Chapter 31
Note: To my loyal readers welcome to this theatre of battle. I would like to dedicate this to some of the people who are desperately waiting to see what's going to happen. Warning this chapter will contain intense violence, so I advise you all to take precautions when reading. Part 1 has begun!
As Fudge was listing out the charges Delores was looking at the Potter boy with a sickly sweet smile. She had been waiting for the day she would teach the insolent brat his place. The trouble he caused her, and the ministry were so abundant. His interview with the international press had caused an uproar the citizens were furious and demanding to know what the ministry was doing. The atrium was full of angry people who quickly went into a riot, the Law Enforcement personnel and Auror officers had to repel them, and the result was that over 15 people being arrested. What was worse was that the Daily Prophet was in a total frenzy as they were questioning why she was given such a high-ranking position and why she was allowed to make decisions of Ancient and Noble Houses. The ministry workers were giving her murderous and disgusted glares. This was not how things were supposed to go in her opinion it was her that was supposed to look down on everyone, not the other way around.
She thought that her position was secure with Cornelius being the minister of magic and her being his right hand. But she was wrong as he too had been hounded by the media and had been shown in a very bad light. Delores had asked him to arrest the reporter, but he couldn't as the man was not native to Great Britain or Ireland. That had thrown a wand into her plans as she had conspired with Lord Morrison to put him in a bad light. However, the brat had one up her and went to the international press. The past few days had been less than unsavory for the ministry as people from other countries were questioning how the British government was being run.
The next problem was that the ICW had called an emergency meeting and not five minutes into the session the entire room was in an uproar. Most of the people were shouting indecorously insults to them and threatened to cease trade with them.
When Cornelius finished listing what the trial was about he looked at the boy in question "Mr. Potter please have a seat and we will begin." Harry took the seat with his lawyer standing to his right and the two representatives behind him. As soon as he sat down chains emerged and wrapped around his wrist.
"Why is my client in chains?" his lawyer yelled. She glared at the minister with her cold eyes.
"Be in your bonnet Mrs. Schwarber" Delores said "this boy is to be tried as such we have the right to make sure that he doesn't attempt to escape" she gleamed.
The woman stared at the toad. Oh, she knew who the woman was and disliked her.
"That may be" she replied "however Mr. Potter is not a criminal. And only criminals are supposed to be sat in enchanted chairs. This is the first faux the wizengamot created in the five minutes of this session. Now remove the chains at once!"
Madam Bones spoke "Aurors release Mr. Potter and bring in a different chair" she ordered before Umbridge could say anything.
While the Aurors came out of the shadows; one removed the chains while the other conjured another chair and a table for the lawyer. All the while Delores was shooting daggers at Amelia, who just ignored her.
Cornelius picked up what has left out "the first charge against Mr. Potter is him being a Parseltongue. Do you deny being a Parseltongue?"
"No, I do not! I am indeed a Parseltongue!" Harry said.
Chatter could be heard in the stands and Umbridge looked with glee and looked sickly sweet at him.
"You are aware, that you are supposed to register the ability?" he continued to question.
"I am!"
"Fully aware that it is frowned upon here, in Magical Britain."
Schwarber cut in "I can end this little dispute now" her voice rang out. "Though the language is frowned on here; it is not illegal. I have checked the Laws of the Wizengamot and the ICW, the people who speak Parseltongue are required to register their names and the language itself is considered sacred to the people in Magical India."
Many of the occupants were now squirming in their seats this was bad.
One of the secretaries handed Fudge the list of people who were registered as parseltongue. "I have here the list of people who are registered as parseltongue and Mr. Potter is not on the list."
Delores spoke up looking hyped on sugar "that proves that Mr. Potter is a lying attention seek brat and I suggest we convict him now and be on our way" she put the motion on the floor.
"Hold it Umbitch," Harry said getting up from his seat. "Need I remind this body that if a person is a Parseltongue then they have to register either with their native land or the ICW. It would appear that your position with the minister's office has swallowed up what little common sense you have. Not that you had any to begin with, considering that you look like an ugly bitchass toad with that can easily be replaced."
Umbridge was gaping like a fish and seeing red. Many of the members of the body were snickering at the way he described her. "How dare you insult a high-ranking ministry worker I will have you dead before morning."
"Oh, I'm sorry I was insulting you, merely describing you." riling her up was amusing. He then turned to Madam Bones "Lady Regent Bones is it against the law to describe how someone looks in the ministry?"
Amelia thinned her lips as they desperately threatened to warp into a smile "no it is not illegal heir Potter" she confirmed.
"Really" his eyes were twinkling "then I like to ask three questions that deviate from the case against me."
"Overruled" Umbridge got up from her seat her face was entirely red. "We have already wasted enough time, let's convict him and be on our way."
"Silence yourself, Delores" Amelia gave the woman a cold stare. "We have a procedure to follow something that you have forgotten. Remember you are here just to take notes. You have no other right's here." She then looked back at Harry "you may ask your questions."
"Thank you, Madam" he gave her a bow "it's nice to see that some people haven't lost their common sense" he jabbed at Umbridge who was seething. "My first question is don't you think is an ugly toad? I mean she has the face only her maintenance worker a dad could even love. Second, since when did it become a crime to possess a unique ability? The third can I please beat the shit out of Umbitch, evidently, she has forgotten her place when the court is in session?"
Some of the members were now laughing at what he asked, many of them desperately wanted to beat up Umbridge as she was one of the most hated members of the entire ministry. Even the people in the stands were amused, Sirius most of all as he was holding his stomach while laughing. His godson would have made a fine marauder.
Amelia banged her gavel to silence everyone. "To your first question Delores is short for her height and definitely looks like a toad at best" she had desperately wanted to burn the bitch. "To your second question, "it is not illegal. However, some abilities require people to register them. As for your last question, no you may not harm Delores Umbridge no matter how much she deserves it" she added with a smirk, briefly thinking of ways she would curse the woman with.
"Now as you have pointed out, you have to register with either your native land or the ICW" she began. "Have you registered your ability to speak parseltongue?"
Harry resumed his seat and motioned for his lawyer to proceed.
"My client is indeed registered and has been for years now, he has the original paperwork and the license to prove it." She went into her briefcase and pulled out the form and the license and gave it to Bones.
"They are indeed from the ICW and are authentic" she confirmed handing it to Cornelius for him to see. After he read it, he gave it to Griselda for her seal of approval as Chief Witch "they are indeed authentic" she said loud enough for everyone to hear, before giving it back to Mrs. Schwarber.
The man standing behind Harry stepped forward. "I am Aadesh Varma, the representative for Magical India on the ICW" he introduced himself and a few of the old Wizengamot members paled, even Fudge was sweating bullets and looked ready to piss himself.
"This government is not only attempting to prosecute a minor for possessing an extraordinary gift, prized by my people, but you have also allowed a mere secretary to dictate what is to happen. Worst of all you people have greatly insulted my people and our native land; disgraceful. It's nice to see how pathetic Magical Britain has fallen."
