RAWR!
Ok… this thing is not intimidating at all. It honestly looks like… the abominable snowman. Yeah, it's an ugly specimen no doubt. The hair certainly is not helping the look. Alex first flamed away, avoiding a swipe that would have knocked him off his feet. Alex wondered what would be effective against this thing. Fire perhaps? Makes the most logical sense to defeat something that like the cold.
Alex pointed at the being and shouted, "Fiendfyre!"
The thing collapsed onto the ground writing in what look like agony as the flames licked hungrily on the beast and melted the snow that came into contact with the fireball. Alex was about to congratulate himself for a job well done when the fireball was no longer a fireball; the thing was now a foot taller and it growled louder than before. Looks like fire isn't the solution then.
The thing charged at Alex, claws outstretched. Alex again flamed and appeared behind the thing. Transfiguring his primary wand, he gripped the glowing blue sword in his hand and drove it deep into the being's chest. Alex was grinning as he waited for the thing to collapse, but was wrong. Alex felt his body leave the ground and he landed a good couple feet away. The snow billowing outwards from him as his body hit the snow, Alex ignored the pain and quickly readied himself. The thing pulled the sword out of its chest, threw it away, and roared. What the hell is this thing? And there's no blood… that's interesting.
Alex withdrew his second wand and waited for the thing to make the first move. The thing bounded towards Alex and again, Alex flamed himself away. Knowing that looking for the sword would take costly time, Alex decided to summon the sword. A whish of air was heard and Alex readied himself to catch the cartwheeling sword in midair. Before Alex could see where the sword is coming from, Alex heard a roar. This time, it was a roar of agony. Alex attempted to look at the thing, but found his sword was a couple seconds away from severing his own head. Gripping the now non-moving and not as mortally-endangering sword, Alex took a glance at the thing. One arm was chopped cleanly off and lay on the ground. The thing did not bleed, but it clearly had less functionality with its right arm severed. Alex changed tactics; looks like magic sucks. Good ol' swords now to the rescue.
Alex saw the thing charge at him. No, he was not going to charge the thing; he flamed behind the thing. Raising the sword, Alex chopped off the thing's head cleanly off. The head made a small indentation on the snow and rolled for a moment before coming to a halt hitting a tree trunk. The body had stopped moving at the time. Alex was about to congratulate himself when he saw the thing charge him headless. Ok… this is creepy. Reason number one for why fighting undead things are not as preferred; they take forever to kill. Reason two; they look creepy as you start hacking them apart and they still attack you. Reason three; Dead Space is a video game; not something to be brought to real life. Ok, forget that Alex has a PS3, alright?
Alex swung his sword and chopped off the paw on the left arm of the thing. Since it is headless, it simply charged Alex instead of roaring. Oh goody.
Alex swung his sword and managed to hack off a part of the left arm the thing had. Before the thing could charge again, Alex pointed at a tree and muttered Reducto.
Splinters flying, the Reducto hit the tree trunk slightly off the ground. Alex then pushed the falling tree trunk with magic towards the thing and watched as the tree trunk pancake the thing. Smashed into the ground by the tree, the thing was not seen again. Alex panted slightly as he felt the adrenaline drain from him, but he wasn't tired. Looking around, Alex saw nothing approaching. Alex was about to setup camp and call it a day when he remembered the man. Crap… Alex hoped it was not too late.
Reaching the pale looking man that looked more like a corpse, Alex was surprised when he noticed a cross in his upper shirt pocket and his facial features. It was Adam… or Hunter. Whatever, but what the hell was he doing here? Alex didn't bother to question though as he knew time was the essence; every wasted second was one second closer to possible death. Quickly conjuring giant bandages, he wrapped them all around the mangled arm. Seeing that the bleeding there has been temporarily stopped, Alex inspected his head. No physical injuries, but because he was helmetless, he might have a minor concussion, which Alex couldn't do much. Alex then looked at the torso and yeah… more bandages please. Alex conjured another armful and started his bloody work.
Cleaning off the blood on his clothing and on Adam's clothing, Alex took a look around. Again, he saw nothing, so Alex setup camp. Having a fire up and running in the quickly darkening forest, Alex first replaced the bandages and checked on Adam. It looked like he lost too much blood though; he was still breathing, but it was slow and he is still unconscious or again, possibly in a coma. A deer bounded in front of the small fire and Alex watched as the deer look to and fro. Hmm… that's odd. The deer suddenly bolted away and never looked back. Hmm… that's even odder. A loud growl could be heard in the distance. Make that a couple of growls. Shedding light on the situation, Alex pointed at the sky and cried out, "LUMOS MAXIMUS FINIS!"
A bright brilliant orb of white light bathed a small swath of the forest which hovered a couple feet above Alex's head. Alex could clearly see – crap. WHY?! It's the abominable snowman again! Make that four snowmen. Well, this is friggin' awesome.
