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Chapter 6
Harry groaned as he looked at the morning's paper, well he should have known, but still.
1 Truth of the Source of Magic
The article gave an overview of everything he'd said, then ended with something that caused Harry great amusement.
Mr. Harry Potter, the Royal Aaron who not five months ago saved the entire planet and everything on it, the only person ever to survive the Avada Kedavra killing curse ( twenty times as far as we know), the youngest Potions Master ever and one of the most powerful wizards alive today, otherwise known as the Thunder King or Lightning Lord for his unusual abilities with lightning, was the person who originally found the skull while rescuing muggle archeologists from a flood deep within a cave (and probably from the skull as well) has been heading up the research on the skull ever since. He is the only living person who can get anywhere near the skull and in sight of it without being horribly killed, though he has no idea why we're sure he's just being modest. As the examination of the source of magic continues he and the Order of the Phoenix's Special Projects Division, headed up by Zafira Nerelle, will keep us updated on what they have discovered. Mr. Potter also commented that while the runes found inside the chamber with the skull are of no known language he can read one of them, the other is still being deciphered. Yet he believes, from looking at what they have discovered so far, that once the other language can be decoded it may tell us the full story of Atlantis, which has baffled archeologists and researchers for centuries. Already thanks to his discoveries we know much more than ever before.
"Huh, pile on the compliments and glorified titles will they?" Harry growled, in half amusement half anger. Beside him Prof. McGonagal chuckled, Harry pretended not to hear.
"Have you really survived that curse twenty times?" Asked Grath Fort, a fourth year Hufflepuff who had stayed at Hogwarts over the summer. Harry thought on that for a moment *Well, once when I was a baby, twenty two times saving prof. Snape, since a full score of them shot it at once and then two more, one time on that patrol, twice during that attack on the Irish School, and once more…ah yes in the death eater roundup in China. 27…wow are they off by a bit! But I won't tell him that. *
"Yes, it's not enjoyable." Harry said a little shortly, Snape, owing Harry his life twenty two times for that and probably another two or three somewhere else along the way, was watching him carefully. Grath was staring at him with wide eyes.
"What's it feel like? Sandra Lilow asked eagerly, Harry stooped for a moment before forcing himself to continue eating.
"It is not pleasant." He said, suppressing a small shiver at the memory, the killing curse was worse that the cruciatus curse. It burned the skin right off his arms to deflect it, simply melted the flesh away, it was everything bad and cruel, sadness, spirits from the dead screaming in pain or calling you, blinding light, overpowering fear, aching joints, feeling like you were falling apart, exhaustion, tired to death, and unimaginable pain, every bad emotion possible to feel and huge amount so pain and fear, all rolled into a single blinding flash of death. "I couldn't really tell you anyway, deflecting it is a different feeling than dying from it."
"Why? What's it feel like to deflect it?" Tarra Mint asked him, all the students were watching him closely, as were the professors, Harry never told anyone about what it felt like, so they imagined it must be pretty painful. Harry gave a tiny shudder at the memory.
"Terrible, and it melts the flesh right off my arms." He said a little gruffly, getting up he picked up his paper and left the hall.
Harry had just arrived back at Hogwarts, during the school year it had been decided to move the skull and everything with it to Hogwarts, so it would be easier for Harry to work on it. And Hogwarts still was one of the safest places for something in the world. Harry had spent the day preparing a special chamber next to the chamber of secrets, which he, on his ancestor's request, was restoring. Once it had been a gym for students to use in the winter, back when fighting muggle styles was taught and physical fitness had meant more. Too many wizards and witches today were in shabby condition, using magic to help could only get you so far, and it wasn't good for you anyway. Harry was returning it to a gym. Complete with locker rooms and a running track, not to mention a rock-climbing wall up one wall and along the highly domed ceiling to the top. The statues of Salazar Slytherin that Voldemort had erected as tribute had been demolished, they weren't good likenesses anyway. A large chamber off to the side was part of the underground living quarters in case of an attack. Professor McGonagal had created a huge staircase leading down to the gym from a new corridor just outside the entrance hall. Harry's lab was hidden deep down under the castle, though still above the water table form the lake, it was infact near the small cave-dock where the row boats were kept, though it was inside and under the castle. One heavily protected door from it led to one of the small corridors off the entrance hall, the one closest to Gryffindor tower. The lab itself was protected by the most complicated and extreme enchantments anyone knew. Harry and Dumbledore and the staff had had great fun the evening before inventing them and setting them up. No one but those authorized could pass. Plus Harry had five extremely venomous serpents and a Tasmanian Hell Hound guarding it. A Tasmanian Hell Hound was a huge dark red dog with spines on its back and in its tail, spitting venom, breathing fire, poison in its claws, paws that burned you where they touched you, mesmeric blood red eyes that could knock you out of even kill you, and a breath spell that burned up the insides of your lungs. Very very rare, about eighty in existence, but with such a huge gene pool that it was okay they were almost indestructible, add on to all that some of the most acute senses of any creature alive and numerous special hidden traps and enchantments it was trained, and the snakes, to set off, and you've got a block even Voldemort couldn't pass.