"No sir," Fudge spoke his confidant voice betraying his face as it indicated intense fear "I am sure that this is a misunderstanding. Mr. Potter will be cleared of that charge I assure you" he tried to save what dignity he had.
The Indian representative was not having it "if this was a 'misunderstanding' as you put it then the Indian Ministry of Magic would not be in an uproar at the moment. Members of my sovereign land are insulted by the sheer arrogance of Great Britain under your rule. Some even see this as a start of a civil war."
Fudge was now incredibly pale along with a few other people. Some were even yellowing or browning themselves.
"However, my people have voted against inciting such a thing," he said calmly. Everyone leaned back in their chairs and sighed in relief. But the man was not done "however, there is someone that wants to talk to you, and she is not happy" he then took out some of the crystals from his pocket and activated them high in the air.
The face of Ekta Mangal, Indian Minister of Magic was showing, and the woman was in a foul mood. "Minister Cornelius Fudge you incompetent sack of shit" the woman shouted using the accent of her native language. "How dare you, attempt to arrest a minor sacred to my people. Are you that weak and incompetent that you cannot even control your own employees! Many of my people wanted to either go to war with Great Britain or to cease trade with your country after what you allowed to happen. I am quite tempted to enact it right now!"
Now Fudge just pissed himself and even Dumbledore was looking quite pale as it would mess up his plans.
"Lucky for you" she spoke in a calm but still dangerous voice "the wizengamot here has voted on an alternative punishment. Magical Britain will pay back all the money that it owes my Magical India and trade goods will be put on hold for the next four months." The crystal deactivated and went back to the representative, who was glaring at Fudge with murderous intent.
The minister of magic and a few others have succeeded in pissing and shitting themselves.
Liselotte was enjoying the entertainment value, quickly composing herself she put on a straight face "am I to assume that my client is cleared of the charge of being a parseltongue?"
Griselda got up from her seat and went to the podium "those in favor of conviction," no one dared to raise a hand. Umbridge desperately wanted to but after receiving a glare from Cornelius she didn't. "Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges" everyone raised a hand; Griselda counted the hands that were raised "cleared of charges of being a parseltongue" she banged her gavel. "I believe its time we had a 15-minute recess."
Some of the members rushed out of the room to go change their pants and salvage whatever dignity they could regain.
Fifteen minutes later everyone came back into the chamber having put on some fresh trousers. Some were still pretty shaken, and Harry could smell that some had consumed calming draughts; this was going to be fun. While he didn't like politics, it didn't mean that he didn't like causing trouble for people who deserved it.
Griselda stood in front of the podium "let the second part of the trial commence" she said in a booming voice. "Heir Potter you have been accused of attacking the students at Hogwarts, by Lord Carter Morrison and Delores Umbridge. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty!"
"So, noted," she said while looking at one of the court scribes. "Lord Morrison the floor is yours," she said distastefully.
Morrison got up from his seat "Lords and Ladies of the wizengamot, I have received some inside knowledge from multiple people at Hogwarts that have seen Potter at the scene of the crimes. Hence I believe that we should protect the students from him as he is a danger" he said with a bow.
"And what evidence do you have?" she tersely asked.
He gave a list of names in Hufflepuff and in Ravenclaw, followed by a few members of Slytherin.
Arcturus was making mental notes to deal with those little shits, and he had just the way.
"Apparently, you haven't considered the fact that maybe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Hadrian said everyone looked at him. He just scoffed "evidently a coward like you didn't have enough brain cells to ask the defendant for his side of the story. Fucking death eater!"
"I was imperiused you little shit" the man stared angrily.
"Then why are you being so defensive about the matter" Harry leaned in slightly. "If you really were imperiused then you would have no problem giving a magical vow or taking Veritaserum."
Griselda and Amelia were wondering what he was getting at. While it was true that the man claimed to be under the imperius curse there was no solid proof of him being questioned under Veritaserum.
"My memory may be a bit foggy, but I heard that you made some rather sizeable donations before your trial."
The man snarled "what's your point Potter. I make donations all the time. There's no crime against that."
"True," Harry said cheekily "you did make donations but they're of little quality. When your fellow buddies were being rounded up you gave more than a million galleons to different charitable parties. All of which have ties to the ministry and are capable of pulling strings for you. Very suspicious, wouldn't you say!"
"Add to the fact that you hate muggle-borns and muggles" he pointed out.
"What if I do what's your point" he was wondering what the brat was getting at. "Last I recall you sentenced that filthy muggle woman to life in prison and had Black kill that disgusting walrus."
"That I did, if I had it the way I would have cut the bastard's head off given the chance" he admitted. Dumbledore slightly paled at what he said. "That said I'll be the first to admit that I don't like muggles. However, the ones like them I despise. Other than that, if they leave me alone and don't bother me then I don't have a problem with them.
"I find it rather suspicious that you so invested in muggle-borns, Morrison when you have never shown any interest in them before. Oh my, I could only wonder what Voldemort" the people gasped when he said his name "I bet he would be most disappointed as if he found out that one of his death eaters supported muggle-borns."
The man went instantly pale.
Harry was enjoying watching the man not look so tough. He continued "now let's list out what you did, shall we? One you denounced him the very moment he was gone and fled like a coward, rather than go to Azkaban. Two you support the muggle-borns now, last I checked the bastard hated anything to do with muggles and muggleborns. That is two offenses against him and the ones that went to prison tsk, tsk. I could only imagine what the Lestranges would do if they heard, but then again I bet you already know! Don't you! he said knowingly."
Carter was now pale as a ghost. He remembered the Lestranges and worst of all Bellatrix. That unholy bitch was batshit crazy not to mention unmerciful. The mere thought of what she would do to him made him shit himself. Mentally glad that the woman was locked up.
"You might want to change your pants" Harry suggested while holding in a laugh.
Morrison immediately rushed out of the room in embarrassment.
Arcturus was laughing, Hadrian was indeed ruthless when facing his opponents. "I think we should wait for the bastard to get himself situated before we resume."
No one dared to disagree. Ten minutes later Morrison returned and glared at the boy with a murder clearly on his face.
"I believe we have wasted enough time," Karai said stepping forward "though I believe I have an idea of how we could end things."
"What do you suggest Lady Kawada" Griselda asked raising an eyebrow.
"A magical vow" she loosely said.
Harry picked up on what she was doing and pulled his lawyer's sleeve. The woman bent down and allowed him to whisper something in her ear. She gave him a nod and addressed the body.
"My client is willing to give a magical vow, saying that he is not responsible for the attacks" she declared. "Should he prove to be telling the truth then Lord Morrison will pay whatever compensation he deems fit, and the ministry will grant him two wishes."
The entire wizengamot was discussing the proposal of the boy giving a magical vow. After much deliberation, Griselda addressed them "Mr. Potter what is it that you want from Lord Morrison and the ministry?"
