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Walking through the flames Harry entered the final chamber, lined with pillars the room centered on the Mirror of Erised and in front of the mirror stood Quirrell examining it for any clue to the stone.
"I'm not falling for it!" Harry yelled, walking forward "I already know you've got eyes in the back of your head!"
"I notice you don't seem surprised to see me" said Quirrell, turning to face the young ninja his stutter notably absent.
"And I notice you've stopped that ridiculous stutter" he taunted, shifting into a fighting stance watching for even the slightest twitch from the defense professor.
"Don't tell me you believe you can best me with your pitiful muggle dueling."
"Worked last time, in fact didn't I break your wand?"
"An act I intend to pay you back for tenfold" Quirrell snarled, drawing a new wand.
"Let me speak to him" a voice whispered apparently from the back of Quirrell's head.
"But master-" Quirrell began uncertainly. "-you aren't strong enough…"
"I have enough…for this" As Quirrell began to unwrap his turban, Harry drew his tantō ready to strike should he make a hostile move. Finally once the turban was undone Quirrell turned around, revealing a chalk white face with glowing red eyes, engorged veins pumping mutagen connected him to the back of Quirrell's head.
"Harry Potter" the face whispered, the ninja could only assume it was an attempt to intimidate him but frankly he'd seen much scarier with Shredder being at the top of his list.
"Wow talk about being two faced" Harry quipped, getting a look of irritation from his enemies. "I'm guessing you're Voldemort."
"Ah so you remember me."
"Don't flatter yourself and stop with the whispering it's not scary just cheesy" he taunted, further angering the wizard. "I mean you don't even have your own body. You're nothing but a parasite."
"I'm only in this state because of you" Voldemort snarled. "Condemned to exist as nothing more than a mere shadow and vapor possessing form only through the body of another…"
"And you had Quirrell drink unicorn blood resulting in you being merged with the back of his head blah, blah, blah" Harry interrupted. Geeze what's with all the monologuing? I mean I thought Storkmen was bad but this guy is just ridiculous.
"You will pay for your insolence boy! Quirrell kill him!" Following his master's orders Quirrell turned around firing a curse only to find that Harry had disappeared. He didn't have to search for long as the boy quickly reappeared planting his foot into the dark wizard's face.
As Quirrell stumbled back Harry pressed his assault landing a few quick jabs to the gut, before knocking him on his back with an uppercut.
"Is that it? I expected more considering how much you were building yourself up" Harry taunted, approaching Quirrell's downed form he was surprised to find his body was nothing more than a lump of flesh. It's like he shed his skin Harry was soon brought out of his thoughts as a barrage of spell fire approached him from the shadows of the pillars.
"You aren't the only one who can use the shadows boy!" the dark wizard laughed, as Harry was forced on the defensive dodging around the curses, but then suddenly the ninja vanished without a sound.
"True but I'm not such a blabber mouth" Harry whispered from behind him, only the timely warning from his master allowed Quirrell to put up the shield charm in time to stop the ninja's blade. But neither of them expected Harry's fist to ignite into flames, the force of his fire punch knocked the dark wizard back his shield barely held up against the attack.
"I must admit you surprised me with that."
"Yeah I'm just full of tricks Quirrelmort" the young ninja smirked, taking a page from Mikey's book and naming a mutant.
"Cute boy but the time for games is over! Avada Kedavra!" the light of the killing curse fired from the newly named Quirrelmort's wand, which Harry was quick to dodge using a series of acrobatics countering with spray of shuriken. The throwing stars digging into his arm forced the dark wizard to abandon his attack and switch to the defense as Harry was soon all over him, his flaming fists pounding against Quirrelmort's shield charm.
"Kill him!" Voldemort raged, prompting the mutagen in their system to pump harder. Quirrell then abandoned his shield stumbling out of the way of Harry's fist and countering with a powerful banishing charm sending the poor boy flying into a pillar. Stunned by the impact Harry didn't have time to avoid the next killing curse, Quirrelmort's sadistic smirk soon vanished into a look of shock as his curse faded out of existence.
"What is this master?" But Voldemort had no idea what could possibly protect against a killing curse, then his mind flashed back to their short battle in the Forbidden Forest his fire summoning charm hadn't faded out.
"Use conjuration that's the boy's weakness" heeding his master's advice Quirrell conjured a barrage of arrows, that Harry promptly cut through with his tantō but the fact remained the conjured weapons didn't fade out.