A thought crossed Alex's mind. A chainsaw! Reaching for his magic, he willed for the summoning of a chainsaw. Alex then focused on the four furry white abominations.
Pointing roughly at the left arm of one of them, Alex thought of Reducto.
A red light streamed out of Alex's outstretched finger and the resounding sound of a bone breaking filled through the forest. Alex saw a bone protruding out of the left arm, but the beast was unmoved. Yeah… Alex forgot these things are undead shit. Before he could think of his next move, they charged.
Flaming himself behind the four lumbering beasts, Alex was buying himself time. About to withdraw his primary wand, a noisy whistle was heard and Alex ducked. Where Alex's head previously was, a sizable red chainsaw replaced it and stuck itself into a tree. Revving the motor, Alex grinned and looked at the label. Huh? Tempest Ventmaster? Hmm, sounds powerful. Revving it again, Alex roared along with the chainsaw's loud revving. The four abominations roared back in kind. If anybody had witnessed the event; they would have thought some monstrosities from hell had arisen. They were partially right.
Alex kept his footing firm and waited for the four beasts to charge him. As expected, the four snow-covered beasts charged. Come on… closer… closer…
Come to momma! Or pappa, whatever.
Alex quickly swung the chainsaw and to his satisfaction, it cleaved one of the beasts cleanly in half. Quickly swinging his body, Alex avoided a swipe from another beast. While swinging, Alex cut another beast cleanly in half. Continuing his momentum, Alex cut through the third beast and flamed behind the last one. Cutting the last one in half, Alex grinned and revved the chainsaw in victory. His face coming into contact though with the snow made celebration short lived.
Something gripped his leg and Alex lashed his foot out. Catching something with his boot, he continued kicking it until Alex felt the pressure on his leg loosen and wormed himself out of the grip. Quickly getting on his two legs, Alex flamed a few feet away.
Four sets of four legs lumbered towards him and four sets of four torsos with two arms propelling the torsos crawled towards Alex. WTF?! This is why undead shit is just crap.
Alex raised his chainsaw and hacked at the sets of legs approaching him. Cutting them all in half, he couldn't help thinking that it was just like hacking a chicken apart. The giant legs lay motionless on the ground like giant drumsticks… except this is NOT edible; Alex had no intention of turning into some lumbering dumbass, no thank you.
Alex pointed his wand at the legs on the ground and vanished them. Alex groaned and berated himself; couldn't he have done that earlier? Alex pointed at the crawling torsos on the snow and vanished them also. Abominations eliminated, Alex headed backs towards camp which was only a minute's walk away.
Seating himself in the tent, Alex sighed as he looked at Adam. What to do… what to do…
While Alex was thinking about a way to get Adam some medical attention, a good fifty vampires surrounded the camp. Realizing there was no humanly possible way to win with the odds of 50 against 1 right now without having any cover, Alex needed to flame away. Before Alex could flame away to assess and deal with the situation, he felt something hit his head and the world went black. The last thought that ran across Alex's clear mind was; you got to be shittin' me.
Tonks felt herself filled with the warm sensation of this "flaming." She got to ask Alex one of these days… it's amazing. Maybe too amazing. If Tonks had this ability, she think she would be addicted to traveling; not abhorring it. Alas, fate had to curse with lack of knowledge to do so. You know what? Hehe… Tonks is going to deprive Alex of something if he doesn't teach her how to. Evil? Nah; just an exchange for a service. Come on people, it's a free market!
Tonks found herself in a room full of quills, pens, papers, and parchments neatly lined and sorted into folders that were on shelves. Sorted in some order, Tonks was surprised; she didn't take Alex as some sort of bibliophile.
Of course, Charles had to intervene, "Oh yes Tonks, my Master is quite a closet Socrates."
Tonks snorted, "Socrates? I think not."
Charles shrugged, or what you could call a shrug by a ruffle of his pair of wings, "Whatever. So anyhow, you want to know more? There's an introduction file here prepped for people like you! Well, not really, but it will cut the time short."
Charles lifted a talon and pointed at a desk that had a badge and file laying on it. Approaching the desk, Tonks seated herself and read the writing scrawled neatly on top of the file.
WARNING: This file contains sensitive Ministry documents. Please leave these documents at the main Ministry office if you are not the owner of the file. All violators will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. The Ministry is not responsible for grievous injuries caused when attempting to decipher, open, and/or copy this file.
Tonks was instantly curious, especially when she saw the DOM stamped onto it. Some important documents and they are related to the Department of Mysteries… sounds like something Alex shouldn't have. Tonks saw a strange badge next to it. Holding it up for closer examination, she scrutinized it.
A shiny silver cross with letters "DMLE" and "LAW ENFORCEMENT" could be clearly seen emblazoned onto the cross. Huh? Tonks had seen that somewhere… damn it, she forgot where she saw the badge. Oh well… Tonks flipped it over and found the name on it.