Harry stood up from his chair "from the coward he will pay me the sum of 147 million galleons and sign over half of the businesses he owns to the Black family" he would have said more but was cut off.
"What" the man exclaimed. Everyone was gaping like a fish at the steep price. They had no idea Potter would go this far. Morrison on the other hand was furious at what the boy had demanded. Sure, his family was wealthy, but Potter was demanding 95% of all the money he had plus half of the businesses.
"No deal" he cried out.
"What's the matter bitch" Harry taunted him "I'm risking my life and my magic here, the least you can do is grow a pair of balls and compensate me. That is unless of course, you're not actually all that! Then again your family has no honor anyway and should never have been in the position of Most Noble House. Such a shame we might as well as appoint Mundugus Fletcher a Lord."
Morrison was now purple, "that is the final insult I will tolerate. You are nothing more than an orphaned child who is unworthy to be a part of the House of Potter and the weak House of Black. That house should never be allowed to become so prestigious. And I would take great pleasure in watching it become extinct. You are no better than that whore of a grandmother of yours. I may have been under the imperius curse, but I enjoyed putting her under the cruciatus curse and watching her scream."
The different factions were now sporting different expressions of anger, fear, worry, and most of all disbelief. Save for Arcturus and Lucius. Lucius was positively scared the man did not know that he had just dug his own grave and it looked to only be getting deeper. Arcturus was now filled with rage and if looks could kill then Morrison would be suffering an agonizing death.
"Care to repeat that statement" Arcturus got up and looked moments away from killing the piece of shit, the fury in his voice and the look on his face indicated that he wanted revenge. By the time Morrison calmed down to realize his mistake, it was too late, and was now scared.
"You dare attack my house. My sister!" the fury in his voice was so abundant that it made many of the members shit themselves again. "As the head of the House of Black, I hereby declare a blood feud between my house and the House of Morrison, so mote it be."
The two lords were enveloped in a blood-red magical aura signally that the feud had now taken place.
"As the offended party, I demand a duel between our two families" he declared.
"Fine, I am going to enjoy killing the last members of your family" his bravado voice was failing him now. Inside he was terrified "you will name your champion now," he said not trying to show weakness.
"While I would gratefully kill you myself, I believe someone else in my family deserves that right" he glared coldly at the fool. "I name Hadrian James Potter as a champion for the House of Black."
The rest of the body and the members in the visitor section were shell-shocked, none more so than Harry who was completely bewildered.
"If I win your entire fortune becomes mine, Black" the man spat.
"And if he wins then you will adhere to any punishment he demands and hand over your entire fortune and businesses to him. You will name the time and the place now!"
"Dartmoor, England at noon. Two weeks, from now!"
"So be it," Arcturus said, "there will be no spell limitations, and anything can be used. Hadrian gives the vow" he instructed.
Harry recovered and flicked his wand out of its holster "I, Hadrian James Potter, hereby swear on my life and magic that I had nothing to do with the petrification that's been going on at Hogwarts. So, mote it be" he was enveloped in white light. When it was done he was still standing.
Morrison also gave a vow saying that he would hand over everything he had to Black and Potter, when he was done he left the wizengamot in a fit of rage.
Cornelius had to use his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat from his head. Merlin today had gone from bad to worse.
"Mr. Potter since you have given the magical vow, what is it that you want from the ministry?" he asked hoping that it wasn't money or anything drastic.
Hadrian now had a cruel smile. "The first thing I want is this! The ministry will pass Lord Cameron Davis's bill about his foundation for the scholarships at Hogwarts. Number 2: Delores Umbridge will duel at the same place as where I am to duel Morrison, there will be no spell limitations and the duel will only end when the other party is satisfied. The duel will happen at 4:30 p.m."
People were looking incredulously at him. Davis had a big smile on his face, he had talked about the foundation he had been trying to set up and provide for the students. Delores looked gleeful at the prospect that she could use anything she wants against the boy even killing him was an option she wouldn't pass up.
"Very well!" Cornelius said "everything Mr. Potter has listed out will commence" he then banged the gavel.
Arcturus was still standing up "we would also like Albus Dumbledore to be barred from talking about anything concerning the duels either before or after they occur" he gave a frosty glare at the aged headmaster, who did not look happy about this. He then turned to Lord Smith "as for you Smith your heir has to duel the day after the duel with these shits."
Andrew could only nod fearfully. That was until he found his voice "if Zach is to duel then killing is not allowed anything else is fair game" he said with hope in his voice, though it faltered under the older man's gaze.
"So be it!" Arcturus said then turned to everyone else especially the reporters "as for the rest of you shits who supported Morrison and Umbitch for attacking my house. You will pay the sum of 120,000 galleons by the end of next month. Consider this very lenient!"
"Lord Smith" Harry addressed the man. "Since I am dueling your heir my prize is that the betrothal contract with the Most Noble House of Patil will become null and void should I win. I don't care about the money! I just want that contract between your nephew and Padma destroyed."
Andrew bowed his head in shame "will there be anything else you want heir Potter?"
"Just the betrothal contract is voided will satisfy me" he replied. "Though, I can't say the same for Lord Black" Harry pointed to his uncle, who was looking predatory at the moment.
"I will name what I want after the duel and you better pay," he said, his silvery grey eyes were burning at Smith who could only nod.
Once again Cornelius banged his gavel and ordered what the two said. Then dismissed everyone hoping that this will be the end of it and immediately rushed back to his office with Delores on his heels.
When the entire courtroom cleared only Harry and his family members were left. Karai gave the boy a hug and wished him the best before leaving.
Arcturus went to the stands where the others were "are you insane" his sister yelled. "Of all the things you've done, you put Hadrian in the line of fire."
"Not now women" he silenced her "we're going to Black Castle and we will discuss it there," he said in an authoritative voice.
They left the courtroom and went to the apparition point of the ministry of magic. Cassie side along with apparated her nephew back home, soon followed by the others.
Part 1 has completed. Time for an intermission!
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When they arrived at Black Castle Arcturus opened the giant door and immediately found himself in front of on livid Severus Snape. His black eyes were set ablaze as they met the older man's steely grey eyes. "Give me one good reason, why I should not take your head" he aimed his wand at Arcturus's neck.
Arcturus could feel the heat coming from the wand and could tell that the younger man was very tempted. "I will explain my reason once we get inside, now lower the wand."
"Dad" Severus turned to Harry who walked to him. Very reluctantly lowered his wand and let them pass, when they arrived in the sitting room; Arcturus, Cassiopeia, and Sirius were sitting on the couches. Severus and Harry chose to stand.
"Talk, Black" Severus sneered at the man, with his wand still in his hand.
"Do you recall the report Harry gave the international press a couple of days ago?" he asked. Severus gave no reactions, so Arcturus continued "I had was prepared for him to deal with that monstrosity Umbridge and Smith's heir, however, I did not expect Morrison to admit torturing Dorea in front of everyone. Hence I declared a blood feud and challenged him to a duel, this would also serve as to show how powerful and dangerous Hadrian is."