Looks like he's figured me out Harry grimaced; after telling Donnie about his last battle with the dark wizard they'd realized conjuration was immune to the anti-magic field of his necklace as regardless of its source fire was still fire.
The battle raged on as Quirrelmort used conjuration to keep Harry at bay forcing him to rely on his ability to teleport inside Hogwarts to close the distance; the strain on his magic was tiring the young ninja and unbeknownst to him the crack in his necklace was growing as it struggled to keep Harry's magic in check.
As Harry's punch collided with Quirrel's jaw the flames around his fist died out, as the mutated dark wizard recovered he could see that Harry had finally reached his limit. A sadistic smirk spread across his face as he cast another banishing charm slamming Harry into a pillar dropping his tantō in the process. Conjuring a rope Quirrelmort bound the boy and enjoyed the sound of Harry's screams as arrows dug into his limbs.
"Where's your cheek now boy?" Voldemort sneered, as he watched through Quirrell's eyes the torture of his hated enemy. "You have tainted magic with muggle filth, such a pathetic wizard deserves nothing short of this slow death. So die Potter knowing that Lord Voldemort shall live again."
As blood seeped from his wounds Harry's vision began to darken his mind flashing back to all the fun times he'd had with friends and family. From Master Splinter's teachings to Michelangelo's abuse of the smoke bombs. That's it! Sliding a smoke bomb out from his sleeve he slammed the bomb onto the floor blinding Quirrelmort and allowing him to make his escape to the shadow of the pillars.
"So you still have tricks Potter" Quirrelmort hissed, casting a lumos charm he followed Harry into the shadows intending to finish the boy. Keeping clear of the dark wizard for now Harry knew that with the amount of blood he's lost it wouldn't be long before he finally passed out. Deciding to risk it he drew on the last remains of his magic banishing Quirrelmort out of the pillars and into the Mirror of Erised, the glass shards tore into his skin as the mirror shattered into pieces.
Stepping out into the open Harry sighed in relief thinking that the battle was over, sadly this proved not to be the case as Quirrelmort climbed to his feet blood pouring from his wounds.
"Man Quirrelmort you are hard to put down" Harry smirked, but his darkening vision made it clear he was running out of options. This guy's no Shredder put I have to admit I really wish the guys were here. Pointing his wand at the defiant ninja Quirrelmort lashed a whip of fire at the boy, tearing into his back as Harry attempted to roll under the attack. Seeing that Harry was on his last legs the dark wizard continued his attack the blood loss making it impossible for the ninja to effectively dodge the whip. As the fire whip tore across his chest Harry's necklace finally snapped in half, releasing his chaotic magic in concussive blast send the dark wizard flying.
Neither Voldemort nor Quirrell knew what to make of the magic pouring out of Harry in waves, breaking down the surrounding pillars, the very magic that held them up was pouring into the boy's body. Shockingly as the magic was absorbed into Harry the wounds he suffered also closed up as the magic healed his battered body including his famous scar.
"What is this Master?"
"Kill him Quirrell!" forgetting the conjuration weakness Quirrell fired off another killing curse but instead of fading away the dark curse actually was broken apart and absorbed by Harry, as his body continued to change.
As his core finally completed its mutation Harry's mind was elsewhere, lost to the outside world he could almost make out voices calling out to him, from the farthest reaches of him memory. On some level he seemed to recognize them as the voices of James and Lily Potter.
"We love you Harry, just hold on" Lily spoke.
"Come on Harry, don't let that snake beat you" James encouraged.
"You have people waiting for you" They said together. Memories rushed through Harry's mind, memories of a time long forgotten. He could see his mother Lily rocking him through the night, his Dad James reading to him and playing with stuffed snitch, the three of them sitting comfortably on the couch just enjoying being together. His mind then flashed to his time growing up with Master Splinter and the turtles and just as he saw in the Mirror of Erised James and Lily Potter were watching over him and not just him but the rest of his family.
"You can't leave them Harry. Win this Harry we love you"
"I love you too, thank you for protecting me." As Harry's mind returned to the surface his body released a blinding light as he prepared to face down Quirrelmort. As the dark wizard's vision returned he took in the sight of the boy-who-lived standing before him, his magic pouring out him in wisps of steam. Markings spread across his body, tracing the veins beneath his skin pulsating a golden light as energy flowed through Harry's body.
Focusing his magic into his right arm a lighting like aura began to build around his arm, the distinct sound of chirping echoed through the chamber. Quirrelmort could only stare as the magic flowed from their spilt blood and castle walls was absorbed into the aura around Harry's arm.