After a half hour in the gym Harry stood and checked his watch, that phoenix egg should be hatching about now.
**
With a brief flash of lightning Harry appeared in his office at the Potter mansion. Just in time, the phoenix egg was rocking and glowing brilliantly. He took it out, knowing that such intense heat wasn't good while it was hatching, and set in on the bricks in front of the fireplace. A long jagged crack appeared, Harry reached forwards and carefully pealed off a small section of shell, wonder idly what phoenix eggshell could be good for. Inside a small wet reddish bird gave a chirp and ruffled its wings, pecking at the rest of the shell, which quickly fell away. Harry managed to get another slice before the phoenix burned the rest, as was the habit of their species.
"Hello little one," Harry said softly, placing pieces of pineapple in front of the chick, knowing from Miranda that phoenixes liked fruit a lot, though they were omnivorous. The little red and gold bird gobbled it up and chirped for more. Harry fed it until it was full and closed its eyes sleepily. Harry waited as it sat down in a duck-like fashion to snooze, then he lifted it carefully and placed it in a nest of deep gold cloth he'd made for it.
Tiger leaped up on Harry's shoulder and stuck his nose in Harry's ear, making him start.
"Hey Tiger, like the new addition to the menagerie?" The cat gave a tiny mew of approval and draped himself around Harry's shoulders. The timer on Harry's desk began to glow, time to go check on that potion to revive cruciatus curse victims.
Harry teleported to his labs, down in the cellar. Four caldrons stood around, two with fire lit under them. Harry wet to the largest and summoned a metal spoon, which he carefully dipped into it and drew out, allowing the orange and gold swirled mixture to slide off. It was almost as thin as water, but it should do the trick. Harry spooned some into a phial and walked over to the table, he'd gone to saint Mungo's over the summer and they'd given him blood samples from some of the patients. Harry spent the rest of the day in his lab, leaving every hour or so to check on his phoenix and sit beside it petting it for a while.
**
Harry arrived at Hogwarts around noon, his half grown phoenix Zarith perched on his shoulder. In a well-wrapped package under his arm was the skull. He'd teleported to the door just outside his lab, pausing to pat Duke the Tasmanian Hell Hound on the head as he passed, the huge dog nuzzled his hand before resuming his guard duty. Harry put the skull on the table in the center of the room. The pedestal was leaning against one wall, Harry went over to it and, using a small file, started to chip of pieces of the dried blood that filled the carved out ring in it. Some blood tests and he should be able to tell if the people who'd put their blood into the pedestal t make it work were infact related to the two who'd given their life-blood to create it. The morning paper had rerun the story he'd told and added that the Order of the Phoenix Special Projects Division was taking blood samples from anyone who cared to give them. A mirror on one wall gave him a view of the passageway outside, so he would know who was coming. Harry got the blood samples ready, he didn't have the know-how or equipment to examine them correctly here, he'd take them to the only wizard- run forensic lab over in the U.S. that afternoon. He looked around at Zarith, early on he'd figured out the phoenixes were immune to the skulls effect, Fawkes was sitting on the perch beside Zarith, the two were chatting away in phoenix tongue. Harry smiled and check the mirror, coming down the hall were Fred and George, each pushing a huge cart full of blood samples. Harry hurried out to meet them.
"Harry, how exactly do you plan to ever get done with all of these? There's five hundred per cart, another three carts coming in this evening." Fred said, pushing the cart over to Harry.
