He tore his gaze away from the two hiding behind the red car. What he saw
next, while expected, was a strange sight.
In the street of muggle London stood Death Eaters, mountain trolls, vampires, and some strange little creatures. Thankfully no dementors -though there were few left these days.
Not to mention a disapparation barrier; But then again, he expected that.
"Well, looks like you are surrounded," a cold voice mentioned.
"That's a fair assessment."
"Either come with us or we will take our revenge. Dead *or* alive was the command." He could hear the hostility. Apparently he'd pissed them off by killing their friends.
"Sorry, but I don't feel like either option." As one of them laughed he wandlessly put up a shield.
As energy draining as it was, there were too many Death Eaters for him to duck everything that would be thrown at him
A curse was fired at him. It rebounded. He gave a dramatic shrug.
The Death Eaters decided to let the trolls at him. 'Great.'
The nearest swung at him and he ducked. He noted a few of the muggles who were still lying on the ground, and decided to take the fight away from them.
He needed a moment to accomplish something, something that would definitely focus all attention on him. The trolls, however, weren't giving him one. He ducked a club; He sidestepped one the dark blue creatures. It flew past right past him.
He pursed his lips and ran for it, transforming as he went. He grew larger, and larger still. It is a strange sensation, transformation while you are moving. As his clawed feet still pounded down the street, his wings extended.
Soon a creature, somewhat like an abnormally large bird, was flying above the street. Scales formed white and gold streaks, with hints of red here and there. His shriek echoed down the street.
He arced around, over buildings.
He could see people in the windows watching.
He put his flames to use.
The trolls went down in flames.
Harry didn't stop there, he started in on the Death Eaters. He could feel stings from the spells they were throwing at him; He had to swerve to avoid the killing curse.
He was just too big to avoid so many spells, so he had to transform. He transformed as he flew, heading for the two hiding behind the car. He landed behind them, landing somewhat ungracefully, now human.
"Hi."
They looked at him like he was insane. As he picked himself off the ground Sirius started cursing the Death Eaters that was storming in their direction.
At least six of them had the same shield the Malfoy had had. They started using the killing curse in time to pick off two of them.
"Shit!" Exclaimed his younger self, ducking one of the creatures, which had leaped at him.
Harry reset his shield and let the Death Eaters hit him with the killing curse, which just rebounded. This made them pause long enough for Sirius to punch one of them, who followed suit. For some reason, it disturbed people that he could block the unblockable.
His younger self was grappling with a Death Eater, who, it seemed, also had some knowledge of martial arts.
He quickly kicked a Death Eater approaching on his left, following with another well aimed blow. The man collapsed, gasping. The last one had a sword, and attempted to use it.
Harry jumped back to avoid a slash, then kicked it out of the other's hand. He punched, twice, and the man collapsed.
Then he drew his wand petrified the creature that was flying at Sirius. The younger Harry was removing his knife from one of the creatures.
Sirius and Harry looked at him. They didn't really know what to say. He noted that muggles were starting to appear, down the street, at the doorways.
"Don't you think something should be down about them?" he asked, gesturing to the muggles.
"The MoM should get here soon." Said Sirius
"Not with the disapparation barrier." He replied.
"The d- When did they do that?"
"When I got here." He started walking towards Avery who was on the ground, clutching his arm, barely conscious.
"So you're the man whose been beating up Death Eaters?"
He shoved Avery over and reached into a pocket. "Yes, I have been beating up Death Eaters." Admitting little. "Seems I pissed them off and they felt the need to ambush me."
He pulled something out. It was a glass sphere, full of red and orange, energy visibly rolling around. Sirius whistled.
"What is that?" Asked his younger self.
"This is what they tied the barrier to. Pretty impressive piece of magic if I do say so. But then, it is Voldemort." His younger self looked at him curiously. Few dared to say the name.
He held out his hand with the device in front of him, and stared at it for a long moment. The other two watched as it sparked then crumbled.
"I'm one of the few members of the Dark Force Defense League that is useful and not otherwise occupied."
As soon as it did, Aurors and obliviators began to apparate in.
He smiled broadly at Sirius and shook his hand. "Nice to see you, Sirius Black," he said, just remembering to add the last name.
The other man started, still not completely used to his freedom -not that everyone was exactly accepting of his innocence anyway. He was also supposedly in disguise. He countered with, "You are-"
He merely looked at his younger self and shook his own hand. "Harry Potter." He smiled at his own small twist of the truth.
"Sir." Green eyes, a twin to his own, pierced him.
Then he disapperated.