"Stop staring you fool and kill him!" Voldemort ordered, prompting Quirrell to fire off another killing curse. As Harry dodged the attack, dropping a smoke bomb the young ninja disappeared. Frustrated Quirrelmort fired off random curses hoping to hit or at least find the boy. As Harry watched from the shadows he could feel that despite his wounds healing he'd already lost too much blood he needed to finish this fight now.
A hail of shuriken rained down upon the mutated dark wizard, as the throwing stars tore into his flesh Quirrelmort put up a shield charm to deflect the remaining projectiles. With most of the pillars now gone the dark wizard realized the only place left for Harry to hide was behind the remains of the broken mirror. Destroying it with a blasting curse he was surprised to find no sign of the boy, a glint of light out of the corner of his eye saw Quirrelmort putting up a shield charm in time to deflect Harry's tantō knocking the blade aside but there was no sign of the weapon's owner.
With Quirrelmort distracted Harry charged in from behind the lighting around his hand carved into the ground like a blade through butter. As he expected Voldemort spotted him making his approach and warned Quirrell to put up another shield charm but Harry didn't slow his approach, the magic flowing through his body giving him the strength he needed to force himself to move just that must faster. Once his attack hit Quirrelmort's shield charm it became a battle of wills to determine who would walk away, Harry poured all the remaining power he had into his attack slicing clean through the shield and continued pushing towards his target. As his attack zeroed in Harry couldn't help but think of something Master Splinter once told him.
"The first rule of the Ninja is to do no harm. Unless you mean to do harm, then do LOTS of harm" and Harry had a feeling this was going to hurt.
"Booyakasha!" as Harry's attack pierced through Quirrelmort's chest the markings on his body spread out from his arm onto the dark wizard. Voldemort couldn't explain it but as the markings spread out from Harry he could feel the links of magic between himself and Quirrell shatter one by one like a virus was breaking down and destroying his magic. Lest he be destroyed Voldemort had no choice but to abandon his minion to his fate as he fled his body just before the last of the magic maintaining his wraith like form was destroyed.
Removing his arm from Quirrell's body Harry took a sigh of relief as the markings faded from his body, retrieving his weapon he turned just in time to see the arrival of Dumbledore into the chamber. "We need to talk" he said to the old man before the strain of the battle finally caused him to pass out.
Three days later Harry awoke in the hospital wing to the face of Albus Dumbledore.
"Hello Harry" the old man greeted. "You said we needed to talk."
"Yeah, how long was I out?" he asked curiously as he could see that the sun had already come out.
"Three days" Dumbledore answered, smiling at the shocked expression on Harry's face. "Though you did give us all a scare, your heart had stopped for a whole three minutes before Ms. Granger performed what she called CPR on you after the reviving spell failed to help you. I believe Poppy had her spend a good few minutes explaining what exactly what it was she did."
"Speaking of my friends are they alright?"
"Yes Mr. Weasley was the only one besides yourself that was injured, he was released yesterday. He, Mr. Longbottom, and Ms. Granger have been in here every day to check on you and have been relaying information to your family through your phone. I'm assuming your brother Donatello fashioned it for you."
"You don't seem surprised."
"Well he is a rather brilliant young turtle."
"So what happened to the stone? I know Quirrelmort couldn't find it." Dumbledore chuckled at the nickname before sobering as he reported that the stone was destroyed when Harry blasted Quirrelmort into the Mirror of Erised. "Sorry about your friend."
"That's alright Harry. Nicolas and I had agreed that it was time for the stone to be destroyed. He and his wife have enough elixir stored to put their affairs in order. However I can't help but feel you've yet to ask your real question."
"You set me up" Harry accused. "You wanted me to fight Voldemort."
"That's a serious accusation Harry" said the old man, the twinkle noticeably absent from his eyes. "Care to explain your reasoning?"
"The defenses around the stone were all tailor made for me and my friends. Devil's Snare (Neville), the flying keys would've been for me if I had done it, giant chess (Ron), logic puzzle (Hermione), the only exception was the troll room and I would've been able to fight it anyway. Then there's Mirror of Erised as the final defense strange that it'd be there after you led me there earlier this year. And of course your timely arrival despite supposedly being in London for a meeting."
"It appears I've underestimated you Harry."
"So it begs the question why? Why go through all the trouble to track me to New York and convince me to come to Hogwarts?"
