Blastwave
Own nothing
"So, you came after all…Not surprising, because that is what we do." The stranger said. No-one could fully make it out, but what they could see was that the form it had taken was male.
It slowly made it's way out of the shadows, which sort of peeled away from it. It was Jean who made the connection first "Harry…It…"
The shadows peeled away revealing a hooded, blacked out image of a generic person. It wasn't until the "hood" was pulled back revealing, long matted black hair reaching to his waist and shoulder length bangs framing his face, sharpening the already sharp facial structure. Furthermore, it produced an ethereal glow of his skin which seemed to glow a luminous white and the eyes that stared out of that eerily identical face. One eye's white had been replaced by red, the iris was still green with a red pupil and the colours were reversed in the other. The being smirked revealing too sharp teeth. "Hello, Harry."
Harry looked at his doppelganger "Harry." He replied.
The other one snorted and the ground beneath his feet cracked "Let's dispense with the potential jokes and banter about 'Two Harry's' and a 'Two Harry Facedown'. Now, I know why you're here. You want your friends, admirable…but do you really want retrieve them?"
Harry cocked his head "Why would I not want to?"
"How much do you know about Azkaban and what it actually does?"
The figure snorted "Seems that Old Fool's manipulations are still in effect. I can't allow you to leave with the prisoners."
"Can't or won't pal?" Growled Scott. Dark Harry chuckled, it sounded more predatory. There was a moment between the two, there was an indiscernible nod and suddenly Dark Harry created an ambient yellow orb that pitched into Scott, propelling him backwards.
Harry reacted, he lunged forwards and his powers screamed and he collided with his lookalike in a rapid pace dual of energy blasts, fists, feet and spell effects. The area between the two crackled and lit up like an eldritch storm.
Harry suddenly staggered backwards, holding his stomach. "Get them out of here." He growled as he sent tendrils of energy snaking and crackling through the ground, followed by a more destructive blast of energy this time designed to crack and break rather than bludgeon.
"That's more like it. Now here's mine!" Harry went rigid and began to writhe on the floor as an identical attack.
"I suppose you're wondering why I picked…no you're not. I'm you, or rather what you fear yourself you'd become. Honestly, you're correct. As a result of that and from hearing what I heard from my Children…" The electrocution stopped "…You didn't know! Dementors are BORN HERE." Dark Harry grinned "Reducto maxima!"
Harry just rolled out the way "You…guys done yet?"
"Barely got started." Logan growled.
Dark Harry was suddenly hurled backwards as the Aurors and Neville got stuck into the Dark rendition of their friend and person-of-interest. The aurors fell backwards, swatted away.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, I'll make this simple for you." Dark Harry said as with a flick of his pinkie, Harry was slammed physically into a closed jail cell. Suddenly, Harry found the bars wrapping around his hands, wrists and throat "You think WE WANT TO BE FREE? WE WANT TO HOUSE THESE…THESE…INSECTS! You think we want these creatures, you…mutants, wizards and whatever other degenerative chimpanzee's that exist out there on this…this, miserable; diseased lump of Rock? No…We want something more. We want to be LEFT ALONE." Harry found himself being stretched.
Dark Harry sighed and sat in front of him "I'm part of a greater entity, we have existed before humanity came along and we'll exist long after. In fact, not much in the Universe is as old or as powerful as I. So let me give you warning; Thomas Marvolo Riddle, BRING US HIS BEING! He desires much and wants more and achieved even more. If he carries on, he'll bring about something much, much worse."
Harry looked at the thing masquerading as himself "What if I don't…"
"That girl Anne-Marie and Kathryn Pryde…they'd make excellent…"
Harry's eyes flashed red "You touch them…I'll destroy you myself." His lookalike chuckled.
"You have a year Hadrian, before things start to happen. Here is a reminder." Harry screamed as the uniform on his peeled away, revealing his scarred arm and suddenly a few inches above the wrist a jagged circular scar appeared.
"If that reaches your heart by the end of the year, you're dead…Now get those insects and get out."
However, things went horribly wrong at that moment. Harry's scar erupted into agony; the pain was nothing like anything he had felt before. Much like with the tendrils of electricity, effect that It had done with his powers, and had caused him to seize up, the effect happened yet again.
"Blastwave, we have incoming." It was Dean.
Neville was moulding the earth around his fist and maneuvering it around Harry, pulling him to his feet and more less being dragged towards the entry point. The Aurors and Mutants were rapidly thrown backwards as spellfire cascaded into the packed hallway.
