Guest chapter 4
Disclaimer : Harry Potter isn't mine and neither is Slayers and I write this story for my own entertainment and for those who would read it (especially those readers who review once in a while). I get no money, not a dime or even a knut for my diligent work so suing me is rather pointless.
Note: I decided that Ron wouldn't get a whole chapter for himself, he will merely get a flash back sequence when the trio rejoins.
Guest Chapter 4 : Black
Hermione woke up to find Harry's face inches above her own. She was a bit startled by the position it put her in at first and then started studying his sleeping features. Even in his sleep he had an intense aura of barely repressed power. Anyone could fell it to some degree, the last summer, when he had been angry, it was almost visible for all to see. She knew some people, like Fudge, were afraid of Harry because this aura could magnetise people and they followed their lead. Harry, whether he wanted to or not, was simply a natural born leader.
The second thing she noted was the hair, so messy and even messier in the morning it seemed. It added to the charm of the young man, giving a roguish look. Then came the features of his whole face, he had changed over the years, his time at Hogwarts had actually given him the opportunity to gain weight and grow. Quidditch had also given him, Hermione was quite sure, a tone muscled frame. Her eyes then briefly trailed to his scar, the bane of his existence. She knew it was the one thing he cursed more then anything else about himself. Finaly, her eyes came to rest upon his emerald green eyes which were looking at her right this moment. . .
'Why is Harry looking at me like that? It's as though I'm breakfast.' She briefly thought as a blush came to her cheeks. 'And why does it seem I wouldn't mind if I was? Get a grip of yourself Hermione, this is Harry.'
Harry woke up again to the most pleasant sight in the world. Hermione was right under him, a couple of inches from his own face and looking at his face. He looked at her and a thought came to his mind suddenly. A single word. 'Mine!'. It seemed kind of fitting in a way, and in another it was simply stupid. He couldn't own someone. Hermione looked directly into his eyes just as he did the same for hers. Both trying to bore hole within the others head it seemed. Their faces started drawing closer and closer until. . .
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Hermione's alarm clock decided to make it's presence known to the world. She punched the snooze in frustration as Harry put on some clothes under his blankets. The clock read ten to six and his training with moody started in ten minutes. Harry cursed the infernal device under his breath while Hermione fell back onto her bedding.
"Are you coming to training Hermione? It starts in ten minutes." Harry asked her.
"I'll come and watch in a couple Harry, go and don't be late now." She almost sounded as though she was scolding.
"Yes dear." Harry said jokingly. Hermione's reaction to those words was unexpected to her, even with the joking tone it shot tingle down her spine that Harry never saw as his back was turned to her.
Harry found moody in the backyard. The retired auror looked at his new pupil through his bowler hat with his magical eye.
"Stupefy!" He yelled, to which Harry simply moved aside as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Good reflexes Potter, you should have drawn your wand though! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody called.
"Look behind you, my window." Harry said with a smile. The man's eye turned to see Hermione with her wand pointed to the man.
"You are better then I thought Potter, you actually managed to surprise me there." Moody smiled like a predator with a prey. "I might be able to make one of the best out of you Potter! You only have to know about CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody motioned for Harry to follow him to the shed in the Dursley's backyard. Harry followed his trainer and found himself in front of a large manor.
"This training exercice is simple Potter, you get in the house and blast the bad guys while not touching the good ones. There will be live shots in there and only the unforgivables will not do what they are supposed to do, you'll just fall unconscious. Every missed target is 10 push-ups, 20 squats and 30 sit ups. Every civilian or allied casualty is 100 push-ups, 300 squats and 500 sit ups and I'm feeling generous. Now get in there and CONSTANT VIGILENCE!" Moody instructed like a drill sergeant, which he was at the moment, and Harry obeyed.
Harry started by casting a dissilutionnement charm on himself blending in with the background. He then used a zoned version of the silencing charm to reduce to zero the sound he did while walking and finally he used another disilutionnement charm on his shadow to make it invisible unless you looked specifically for it. Moody could still see him and Harry knew that, but the grin on his face showed his approval. Harry ran to the house and tried to find an opened window. He considered blasting his way through with a fireball but decided to do otherwise just in case there were allies nearby. Harry opened a window as silently as possible and got inside the house.
Hermione got into the shed and found Moody looking at a mirror.
"Well Granger, you want to see the show I presume?" Moody asked her as his mobile eye turned towards her. Hermione nooded and settled in front of the mirror.
