I don't own Harry Potter n shit, neither do I own the Madness Combat series by Krinkels.

Chapter 4

When Harry appeared in Diagon Alley, the battle was already well underway. Oh, the sounds of spells whizzing through the air, wizards and witches screaming in anger and fear and sorrow, unbeknownst to even Harry himself, he felt himself relax ever so slightly, used to the atmosphere of battle.

His eyes flit over the skirmish in front of him, his mind instantly noticing at least two dozen men in dark cloaks and skull masks, jeering and laughing as they sent dark spells, jinxes and more against the populace of Diagon. Some were running away in a panic, others had taken to hiding behind walls in buildings, flipping over crates and carts to hide, trying their best to fight back.

Then, Harry noticed Dumbledore. He walked with purpose, his eyes lacking that kind twinkle that it usually carried, his wand brandished as though it were a sword. With a swish of his wand, and not a single word, all the water from a nearby fountain simultaneously lifted itself into a sphere. With another casual wave of his wand, it was sent hurling at death eaters.

Harry only watched impassively as Death Eaters cried in warning and fear as they witnessed Dumbledore joining the fight.

"Shit, Dumbledore's here!" Harry heard a death eater yell.

Many of them scrambled to get out of the way, the more foolish ones attempted to throw up shielding charms.

The water crashed into the death eaters, knocking down over four of them instantly, out of the fight. All of this, with a single move. Harry could see why Dumbledore was well-respected in the wizarding world.

Harry's eyes flitted over to see members of the Order and aurors throwing stunners and other spells, many of them without words. Outside of everyone's notice, Harry nodded appreciatively. Just based on this fight alone, he could tell, this lot was better than the average auror in the Americas. Silent-casting, the spells used by the vigilante group, everything said that these wizards were more skilled. Of course, this observation did not hold true for Harry himself.

He decided not to intervene right now as it seemed that Dumbledore's group and the DMLE had the entire attack almost wrapped up with how easily they were dispatching the death eaters like a well-oiled machine.

As Harry prepared to turn away and disappear, the sound of apparition cracks filled the air.

The pressure in the air shifted. The atmosphere darkened, muted. The temperature felt as if had dropped a few degrees.

Harry turned around to see a tall, spindly man, clad in robes darker than night with skin as pale as milk. His face was set in a cruel smile, with a flattened nose and slit nostrils. His eyes practically glowed with a blood red light. Harry knew who this was: Voldemort. Even worse, he was surrounded by even more death eaters and they all rushed to join the fight. Harry could tell this group was more disciplined, skillful. They did not waste their breath laughing at their enemies as they threw cutting curses, banishing spells, and more.

There wasn't a single moment of hesitation before Dumbledore and Voldemort engaged each other, no words exchanged at all. All of a sudden, the two duelists were engulfed in swirling magic as Dumbledore began transfiguring upturned cobblestone bricks that formed the path in Diagon Alley into stone beasts. Voldemort responded in kind with dark tendrils shooting out of his pale wand, binding and ripping apart Dumbledore's transfigurations.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and in response, flicking his wand, created a gargantuan gust of wind that shattered windows it passed by as it was hurled at Voldemort. Voldemort's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, before he threw up a dark red shield around himself, weathering the storm of wind. The Dark Lord gave a growl of frustration as he realized that instead of the wind blowing past him, it circled around him, trying to crush him.

Dumbledore's face was screwed in concentration as he directed the winds to turn into miniature blades.

Then, with a yell of anger, a burst of pure magic flew out from Voldemort at the epicenter, destroying Dumbledore's magical winds and blowing the great wizard himself back.

Meanwhile, the other combatants had all unanimously decided to give the two legendary wizards a wide berth as they fought.

Sirius grit his teeth as he twisted to dodge a body-bind jinx sent his way, in response he shot a quick banishing charm, stumbling away from the awkward position he had forced himself in. He turned only to see another death eater ten paces away, his wand's tip glowing with a sickly green light. As Sirius' blood froze when he realized what the spell was, the death eater was sent flying, a stunner splashing onto his chest. He was then tackled out of the way of another round of spells behind cover.

As Sirius hit the ground, he let out a grunt and looked up to see it was Bellatrix who had tackled him out of the way. He gave a quick nod of thanks as he once again rose, throwing up a barrier of cobblestone when he saw another killing curse come his way. Quickly jumping out, he flicked his wand and a stray log of shattered wood lifted itself and smashed into the back of the head of death eater who attacked him.