Everyone dived for cover, seeking shelter between open cell doors, in cells and in various nooks and crannies. Several mutants grabbed others and they began to shape either actual illusions or various psychometric gifts into the Death Eaters minds as they stormed the Prison. Jean gasped as four of the Aurors that had met them, slumped over like a marionette with the strings cut. "Blastwave…"
"They're Death Eaters, Mirage, Phoenix Girl/Marvel…whatever your call sign is…In essence rapists, murderers, madmen, misfits, misogynists…oh wait not Rowan Atkinson…brilliant monologue. Anyway point is THEY HAD TO want the mark on their arm. No-one will miss 'em. I sure won't pretty sure these guys families won't either." Harry replied. "It's Potter, get the Dark Lord."
"Lucius, looking well for a guy who was deported back to Britain for prison. How much did you donate so the charges went away? Bella, looking more and more like something attributed about Lord Byron. Mad, bad and dangerous to know."
Bellatrix giggled "Why, are you trying to flirt with me?"
"No…merely decided to give you one kind remark before I decide to brutally murder you." Bellatrix paused and narrowly dodged out of the way as a brilliant emerald green light erupted from Harry's hand towards her. She may have survived that attack, but her hair that she had fussed over emphatically in Azkaban was slightly singed. Her eyes flashed, the Black Madness taking hold fully and the pair began to duel.
From his hiding place with Dean concealing his presence, Neville's temper began to fray. "Malkav, start liquifying their brains. I'm cleaning out the trash."
Dean grinned, he extended his powers and grinned. Several Death Eaters grabbed their heads before standing ramrod straight as haunting nightmares flooded their brains. "Haunting?"
"Haunting."
"You're weirdly obsessed with them."
"Harry, runs a good Vampire Game."
Neville sighed, "Just cover my ass…" He bit back a snort as he began to send sculpt the earth. Somewhere amongst the mentally targeted Death Eaters two masks broke off revealing the Brothers Lestrange.
Azkaban shook, and began to tremble as the very foundations of the constructed out black marble and blackened peridotte and painstakingly carved runes into the former magical fortress turned prison turned stop-gap cracked. The crack was audible causing Bellatrix and Harry to split apart and the various mutants who were performing sneak attacks and brutal beat downs aka Night Crawler with the Proudstar Brothers, or just plain beat downs Colossus and Wolverine.
Everyone jumped away from one another like you got the hell out of the way of a raging Nundu; very quickly. However, Harry's scar split open and a wave of pure wave of what could only be described as either cold or evil feeling emitted from it only to resonate back.
Harry inhaled deeply and with an impeccable to the parodied scene the exorcist floated up, oozing an identically black vile ooze. "Harry Potter…what a most pleasant day."
Harry's eyes narrowed "Tom…Gotta say this was unexpected and nevertheless this is rather unpleasant. But since you're here, I suppose let's finish what we started fourteen years ago."
The snake-featured, taut and gaunt like skull hairless eyebrows rose and glowing sinister redeyes flashed with unprecedented excitement. "Little Harry Potter, come to duel? Come to duel your fate? Come to die as it is your fate?"
Flashback
Harry hit the ground with a thud accompanied by a sickening crack. "Good, but not good enough. Potter." Harry looked up to see Detective Jones, standing above him and pulling him to his feet.
"Against one of your Death Eaters, as you call them your fighting technique is adequate as British Wizards haven't yet abandoned the concept of magic solving everything."
Harry grunted "Yeah, be more economical. Watch the eyes…how am I learning this so quickly?"
"Potter family magic kid." Sirius said as he casually manhandled Neville, Colossus and Scott one after the other and managed to put the larger and bulkier boys on top of the 'First X-Man'. "The Potter family are…interesting to say the least. Everyone believes or at least believe that the Potter Magic is predominately Transfiguration, Battle Transfiguration and Runic Magic; they're not wrong. A Potter, tends to me more innately skilled in these magics but your father said the TRUE magic is something much more…obvious. Your true magic is that of Fighting Reflexes."
Harry cocked his head "Anyone who has fought a Potter, seeks to end the match as soon as possible, because the moment a Potter thinks they're about to lose they'll unleash a powerful blast of magic causing their opponents to instigate spells when used in a fight…"
"When it comes to fighting, the Potter Fighting Reflexes kick in and the worse the fight the more they kick in?"
Sirius grinned "Now you get it."