"I don't have to test all of them, what I'm looking for are other people who can withstand the skulls effects." Harry bent down to look it over, attached to each small phial was a tag with the person's name, age, blood type, origin, allergies, medications, diseases (including vampire, werewolf etc.) strange abilities. Harry took the carts and guided them down the passage into his lab. Looking the blood samples over he selected something interesting to start with, people with bee sting allergies. He took all of the blood samples into the storage room, took out the five from people with bee sting allergies and set them up on a tray. To each he added three drops of vampire bat saliva this caused the blood to turn blue as soon as the cells exploded and the saliva entered the cell. Harry sat down and took out some paper. On it he entered the information about each person, each on their own sheet, then he put a titanium lid over the entire thing and took them into the skull room, as he called it. He set them on the table and sat down, simultaneously he started his stopwatch and took off the lid. Instantly all five turned blue. Harry sighed, dutifully entered it on each new file and added them to the file holder he had set up. It had taken them .02 seconds, so they all went in the .02 folder, along with forty-six others he'd already tested. Already he had found that different people's blood reacted differently, and he couldn't figure out why some people's blood took 1.4 seconds, (the longest) while others took .02 (the shortest and most common)
By noon Harry had used blood samples form people with diabetes, asthma, cancer, anorexia, insomnia, and AIDS, one hundred and seventy in all. He went down to the great hall to eat with everyone else, Belle his owl had taken the blood samples from the pedestal to the lab, which was called LMF, Laboratory of Magical Forensics.
"Good afternoon Harry, how's it going?" Harry was tempted to just glare at Albus for his cheery tone.
"Good, 221 done. Urgh! No success yet."
"Any new records?" McGonagal asked him; Harry could tell that this would be a question asked at every meal form now on.
"Yeah, Charlie Weasley with 3 seconds."
"That's nearly double the last one. Getting better." She said enthusiastically.
"Will you be there all afternoon?" Draco asked, probably wondering if Harry would join the rest in Quidditch.
"Yes, and there are 1,500 more samples coming in tonight. People are only too happy to give blood. It's interesting, if their blood, for a reason I have yet to discover, survives the test, will they be so happy as to help out testing others blood? Not likely. It would be nice if I knew exactly what makes it possible for me to survive the skull unharmed…as yet, and others can't stand it for even half a second." There were nods around the table and suggestions about how that happened, Harry explained them all away, having thought of them before. Contrary to what he'd said he didn't intend to stay the rest of the day in the lab, he'd go flying for an hour or so with Zarith to help the young Phoenix develop his flying abilities and strength.
Harry was in his lab; it was two weeks until school started, when the news came in. Attack on the Falkland islands off the coast of South America 629 dead or missing, the fighting was far from over, the dark lord's army was set on invading the islands full force. Voldemort had made himself known to the muggles, now what were they going to do? So far all those outside the attack zones didn't know about magic, but those inside did. To keep it from getting out the ministries of South America were keeping a news blackout of sorts that monitored everything sent out, everything. Hearing this Harry left with the Orange patrol for the islands to do what he could.
**
They arrived in a base camp of the Order's Sirius had assembled twenty people to meet them.
"Harry do you think you could give them control over an element for the battle?" Sirius asked him, he looked energized, despite having been fighting for nearly eight hours.
"It wouldn't be completely control, there are complications in giving anyone that."
"Those would be?"
"Well for one thing it would be impossible for an order agent, for me to give them the ability 1: I have to trust them completely, 2: they have to trust me in everything, 3: I will be able to control what they do with the power, 4: it would be practically impossible for them to feel any loyalty to anyone except me, it's a sort of master-servant thing, only I give them the power, and my loyalty, but they would be under my control. I wouldn't even need to use my Voice Power to make them do just about anything. I will not do that to someone Sirius; therefore I'm keeping it at temporary control. Ten hours is the most I can possibly do." Sirius looked shocked, utterly shocked at this knowledge. But he did seem to understand.
"Alright, does that have any affects on them?"
"Once they have the power it'll be impossible for them to captured, I can teleport them to wherever I am with a snap of my fingers, but they shouldn't go getting themselves captured just because of that. I'll be able to tell what they're using the power for, but not control it, and I'll know where they are at all times until it wares off." Sirius waited for his agents response to this.
"Alright, lets go." Harry accompanied Sirius to where they were he recognized them as members of the Copper, Red and Bronze patrols, the gold wouldn't get here for another two hours.