Despite these small victories, he noticed that they were getting pushed back. Some of these death eaters must be inner circle members, they fought too well, and went beyond just mindlessly throwing projectile curses at the aurors. They simply had more members than them.

Privately, Sirius was beginning to panic in his mind. They had yet to receive help from the foreign wizards yet, despite Dumbledore sending Fletcher to alert them of an attack.

To his left, he saw an auror sent flying, a bloody cut in his torso. Realizing that his flank was now exposed, Sirius gave up even more ground, diving behind a wall, all the while throwing stunners and various jinxes.

His breathing was sharp and he took a moment to calm himself. He took three deep breaths, preparing to jump out of his hiding spot and re-engage the death eaters before his cover was blown into pieces, sending him flying with shrapnel digging into the parts of his skin that were unprotected.

With a groan of pain, he felt someone grab his hand, dragging him into an abandoned store. Sirius' ears were ringing and his vision was spinning and he barely recognized that it was James who dragged him away. There was yelling and the sounds of explosions that shook the ground they kneeled on.

"Bastards are throwing exploding curses everywhere now, we gave too much ground," spat James, peaking over a shattered window only to duck right back down as the counter top behind the two promptly exploded from another exploding curse.

"We're getting slaughtered out here, where the fuck are the French, the other damn foreigners?! Where are the rest of the aurors?!" yelled Sirius over another round of explosions.

"They've thrown up wards, nobody's getting in right now, we can only assume there are cursebreakers trying to break the wards right now!" James hollered back as they ran out of the cover as more spells destroyed the storefront they had been hiding behind.

Sirius noticed out of the corner of his eye that Voldemort and Dumbledore were still locked in a mind-boggling duel, both throwing spells and manipulations of magic no other person had even heard of.

Then...

Harry joined the battle.

Members of the order and the aurors could only blink as a flash of gray briefly blasted past their vision directly at the death eater line.

Harry was upon the dark wizards before any of them had time to even react, his hand gripping the head of some unfortunate death eater. With a quick pull, his head came clean off and Harry spun around brutally smashing his makeshift weapon into the face of another death eater, shattering the mask as well as his skull.

The other death eaters backed away in surprise and fear. They didn't even manage to realize what happened before they registered one of their own on the ground with his head bloodied and another collapsing with a fountain of blood shooting out of his headless neck.

Harry easily dodged past any of the spells the death eaters threw, quickly grabbing another and with speed no wizard had ever seen in another, unleashed a combination of punches that shattered the death eater's defenses, pulverizing his ribcage, and burst his heart. With Harry's explosive entrance, the death eaters were all of a sudden on the backfoot, their previous momentum stalled instantly.

The defending wizards could only watch, dumbfounded at this wizard's fighting style. Harry scoffed as he shoved his arm through the chest of another death eater, his hands closing around the still beating heart of the wizard in front of him. Using the death eater's now dead body as a shield on his arm, Harry bulldozed into another death eater, cratering the wall that he crashed into.

By this point, many of the death eaters had taken to fully backing away, before they realized that they were getting far too close to the duel between Voldemort and Dumbledore. None of them wanted to even attempt to grab their lord's attention during his duel, so they all turned to face this gray robed nightmare, drenched in blood with a dull red glow behind his black sunglasses.

Every one of the death eaters threw up magical shields as they saw their unnamed assailant raise a hand that was suddenly wreathed in white flames, only to reveal a silver barrel. Some of the death eaters blinked in disbelief behind their masks as they saw the wizard pull out a muggle gun of all things out the fire. One even let out a brazen laugh at the audacity. What was this? Were they facing some muggle? Magical shields did well to also deflect muggle firearm projectiles so they self-assuredly began to advance, not dropping their shields, knowing exactly what kind of speed and physical power this man had.

This all changed when Harry casually pointed the barrel of his S&W 500 revolver and with a bark, the barrel flashed and a death eater dropped to the ground, a bloody hole through his head.

The death eaters collectively froze when they registered that a muggle weapon had just bypassed their magical shields. They all began to shout and yell in fear as they spread out, ducking behind various forms of physical cover, throwing spells at Harry.

Of course, it was entirely useless as Harry easily sidestepped and dodged out of the way of their magic. Even worse for these terrified dark wizards, the man began to float above them, disabusing them of any notions that he was some kind of incredibly strong muggle. He easily saw above those hiding behind physical barriers and, swiveling in the air to avoid spellfire, picked off death eaters with a single shot each. Each time he used up the 6 shots in his gun, it glowed momentarily before he was easily able to fire upon them again.