End Flashback
The training had become easier since then. Harry had quickly improved his hand to hand skills, not just because of his Paternal Legacy but also the quicker healing factor he had gotten from Wolverine, which was further enhanced by the phoenix tears in his blood.
Voldemort smirked and immediately went for one of his favourite spells, a concentrated stream of acid which Kurt would call "Melf's Acid Arrow", in a true case of dark humour.
Harry dodged it just about however a few droplets managed to eat into his tougher than regular normal X-men uniform. He hissed as the acid caused a cut on his arm. "You son of a bitch, that hurt…Now take this!"
With that Harry, pulled on the brand that had adorned his arm but now had rapidly growing set of tribal marks. The normally precise, clipped and measured attacks Harry normally emitted; whilst borderline brutal were devastatingly effective.
Except this power was darker and when Harry tapped it into, his skin began to pale and began gaunt and dark grey in places and the x-men uniform began to disintegrate and become nothing more than rags.
The power crackled across Harry's skin, hair and to those of a magical or psychic disposition could feel, sense or even in Voldemort's case see the pulses of pure, unmitigated power travelling through his body. "THAT POWER! WHERE DID YOU GET IT! GIVE IT TO ME!"
Harry grinned savagely "Reducto Inferno! Ignis Maxima Impact!" Harry flung his hands out and his mutant power screamed forth bristling and thriving with magical energy. It broke Voldemort's incantation and caught him square in the chest only for him to phase away.
"I'm not the only one with a gift…I have TWO!" Voldemort cackled and a necrotic aura erupted around him.
(X-Men)
It was ridiculously easy, as Harry and the other Mutant Magicals said it would be to fight Death Eaters. But the fact that it was this easy was something shocking. Remove the stick, problem prevented. Break the stick, problem stopped. That seemed to be the common way to deal with the problem. The Proudstar Brothers and Frenzy were using the enclosed space and cells to gang up with manhandle their opponents 2-to-1.
A few of their foes had been rather tricky, namely the LeStrange brothers; their magic was strange. The family magic as it appeared to do utterly random things. It had required Nightcrawler on more than one occasion to teleport the three of them out of trouble as at one point one of them unleashed a melting hex, that spontaneously caused the room to erupt into an orb of fire and accompanied by butterflies that discharged lightning.
Wolverine was amongst them like a cat amongst the pidgeons. Suddenly, more spellfire erupted as Aurors and mismatched group of people charged into the prison and at their head stood "Dumbledore!" A Death Eater shouted before Seamus sent him up in flames.
(Harry and Voldemort)
"Duck." Harry growled, Voldemort did so as an emerald green blast of energy soared at the Headmaster who casually battered it into a cell, over Hermione.
Voldemort in the meantime received a powerful almost spear type of energy blast right into the abdomen. It was only his ritually enhanced homunculi form and artificial regeneration that saved him from Harry's quite frankly dirty tactic.
Voldemort cackled "Nice, very nice…Now try this." With a crack, Voldemort apparated and immediately reappeared with his wand point-blank at the back of Harry's head and released a drilling hex and killing curse. Harry dodged the killing curse and managed to throw his hand into the hex, sending it with even more velocity towards Dumbledore. Harry hit the ground his left hand, resembled thumb and forth finger and the slowly regenerating stumps of his other three fingers.
"Blastwave, We've got everyone…We're bloody, beaten and slightly singed. We need to go." Shouted Sean Cassidy as he let out a scream that hurled an auror down the corridor.
"I CAN'T! JAMMER! LOCK US IN! TERRA! SEND US DOWN!" Harry roared. Jammer, or James Beckett; a third year who Harry vaguely knew by sight nodded. His powers on their own appeared to be nothing more than a nuisance, but coupled with his magical nature and the fact that he was a third generation magical on his fathers side and a first gen on his mothers and had the ability to sense distinctive magical aura's, his Jamming mutation in this scenario made him exceptionally dangerous.
Rogue watched in horror as a translucent shield materialised trapping her crush, potential boyfriend; the murderer of his parents and the Gandalf lookalike that said crush depsised were trapped in a dead lock.
"Rogue, Rogue, trust me. I'll be alright…In pain, battered, bruised with a few broken limbs but I'm gonna be alright. I'll see you soon. I love you." Harry broadcasted, unfortunately all psychically inclined personell caught the message.
Neville sighed "Sorry, Haz. You're going down…Like a merrygo round."
Harry grunted as Azkaban began to crack "Sugar we're going down swinging. Darkness my old friend, I've come again."
"We knew you would."