"Alright, you'd best sit down." Harry said, the first person, a Copper patrol agent named Rally, sat down cross-legged, Harry knelt and pressed his palm to her forehead. He search within himself and found the power, dormant in him, which came alive as soon as he told it to enter another. He touched it to her power and let an amount of be drawn in, then snapped off the link. Rally shuddered and twitched, he removed his palm, and on her forehead was the rune for fire. He went through this process with all the others, at the end Harry felt drained, and empty shell, and tired, he could sense each person's exact location, he looked around and found the portkey shed where he took a portkey to the other end of the next island over, where evacuations just weren't going quick enough.
Terrified muggles were everywhere; running around screaming in panic an evacuation program had been set up by the Chile ministry. The order agents were doing their best to keep the advancing forces away, but they were terribly outnumbered. The muggles were being taken by portkey to the mainland, where their memories were modified into believing that some helpful group of people had fought with the attackers and taken them by plane and boat to the mainland. The blackouts extended even to satellites, so no muggles could say this wasn't true. For the next three days everything that came from the Falkland Isles and most of South America would be under strict control by the ministries and Order.
Harry attacked on his own into a group of death eaters. Hurling lightning he leaped down form a roof top into their midst. Angry yells sounded around him.
"Crucio!" Harry dodged the curse and hit the man with a skinning curse.
Avada Kedavra!" He flipped backwards. "Damn it get that little brat!"
"Shieldahi!" A huge gold shield enveloped him, "Freezius!" Two death eaters down.
"Sarafit!" The contorting curse bounced back, the man was twisted about until both his arms broke.
"Rahimvar!" Another fell screaming the flesh was ripped off his left hand. Harry tied four up with ropes and stunned them, gathering their wands he turned in time to see a group of death eaters running at him. Harry pulled a small crystal jar form his pocket and hurled it. It hit the street and exploded with a blast that opened a twenty foot wide crater in the ground choking smoke that choked the victim until they were unconscious billowed out, filling the air, Harry ran away and around some buildings, pausing to body bind another two death eaters. He called up a storm and lightning lashed, down, Harry felt a coldness creep into his mind, dementors. He whirled around quickly, knowing already that he was surrounded.
Chapter 6
Harry groaned as he looked at the morning's paper, well he should have known, but still.
1 Truth of the Source of Magic
The article gave an overview of everything he'd said, then ended with something that caused Harry great amusement.
Mr. Harry Potter, the Royal Aaron who not five months ago saved the entire planet and everything on it, the only person ever to survive the Avada Kedavra killing curse ( twenty times as far as we know), the youngest Potions Master ever and one of the most powerful wizards alive today, otherwise known as the Thunder King or Lightning Lord for his unusual abilities with lightning, was the person who originally found the skull while rescuing muggle archeologists from a flood deep within a cave (and probably from the skull as well) has been heading up the research on the skull ever since. He is the only living person who can get anywhere near the skull and in sight of it without being horribly killed, though he has no idea why we're sure he's just being modest. As the examination of the source of magic continues he and the Order of the Phoenix's Special Projects Division, headed up by Zafira Nerelle, will keep us updated on what they have discovered. Mr. Potter also commented that while the runes found inside the chamber with the skull are of no known language he can read one of them, the other is still being deciphered. Yet he believes, from looking at what they have discovered so far, that once the other language can be decoded it may tell us the full story of Atlantis, which has baffled archeologists and researchers for centuries. Already thanks to his discoveries we know much more than ever before.
"Huh, pile on the compliments and glorified titles will they?" Harry growled, in half amusement half anger. Beside him Prof. McGonagal chuckled, Harry pretended not to hear.
"Have you really survived that curse twenty times?" Asked Grath Fort, a fourth year Hufflepuff who had stayed at Hogwarts over the summer. Harry thought on that for a moment *Well, once when I was a baby, twenty two times saving prof. Snape, since a full score of them shot it at once and then two more, one time on that patrol, twice during that attack on the Irish School, and once more…ah yes in the death eater roundup in China. 27…wow are they off by a bit! But I won't tell him that. *
"Yes, it's not enjoyable." Harry said a little shortly, Snape, owing Harry his life twenty two times for that and probably another two or three somewhere else along the way, was watching him carefully. Grath was staring at him with wide eyes.
"What's it feel like? Sandra Lilow asked eagerly, Harry stooped for a moment before forcing himself to continue eating.