"And you did not seem to consult me on the matter, first," Severus said irritably. "I would have thought of a way that didn't involve pitting my twelve-year-old son against an ex-death eater."
"Nearly, thirteen" Harry muttered.
Severus turned his head sharply at him and fixed him with a dangerously cold glare. Harry took a step back, careful not to make the situation worse.
Severus turned his head back to the old man that he wanted to curse with every fiber of his being "Hadrian may be a highly skilled and powerful wizard for his age, but he is not ready to be facing a death eater" gritted out.
"Morrison may not have been a member of the Dark lord's inner circle, but he was a dangerous and crafty duelist during the war."
"I have every confidence that Hadrian will prevail" he replied casually.
"For your sake you better hope, you better hope you are right," he told the man, then turned to Harry "head to Potter Castle and have that pensieve of yours ready. You may have to duel, but I am going to make damn sure you know what to expect."
Harry didn't need to be told twice and left using the floo to go back home.
Severus was very pissed. "I hope you are prepared for the consequences if he does not survive. Because I can promise you this, I will take great pleasure in killing you myself" he whirled around his cape billowing and used the floo network to go mee the boy.
"Damn" Sirius exclaimed "I kind of expected someone to start firing spells" he didn't get to finish as Cassie shot a stinging hex at him.
"Say one more word," she said in a dangerous voice that sobered him up.
Having known how dangerous his great aunt was he flashed his grandfather a half sympathetic look and raced out of the room.
When they were alone Cassiopeia immediately started screaming at the top of her lungs for putting her nephew in danger. Arcturus Orion Black was going to have a hard time hearing the next few days and that would only be if he was lucky. His sister was very dangerous when she was pissed off.
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Hours later it was dinner time at Hogwarts and the students were talking about what happened at the wizengamot. They had all watched Potter's trial through the crystal, and it was something else. Many of them could hardly believe what happened; two representatives of the ICW were present and the people in Magical India had almost declared war against them. The students couldn't believe that the people of India would go so far, then again they never would have expected that they would actually make an appearance in the Wizengamot. Some were glad about the alternative when the hold for trade goods and that Britain would pay back all the money it owed. That was better than going to war with another country.
They all watched how Potter and Umbridge "talked" to each other. Potter had a set of balls to call her out and insult her, some thought. Their parents would sometimes write to them about the way the woman would strut around the ministry as if she was a gift from merlin. The only things stopping them from kicking the toad's arse was that she was the minister's right hand and had connections; that could probably make the lives of their parents and them as a whole miserable. Other than that, they would have greatly gone down there and curse the woman.
The last part was that Lord Black declared a blood feud against the House of Morrison and declared Hadrian the one who shall be dueling. All the purebloods and many half-bloods were in pure shock; blood feuds have been used in over 400 years. They all saw the look on Lord Black's face and could tell that he meant it and was out for blood. Some were Hadrian and didn't envy Morrison at the moment; Potter was raised by the Stevenson's and the Blacks, not to mention attended school in Japan. Merlin prays as they thought about what the boy had learned. Now Potter was going to duel Morrison, Umbridge, and Smith. This was going to get ugly. The ones that have openly antagonized him and made his life hell by helping Lord Morrison now had to pay restitution and it was pretty big in some of their opinions.
Zacharias Smith was pale now, his entire family wanted him to stay away from Potter and to not go after him in any way. The poor boy had only just realized the shit he was in. He has to duel Potter at least his Uncle was able to get Black to agree to not have him killed. So, that was a small amount of good but not entirely as he saw how ruthless Potter was and it was not pleasant. What was worse was that if he loses the betrothal contract with Padma Patil would void. Man, he had royally screwed up.
Up at the head table, Albus Dumbledore was positively seething. That trial would have been his way to get the boy under his thumb, but Lord Black and Lord Stevenson have told him not to intervene in any way as the situation was under control and did not require his help. Albus tried to argue but, Arcturus threatened to file harassment charges against him and put him under a restraining order preventing him from ever speaking to the boy ever again. Now he was barred from speaking to the boy about his duels; with the other three. This was bad he would have tried to convince him to only use Light magic and not resort to anything dangerous, hopefully, he could have talked the boy into sparing Morrison and Umbridge.
He remembered that Morrison was a talented wizard when he was in school and a dangerous foe during the war. He was one of the ones who claimed to be under the imperius curse and got off. Dumbledore had hoped he be able to redeem the man and convert him to his cause but now that seemed unlikely. And Delores Umbridge, while relatively a weak witch was very cunning and knew how to get certain types of information. But the woman seemed to have a vendetta against the Potter boy. The first duel they had was a show as Harry demonstrated his power and his ruthlessness in battle.
Now they were to duel again, only this time there will be no restrictions, and killing was allowed. How did things get so far out of control he wondered. Pushing those thoughts aside for later he got up from his seat and went to the podium to address the students.
When all the food dishes vanished, Dumbledore began "your attention everyone" he spoke in a calm commanding voice. Every student turned their heads to him "as many of undoubtedly know Lord Black has declared a blood feud between his House and the House of Morrison's and has named Hadrian James Potter his champion to duel. After his duel with Lord Morrison, he is to face Delores Jane Umbridge, followed by Zacharias Arnold Smith the next day."
He let that sink in as he could see many of the students talking about it. The heirs to the prominent families were aware of what this entailed, many of the muggle-borns were wondering what the whole blood feud thing was about and began asking around.
"Due to the nature of the duels with Lord Morrison and Madam Umbridge, first through third years are forbidden from watching the duels." This was met with a round of groans and complaining as the first through third years wanted to see what happened. "Silence!" he said in a booming voice, to quiet them down. "While I understand that many of you third years wish to see the duel, you all will need to have written permission from your guardians. Your heads of houses will provide you with forms for them to sign and you will have till the day before the duels to hand them in."
"Finally, you all are free to watch Mr. Potter and Mr. Smith duel if you would like," he said with a hint of finality. "Now, I believe you all should head back to common rooms. Professors if you will all accompany me to the staff room." With that everyone left the great hall and went back to their respective dorms.
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In the lair of badgers, many of the hufflepuffs were chatting about what was going to happen in two weeks. Many of the third years were looking forward to the duel as they wanted to see what would happen. Smith was sitting in one of the couches rocking back and forth while staring into the fire.
"The only thing I can say is this" the voice of Susan Bones came grabbing everyone's attention "the people fighting Hadrian are going to be wishing that they had never crossed him."
"Come off it, Bones" one of the fifth years who attacked Potter said "I'll be the first to admit that Potter has some impressive dueling skills, but he is not that good" he arrogantly said.
"You have not been paying attention have you Brunt" she narrowed her eyes at him "it would appear that you forgot what he did to you and your friends. Didn't he kick your sorry butt's with little effort and now you all have to pay a lot of money to him."
