He could hear a lift clattering ahead; he sprinted up the passageway, swung around the corner and slammed his fist onto the button to call a second lift.

It jangled and banged lower and lower; the grilles slid open and Harry dashed inside, now hammering the button marked 'Atrium'. The doors slid open and he was rising…

And he was calm. There was an almost loving presence filling his body, Harry's eyes fluttering shut as he felt a warm sense of family he'd only felt when with Sirius. The warmth was washing away all traces of anger towards Bellatrix… towards Sirius… and made him want nothing more than to head back downstairs and hug Lupin, the only member of his family he had left.

Harry almost did it too, he almost let Bellatrix go, up until he heard the Dark Witch's cackle echoing down the lift and making the hair on the back of his neck rise up.

She killed him… She killed Sirius…

He wasn't going to let her go, he was going to kill her back.

The sense of family that was centred in his chest seemed to let out a sigh, regret flooding it for a moment before Harry was gasping as a second wind hit him, energy and magic zipping through his body like he was fit to burst at the seams.

Flicking his wand silently as the lift came to a stop, Harry forced the grille open with a bang, launching himself out before the doors had even fully opened. Looking about, Harry saw Bellatrix sliding into the telephone lift, rolling over to smirk at him and wave her hand mockingly.

"Accio Bellatrix"

Even as the words left his mouth, Harry watched as Bellatrix's smug expression transformed into horror as his magic tore her from the telephone-lift and dragged her across the floor. Throwing himself to the side as a familiar acid-green curse flew from the end of Bellatrix's wand, Harry landed behind the fountain, continuing to roll so that he could jump to his feet and send a curse back at the Dark Witch… who was no longer there as his blue spell splashed harmlessly against the tiled floor.

Feeling his entire body tensing as Bellatrix's laugh once more filled the air, Harry looked around suspiciously, a spell waiting on his tongue for just a glimpse of the black-haired witch. Just a glimpse would do, the spell that Umbridge had so 'helpfully' taught him earlier that year would need only a glimpse of Bellatrix to work.

"AVADA-" Bellatrix began as she stepped out from behind a pillar, "BOMBARDA MAXIMA!" Harry screamed before she could finish the spell, the second word of the spell becoming a piercing shriek of pain as his spell hit the pillar beside him and launched her through the air with the force of the explosion. Automatically sending the same spell after her, Harry barely had time to dodge as Bellatrix reflected his own spell back at him, the witch using his distraction to pull herself onto her feet.

His wand snapping up, Harry glared down it at Bellatrix, the woman looking like she was enjoying the duel even as she favoured her left side. The two of them standing opposite one another, resembling the old 'Mexican Stand-offs' he'd seen on TV, neither of them seemed willing to make the first move.

The sound of the lift clanging as it reached the Atrium was all they needed, a single flash of green and a single flash of blue reaching the darkest parts of the Atrium as their spells flew past the other and struck their targets in the chest.

Hitting the ground, Harry bit back the urge to vomit as he gasped for breath, the Killing Curse somehow making him feel like he just wanted to curl up and sleep for a year or two. Fighting his drooping eyes, Harry looked up at Bellatrix, the Dark Witch blinking at him in shock as her mouth opened and closed silently. Almost as if it had been waiting for him to look, her body hit the ground, falling in two different directions as his slashing curse separated her torso from her legs.

"Oh, Harry," Dumbledore's voice murmured through the dual pride and disgust the black-haired boy felt at realising he'd gotten revenge for Sirius.

Looking over at the ancient wizard as he forced himself to his feet, Harry looked up and froze, his eyes locking onto the person standing not that far beyond Dumbledore. "Sir!" he blurted, making Dumbledore smile sadly at him, the ever-present twinkle gone from his eye as he shook his head sadly.

"I know, my boy," the Headmaster assured him, "Tom has always loved a dramatic entrance".

Before he'd even finished that sentence Dumbledore was whirling around, his wand cutting through the air to turn the ball of fire Voldemort had summoned into a swarm of butterflies that fluttered past him harmlessly.

Moving forward to help, Harry yelped as a ripple from Dumbledore's wand lifted him off his feet and threw him down the Atrium, sliding him into a corner away from the battlefield. What? He could help! Maybe he wasn't as powerful as either Dumbledore or Voldemort, but he'd already done it twice, and there was no way the Dark Lord could fight them both.

Before Harry could stand up however, the feeling of family was back, wordlessly urging him to remain where he was. Soon, it seemed to say, Soon. And this time Harry listened, letting himself sink back into the feelings it carried with it. It was strange, he didn't know who or what the presence was, yet for some reason he found himself trusting it inexplicitly. Was it mad… that as the presence cooed and caressed, that all he felt was 'Mum'?

Slowly making his way to his feet, Harry turned to watch the fireplaces across the Atrium from him, the presence's urging making sense suddenly as they burst into life. As Minister Fudge was the first to step out of the flames, Harry saw from the corner of his eye, Voldemort turning to cast a Killing Curse at the Minister of Magic. Moving before either Harry or Voldemort could react, Dumbledore had spun about to stab his wand at the Minister's feet, causing the tiled floor to explode up to form a wall to take the curse.