"Where is Harry? I can't see him!" She asked the man.
"He's there alright, disillusioned, his footsteps silenced and he even thought about his shadow. He just forgot about his own wand." Moody was still grinning. "A beginer's mistake but a minor one. I'll just have him do push-ups for that. It's starting." Moody silenced her question before she could ask it.
In the mirror, Harry's wand was in the middle of a crossfire. He wasn't there himself and he knocked the living dummies down one by one before he reclaimed his wand. His plan had worked out nicely as he appeared to reclaim his weapon.
"By Merlin's beard! Quite a nice trap he had right there, those who can do wandless magic at will are rare and that was quite an efficient use of it." Moody exclaimed with a small bit of respect coming through his voice.
Harry put his wand back in his holster and started advancing inside the house, going room by room and knocking the dummies that shot at him one by one with a wave of his hand and blocking their curses with a simple protection barrier. When he moved to the higher level, the attacks intensified but he still knocked down every dummy on the floor except the few which didn't attack him. It started getting complicated on the third floor as he was bushed by four green flashes which all passed around him without causing harm. The attacks were getting intense and Harry could spot some dummies aiming at his supposed enemies.
"What's the situation?" He asked the nearest one which surprisingly answered him.
"Five hostiles, one injured. Three of us and one unable to fight sir!" The dummy was wearing an old hit wizard uniform as it shot spells. Harry being an auror, even in training, had the basic authority of command in this situation. He nooded and shot a couple of stunners at his adversaries. Two went down and three remained.
"They have an hostage on the floor over us sir." The hit wizard dummy informed Harry who swore under his breath.
"Alright, I'll get rid of those guys in a second. You cover me, I'll take them down by surprise." Harry didn't explain his plan but his allies obeyed without question.
"Accio! Couch!" The enemies had been hiding behind the said furniture and were easy prey for the attacks of Harry and his allies. The floor was clean and the stairs behind the enemy position.
"You're in charge of this area, I'm going to free the hostages. Make sure there are no hostiles left or capable of getting free." Harry instructed the dummy.
"Yes sir!" The dummy saluted and went to tie up the other fallen dummies. Tucked his wand in his holster and got up the stairs carefully. At the top was a sight which made his blood boil. Hermione was tied up to a chair with a piece of duck tape over her mouth. Right next to her, Moody was holding his wand to her temple.
"You're better then I expected Potter, only a veteran would think of making sure the dummies wouldn't get up. But now you have an hostage situation. . .what will you do Potter? Throw your wand to my feet or try to get me and risk your friend?" Moody asked. Harry didn't think about it twice. He threw his wand at Moody's feet and waited for the banter.
"You lose Potter." He pointed his wand at Harry and at that second, the boy who lived went into motion. With reflexes born of his Quidditch practices and the training he had received with Gourry in his dream he closed the distance between himself and Moody while he dodged the spell to disable him and shot his hand outwards. And touched Moody's face almost gently.
"You lose sir SLEEPING!" The sleep curse hit the wizard who fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground. "Are you alright Hermione?"
"mmmat dwo wof fing, Im stwappep wo a ghair!" She tried to yell but the tape was preventing her to do so. Harry gently peeled it off her face, almost afraid he might hurt her.
"Thank's Harry, you should tie up your teacher and we might be able to wake him up." She suggested as he untied her ankles. "Why don't you just untie my hands and get on with the program?" She said annoyed.
"I'm enjoying myself, It's fun to see you squirm." Harry said with a wide grin. He seized his wand and waved for a rope to tie itself around Mad- eye. "Enervate!" He said as he pointed at his fallen trainer.
"I don't know what you did Potter but I'm glad you're on our side. But how the hell did you take me down?" Mad-eye demanded to know.
"Now that . . .is a secret!" For some reason, this line had the touch to make people annoyed and Mad-eye was no exception.
"For that remark, you'll run around the block three times and do me 100 push-ups between each turns Potter. Harry still had a grin pasted on his face as he finally freed Hermione of her bounds completely.
The manor disappeared and left the three in the shed with the tools.
"That means our time is up Potter, remember CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" now get to your exercise. The 3 laps, the 100 push-ups in between, 300 squats, 500 sit-ups and another 100 push ups to get you started. Now go!" Harry started running and the profile of Tonks ran after him.
Mad-eye put his bowler back on and slightly bowed to Hermione.
"Thank you for your help lass, I didn't think he was this far in training already. See you tomorrow." He walked away and turned into an alley where he dissaparated.
