Uh oh, Harry's in trouble…
I do not own Harry Potter or Assassination Classroom
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Harry woke up on the ground in some sort of a cage. He was tied up with wires. He hissed as they dug into his skin.
"Ah, you're up."
Harry looked up at a man. A very familiar man with grey hair and a plain face.
This was…
"You." Harry whispered, "You were…the florist." He remembered.
The man smiled pleasantly,
"I am the assassin known as the Reaper."
"The…Reaper." Harry remembered that being mentioned before. Lovro had brought it up.
Harry's eyes widened as he remembered something else too…
"You've been tortured before…haven't you, boy?" Lovro's voice echoed through his mind, "In that case…I'll teach you something if you want. Something to get you out of sticky situations if you're ever tied up. It's not something taught very often anymore…because it's very painful and takes a lot of willpower. But I think you can pull it off."
Harry closed his eyes. He had his wand on him still. It was still attached to his arm.
He supposed it would make sense that an assassin would think it meaningless. It was just a piece of wood in the end.
Harry looked up at the Reaper once again,
"What did you do to Irena-sensei?" He demanded.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The Reaper said amusedly, "Don't worry, your teacher's safe and kicking."
This man made him uncomfortable…Harry realized something. That was because he couldn't sense any bloodlust or killing intent. This man…he acted like it was all some sort of a game…
Harry looked around, trying to observe everything. He was tied up and caged…
There didn't seem to be a door with a lock for him to pick on the cage. How had he gotten in here then?
It was dark. No natural lighting…
"Are we underground?" Harry decided to ask him.
"Yes you are." The Reaper said, apparently not concerned at him knowing where he was in the slightest.
Okay…okay, he needed to think. Calm down and think.
So that was what he did.
"You aren't going to ask anymore questions?" The Reaper raised an eyebrow.
"I'm being used as a hostage." Harry reasoned out, "Probably against Koro-sensei…"
"Wrong." The Reaper said, "You're being used as a hostage against all of the E-Class."
Hm, alright then. Don't assume things. Especially if he's going to be giving him information.
A trap, Harry thought. That meant, much like how the woods and area around E-Class were his territory, this was the Reaper's territory.
If they decided to come here, they wouldn't just be going up against the Reaper, but all of his territory too.
That was dangerous.
His eyes traveled around again, noting the cameras. He could probably take those out easily enough…
He was going to have to wait though…
"How long until you make your hostage demand?" Harry asked the Reaper.
"Hm…I'm thinking…three days?" The Reaper shrugged his shoulders.
"Will you be feeding me in those three days?" Harry asked him.
He could go three days without food easily. He was used to periods of starvation. Meditating and not doing anything helped with the pains of food and kept him at a relatively high energy. It was a trick he'd picked up from his time with the Dursleys.
"I'm not a barbarian." The Reaper paused, giving Harry a strange look, "That's all you want to know? When there'll be food? You're boring." He decided.
He then turned around and walked away. Harry looked around the place, thinking about what he had to do.
First of all, he needed to get out of here…
Lovro's voice filled his head once again,
"Joint manipulation. You can't tell anyone I'm training you in this, however. Because the pain that comes along with the training…is torturous. You'll need to learn how to dislocate every joint in your body."
The wires fell off of Harry's arms. He stood up and looked up at the cameras.
A magical pulse would take them out. Disrupt their circuits a bit.
He closed his eyes and then, the sound of shattering filled his ears. The lenses had all popped out. Harry could see tinny sparks dancing around the cameras. However, the pulse had taken out all of the lighting too.
Harry closed his eyes. He'd gotten a good look at the room, so he knew exactly where everything was.
Harry turned to face the bars, his eyes blazed green and…he vanished them.
Harry walked silently as he could through the room. There were two doors. Best not go where the reaper had gone, he decided. He sent out another pulse of magic, then wandered down the hall. He had approximately five minutes before the Reaper returned.
Now then, these traps…the set-up. Best to disrupt the electronics in the area, then…
He planned on destroying the Reaper's territory bit by bit. He needed to find Irena too.