"It is not pleasant." He said, suppressing a small shiver at the memory, the killing curse was worse that the cruciatus curse. It burned the skin right off his arms to deflect it, simply melted the flesh away, it was everything bad and cruel, sadness, spirits from the dead screaming in pain or calling you, blinding light, overpowering fear, aching joints, feeling like you were falling apart, exhaustion, tired to death, and unimaginable pain, every bad emotion possible to feel and huge amount so pain and fear, all rolled into a single blinding flash of death. "I couldn't really tell you anyway, deflecting it is a different feeling than dying from it."
"Why? What's it feel like to deflect it?" Tarra Mint asked him, all the students were watching him closely, as were the professors, Harry never told anyone about what it felt like, so they imagined it must be pretty painful. Harry gave a tiny shudder at the memory.
"Terrible, and it melts the flesh right off my arms." He said a little gruffly, getting up he picked up his paper and left the hall.
Harry had just arrived back at Hogwarts, during the school year it had been decided to move the skull and everything with it to Hogwarts, so it would be easier for Harry to work on it. And Hogwarts still was one of the safest places for something in the world. Harry had spent the day preparing a special chamber next to the chamber of secrets, which he, on his ancestor's request, was restoring. Once it had been a gym for students to use in the winter, back when fighting muggle styles was taught and physical fitness had meant more. Too many wizards and witches today were in shabby condition, using magic to help could only get you so far, and it wasn't good for you anyway. Harry was returning it to a gym. Complete with locker rooms and a running track, not to mention a rock-climbing wall up one wall and along the highly domed ceiling to the top. The statues of Salazar Slytherin that Voldemort had erected as tribute had been demolished, they weren't good likenesses anyway. A large chamber off to the side was part of the underground living quarters in case of an attack. Professor McGonagal had created a huge staircase leading down to the gym from a new corridor just outside the entrance hall. Harry's lab was hidden deep down under the castle, though still above the water table form the lake, it was infact near the small cave-dock where the row boats were kept, though it was inside and under the castle. One heavily protected door from it led to one of the small corridors off the entrance hall, the one closest to Gryffindor tower. The lab itself was protected by the most complicated and extreme enchantments anyone knew. Harry and Dumbledore and the staff had had great fun the evening before inventing them and setting them up. No one but those authorized could pass. Plus Harry had five extremely venomous serpents and a Tasmanian Hell Hound guarding it. A Tasmanian Hell Hound was a huge dark red dog with spines on its back and in its tail, spitting venom, breathing fire, poison in its claws, paws that burned you where they touched you, mesmeric blood red eyes that could knock you out of even kill you, and a breath spell that burned up the insides of your lungs. Very very rare, about eighty in existence, but with such a huge gene pool that it was okay they were almost indestructible, add on to all that some of the most acute senses of any creature alive and numerous special hidden traps and enchantments it was trained, and the snakes, to set off, and you've got a block even Voldemort couldn't pass.
After a half hour in the gym Harry stood and checked his watch, that phoenix egg should be hatching about now.
**
With a brief flash of lightning Harry appeared in his office at the Potter mansion. Just in time, the phoenix egg was rocking and glowing brilliantly. He took it out, knowing that such intense heat wasn't good while it was hatching, and set in on the bricks in front of the fireplace. A long jagged crack appeared, Harry reached forwards and carefully pealed off a small section of shell, wonder idly what phoenix eggshell could be good for. Inside a small wet reddish bird gave a chirp and ruffled its wings, pecking at the rest of the shell, which quickly fell away. Harry managed to get another slice before the phoenix burned the rest, as was the habit of their species.
"Hello little one," Harry said softly, placing pieces of pineapple in front of the chick, knowing from Miranda that phoenixes liked fruit a lot, though they were omnivorous. The little red and gold bird gobbled it up and chirped for more. Harry fed it until it was full and closed its eyes sleepily. Harry waited as it sat down in a duck-like fashion to snooze, then he lifted it carefully and placed it in a nest of deep gold cloth he'd made for it.
Tiger leaped up on Harry's shoulder and stuck his nose in Harry's ear, making him start.
"Hey Tiger, like the new addition to the menagerie?" The cat gave a tiny mew of approval and draped himself around Harry's shoulders. The timer on Harry's desk began to glow, time to go check on that potion to revive cruciatus curse victims.