"He's even farther along then you might think Moody." She whispered under her breath. She looked at Harry as he diligently did his workout. He didn't miss a beat as he worked his muscles to the limit of exertion.. When he was finished, he made his way to the bathroom and started to wash. When he got out he looked at Hermione who was now reading his book on animagus.
"We should practice for a bit Hermione, we're going to Diagon alley this afternoon." He said with a look of seriousness in his eyes.
"You're planning on leaving aren't you?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm more then powerful enough to blast Voldemort to kingdom come. I plan on leaving and collect the demon's blood talismans. I know where two of them are. In my vault at Gringots." Harry said simply.
"I have one in my house, it's actually mounted on a necklace my grand mother gave to me." She said.
"I'll bet the Weasleys have one as well. Where I don't know." He reasoned.
"We'll have to collect Ron as well Harry. He's going to be furious if we don't let him in on our little plan." She said. Harry nooded and waved his wand at his things. All the books went into Harry's trunk and Hermione's into hers. He then took the bare necessities he needed to survive as Hermione did the same
"We're going to London by flight, Ray Wing as high as possible so muggles won't see us. We have a lot of clouds so we should be okay for cover." Harry instructed as he went for Hedwidge. "You girl are going to Hogwarts with this little message for Dumbledore. Then go to the Burrow and wait for us tomorrow, I'll tell you where to go then okay girl?" His owl hooted in answer and nibbled on his finger briefly before taking flight.
"Minimus!" Hermione said as she shrunk their things for them to fit into her pocket.
"Let's go now. RAYWING!" The flight spell enveloped the two and they shot out the window under the horrified eyes of Moody and Dumbledore.
"Dammit! They're making a break for it! Now we'll have to catch them. Accio broom!" Moody summoned his broom as Tonks and Lupin dashed outside with theirs. Dumbledore waved his hand and summoned another broom for himself. All three took to the sky and tried to catch up to the flying teens.
"We're being followed!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Who cares ?" Harry shrugged "I'll just wait for them to arrive, get to the Leaky Cauldron ahead of me ok"
Hermione nodded and shot off at full speed towards London. Harry did as well towards the four shadows. He recognised Dumbledore, Lupin, Moody and Tonks and spotted two more shadows following them. Harry stopped abruptly in front of the order's group.
"Unless you called reinforcements we have company." He said. He released the Raywing and fell a couple of feets before he muttered the levitation spell. The adults had formed in a square around Harry.
"I don't know how you can do this Harry but get out of here NOW." Lupin commanded.
"No way! I'm not leaving for the fun part, you may want to get behind me though." Harry instructed his past teacher as he started the casting of an inferior spell. "Subete no chikara no minamoto yo! Kagayaki moeru akaki honoo yo! Flare Arrow!" Harry made the arrows of fire appear and waited until the identity of the unknown fliers was known to them. When the first stunners went their way he released his flaming projectiles towards the tail of the brooms rendering them useless quite effectively by burning the straws and sending the attackers to the ground. 200 feet below. Harry released his hold on his levitation spell and fell with the cursing death eaters.
"Hello there, may I interest you on a safe landing in a couple of seconds with a nice warm cell in Azkaban or would you rather die as an ugly stain on the earth?" He asked. He didn't receive an answer as both were unconscious already. "Levitation!" Their descent slowed just as they were about to touch the ground. A second wave apparated, this time there were ten wizards. Harry recognised one of them immediately as she took the lead.
"Well well Potter, seems you learned a few little tricks eh?" Bellatrix asked mockingly. "Too bad poor old Sirius won't be profiting from them."
The Death eaters laughed a second but Harry was already radiating a black aura which seemed to suck all light around him while producing a good amount of it with it's golden bolts strewn about. The group of the order landed as Harry started his casting of the spell.
(play the Dragu slave BGM, it always fits with big spell casting somehow.)
"Shikai no yami o suberu ou Nanji no kakera no enishi ni shitagai Nanjira subete no chikara mote. . ."
Under the eyes of the four wizards of the light side, the aura of darkness Harry was emiting took form slowly as the circle of minions shot curse after curse at him, all of them absorbed or sent away by the power of the casting. A few killing curses had been simply shrugged as though they didn't exist. Dumbledore suddenly felt something extremely dark coming from around Harry.
"Ware ni sarenaru chikara o atae yo sora no imashime toki hanaterashi kohreru Kuroki utsuro no yaiba yo Waga chikara Waga mi to narite Tomo ni horobi no michi o ayaman. . . RAGNA BLADE!"