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Ah, yet more chapters where I dance around the revelation of the older Harry.
In the street of muggle London stood Death Eaters, mountain trolls, vampires, and some strange little creatures. Thankfully no dementors -though there were few left these days.
Not to mention a disapparation barrier; But then again, he expected that.
"Well, looks like you are surrounded," a cold voice mentioned.
"That's a fair assessment."
"Either come with us or we will take our revenge. Dead *or* alive was the command." He could hear the hostility. Apparently he'd pissed them off by killing their friends.
"Sorry, but I don't feel like either option." As one of them laughed he wandlessly put up a shield.
As energy draining as it was, there were too many Death Eaters for him to duck everything that would be thrown at him
A curse was fired at him. It rebounded. He gave a dramatic shrug.
The Death Eaters decided to let the trolls at him. 'Great.'
The nearest swung at him and he ducked. He noted a few of the muggles who were still lying on the ground, and decided to take the fight away from them.
He needed a moment to accomplish something, something that would definitely focus all attention on him. The trolls, however, weren't giving him one. He ducked a club; He sidestepped one the dark blue creatures. It flew past right past him.
He pursed his lips and ran for it, transforming as he went. He grew larger, and larger still. It is a strange sensation, transformation while you are moving. As his clawed feet still pounded down the street, his wings extended.
Soon a creature, somewhat like an abnormally large bird, was flying above the street. Scales formed white and gold streaks, with hints of red here and there. His shriek echoed down the street.
He arced around, over buildings.
He could see people in the windows watching.
He put his flames to use.
The trolls went down in flames.
Harry didn't stop there, he started in on the Death Eaters. He could feel stings from the spells they were throwing at him; He had to swerve to avoid the killing curse.
He was just too big to avoid so many spells, so he had to transform. He transformed as he flew, heading for the two hiding behind the car. He landed behind them, landing somewhat ungracefully, now human.
"Hi."
They looked at him like he was insane. As he picked himself off the ground Sirius started cursing the Death Eaters that was storming in their direction.
At least six of them had the same shield the Malfoy had had. They started using the killing curse in time to pick off two of them.
"Shit!" Exclaimed his younger self, ducking one of the creatures, which had leaped at him.
Harry reset his shield and let the Death Eaters hit him with the killing curse, which just rebounded. This made them pause long enough for Sirius to punch one of them, who followed suit. For some reason, it disturbed people that he could block the unblockable.
His younger self was grappling with a Death Eater, who, it seemed, also had some knowledge of martial arts.
He quickly kicked a Death Eater approaching on his left, following with another well aimed blow. The man collapsed, gasping. The last one had a sword, and attempted to use it.
Harry jumped back to avoid a slash, then kicked it out of the other's hand. He punched, twice, and the man collapsed.
Then he drew his wand petrified the creature that was flying at Sirius. The younger Harry was removing his knife from one of the creatures.
Sirius and Harry looked at him. They didn't really know what to say. He noted that muggles were starting to appear, down the street, at the doorways.
"Don't you think something should be down about them?" he asked, gesturing to the muggles.
"The MoM should get here soon." Said Sirius
"Not with the disapparation barrier." He replied.
"The d- When did they do that?"
"When I got here." He started walking towards Avery who was on the ground, clutching his arm, barely conscious.
"So you're the man whose been beating up Death Eaters?"
He shoved Avery over and reached into a pocket. "Yes, I have been beating up Death Eaters." Admitting little. "Seems I pissed them off and they felt the need to ambush me."
He pulled something out. It was a glass sphere, full of red and orange, energy visibly rolling around. Sirius whistled.
"What is that?" Asked his younger self.
"This is what they tied the barrier to. Pretty impressive piece of magic if I do say so. But then, it is Voldemort." His younger self looked at him curiously. Few dared to say the name.
He held out his hand with the device in front of him, and stared at it for a long moment. The other two watched as it sparked then crumbled.
"I'm one of the few members of the Dark Force Defense League that is useful and not otherwise occupied."
As soon as it did, Aurors and obliviators began to apparate in.
He smiled broadly at Sirius and shook his hand. "Nice to see you, Sirius Black," he said, just remembering to add the last name.
The other man started, still not completely used to his freedom -not that everyone was exactly accepting of his innocence anyway. He was also supposedly in disguise. He countered with, "You are-"
He merely looked at his younger self and shook his own hand. "Harry Potter." He smiled at his own small twist of the truth.
"Sir." Green eyes, a twin to his own, pierced him.
Then he disapperated.
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Ah, yet more chapters where I dance around the revelation of the older Harry.