Harry turned around when he heard the sound of footsteps. His eyes widened. There was a shadow coming towards him. He could see it. The lights not far off illuminated the tunnel enough. He knew it was a person but…he couldn't make him out at all.
This was…the skills of a professional assassin?
"I've never met someone…who could make an entire jail vanish before. How did you do it exactly? Ah~ I suppose I should have patted you down for weapons before…"
So…he hadn't patted him down for weapons before?
"And you took out the cameras too." The Reaper continued, "But you made a mistake. After all, the way you are going down is obviously the place where all the cameras are disconnected from.
Very true, Harry thought. However…this place here was a blind zone. He'd knocked out every trap that relied on electricity here. That meant it was no longer him versus the Reaper's territory. It was just him versus the Reaper…in a tunnel.
Suddenly, the Reaper was there. He grabbed Harry's throat, pushing him against the wall. Harry was choking.
Shit…now what?
It was just like…trying to kill Koro-sensei. He needed a plan…before he passed out. He needed…to use everything to his advantage.
Harry put his hand on the Reaper's arm, trying to break it, only to be shoved up against the wall again, his arm nearly breaking.
His eyes traveled down to his right arm. He couldn't use his wand!
Wait…wasn't this similar to something that had happened before? He had a flash back to Quirrell who was choking him. Hands around his throat.
He saw him burning…
He lifted his left arm weakly.
"In…Ah!" Harry couldn't speak.
Incendio…Incendio!
Fire launched towards the Reaper who was suddenly surprised by the attack. It was enough that he let go of Harry's throat.
The Reaper flames around the Reaper died. But Harry could breathe again!
What now? Harry thought.
This guy was faster than him. Running away wasn't an option. He'd catch Harry in a second! No. His best bet was to somehow surprise him again with some other attack. Slow him down. Either he needed to go in straight for the kill…or he needed to break his legs.
There was no reason to keep Harry alive any longer. He'd taken Harry and Irena as hostages. If Harry died, he could still use Irena. He was expendable. No doubt if the Reaper caught him now, he'd only kill him.
The Reaper tried to punch him in the stomach, but Harry had been prepared for that and managed to block.
His punches were harder than anyone else Harry had faced so far. He could definitely endure them like he had Takaoka, but not for nearly as long.
Harry was immediately on the defensive, making sure to protect his head and vital points as best he could.
He couldn't keep this up forever though. Sooner or later the Reaper was either going to kill him, or beat him up enough that he passed out.
A plan formed in his mind. He allowed the Reaper to knock him down on the ground. He rolled out of the way as he nearly crushed his skull with his boot.
Harry suddenly tackled him as hard as he could.
He stopped focusing on defense and only focused on offense.
It was painful. He was hit several times, barely avoiding the vitals. But then, the Reaper fell. The ground had collapsed.
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
It worked. He'd weakened the floor a bit. Just a little. Enough that he'd fall through once his weight was on the floor again.
Harry grabbed his chest. He hadn't broken any bones, thankfully. He'd been close to doing it though. Some of those strikes probably could have if he hadn't blocked or dodged them. He'd been lucky the strikes he'd taken while on the offensive hadn't done that.
Harry looked down the hole, only to be stunned when he was suddenly kicked in the face.
Shit. He'd let his guard down!
He tumbled backwards, then rolled out of the way again. He'd felt that strike in his head. He was surprised it was still attached to his shoulders.
Spells weren't fast enough to hit this guy, Harry knew this for a fact. He needed to be a little more subtle.
The Reaper laughed,
"I haven't had this sort of challenge in a long time! To think…I heard you were the student who had a hit on his head. The one who fled Britain. Well, a bit of pocket change couldn't hurt. Maybe I'll take that pretty head of yours."
Harry had a feeling he'd been planning that.
Shit.
He wasn't letting up now. He was landing punch after punch, but missing all the vitals.
He needed something…before he lost consciousness. Something…anything.
Harry's eyes widened; a crazy thought occurred to him.
What if…
He raised his hand up straight at the ceiling. A red blast struck it, causing the roof to start collapsing.
At least, if this guy died, then he couldn't hurt anyone else.
Crack!
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Harry opened his eyes and let out a cough. Dust filled the air around him. He looked around and realized with bewilderment, he was alive.