Harry finished casting and the death eaters stopped their cursing. Nothing even touched him and he was holding a blade of pure magic more powerful then all of them combined aloft.
"Take this message to Voldemort for me bitch, word for word. Harry Potter is tired of waiting for your stupid plot to develop during the school year. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. I'm going to put you down before this summer is over Riddle and you won't be coming back this time!" Harry swung the sword down and severed Lestrange's left arm. The blade dissipated as he let go of his concentration and he blasted away with a shout of "Raywing!" The Death eaters dissaparated, leaving the wounded to their fate. The only remains were a patch of burned grass and the cauterised arm of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry hadn't shed any blood but the power of the blade alone was still felt in the air for all four wizards.
"What manner of dark magic was that Dumbledore?" Moody asked the headmaster.
"Magic so dark it isn't even listed as dark arts Alastor. In fact, even I have never eared of such a spell. Levitation is possible and even flight but only the few extremely powerful mages and sorcerors know how to do those kind of spells. Even I would be hard pressed to use the flight spell by merely referring to it's name and as efficiently as Harry and Hermione apparently can." Dumbledore said as he summoned a rope with his wand to tie the death eaters.
"We need to talk to him. It isn't too late to retrieve him from the dark side professor." Lupin said.
"I believe I know where he may be heading. I'll just wait for him there." Dumbledore dissaparated while Tonks called for back-up from aurors. Lupin and Mad-eye dissaparated as well to Grimmauld place to report the escapade of their charge.
Somewhere unknown to us, Voldemort was infuriated with the five Death eaters remaining from the attack on Potter. Not with them but with the child himself. His arrogance now knew no bounds as he said himself capable of hunting him, Lord Voldemort, down and kill him.
"Bella, is that all he said?" He asked his faithful servant.
"Yes Master, he said that quite fast, as though he was barely able to hold on to the energy right before he cut my arm." She said weakly. Her confidence had been damaged just as much as her body and it showed.
"You have served me well Bella. The boy, it seems, is more powerful then we have estimated but his arrogance will be his downfall." Voldemort said as he waved his wand to graft a slender silvery arm to the stump left by Harry. The spell failed once, then twice and finally they had to drag Bellatrix to a medi-witch to re-grow the member lost in battle. It eventually proved futile and she was stuck with an artificial limb instead of her real arm. Voldemort then tried to enter the boy's mind.
Harry was over the suburbs of London when he felt the intrusion and reacted to it. He stopped in midair and dropped to the ground before he went on the offencive. He entered the astral realm and instantly found himself in the clearing he had trained in. Voldemort appeared in front of Harry, surprised at the appearance of the memories.
"Welcome to my mind Tom, welcome to your Hell." Harry said sadistically. Here you can feel pain, you can also die when you know the proper spells but I reign supreme over it.
"Believe what you want boy! I have more experience then you do in the battle of the minds." The dark lord exclaimed as he went on the offencive. The lack of effect from his act of legilimency was obvious from the yawn Harry produced.
"Can't accept you're in my mind can you? Here an hour is either a second or an eternity. I control time space and anything that may Happen. I can do things normally impossible. Want to see?" Harry asked.
"Do your worst Potter, I'm sure it will be as ineffective as trying to stun me." Voldemort sneered. Harry grinned and said two terrible words.
"Raugnut Rusyavuna!" Harry said. He knew this spell was impossible to human beings, only creatures of pure evil should be able to use it but he was in the astral realm, only the habit of shouting his assaults had made him utter the name of the terrible curse. Voldemort transformed into a ball of living regenerating flesh in putrefaction. It oozed blood and other fluids and the ball was being eaten from inside by snakes produced by the same flesh and dripping acid over the wounds. The transformation alone was a painful process and Voldemort's scream was still echoing within Harry's head. He left the astral plane and the cursed Voldemort to take flight once again for the leaky cauldron. It was during his flight that he released his captive. Five minutes of living hell for the dark lord in the astral realm. Several days, even months of torture under a curse of worst condition then the cruciatus. Harry felt a sence of grim satisfaction at his work. Voldemort wouldn't risk himself within his mind anymore unless he felt a need for extreme pain and suffering. Harry reached the leaky cauldron in no time and landed on the roof softly. He jumped to the alley which held the entry to Diagon Alley and entered the pub looking for Hermione. She was sitting at a table talking animatedly to Dumbledore. He knew they were within a silencing charm and she looked downright angry with the headmaster. He silently entered the bubble behind the professor and eared her first words.