As the death eaters were forced to realize they were being demolished, the wards their lord had thrown up had collapsed as well and the crack of auror reinforcements began to fill the air.

Noticing the very much decreased numbers of death eaters in the area, Voldemort howled in pure rage, throwing a hail of killing curses at Dumbledore.

His eyes widened and he quickly summoned a large slab of wood that had once been the store sign for Flourish & Blott's to block them all.

With Dumbledore's lapse in concentration of his attack on Voldemort, the Dark Lord, promptly disapparated away, calling his death eaters at Diagon Alley away with a signal to their dark marks.

After Voldemort's retreat, Dumbledore turned to survey the damage.

It was pure unadulterated chaos. Magical fires still burnt and there were so many craters in the pavement, and buildings. The bodies were the worst part, that and the stench of blood. The old wizard could only gaze on with a sorrowful look in his eye at the horrific casualties, death eater and innocent alike. It was when he saw the death eater's mutilated and brutalized bodies that he saw the tall man in gray robes, bathed in blood and gore, wearing sunglasses covering an ominous red glow where his eyes would've been.

"What have you done!?" Dumbledore bellowed, losing the kind grandfatherly tone and demeanor he usually adopted. He raised his wand at the man, approaching thunderously.

Harry only looked impassively, as though he had not just brutally slaughtered a bunch of wizards. "I helped you, I defended your aurors," he said calmly.

"You brutalized them! What you have done is barbaric!" Dumbledore thundered in response.

Harry rolled his eyes, "As if it was any less barbaric than throwing an entire fountain's worth of water like a boulder,"

The old headmaster could only glower at Harry's flippant attitude at the deaths he caused.

Dumbledore wouldn't admit it, but part of the reason he reacted so strongly to Harry's actions were partially out of fear. When he saw those twin glowing points behind the man's sunglasses, and the aura of around him, he felt a cold chill go through his spine.

"Regardless, death eaters have been recognized by the ICW as terrorists, officially. That means dead or alive, they will be stopped. I have done nothing illegal," Harry finished. His face was carefully blank, but Dumbledore could still tell that he was smug, and enjoyed one-upping him.

"Bellatrix, you must see reason here, this Jebediah Christoff must be detained and secured. He is far too dangerous to be allowed to roam amongst the populace of Wizarding Britain." Dumbledore explained patiently.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes at the old man and crossed her arms. She hated how he tried to insert himself into every situation and give his opinion, even when it was unneeded and unwanted. This was one of those times as she was the Head Auror of the DMLE, not Dumbledore. It was her decision whether or not to official arrest their American aid. Also, Jebediah was correct in that death eaters were official recognized terrorists by the ICW. He was well within the law when he killed the death eaters, even if he did in such a way that was brutal and inhumane.

"Dumbledore, for the last time, you won't persuade me on this matter. I don't know how many times I must tell you this, but we were losing the battle. If he hadn't stepped in when he did, we very well might have lost more people," Bellatrix retorted scathingly. Dumbledore opened his mouth to blather more, but Bellatrix continued, "We lost eleven aurors, eleven! We should be glad that he helped when he did. Look, this conversation is over, he was right when he said he didn't do anything illegal as well, we have no grounds to arrest him. Furthermore, the Prophet has taken to saying that he has saved the famous Potter family head and Black family head in a death eater attack, personally defeating 20 of them on his own. The public would be furious if we decided to try and arrest him,"

She sighed in exasperation, and promptly pushed past Dumbledore, tired of listening to his honeyed words and disguised suggestions.

Dumbledore could only frown in distaste as he watched Bellatrix storm out of her office, likely heading to one of her secure homes. She didn't understand, whatever that man had done to the poor death eaters was dark. All the mutilated bodies, all the stories that suggested that many of the deaths were caused by physical prowess, these observations pointed to some kind of dark ritual that boosted physical strength and agility. It was not unheard of, the original werewolves were created by a ritual completed through sacrifice, and werewolves were documented to have superhuman strength even without their canine form.

He could only hope that she would see the light, see his way. With a deep breath, Dumbledore walked out of the office into the floo, leading to Hogwarts. The new school year was beginning soon and he had to prepare for the students.

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End of Chapter 4

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