Had he…accidentally teleported? He'd done that once when he was little. He must have used accidental magic to save himself.
He looked himself over for any bruises or broken bones.
Finding none, he got to his feet.
The Reaper wasn't there, but there was a pile of rocks there blocking the way. Had he killed him? Harry was unsure.
He turned, looking down the tunnel of flickering lights.
There was only one way to go now.
He started walking. He opened some of the doors along the way, noting the cameras as he moved along. He didn't bother hiding the sound of his footsteps this time. It wasn't like the Reaper, if he was alive, didn't know exactly where he was anyways.
He still proceeded with caution though. This was the Reaper's territory, after all. Everything here was the enemy. An extension of the assassin in question.
It was his weapon and at any moment, with any step, it could kill him.
Harry jumped when a wall came down behind him. Then a wall came down in front of him.
"Shit!" He hissed.
Gas started pouring into the room. Harry covered his mouth with the bottom of his shirt, bringing it up. He stayed low as he quickly tried to come up with a solution to this situation.
So, the Reaper was still alive then. Damn.
"Bombarda!" Harry cast a spell on the wall in front of him, only to be surprised when the wall didn't move.
Okay, so…that didn't work. The walls must have been reinforced.
That left the floor and the ceiling.
From what he'd seen of the cave in, there was an upper floor, but how was he supposed to get up there if he did manage to create a safe opening to get through?
The floor then. He needed to test that out first.
Harry coughed as the smoke started to reach him. He'd blow it away…only where was he supposed to blow it away to?
Wait, hole in the floor. He could blow it down…if there was something under him. Ugh! He was starting to get dizzy!
"B-bombarda!" Harry gasped out.
The floor was blown, but it didn't go all the way through.
"S-shit." Harry muttered. He needed to stay conscious.
Was it a paralyzing gas? Was it poison? He couldn't tell. Although he was definitely starting to feel loopy.
He tested out his hands, arms, legs. He could still move alright, he realized after a moment. Why was that? What was the gas supposed to do exactly? Kill him slowly?
But, as time passed on, Harry found that he was starting to grow less loopy. His mind was clearing of the fog the gas was creating.
The gas stopped pouring in and the walls started to lift. Harry did the only thing he could think of. He fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.
He didn't even breathe.
He needed to wait. Wait until he was at a point-blank range.
He was just about to crouch down. Harry could sense it. His eyes opened and "Crack!"
The Reaper let out a howl of pain and Harry rolled out of the way as a knife came down where he'd just been laying.
Harry grabbed it in one swift movement from off the floor. He had a weapon now aside from his wand. It might come in handy.
He'd broken both of his legs. Good. He wouldn't be able to catch him now. He stepped backwards, eyes still on him. He kept his knife steady in front of him just in case.
"Fucking brat!" The Reaper shouted, "Why can't you just die!?"
Harry gripped the knife,
"Not until I've killed that man." Harry said seriously, "Not…not until I go back home…and dismantle Voldemort and his organization completely!"
"Chung!"
Harry felt something prick his back. Something sharp. Harry stumbled a bit and turned, only to see Irena there.
"I-Irena…sensei?"
He felt drowsy. He shook himself and quickly unstuck the dart he'd been shot with from his back. He stumbled back against the wall.
No. He was not falling asleep now.
"Hm…you have an immunity, or partial immunity to poisons." Irena observed.
"W-why?" Harry shook himself, "I…don't understand."
"My eyes have been opened." Irena said, "It's simple really. For six months now, I've been asleep. You and those other children, all basking in the light…while people like me and the reaper breathe in a mist of blood."
Harry stumbled a bit. He didn't understand.
"I…may not know the details of your past…Irena-sensei." Harry said quietly, "But…I do know…that you helped me a lot. That you gave me hope…Because your past was bloody…and my past…people around me always die. My mum, my dad…all because of me. I know the path I'm walking will only get bloodier. But you…were able to smile." Harry swallowed hard, "I thought…maybe that meant that I could smile too someday. Like you."
Irena paused, eyes widening slightly. Was he getting through to her at all?