"I admit to knowing Voldemort was alive; the best weapon against him is you Harry Potter I had hoped that coming to Hogwarts would instill a sense of loyalty to Magical Europe."
"Guess I disappointed you" Harry smirked, hoping he successfully hid how tired he still was. "And considering you can't track me guess once I leave here you'll have to find a new weapon."
"Yes despite the destruction of your necklace I'm still unable to track you but are you sure you want to leave your friends all alone Harry?" The smirk fell off Harry's face as the headmaster's words sank in. "If you don't return to Hogwarts Harry I can't be held responsible for what happens to them."
"And what's to stop me from destroying your magical core like I did Qurrelmort?" Harry growled.
"Yes truly a fearsome power but I watched your battle are you sure you'll be fast enough to hit me in your condition Harry? Of course even if you did succeed I'm a wizard of considerable years and influence, they wouldn't escape me for long." With nothing else to be said Dumbledore left knowing that he'd won Harry Potter would have no choice but to return next year. Forgive me Harry but there's no other way.
Once Dumbledore left Harry turned his attention to the corner of the room "You can come out now." Hermione, Neville, and Ron revealed themselves; using Harry's invisibility cloak to hide from Madam Pomfrey they had stumbled across the intense meeting between Harry and the headmaster.
"I can't believe Dumbledore would do something like this" said Hermione, despite seeing it with her own eyes she truly wanted to believe this was a terrible misunderstanding. Ron and Neville having grown up hearing how great a man the headmaster was were in the same boat but soon they had no choice but to accept the truth, they were being used a leverage against Harry.
"Do you think you could beat Dumbledore Harry?" asked Neville, his anger barely restrained.
"On my own I don't think so. The old man saw how this new power of mine works he'd be sure to take me out before I could get close." What Harry wasn't saying was that Dumbledore also had the home field advantage, Hogwarts is his domain and the only way he'd have any chance of defeating the headmaster was if he could lure him to New York. But Dumbledore wouldn't be dumb enough to try and fight Harry and the turtles at the same time, the headmaster would be steering clear of NYC.
Hermione had suggested reporting Dumbledore's manipulations but Harry shot her down reminding her that the old wizard had considerable influence in the wizarding government, something Neville had no choice but to admit that not even his grandmother had enough influence to counter him. Ron also pointed out that a lot of parents including his own were taught or influenced by Dumbledore during his time at Hogwarts; even if Neville's grandmother believed them the Weasley parents never would. For now they'd have no choice but to play the old man's game but Dumbledore made four dangerous enemies today.
Later that night Harry called and reported everything to his family. Mikey was of course upset that Harry had named an enemy and made him promise not to do it again but he did come up with a name for his new power. Blood Vein, Harry had to admit the name was pretty cool.
Master Splinter agreed with Harry's assessment that Dumbledore was simply too powerful to try and face him head on for now. Though suspected that Prof. McGonagall wasn't aware of the headmaster's manipulations citing how she was the only one to give Harry clear unbiased information about his parents and if Ron, Neville, and Hermione had simply listened to her they wouldn't of been down there with Harry no longer making them viable hostages as their relationship would've still been strained.
The following afternoon Ron, Hermione, and Neville were on their way to visit Harry carrying up a plate of dinner for him. As they opened the door to the hospital wing they could make out their friend speaking on his T-phone.
"So you think this is it? Alright I'm on my way" Harry said urgently, he was so focused on his conversation with Donnie that he didn't notice his friends enter the room and teleported away to New York leaving them stunned.
"He can apparate inside Hogwarts that's supposed to be impossible" Hermione gasped.
"At this point I'm used to things about Harry not making sense" said Ron.
"Guys he sounded like he was in trouble" said Neville, a determined look in his eyes. "Harry might need help"
"But we don't know where he…." Hermione stopped short as they realized there was only one place Harry would've gone. "Come on we need to see Prof. McGonagall!" she cried rushing out of the room, Ron and Neville not far behind.
"But Harry said his father wasn't entirely sure about her" Ron reminded her.
"Maybe not but Harry's in trouble and she's the only one that he's talked to about his trips out of the castle" said Neville, reminding Ron about when they saw Harry disappear into her office after his fight with Shredder. As they approached McGonagall's office one thought ran through all their minds. Harry was in trouble and they were going to help him, even if they had to take on McGonagall to do it.
Alright Harry's mutation is finally complete. He can now act as a sort of conduit for magic though there is a limit to how much he can absorb.
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