The boy snarled at her "be careful Bones" he snarled "and Potter got lucky. There is no way he could be that great of a duelist and he will meet a gruesome end."
"That is some big talk coming from you," Cedric said standing up. "it should be pretty obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that Hadrian is powerful. And you and the others should never have attacked him. I know you're not that bright, but you haven't taken into consideration what he might know or be capable of."
Hannah stepped in "you sound as if you respect him, Diggory" she pointed out. "When you and him barely even speak except for when you're facing one another in quidditch."
"I do, Miss. Abbot" Cedric confirmed. "Harry is a great flyer and has never used any underhanded tactics. Based on what I've seen off the pitch he just wants to be left alone. Sure, he may be cold and introverted, but I don't think he is dark."
"You think, he will win all the duels," one of the sixth years asked, bringing the attention to him. "I mean don't get me wrong I'm glad someone is putting that toad in her place. I do it myself if I got the chance" he muttered the last part as he too did not like the woman from the few times he met her at some of the ministry balls.
The sixth-year continued "also, beating Smith, there will be easy!"
That remark resulted in Smith screaming "hey come on now! How about a little moral support."
"Smith you got yourself into this mess," the older boy said. I may not be a member of the noble or ancient house, but I know better than to break a magical contract. You should be glad that you are not facing Lord Black himself, that man would kill you in a matter of seconds. Instead, you have Potter to contend with and you remember what he did to Lockhart" he briefly shuddered.
Smith grumbled and knew he was in a bind. The blonde boy just marched to his room.
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In the lion's den, everyone was sitting in the common room, discussing what was going to happen.
"Why would Harry, accept these duels?" Hermione asked. "Theirs a high chance of him being killed!"
Surprisingly it was Neville the one to speak "he has no choice" he said. "And this is personal for him and his family. As a member of the Ancient Houses, he has to prove who he is"
"What do you mean" she questioned, "and he is the last of the Potter family!"
Parvati replied "use your head Hermione" she snapped at her. "he may be the last of the Potter family but he is still a member of the House of Black through his grandmother. His duel with Smith is something the pompous prick has had coming."
"Parv, why didn't you ever say anything about your sister being in a betrothal contract" her friend Lavender came in "or the fact that he would be dueling for your family?"
"In case, you haven't noticed Lavender" she turned to her "Harry doesn't like the attention he gets, and knowing you, you would have spread it throughout the entire school."
"Hmpf," her friend said crossing her arms.
Parvati continued. "It is pretty well known that Harry doesn't want to be here because Dumbledore is here and would happily go back to Japan if he could. The only reason he is staying after his OWL is for his sister as she will be coming next year."
"Why does he hate, Dumbledore so much," Ron asked, "it's not like he has ever done anything that ever affected Potter."
"If you ask me Potter is nothing more than an attention-seeking prat," he said unaware of the glares he was receiving.
"The only part here is you" Neville snapped at him. "Ron ever since you've been here, you have done nothing but try to bully him into doing things your way. You to Hermione" he said to the bushy-haired girl. "If you two don't leave him alone then there are going to be some severe consequences, so you two need to back off."
Ron's ears were as red as his hair and were about to retort but Hermione beat him to it. "I have never done anything to him" she exclaimed.
"I can end this quickly and yes you have" Parvati stepped into the conversation. "Hermione your interactions with him have been less than pleasant. "Every time you speak to him you all but demand to know what he is doing and it's pretty obvious that he is not interested in your little academic rivalry."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked confused.
"You're kidding right" Parvati raised an eyebrow "Hermione it's obvious to all of us that you are trying to outdo him, even though it is pointless. Harry's abilities far surpass yours and everyone else here, accept it."
"There is no way that he could be this smart or skilled at magic. Someone must be helping him" she said irritably.
Parvati just shook her head "if you believe that then there is no helping you. Perhaps it escaped your attention but maybe he works hard to achieve what he wants. You are blaming him for coming up short is childish and unwarranted. He does Mahoutokoro lesson instead of Hogwarts because they challenge him, and from what I've heard he is a prodigy at magic."
Hermione grumbled and stomped up the stairs.
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The other two houses were sharing their own discussions about what was going to happen at the duels. And many were speculating how it was going to end. But they were sure about one thing: there was going to be blood. That had sent shivers down many of their spines. Some of them didn't know what they were in for when they attacked Potter the way they did and now reap the harvest of the choices they made. Fortunately, for them, they were not dueling him as an idiot could even tell that Potter far outclassed them in terms of power.
While many didn't like Potter, that didn't mean that they would outright attack him the way others had done. In some aspects, they learned that he was him and just wanted to be left alone with his friends.
Another thing to note was that the boy had a grudge against Dumbledore, and they couldn't really blame him for what the headmaster did to him. But they only knew the bare minimum and could only guess how far Potter was willing to go to get away from the headmaster.
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At Potter Castle, Harry was currently in the training room with Byakko and Severus. The latter was still not happy with what Black did but figured that he better help his son first than deal with the Black patriarch. The first part of getting the boy ready was that he was to watch how Morrison moved and reacted in combat. So, Severus provided him memories of each time Morrison dueled in the past. After spending a few hours watching the death eater duel and learning his style, Harry began his own training.
At the moment Harry was currently facing seven dueling dummies and had them set to level six. Hadrian if anything was a powerful combatant and given his heritage meant that he was a warrior at heart. He was currently dueling the dummies using both Potter and Black family magic.
While the Potters were a grey family they often used different spells of light, grey, and dark. However, he discovered that there was a significant difference between dark and evil magic. A wizard or witch could use any of the three; though the balance was required as there were advantages and disadvantages between them. The only way for a person to become evil is if they let the power consume them and they failed to keep their own inner darkness from consuming them. The Blacks may have been extremely proficient in dark magic, but it did not mean that they were evil, if anything they did what they had to survive.
The world they lived in was mostly cruel as many would do almost anything to accomplish what they want no matter how wrong or unethical it was.
Harry may have lost everything that night years ago and thought it was hard. He gained a new family with people who cared for him and accepted him. Severus may have been a death eater in the past but he more than made up for it, by raising Harry as his own. Miwa was like a second sister to him, though they did share many similarities, they did disagree on a few things from time to time. They kept each other in line and protected each other like siblings usually would. He was extremely grateful to her and appreciated her loyalty, her sense of family.
Emily was his first sister, who he cared for greatly. She may have been young, but Harry swore that he would protect her to the best of his abilities. Harry believed that power was necessary, yes, but he did not seek it just for power's sake. He sought it to protect his family and the people he cared for; he had lost his first family and was not willing to grow through that again. Anyone who dared to come after the people he cared for will learn just how dangerous he truly was.
Finishing off the remainder of the dummies, he heard a loud clap. Turning his head, he saw Severus approaching "you did well against the dummies" he commended. "Let's see how you do against someone who actually fought in a war" he mused taking out his wand.