"You don't understand what he feels Professor! Those people are awful and even if ties of blood protect Harry it just isn't fit for him!" She exclaimed before looking at Harry.
"The spell will fade out in a couple of days now anyway professor. Those ancient spells were designed to protect a child from harm until he was old enough to stand on his own. I'm surprised it held that long." Harry said startling the aging Headmaster and sat down. He motioned for Tom and commanded a Butterbeer.
"Still Harry, your declaration of war to Voldemort. . ." Dumbledore started.
"Is well justified. It started about ten minutes ago, he entered my mind and I trapped him there. I subjected him to the darkest curse that ever existed by willing it to be so for the real time equivalent of a month or two." Harry still had the satisfied smile while Dumbledore looked almost horrified.
"Harry, you are starting to. . ." He stopped his sentence as Tom put the butterbeer down in front of Harry. ". . .to use the dark arts. You must stop immediately or you will be corrupted." He said it as though it was guaranteed.
"That's where you're wrong professor. The spells I used today were not of the dark arts but plain and simple black magic. The ancient and uncorrupted version of the Dark Arts. The name implies only the source just as the name of the Dark Arts does. The Dark Arts call upon the dark emotions of a person. The cruciatus, for exemple, draws upon anger. Righteous anger won't work because it actually feels right to use it then. Black Magic however, calls upon the power of a being of pure dark energy. This energy never enters the body of the caster through a wand and as such cannot corrupt him. Thosae beings are called demon or, in the ancient language, Mazoku and feed upon the negative feelings of humanity. The more powerful the human, the more powerful the meal of energy for the demon." Harry explained.
"Harry, how did you become so knowledgable of ancient magic. The basic theory still exists but few are those who can learn. And even then they merely have power enough to use a fraction of the spells." He said. Harry winked and seemed to think for a second.
"Well, you see. . .nooow. . ." His finger waved back and forth as he said the last line with an eye still closed. "That.is.a.secret!" Dumbledore looked disturbed for a second and Harry knew that line had somehow gotten to him. 'I'll bet Xellos is something like my great-great grampa or something. I'm starting to enjoy torturing people too much!' Harry thought suddenly.
In a cave, somewhere on the coast of Scotland, Xellos Metalium sneezed violently.
"I believe I've said enough for you to draw your conclusions. This war is now mine to fight. Alone or with help. I don't care but I believe the Order of the Phoenix has already decided to keep me out of the action until I'm a fully grown adult wizard but I have decided to fight right now. As if on cue, Hedwidge flew to his shoulder.
"Girl, I have a mission for you. You'll be my liaison with Dumbledore this summer. You'll stay at Hogwarts and take his messages to me from him ok. I'll be moving around a lot and if I settle someplace I'll just send an owl for Dumbledore to send you to me." The snow white owl hooted softly and took flight. "Use Hedwidge to contact us. Ron will be joining us if he wants to but you already know my plans for the summer professor and I believe you may know the only way for us to come back willingly. By force. . .prepare body bags because there will be casualties." Harry got up after he finished his mug of Butterbeer followed by Hermione to Diagon Alley.
End of the fourth Chapter.
I am basically evil. This is my first R rated chapter and I don't plan on going higher. There will be gore and violence later. For now the gore has barely started and Harry will slaughter death eaters. I don't know what came over me with the idea of Xellos somewhere in his family tree but not to worry, Harry remains good at heart, even if he IS sadistic and inclined towards mass destruction. The reason will be revealed later.
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Disclaimer : Harry Potter isn't mine and neither is Slayers and I write this story for my own entertainment and for those who would read it (especially those readers who review once in a while). I get no money, not a dime or even a knut for my diligent work so suing me is rather pointless.
Note: I decided that Ron wouldn't get a whole chapter for himself, he will merely get a flash back sequence when the trio rejoins.
Guest Chapter 4 : Black
Hermione woke up to find Harry's face inches above her own. She was a bit startled by the position it put her in at first and then started studying his sleeping features. Even in his sleep he had an intense aura of barely repressed power. Anyone could fell it to some degree, the last summer, when he had been angry, it was almost visible for all to see. She knew some people, like Fudge, were afraid of Harry because this aura could magnetise people and they followed their lead. Harry, whether he wanted to or not, was simply a natural born leader.