Harry James Potter.
Tonks read the name again.
Harry James Potter.
It can't be… him. It's well known that the first son of the Potter's disappeared at birth. But here it is; a badge clearly showing that the Potter is very alive and well. Question is; where is he? And why does Alex have it?
Tonks continued pondering, not noticing that she let the badge fall onto the file.
The file instantly blanked out and it opened by its own accord.
Tonks immediately stopped pondering and looked at the top page in the file.
A picture of a sixteen-year old Alex clad in dragon-hide armor and the badge neatly pinned onto the top pocket on his suit covered the top quarter of the page. Right below it, in bold letters, was
Harry James Potter
DOB: July 31, 1980
Sex: M
Age: 16
Declared Occupation: Hitwizard, but operates at will.
Quick History: Son of James Potter and Lily Evans. Kidnapped at birth by the Carrows and raised until five. Escaped and lived as a roaming nomad in the United States of American for some time. Received education and passed NEWTS at Durmstrang Institute at the age of seven. Registered as a hitwizard at the age of seven. First assignment completed at same age. Passed five-years of constant active duty as required in order to operate independently. Currently independent from the Ministry, but on assignment as requested by Madame Bones.
List of eliminated Death Eaters:
Amycus Carrow
Alecto Carrow
Albert Nott
List of eliminated criminals:
Thane Roberts – Leader of a crime syndicate and kidnapping ring; killed in Winter 1993
Eddie (Jackal) Gregor – Lead slave trader and trafficker of humans, Metamorphs, and Veela. Killed in Summer 1993.
Alberto Ramiro – Member of the V.L.F., murderer of a dozen muggleborns in Ireland; killed in Winter 1991
Henry Westing – Claimed Voldemort fanatic; led brief cult titled Voldemort Lives Forever (V.L.F.) and caused the deaths of uncounted muggleborns and halfbloods in Ireland. Killed in Summer 1992.
And the list went on…
After what seemed like a long list of names, Tonks reached near the end of the document.
Current Status: Alive
Current Location: ?, Bulgaria (uncharted area)
Huh? Uncharted? But what persisted on Tonks' mind was...Alex is the missing elder Potter?
Meanwhile in a place far, far, away (not really, it's just uncharted)
A man grinned as he victoriously finished a ritual. A dead man and a golden goblet swirling with dark energy lay on the ground in front of the living man. The man stowed the goblet away, sat himself on a plush chair, and crossed his legs; Voldemort was right. This world needs only purebloods. These mudbloods and halfbloods are just… unholy. They're dirty bags of society that needs to be cleansed. He will continue Voldemort's vision; it is too good to waste. But right now he had just completed the third Horcrux for himself; it sure felt good to know that you are an immortal. The man rubbed his hands together; time for revenge against that kid that killed his other body in '92. What's his name again? Al? Alan? Whatever, it's not important. First, he needs to call back old allies…
Meanwhile somewhere in Moscow…
A train derailed and flipped over by a freak accident. Railcars loaded with lumber tumbled onto the street below. By luck, the time was midnight and it was pretty much desolate. Except for a lone Ford Fiesta that drove down the road in search for a store to pickup a midnight snack. Lumber crashed into the small car and almost crushed it against a building, but by sheer dumb luck, the front of the car smashed through a shop window, saving the driver from a gruesome death. But now the driver is wedged in a car between a wall and a wall of lumber.
Firefighters and paramedics rushed to the scene, quickly shouting to announce their presence and sending out dogs to sniff out any possible victims. The driver of the Fiesta was found in a couple minutes; signified by the loud yelps of a couple dogs that located the driver and the furious wagging of their tails. A firefighter approached and found what the dogs were excited about; a person in a Ford Fiesta wedged in between a wall and the lumber. The firefighter assessed the situation and quickly ran back to the fire truck. Approaching one of the equipment doors to access the most prized equipment, the firefighter anticipated the new jaws of life the firehouse had just acquired; the Tempest Ventmaster. The door opened and… nothing. WTF?
Back to Alex…
Alex groaned as his senses started to work again. Opening his eyes, he found his arms and legs shackled to a metal chair in a room illuminated by a lone torch mounted onto one of the walls. Great, just great... now where the hell is he? Last thing Alex could remember was almost flaming himself away, but blacked out before he could. Before he could ponder about his predicament, the door opened.
A/N: Sorry gals/guys, I know I promised this would be the chapter that Alex would fight the werewolf, but I didn't realize it would take a lot more than just a chapter to get there... Well, I should be able to do so the next chapter.
Since canon HP does not give the elder Nott a name, I just labeled him as "Albert Nott."
Anyways, thanks for reading, reviewing, and your support!
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P.S. - Can't believe I'm hitting the 140th page in Word...
And I know that PS3's don't exist in 1996...