The two faced each other and got into a dueling stance. Harry was the first to fire a spell; the blasting curse was sent straight to Severus who deflected it with a shield and returned fire with some of his own spells. Harry had to admit that his dad was an extremely skilled fighter, not that he ever questioned it before since the man had trained him. But now that all meant little as he knew his dad was taking it easy on him back then and compared to now he was putting him through his paces.
Father and son continued dueling for the next three hours and while Harry received training from his dueling instructors, he was not as experienced as his dad was. The man was a war veteran and had trained in martial magic both extensively and intensively. It was no surprise as to why either Dumbledore or Voldemort wanted him on either of their sides, I mean who wouldn't. The man's subtlety was dangerous, that combined with his stoic demeanor and unpredictability made him all the more powerful.
Severus had only one thing on his mind at the moment, making sure that Harry survived. He would gratefully admit that he became a proud father if he didn't have to keep it quiet.
Severus knew all about Morrison from his days as a death eater. The cowardly shit would do anything to win no matter how underhanded and no honor or respect for anyone but himself. While he would have like to kill the bastard himself and he couldn't. However, if the fool killed his son or if Harry spared his life then there will be nothing to stop him from killing him, himself but only after inflicting his displeasure on him first.
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Two weeks later, Harry woke up ate a light breakfast, and went to the training room to meditate and reinforce his occlumency shields to their highest level. Today was the day he would show how formidable he was; he had prepared and trained intensively with his father and the Blacks.
Spending three hours in silence he got up from the ground and went to go put on one of the battle uniforms with the Potter family crest on. Stripping out of his clothes he put the uniform on. The only difference from the one that he wore when he dealt with Quirrell was that he had the family crest on. When he put on his dragon hide boots completing the set he looked himself over and saw not a schoolboy but a person who was fighting for the honor of his family.
Feeling a familiar presence behind him "hello Byakko" he said not even turning around.
"Young one," the god said "I came to wish you the best. Remember you're fighting for the honor of your family and whatever you decide I will always be with you."
Hadrian turned around and knelt down at his oldest friend.
"Thank you, my friend" Harry lowered his head. "I am ready to do what needs to be done."
"Go with a chance, fight with honor, and return with swiftness," he said to his partner.
"Don't worry I won't kill if I don't have to" he said with the firm in his voice.
He got up and the two left the room and headed downstairs to where the others were. Reaching the main room, he saw both his uncles, aunt Cassie, and Sirius. Harry understood that his dad couldn't be here as he had to maintain his appearance at Hogwarts. However, he could feel the warmth the man was sending him through their link.
Arcturus stepped forward "are you ready?" he asked.
"I am," he said in a definite voice.
"Remember to be on your guard and show them who you are."
"I will!" Harry said in a firm voice. Jack, Cassie, and Sirius each embraced him in a hug and wished him luck.
Before they left, Harry lifted the top of his uniform and allowed Byakko to go into his tattoo form. With his partner in tattoo form, he left the castle and grabbed Sirius's hand so he could apparate him to their destination.
Note: Part 2 is coming. The real performance is about to begin! Warning this yields intense violence that will not be pretty for some people. I warn you now if you choose to read this part then that is on you. This will be brutal! You all have been warned!
With a silent pop, they apparated away from Potter Castle and to the stadium where the quidditch world cup was held sometimes. When they arrived on the opposite side of the pitch Harry took a look at his watch and saw that he had 35 minutes left.
The ones that accompanied him escorted him to the section where he was supposed to enter. Harry took off both his watches and gave them to Jack, for safekeeping. Turning his head, he saw two representatives of the ICW coming his way. When they arrived, they said they were here to inspect him for anything that will be checking him for any potions. Spending five minutes scanning him, they said he was clear to proceed.
They waited by the entrance of the pitch, where they could see that the seats were being filled by a great number of people. Up in the sky, a multitude of crystals could be seen and were being used to record and distribute the duel to the entirety of the wizarding world.
After waiting in the corner for the last thirty minutes Harry walked onto the field where he heard people clapping and cheering him on. Over in the other corner, he saw Morrison coming wearing his own uniform with his family crest on his chest. While the man did receive some applause, Harry could tell that there were more boos going the man's way along with some insults.
The man approached until he was fifteen paces away from Harry. The look on his face was screaming murderous intent, the boy in front of him had an unreadable expression on his face as he wasn't showing any emotions but when he looked into the boy's eyes he saw them shining bright with fire in them. Both had their wands in their hands and were waiting to start.
"Ready to die Potter" he sneered at him.
"Let's see if you and your worthless family still honor has, though I doubt it" Harry retorted.
"My family has plenty of honor, you little shit," the man said angrily. "Unlike yours! How does it feel to be the last of a worthless family."
"At least mine died fighting for what they believed in. Can you say the same?" he raised an eyebrow. "It must have been fun to kneel before a murdering psychopath then run away like a coward" he taunted back.
"My oh, my how your family has fallen so low. That you prostituted yourself like a dog" he followed up. "So pathetic, oh how the Noble family like yours had fallen. It's no wonder why your own wife hates your guts as much as she does. Guess I will have to save her from being married to a murdering rapist like you!"
"Tell me have you made your ancestors proud by your actions. A disgraceful self-serving shit you really are."
Morrison was purple in the face and was about to retort but was cut off "Ladies and Gentleman, today we are here to witness" Fudge explained as to the reason why Carter Morrison and Hadrian potter were dueling. Explaining the nature of blood feuds and how the duels were conducted and what was to expect. They could use anything they had on them and the duel would only end when either party was satisfied. Killing your opponents was allowed should the combatants wish, and no one was allowed to interfere "after these two are done. Heir Potter will be facing Delores Jane Umbridge of the ministry of magic at 4:30 later today. Duelist when you're ready begin!"
Harry wasted no time in firing a powerful blasting curse at his opponent. Morrison had to shield against the incoming attack and after the first bout, he returned fire with dark curses; blood boiling, organ liquefying, withering spell, and brain-melting spell. He thought that would have worked but the boy avoided them all with impressive speed.
When none hit he shot whatever spell he knew to incapacitate the brat. All of which he dodged or deflected with his own shield. What caught him off guard was that he batted away his organ liquefying curse like it was nothing.
Harry saw through his opponent's attack pattern and would have been impressed if he did not prepare for this, at the moment he was able to predict how his opponent was going to attack. Then he saw that Morrison was about to fire an explosion hex at him, when the spell left his wand Harry intercepted by firing a spell he learned in alchemy.
He sent a spell that made fire combust and watched the spells collide and explode before Morrison's face burning off his eyebrows and some flesh off the side of his face. Harry quickly followed up with a gouging spell that hit Morrison's left eye.
The man screamed in pain as he used his left hand to cover his now destroyed eye.
"First blood!" Harry said with a smirk. "I sincerely hope that's not all you got because I'm still getting warmed up" he taunted.