The second thing she noted was the hair, so messy and even messier in the morning it seemed. It added to the charm of the young man, giving a roguish look. Then came the features of his whole face, he had changed over the years, his time at Hogwarts had actually given him the opportunity to gain weight and grow. Quidditch had also given him, Hermione was quite sure, a tone muscled frame. Her eyes then briefly trailed to his scar, the bane of his existence. She knew it was the one thing he cursed more then anything else about himself. Finaly, her eyes came to rest upon his emerald green eyes which were looking at her right this moment. . .
'Why is Harry looking at me like that? It's as though I'm breakfast.' She briefly thought as a blush came to her cheeks. 'And why does it seem I wouldn't mind if I was? Get a grip of yourself Hermione, this is Harry.'
Harry woke up again to the most pleasant sight in the world. Hermione was right under him, a couple of inches from his own face and looking at his face. He looked at her and a thought came to his mind suddenly. A single word. 'Mine!'. It seemed kind of fitting in a way, and in another it was simply stupid. He couldn't own someone. Hermione looked directly into his eyes just as he did the same for hers. Both trying to bore hole within the others head it seemed. Their faces started drawing closer and closer until. . .
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Hermione's alarm clock decided to make it's presence known to the world. She punched the snooze in frustration as Harry put on some clothes under his blankets. The clock read ten to six and his training with moody started in ten minutes. Harry cursed the infernal device under his breath while Hermione fell back onto her bedding.
"Are you coming to training Hermione? It starts in ten minutes." Harry asked her.
"I'll come and watch in a couple Harry, go and don't be late now." She almost sounded as though she was scolding.
"Yes dear." Harry said jokingly. Hermione's reaction to those words was unexpected to her, even with the joking tone it shot tingle down her spine that Harry never saw as his back was turned to her.
Harry found moody in the backyard. The retired auror looked at his new pupil through his bowler hat with his magical eye.
"Stupefy!" He yelled, to which Harry simply moved aside as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Good reflexes Potter, you should have drawn your wand though! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody called.
"Look behind you, my window." Harry said with a smile. The man's eye turned to see Hermione with her wand pointed to the man.
"You are better then I thought Potter, you actually managed to surprise me there." Moody smiled like a predator with a prey. "I might be able to make one of the best out of you Potter! You only have to know about CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Moody motioned for Harry to follow him to the shed in the Dursley's backyard. Harry followed his trainer and found himself in front of a large manor.
"This training exercice is simple Potter, you get in the house and blast the bad guys while not touching the good ones. There will be live shots in there and only the unforgivables will not do what they are supposed to do, you'll just fall unconscious. Every missed target is 10 push-ups, 20 squats and 30 sit ups. Every civilian or allied casualty is 100 push-ups, 300 squats and 500 sit ups and I'm feeling generous. Now get in there and CONSTANT VIGILENCE!" Moody instructed like a drill sergeant, which he was at the moment, and Harry obeyed.
Harry started by casting a dissilutionnement charm on himself blending in with the background. He then used a zoned version of the silencing charm to reduce to zero the sound he did while walking and finally he used another disilutionnement charm on his shadow to make it invisible unless you looked specifically for it. Moody could still see him and Harry knew that, but the grin on his face showed his approval. Harry ran to the house and tried to find an opened window. He considered blasting his way through with a fireball but decided to do otherwise just in case there were allies nearby. Harry opened a window as silently as possible and got inside the house.
Hermione got into the shed and found Moody looking at a mirror.
"Well Granger, you want to see the show I presume?" Moody asked her as his mobile eye turned towards her. Hermione nooded and settled in front of the mirror.
"Where is Harry? I can't see him!" She asked the man.
"He's there alright, disillusioned, his footsteps silenced and he even thought about his shadow. He just forgot about his own wand." Moody was still grinning. "A beginer's mistake but a minor one. I'll just have him do push-ups for that. It's starting." Moody silenced her question before she could ask it.
In the mirror, Harry's wand was in the middle of a crossfire. He wasn't there himself and he knocked the living dummies down one by one before he reclaimed his wand. His plan had worked out nicely as he appeared to reclaim his weapon.
"By Merlin's beard! Quite a nice trap he had right there, those who can do wandless magic at will are rare and that was quite an efficient use of it." Moody exclaimed with a small bit of respect coming through his voice.