Harry teleported to his labs, down in the cellar. Four caldrons stood around, two with fire lit under them. Harry wet to the largest and summoned a metal spoon, which he carefully dipped into it and drew out, allowing the orange and gold swirled mixture to slide off. It was almost as thin as water, but it should do the trick. Harry spooned some into a phial and walked over to the table, he'd gone to saint Mungo's over the summer and they'd given him blood samples from some of the patients. Harry spent the rest of the day in his lab, leaving every hour or so to check on his phoenix and sit beside it petting it for a while.
**
Harry arrived at Hogwarts around noon, his half grown phoenix Zarith perched on his shoulder. In a well-wrapped package under his arm was the skull. He'd teleported to the door just outside his lab, pausing to pat Duke the Tasmanian Hell Hound on the head as he passed, the huge dog nuzzled his hand before resuming his guard duty. Harry put the skull on the table in the center of the room. The pedestal was leaning against one wall, Harry went over to it and, using a small file, started to chip of pieces of the dried blood that filled the carved out ring in it. Some blood tests and he should be able to tell if the people who'd put their blood into the pedestal t make it work were infact related to the two who'd given their life-blood to create it. The morning paper had rerun the story he'd told and added that the Order of the Phoenix Special Projects Division was taking blood samples from anyone who cared to give them. A mirror on one wall gave him a view of the passageway outside, so he would know who was coming. Harry got the blood samples ready, he didn't have the know-how or equipment to examine them correctly here, he'd take them to the only wizard- run forensic lab over in the U.S. that afternoon. He looked around at Zarith, early on he'd figured out the phoenixes were immune to the skulls effect, Fawkes was sitting on the perch beside Zarith, the two were chatting away in phoenix tongue. Harry smiled and check the mirror, coming down the hall were Fred and George, each pushing a huge cart full of blood samples. Harry hurried out to meet them.
"Harry, how exactly do you plan to ever get done with all of these? There's five hundred per cart, another three carts coming in this evening." Fred said, pushing the cart over to Harry.
"I don't have to test all of them, what I'm looking for are other people who can withstand the skulls effects." Harry bent down to look it over, attached to each small phial was a tag with the person's name, age, blood type, origin, allergies, medications, diseases (including vampire, werewolf etc.) strange abilities. Harry took the carts and guided them down the passage into his lab. Looking the blood samples over he selected something interesting to start with, people with bee sting allergies. He took all of the blood samples into the storage room, took out the five from people with bee sting allergies and set them up on a tray. To each he added three drops of vampire bat saliva this caused the blood to turn blue as soon as the cells exploded and the saliva entered the cell. Harry sat down and took out some paper. On it he entered the information about each person, each on their own sheet, then he put a titanium lid over the entire thing and took them into the skull room, as he called it. He set them on the table and sat down, simultaneously he started his stopwatch and took off the lid. Instantly all five turned blue. Harry sighed, dutifully entered it on each new file and added them to the file holder he had set up. It had taken them .02 seconds, so they all went in the .02 folder, along with forty-six others he'd already tested. Already he had found that different people's blood reacted differently, and he couldn't figure out why some people's blood took 1.4 seconds, (the longest) while others took .02 (the shortest and most common)
By noon Harry had used blood samples form people with diabetes, asthma, cancer, anorexia, insomnia, and AIDS, one hundred and seventy in all. He went down to the great hall to eat with everyone else, Belle his owl had taken the blood samples from the pedestal to the lab, which was called LMF, Laboratory of Magical Forensics.
"Good afternoon Harry, how's it going?" Harry was tempted to just glare at Albus for his cheery tone.
"Good, 221 done. Urgh! No success yet."
"Any new records?" McGonagal asked him; Harry could tell that this would be a question asked at every meal form now on.
"Yeah, Charlie Weasley with 3 seconds."
"That's nearly double the last one. Getting better." She said enthusiastically.
"Will you be there all afternoon?" Draco asked, probably wondering if Harry would join the rest in Quidditch.
"Yes, and there are 1,500 more samples coming in tonight. People are only too happy to give blood. It's interesting, if their blood, for a reason I have yet to discover, survives the test, will they be so happy as to help out testing others blood? Not likely. It would be nice if I knew exactly what makes it possible for me to survive the skull unharmed…as yet, and others can't stand it for even half a second." There were nods around the table and suggestions about how that happened, Harry explained them all away, having thought of them before. Contrary to what he'd said he didn't intend to stay the rest of the day in the lab, he'd go flying for an hour or so with Zarith to help the young Phoenix develop his flying abilities and strength.