Morrison glared at him "I will kill you: he screamed and shouted "Avada Kedavra" the sickly greenish color of the killing curse shot towards Harry who hit the dirt to avoid being hit.
Jumping to his feet he returned fire with some of his own spells. Morrison had to shield against them but after his shield broke he was hit with two dark blue spells that hit his right shoulder and one of his ribs. He screamed in pain as they both exploded in his body. Morrison attempted to retaliate but was caught off guard when the boy sent the blasting curse at him and he was barely able to avoid the spell.
With his opponents, attention occupied Harry immediately fired a cutting curse that took the fool's right ear off. He then followed up by firing a castration curse at him.
The man screamed in immense pain as it filled his entire body. He had lost one of his ears and lost his penis.
"What's the matter Morrison, I can't be harder to kill than some mudblood right," Harry said with a cold smirk. "I expected more of a challenge from a death eater. If Voldemort was alive and heard about how bad you were doing he be very disappointed at how weak his servant was."
"You bastard" Morrison roared. "Don't toy with me" he then fired some of the spells that were designed by his family.
Harry would be concerned if he didn't see how sloppy his opponent had become. He read the spells as they were coming his way and they were dark pieces of magic.
With great speed he dodged every one of them and sent a three-bone-shattering curse at his opponent; he made sure to put some power in them as he wanted them to spread. One missed but the other two hit his opponent in the right leg making him scream. Harry saw that Morrison was now putting his weight on his left leg. This is what he wanted, to defeat his opponent he had to unbalance them, and when their at their lowest he destroy them.
"I believe we had enough of a warmup time to get serious," he said firing spells from the Potter and Black family grimoires.
Carter did not know about the spells boy was firing at him and decided to defend himself. That didn't work so well as his shields were broken every time and each time he got hit with one of the boys spells his body would experience pain like he never would have ever imagined.
It became horribly painfully clear that he was outclassed. "Wait please I surrender, please" he begged.
"Now your begging for your life," Harry said in disgust "how many people begged you for mercy? How many innocents did you kill?" he roared.
Harry fired a yellow spell covered in silver at the man's left arm. The spell came from the Potter family and it was one of their more dangerous spells, when it made contact Morrison didn't feel a thing and was about to retaliate but that was until he felt pain in the arm the boy sent the spell to.
The next moment his entire arm exploded off of his body and he screamed in agony.
"Hurts doesn't it," Harry asked in a cold voice "well it's nothing like the pain you made others feel. Not even close" he fired the same spell at his right leg and watched it explode. Now Morrison was bleeding heavily as two of his limbs exploded off his body.
The older man was feeling something that he hadn't felt in years, extremely and unbridled fear. With a supreme effort, he shot a powerful spell blasting curse at the boy and added whatever power he could muster.
Harry attempted to move out of the way and just barely dodged. The spell missed but not before leaving a gash on his right cheek. Blood ran down the side of his face and Morrison almost looked with glee but then saw the intense expression on the boy's face.
"Alright, no more playing around" Harry declared. All points of mercy were gone now, and he was going to kill the bastard in front of him.
Morrison was barely able to conjure a cane to keep him from falling over but the look of rage on the boy's face made him shit himself. He quickly fired another confringo, but Potter caught it with his wand and sent it back with greater speed, and that knocked Morrison to his back and destroyed the bones in his chest.
Harry shot the same spell he used to take the bastard's other limbs off at his only remaining leg.
Morrison may have been on his back, but he still tried to fire whatever spells he could at him. Harry just deflected them, raising his wand in the air above his opponent he fired a black and purple flame out of his wand. The spell was something he got from the black family grimoire and if one were to be hit by it then they would experience a lot of pain. Waving his wand in an intricate pattern he turned the mixed colored flame into a tornado that enveloped his opponent.
Harry could hear the man screaming at the top of his lungs no doubt in pain. When the spell ended Morrison looked positively burnt, he had blood running down his body and was positively smoking.
Many of the spectators in the stands were now sick when they looked at the man, some were even throwing up.
Harry still kept his wand trained on the man and wanted to kill him but decided to spare him "your beaten Morrison," he then bound him in rope. "you are to leave Great Britain at once and never to show your face here again. Understand!"
Morrison gave him a nod and watched the boy turn around, releasing himself of his bonds he said "Avada Kedavra the spell shot out of his wand and raced toward Harry.
Harry heard what Morrison said and spun to his right out of the way of the incoming curse. "You fool" he shouted "I gave you the chance to live and you blew it" he raised his wand at the man's head and fired the dark spell at him making his head explode. "Good-bye!"
Everyone was stunned by what he did, that was until Fudge got up and announced "the winner is Hadrian James Potter" he said shakingly. Some of the members of the audience were speechless until one person started cheering and shouted congratulations. Soon everyone followed suit. Harry ignored them and walked to his family, the look on his face was unreadable but on the inside, he was shaken.
As he approached them Jack and Cassie wrapped him in a hug. No doubt he was tired from the level of magic he used, but Jack could see that the boy was in pain. As could Cassie as she spent time training the boy, she knew when he was hurting. "I- I had to" was all he was able to say.
"Shh," Cassie said to him "I know, I know! Just breathe," she said to him.
"Can I have a bucket? I don't feel so well!" he asked weakly. Sirius took out his wand conjured up a bucket and gave it to him. Harry accepted it quickly and started spewing up in it. While he was doing that Cassie was inspecting him for injuries, other than his cheek which had blood running down on the side of his face. She quickly healed it while letting him continue to spew up all the contents of his stomach.
Arcturus stepped forward and patted him on his back "you were amazing, Hadrian" he praised the boy as he was still throwing up. "That's it let it all out!" he said in a voice that indicated pride and astonishment.
"Can I have a dreamless sleep potion tonight?" Harry asked weakly.
"Of course, dear boy" Cassie said soothingly. She had expected this and pulled out two different vials of potion "here drink these. They will make you feel better" she held out to him. When he was done he grabbed the vials out of her hand and downed them quickly ignoring the bitter taste of them.
"You should rest while you can" she conjured a chair for him, which he immediately took.
He spent the next few hours in silence with his family by his side as they refused to leave him by himself.
When it came time for the second duel he took asked one of them to conjure a glass and fill it with water. Jack gave him his request and after filling the glass with water he gave it to him. Harry drank all of it and took a few breaths before giving the glass back and leaving them.
Arriving at the center of the field he waited for his next opponent. The only thing he wanted to do at the moment was going back home and crawl in bed. He saw Umbitch speaking furiously with the representatives and he could tell that she was scared. However, scared was not the same thing as sorry. They pushed her to the field and left.
Delores saw no alternative and just walked put with a sickly smile on her face. Like before Cornelius said his piece and told the duelist to get ready, then begin.
Hadrian was not in the mood for this at the moment and fired a combination of bludgeoning and bone-breaking curses in rapid succession. Delores was barely able to avoid the spells, one caught her in the arm, and she screamed in pain.