Harry put his wand back in his holster and started advancing inside the house, going room by room and knocking the dummies that shot at him one by one with a wave of his hand and blocking their curses with a simple protection barrier. When he moved to the higher level, the attacks intensified but he still knocked down every dummy on the floor except the few which didn't attack him. It started getting complicated on the third floor as he was bushed by four green flashes which all passed around him without causing harm. The attacks were getting intense and Harry could spot some dummies aiming at his supposed enemies.
"What's the situation?" He asked the nearest one which surprisingly answered him.
"Five hostiles, one injured. Three of us and one unable to fight sir!" The dummy was wearing an old hit wizard uniform as it shot spells. Harry being an auror, even in training, had the basic authority of command in this situation. He nooded and shot a couple of stunners at his adversaries. Two went down and three remained.
"They have an hostage on the floor over us sir." The hit wizard dummy informed Harry who swore under his breath.
"Alright, I'll get rid of those guys in a second. You cover me, I'll take them down by surprise." Harry didn't explain his plan but his allies obeyed without question.
"Accio! Couch!" The enemies had been hiding behind the said furniture and were easy prey for the attacks of Harry and his allies. The floor was clean and the stairs behind the enemy position.
"You're in charge of this area, I'm going to free the hostages. Make sure there are no hostiles left or capable of getting free." Harry instructed the dummy.
"Yes sir!" The dummy saluted and went to tie up the other fallen dummies. Tucked his wand in his holster and got up the stairs carefully. At the top was a sight which made his blood boil. Hermione was tied up to a chair with a piece of duck tape over her mouth. Right next to her, Moody was holding his wand to her temple.
"You're better then I expected Potter, only a veteran would think of making sure the dummies wouldn't get up. But now you have an hostage situation. . .what will you do Potter? Throw your wand to my feet or try to get me and risk your friend?" Moody asked. Harry didn't think about it twice. He threw his wand at Moody's feet and waited for the banter.
"You lose Potter." He pointed his wand at Harry and at that second, the boy who lived went into motion. With reflexes born of his Quidditch practices and the training he had received with Gourry in his dream he closed the distance between himself and Moody while he dodged the spell to disable him and shot his hand outwards. And touched Moody's face almost gently.
"You lose sir SLEEPING!" The sleep curse hit the wizard who fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground. "Are you alright Hermione?"
"mmmat dwo wof fing, Im stwappep wo a ghair!" She tried to yell but the tape was preventing her to do so. Harry gently peeled it off her face, almost afraid he might hurt her.
"Thank's Harry, you should tie up your teacher and we might be able to wake him up." She suggested as he untied her ankles. "Why don't you just untie my hands and get on with the program?" She said annoyed.
"I'm enjoying myself, It's fun to see you squirm." Harry said with a wide grin. He seized his wand and waved for a rope to tie itself around Mad- eye. "Enervate!" He said as he pointed at his fallen trainer.
"I don't know what you did Potter but I'm glad you're on our side. But how the hell did you take me down?" Mad-eye demanded to know.
"Now that . . .is a secret!" For some reason, this line had the touch to make people annoyed and Mad-eye was no exception.
"For that remark, you'll run around the block three times and do me 100 push-ups between each turns Potter. Harry still had a grin pasted on his face as he finally freed Hermione of her bounds completely.
The manor disappeared and left the three in the shed with the tools.
"That means our time is up Potter, remember CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" now get to your exercise. The 3 laps, the 100 push-ups in between, 300 squats, 500 sit-ups and another 100 push ups to get you started. Now go!" Harry started running and the profile of Tonks ran after him.
Mad-eye put his bowler back on and slightly bowed to Hermione.
"Thank you for your help lass, I didn't think he was this far in training already. See you tomorrow." He walked away and turned into an alley where he dissaparated.
"He's even farther along then you might think Moody." She whispered under her breath. She looked at Harry as he diligently did his workout. He didn't miss a beat as he worked his muscles to the limit of exertion.. When he was finished, he made his way to the bathroom and started to wash. When he got out he looked at Hermione who was now reading his book on animagus.
"We should practice for a bit Hermione, we're going to Diagon alley this afternoon." He said with a look of seriousness in his eyes.
"You're planning on leaving aren't you?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm more then powerful enough to blast Voldemort to kingdom come. I plan on leaving and collect the demon's blood talismans. I know where two of them are. In my vault at Gringots." Harry said simply.
"I have one in my house, it's actually mounted on a necklace my grand mother gave to me." She said.
"I'll bet the Weasleys have one as well. Where I don't know." He reasoned.