Harry was in his lab; it was two weeks until school started, when the news came in. Attack on the Falkland islands off the coast of South America 629 dead or missing, the fighting was far from over, the dark lord's army was set on invading the islands full force. Voldemort had made himself known to the muggles, now what were they going to do? So far all those outside the attack zones didn't know about magic, but those inside did. To keep it from getting out the ministries of South America were keeping a news blackout of sorts that monitored everything sent out, everything. Hearing this Harry left with the Orange patrol for the islands to do what he could.
**
They arrived in a base camp of the Order's Sirius had assembled twenty people to meet them.
"Harry do you think you could give them control over an element for the battle?" Sirius asked him, he looked energized, despite having been fighting for nearly eight hours.
"It wouldn't be completely control, there are complications in giving anyone that."
"Those would be?"
"Well for one thing it would be impossible for an order agent, for me to give them the ability 1: I have to trust them completely, 2: they have to trust me in everything, 3: I will be able to control what they do with the power, 4: it would be practically impossible for them to feel any loyalty to anyone except me, it's a sort of master-servant thing, only I give them the power, and my loyalty, but they would be under my control. I wouldn't even need to use my Voice Power to make them do just about anything. I will not do that to someone Sirius; therefore I'm keeping it at temporary control. Ten hours is the most I can possibly do." Sirius looked shocked, utterly shocked at this knowledge. But he did seem to understand.
"Alright, does that have any affects on them?"
"Once they have the power it'll be impossible for them to captured, I can teleport them to wherever I am with a snap of my fingers, but they shouldn't go getting themselves captured just because of that. I'll be able to tell what they're using the power for, but not control it, and I'll know where they are at all times until it wares off." Sirius waited for his agents response to this.
"Alright, lets go." Harry accompanied Sirius to where they were he recognized them as members of the Copper, Red and Bronze patrols, the gold wouldn't get here for another two hours.
"Alright, you'd best sit down." Harry said, the first person, a Copper patrol agent named Rally, sat down cross-legged, Harry knelt and pressed his palm to her forehead. He search within himself and found the power, dormant in him, which came alive as soon as he told it to enter another. He touched it to her power and let an amount of be drawn in, then snapped off the link. Rally shuddered and twitched, he removed his palm, and on her forehead was the rune for fire. He went through this process with all the others, at the end Harry felt drained, and empty shell, and tired, he could sense each person's exact location, he looked around and found the portkey shed where he took a portkey to the other end of the next island over, where evacuations just weren't going quick enough.
Terrified muggles were everywhere; running around screaming in panic an evacuation program had been set up by the Chile ministry. The order agents were doing their best to keep the advancing forces away, but they were terribly outnumbered. The muggles were being taken by portkey to the mainland, where their memories were modified into believing that some helpful group of people had fought with the attackers and taken them by plane and boat to the mainland. The blackouts extended even to satellites, so no muggles could say this wasn't true. For the next three days everything that came from the Falkland Isles and most of South America would be under strict control by the ministries and Order.
Harry attacked on his own into a group of death eaters. Hurling lightning he leaped down form a roof top into their midst. Angry yells sounded around him.
"Crucio!" Harry dodged the curse and hit the man with a skinning curse.
Avada Kedavra!" He flipped backwards. "Damn it get that little brat!"
"Shieldahi!" A huge gold shield enveloped him, "Freezius!" Two death eaters down.
"Sarafit!" The contorting curse bounced back, the man was twisted about until both his arms broke.
"Rahimvar!" Another fell screaming the flesh was ripped off his left hand. Harry tied four up with ropes and stunned them, gathering their wands he turned in time to see a group of death eaters running at him. Harry pulled a small crystal jar form his pocket and hurled it. It hit the street and exploded with a blast that opened a twenty foot wide crater in the ground choking smoke that choked the victim until they were unconscious billowed out, filling the air, Harry ran away and around some buildings, pausing to body bind another two death eaters. He called up a storm and lightning lashed, down, Harry felt a coldness creep into his mind, dementors. He whirled around quickly, knowing already that he was surrounded.