"I had to raise myself." Harry continued, "I had no one. I was so lonely. My relatives took me in…and beat me up over and over. They starved me. They left me outside at night during the winter. They did all sorts of things to me and it hurt. A lot." Harry shook a bit as he confessed to all this, "People wanted me dead and I didn't understand why. Year after year, again and again, I was forced to fight for my right to exist. The only reason that kept me going…was because I believed that maybe someday, it would get better. Then I realized, maybe that wasn't going to happen after all."
Harry looked down at his feet. He could feel the numbness in his body fading.
"Then…you smiled. And that smile made me hopeful that even though my own path was bloody…that maybe I could do the same. I don't…want to see you all cold like that…Like how I saw you when you stormed out of the school…that's why I chased after you. Because that scared me." He looked back up at her, "I liked the Irena-sensei that could act cheerful and goofy and still be so strong. I don't know what happened at school before, but…I don't want that Irena-sensei to leave."
"Harry-kun…" Irena said softly.
Shoop!
Harry looked down at his chest. A bit of blood spurted out of a small incision on his chest.
"How do you like that, Potter Harry-kun?" The Reaper spoke, "It's the Reaper's hidden scythe. Just a point ten caliber."
It had been shot out of his finger tip, Harry realized.
Even his body was a weapon, and he hadn't realized…
"It's minute bullets pass through muscle and bone to tear a hole in the aorta. The aorta's own bloodstream pressure widens that hole."
Blood started to spurt out.
"Harry-kun!" Irena shouted with panic.
He remembered a spell one that healed deep wounds he just needed to…
"Vulnera Sempra!"
The blood stopped. Only a bead of it remained, quickly being absorbed by his school blazer.
It worked…it had worked.
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"How?" The Reaper demanded, "How is that possible!?"
Pshoop!
The Reaper looked down at his chest to see he'd been hit by a dart. One that Irena had fired.
The Reaper fell over, unconscious.
Harry let out a sigh of relief. He looked over at Irena,
"Does that mean…we can go back to the school? We…we made you a birthday cake…it might be a little late now though…"
"It might be." Irena agreed. She looked over at Harry, "And now you owe me an explanation. How did you heal your own heart? That…isn't possible."
Harry nodded,
"Well…I was hoping to keep it a secret…You can't tell anyone since…it's kind of my trump card."
Irena raised an eyebrow, but nodded,
"I'll stay quiet. Spill."
Coming from the woman who had teamed up with the guy trying to kill him…Yet, he still trusted her.
"Well…I'm a wizard."
"Huh?" Irena's face went blank.
"I can use magic." Harry explained, "My mum was a witch, and my father was a wizard. I inherited their powers."
There was a long silence then,
"EH!?" Irena shouted loudly, "Y-y-you're a wizard? Like…like you can teleport and control fire and make birds appear and stuff?"
"Yes." Harry said, laughing a little at her reaction.
"B-b-but…that's amazing!" Irena said with awe, "Does that mean…all those things you've been doing…I've been trying to figure out how you've been doing them. With the snakes and the other things…"
"Yeah." Harry said, "There are some wizards who have unique gifts from bloodlines and stuff. I have the ability to talk to snakes. I'm a parslemouth, that's what it's called, a person capable of talking to snakes."
"Eh…What do snakes say?" Irena asked him curiously.
Harry shrugged,
"Mostly…I'm hungry, do you have a mouse?"
Irena snorted,
"Not the most useful talent then."
"You'd be surprised." Harry said, "Ever since this whole thing began and E-Class became the assassination classroom, I've been using the snakes as spies. I've also used them to inject Koro-sensei with my own concoction of magical poison."
"That's why he reacted to those poisons the way he did." Irena realized, "Because…"
"It's magic." Harry finished for her.
Irena gained a contemplative look on her face.
"We should team up."
"Eh?" Harry wondered.
"Think about it." Irena said, "We're both good at planning. I've been a pro for longer, but we're still both experienced. Maybe the most experienced in E-Class."
"Maybe…" Harry trailed off, a thoughtful look on his face, "Alright." He decided, "Partners?"
"Partners." Irena agreed.
They grasped hands. It was a deal.