Accelerated Rehabilitation machine.
"Already been to the NorTech Bar Vee," Harry said.
"Harry-," Verdandi began sternly.
"Okay, okay," Harry interrupted her, "Now, I know you want to yell at me for being stupid and I'll let you all you want, when I come back . But I have to free Mad and Hermione first."
"Any NorNN can do that from here," She reasoned, "You need a full days sleep, you do not have to go."
"Yes. I do," Harry said simply as he left the room. As he headed toward the lifts he pulled the hood of the radiation suit on. Even though the suit protects him for the dose of radioactive waves the nausea he got from just being subjected to sounds and colour of the T.R.D made him hesitate at the sealed doors. But a sense of urgency move him forward through the sickness, down the lifts,then through the sickness again brought him to his three bedroom living quarters he shared with five others. He changed into a casual black long sleeved tee shirt. A pair of blue jeans and a pair of Chuck Taylor All Stars completed his look. After he endured the sickness again to leave the sub basements of Oak Root, he stripped of the radiation suit and hung it on his arm.
As he stepped off the lifts he tossed his suit into the HazMat bin and left. As soon as he stepped out of the building he found a secluded area and called for Dobby. After a emotional reunion on the former elf's part and a promise that he doesn't plan to die any time soon, Dobby silently apparated them back to the Basement with little fanfare as Marcus was asleep on the chair and the girls were no where in sight, as he was about to call out Kiara slowly exited his room and froze when she saw him. After a quick hushed conversation about the previous nights events on both ends she thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and sent him into his room. When he entered he found Hermione sitting on his bed with the duvet wrapped around her shoulders. Neither said any thing as the minutes ticked by. As Harry was about to break the silence Hermione spoke softly.
"I keep," she began softly, "I keep thinking. What had I possibly have done to deserve that?"
He was by her side in a flash, but his heart wrenched as she flinched away from him, "Nee you didn't do anything," Harry began consolingly, but was dismayed as she turned her head away, "Listen to me, he stole something, it was a sword of some sort and it can control people. You know that none of this is in anyway your fault," as he automatically when to pat her leg Harry said, "I wish I could have-"
"Don't touch me," she growled and smacked his hand away from her leg, needing to assert some measure of control of the situation she was in. As Harry drew back in shock, his face made something in her feel better and she felt the need to lash out at something, she threw the blanket at him and began to pace around the room. She was wearing his Chelsea football jersey and a pair of his boxers, "What you want a show as well? Didn't get enough seeing my bits earlier? Your nothing but an abomination."
"Nee," Harry called out to her.
"Shut up," She yelled not noticing the tears flowing in her eyes, "Your nothing but a monster. I wish you were dead, so I wouldn't have to look at you. You disgust me."
At her saying that Harry stood up and blocked her path, and she looked up at him and sneered, "What? Are you gonna hit me as well? What are you afraid of wittle baby Harry?" As Harry's hand flashed out Hermione flinched and closed her eye. She was surprised, as well as upset that she was then pulled into a firm hug. She froze for a second then began to try to fight her way out of his arms with all she had, but still subconsciously holding in her magic, "You left me!" she roared as she beat and pushed against his chest, "LET GO! I said let me go!" As she was yelling Harry whispering how sorry he was he didn't protect her, "You were supposed to be there! You weren't there! Why weren't you there!" She screamed and finally succumb to her hysteria and began to cry in earnest, as Harry began to rub her back gently, her crying had gotten worse. As she wailed in his arms, he promised he would finish the bastard that made her cry.
TBC
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