Delores hesitated for a moment, then fired some rope at him. Harry deflected it with ease and fired an exploding curse at the ground, the resulting explosion made the woman recoil a bit as the dust started to rise. Harry fired a bright ball of light out of his wand that made her shield her eyes.
Taking advantage at the moment he dashed toward her and took her wand out of her hand, threw it behind him, and started punching her in the face. He was infusing his magic with every strike and had quickly broken her nose and made her lose a few teeth. But he wasn't done as he delivered three more powerful punches to her mouth and broke her jaw. She screamed in pain but that didn't stop him as he kept delivering a vicious combo to various parts of her body.
By now he had broken her nose, jaw, her left arm, three ribs, and broke five of her teeth. Lifting her up in the air he threw her to where her wand was, and the toad woman landed on the ground hard. Seeing that her wand was close she grabbed it and fired the cruciatus curse, the dark red spell raced to him and she thought it would make him writhe in agony.
Harry saw the torture curse coming and performed a high backflip. As he was coming down he sent the explosion curse to her that sent her flying further down the field.
Delores couldn't believe what was happening the boy was trying to humiliate her again. Well, she would not stand for it, quickly getting to her feet she fired whatever spells she could at him. Harry just kept walking toward her either dodging or blocking her spells, and when he was close enough he began firing a multitude of bone-breaking spells along with their different variations at her.
Delores did her best to avoid the spells but some of them managed to hit her and destroy some of the bones in her body, it didn't help that some of the brat's spells had more power in them that made all the pain much worse. She fired a confringo at him, but he deflected it back to her right in the stomach making her scream in pain.
Harry fired a ball of lightning at her followed by the yellow silver spell he used on Morrison; the two spells and caused her an immense amount of pain.
The yellow and silver spell he fired at her right arm made it explode off of her and made her scream louder in agony. Now that she was defenseless, Harry waved his wand summoning hers, catching it with his outstretched hand he did something that was shocking Using both his hands he snapped the wand in two then threw it at her.
Before she could shout at him, he fired three bone-shattering curses at her that destroyed three more of her ribs. Delores screamed the pain the boy was causing her was so intense.
Harry decided to give her two more punishments. The first he sent the cutting curse at her left ear taking it off. Flicking his wand back into its holster he walked over to her while she was rolling around on the ground.
When she stopped thrashing, she looked him in the eyes and saw utter disgust in his emerald eyes. Harry used the moment to look into her mind, viewing her surface thoughts he saw what she had done in her past. He saw how she had blackmailed some of the lower-ranking workers at the ministry and how she rose to her position the way she did. When he exited his eyes were laced with a fury that made her more scared than she had ever been in her entire life.
Harry honestly hated people like her and while he would gladly kill her she had no wand in her hand to defend herself and looked positively pathetic. Making up his mind He brought his foot over her head and started putting his weight on it, making her scream in pain.
"You're a monster" he spat out. "You are without any honor or respect for anything" he continued to put more pressure on his foot intensifying the pain. After a few more minutes he removed his foot from her head and delivered a swift kick to her face knocking her out.
Part 2 has ended. Just so you all know I have a feeling that I am going to have nightmares for the next few days. I can already tell.
Turning around he looked at the stands where the minister was. Cornelius could feel the boy's eyes on him and decided to end things before anything else could happen "the winner is Hadrian James Potter" he announced.
Many of the people who were sitting next to him were clapping rather loudly as they hated Umbridge with a passion and sorely wished that they could have been the ones to beat her up. Looks like they will have to settle for the alternative of watching her get the snot beaten out of her.
Harry walked back to his family, taking his aunt's outstretched arm he was apparated back home for the day. Not wasting time, he opened the door and rushed up the stairs to his room. Where he stayed for most of the day. Yes, he was brutal and ruthless, but they were evil people and he had to do it, or they would have hurt others. With those thoughts in mind, it didn't mean that he liked doing what he did.
Waking up the next day, Harry felt sick. Sure, he took the dreamless sleep potion but that didn't mean that he slept well at all last night; racing to the bathroom he started throwing up in the toilet. After twenty minutes of vomiting, he got dressed in another combat uniform and went downstairs. As he walked down to where everyone as he was contemplating what to do about Smith. He found that the boy was just an arrogant pompous arse, who was spared the rod a few times.
Arriving in the dining room he found the others sitting at the table. They all ate silently, while they were doing that Byakko, and Severus was sending a lot of comfort to him trying to ease his pain. When they were done they left for the duel that was scheduled for today.
Same as yesterday they arrived at the stadium and Harry went under inspection, when he was cleared to proceed he waited in the shadows till his name was called.
When it was time he walked out to the field and waited for his opponent to come out of his corner. Spying Smith coming out from the other end. He noted that the boy was extremely pale and looked on the verge of pissing himself. When he took his spot, Cornelius announced that the duel between them was because Smith broke the magical contracts between their houses. Many of which booed at the blonde boy and his family. Fudge also said that if Hadrian Potter won then the betrothal contract between the Smith and Patil will be voided.
Harry and Zach pulled their wands out and were waiting to begin.
"Duelist. Begin!" Fudge said using the amplifying charm.
At the sound of the minister's voice, Smith fired a cutting curse at Hadrian, who leaned out of the way avoiding the spell. Smith tried again with an incendio spell, the boy in front of him just dodged it with minimum movement.
Harry really was not in the mood for things at the moment and sent his green fireball at him and a chain of bone-shattering, cutting curses, and small blue balls of fire at Smith. Twelve minutes later his opponent had various cuts and gashes on his body along with many shattered bones and had a variety of different burns.
Taking a look at his injured opponent he decided to end things "it looks like the show is over, for you at least."
Harry then fired a mid-powered confringo at him that destroyed many of his bones and sent him flying a few feet in the air. Then followed up with a disarming charm and bound him in chains.
Seeing that he was done he addressed the Smith's in the corner "the duel is overcome get him and get him to a healer."
As Fudge announced that he had won, three people came rushing to the field. One was Lord Smith and the other two he assumed were the boy's parents.
"Lord Smith," he said getting the man's attention while the parents levitated their son to get some medical attention. "Since I have won the marriage contract with the Patil is hereby voided! Do you acknowledge this?"
"I do" the Lord responds. "As of right now the contract between my heir and Padma Patil is now and forevermore voided."
The two went their separate ways back to their families.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this little theatre of mine. Part of me did but I will be honest that I could not sleep well last night. However, I must apologize because of the intense violence. Don't get me wrong Morrison and Umbridge deserved their punishments and much worse. I know many of you will be disappointed that I didn't kill the toad, believe me, I was tempted to, but I need her alive for a while longer.
In this chapter, Harry demonstrated that he was not going to take anyone's shit lying down and that he was protective of the people he held dear. He demonstrated his power, his ferocity, his ruthlessness, and his brutality. Let me say this here, Harry maybe a cold person, but he is caring, brutal but just, and ruthless but honorable in battle.
Next Chapter: The next victims will be petrified.