And then Voldemort moved.

A sickly-yellow looking blade of energy flew from Voldemort's wand slicing straight through Dumbledore's wand arm, dropping the old man to his knees with an almost silent cry of pain.

Go

As Voldemort raised his wand, sparks erupting from the tip, Harry moved. Lightning erupting from the Dark Lord's wand, he dove in front of Dumbledore, hands raising to the lighting bolt.

And then he caught it.

Staring at the lightning bolt held taunt between his hands, Harry blinked slowly as he felt everything slowing down. Behind him he could hear Dumbledore's laboured breathing, over by the fireplaces he could hear the Minister's shocked "Dear Merlin, it's him!", and across the Atrium he could hear Voldemort's shocked intake of breath.

Looking up at the slightly fearful Voldemort, Harry knew without prompting that his eyes had turned charcoal-black. The presence moved as Harry's eyes narrowed, feeling his mouth moving without his permission to let out a tutting sound as his head shook slowly. "Now, now, Tom," the presence said in his voice, "That wasn't very nice".

Twisting on the spot, Harry hurled the lightning bolt back at the Dark Lord, moving of his own free will with the presence whispering instructions in the back of his head. Using his momentum, Harry pulled his hand back and thrust it through the air, releasing a pulse of near-invisible energy that struck Voldemort in the chest as he deflected his own lightning bolt to the side. Still moving, Harry's other hand drew back, a swirling mass of the same nearly invisible energy forming in his palm before he lashed out.

As the Dark Lord whirl-winded away in a plume of black smoke, Harry turned, barely throwing his hands up for in time for the same yellow curse that downed Dumbledore to be deflected off his forearm with a ripple of power. Staring at his forearm in shock, Harry looked between it and Voldemort in confusion, quickly raising it again as the Dark Lord threw another curse at him, watching as it harmlessly bounced off the small ripple that covered his arm.

Flinching back as another curse flew at him, Harry moved on instinct, blocking and deflecting each spell Voldemort threw at him with his rippling hands and forearms. Finally Harry managed to reflect a spell back at Voldemort, causing the Fountain of Magical Brethren to explode into eerie green flames when the Dark Lord dodged it.

"My turn," the presence said through him, as he conjured another ball of power, pulling his arm back and throwing it at Voldemort. Not giving Voldemort the time to react, Harry lobbed a second ball, followed by a third and then a fourth at the Dark Wizard.

The presence surged up inside him for a moment, directing Harry's hands to rise and clap together suddenly. "Goodbye, Tom," the presence said, before tearing his hands apart and causing the air behind Voldemort to shimmer and crackle, a tearing sound filling the air as the space tore to reveal a fiery hell-like landscape. "No amount of horcruxes can save you now," it added as Harry drew his arms back and fired the strongest ball of force he'd managed that night at the Dark Lord, shattering Voldemort's quickly conjured shield and blasting the snake-man into the portal which closed behind him automatically.

Breathing heavily as his hands dropped to his sides and he fell to his knees, Harry slowly turned his head to stare at Dumbledore, the old wizard staring at Harry with a strange mixture of recognition, sorrow, and understanding. Still feeling the presence within him, Harry hesitantly raised his hand and gestured in Dumbledore's direction, letting out a stuttered gasp as power surged through him and the Headmaster let out a whimper of pain, his hand regrowing from the stump.

Don't get used to this power, my son, your brother needed to be removed.

"Harry," Dumbledore rasped out slowly.

"AURORS! ARREST THEM!" Fudge's voice rang out, making Harry's head snap around to stare at the terrified looking wizard.

"Aurors!" a familiar voice interrupted, "Escort the ex-Minister to a holding cell, pending investigation of corruption". Harry watched in shock as Madame Bones pushed to the front of the crowd, "As we all saw tonight, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was clearly back from the dead, despite the Minister's claims otherwise. An investigation must be made into whether Cornelius was aware of this and was working for the Dark Lord, or whether he was merely being pig-headed".

"Harry," Dumbledore whispered again, the old man having stood up slowly. "Go, trust in your mother, she will lead you right".

Smart man… he's used my gift well.

Before Harry could question either the Headmaster or the presence… his 'mother'… power was surging up around Harry and a shimmer engulfed him. After a split second of being totally cut off from his senses, nothing but a never ending blackness surrounding him, his senses came rushing back to reveal him kneeling in the middle of a brightly lit forest in front of a stream.

"I, Hecate; Goddess of Magic, claim thee, Harry James Potter, as my son and Heir," the presence in his chest announced, sounding through his mind and somehow through the air around him.

You have a powerful gift, my son, use it well.


Power


So this is just a small response to DZ2's prompt on his challenge forum, I'm not sure where it's going exactly, and all I know is that I've watched 'The Covenant' recently so if you recognise Harry's powers then yup... he's basically a Warlock.

I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.