"We'll have to collect Ron as well Harry. He's going to be furious if we don't let him in on our little plan." She said. Harry nooded and waved his wand at his things. All the books went into Harry's trunk and Hermione's into hers. He then took the bare necessities he needed to survive as Hermione did the same
"We're going to London by flight, Ray Wing as high as possible so muggles won't see us. We have a lot of clouds so we should be okay for cover." Harry instructed as he went for Hedwidge. "You girl are going to Hogwarts with this little message for Dumbledore. Then go to the Burrow and wait for us tomorrow, I'll tell you where to go then okay girl?" His owl hooted in answer and nibbled on his finger briefly before taking flight.
"Minimus!" Hermione said as she shrunk their things for them to fit into her pocket.
"Let's go now. RAYWING!" The flight spell enveloped the two and they shot out the window under the horrified eyes of Moody and Dumbledore.
"Dammit! They're making a break for it! Now we'll have to catch them. Accio broom!" Moody summoned his broom as Tonks and Lupin dashed outside with theirs. Dumbledore waved his hand and summoned another broom for himself. All three took to the sky and tried to catch up to the flying teens.
"We're being followed!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Who cares ?" Harry shrugged "I'll just wait for them to arrive, get to the Leaky Cauldron ahead of me ok"
Hermione nodded and shot off at full speed towards London. Harry did as well towards the four shadows. He recognised Dumbledore, Lupin, Moody and Tonks and spotted two more shadows following them. Harry stopped abruptly in front of the order's group.
"Unless you called reinforcements we have company." He said. He released the Raywing and fell a couple of feets before he muttered the levitation spell. The adults had formed in a square around Harry.
"I don't know how you can do this Harry but get out of here NOW." Lupin commanded.
"No way! I'm not leaving for the fun part, you may want to get behind me though." Harry instructed his past teacher as he started the casting of an inferior spell. "Subete no chikara no minamoto yo! Kagayaki moeru akaki honoo yo! Flare Arrow!" Harry made the arrows of fire appear and waited until the identity of the unknown fliers was known to them. When the first stunners went their way he released his flaming projectiles towards the tail of the brooms rendering them useless quite effectively by burning the straws and sending the attackers to the ground. 200 feet below. Harry released his hold on his levitation spell and fell with the cursing death eaters.
"Hello there, may I interest you on a safe landing in a couple of seconds with a nice warm cell in Azkaban or would you rather die as an ugly stain on the earth?" He asked. He didn't receive an answer as both were unconscious already. "Levitation!" Their descent slowed just as they were about to touch the ground. A second wave apparated, this time there were ten wizards. Harry recognised one of them immediately as she took the lead.
"Well well Potter, seems you learned a few little tricks eh?" Bellatrix asked mockingly. "Too bad poor old Sirius won't be profiting from them."
The Death eaters laughed a second but Harry was already radiating a black aura which seemed to suck all light around him while producing a good amount of it with it's golden bolts strewn about. The group of the order landed as Harry started his casting of the spell.
(play the Dragu slave BGM, it always fits with big spell casting somehow.)
"Shikai no yami o suberu ou Nanji no kakera no enishi ni shitagai Nanjira subete no chikara mote. . ."
Under the eyes of the four wizards of the light side, the aura of darkness Harry was emiting took form slowly as the circle of minions shot curse after curse at him, all of them absorbed or sent away by the power of the casting. A few killing curses had been simply shrugged as though they didn't exist. Dumbledore suddenly felt something extremely dark coming from around Harry.
"Ware ni sarenaru chikara o atae yo sora no imashime toki hanaterashi kohreru Kuroki utsuro no yaiba yo Waga chikara Waga mi to narite Tomo ni horobi no michi o ayaman. . . RAGNA BLADE!"
Harry finished casting and the death eaters stopped their cursing. Nothing even touched him and he was holding a blade of pure magic more powerful then all of them combined aloft.
"Take this message to Voldemort for me bitch, word for word. Harry Potter is tired of waiting for your stupid plot to develop during the school year. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. I'm going to put you down before this summer is over Riddle and you won't be coming back this time!" Harry swung the sword down and severed Lestrange's left arm. The blade dissipated as he let go of his concentration and he blasted away with a shout of "Raywing!" The Death eaters dissaparated, leaving the wounded to their fate. The only remains were a patch of burned grass and the cauterised arm of Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry hadn't shed any blood but the power of the blade alone was still felt in the air for all four wizards.
"What manner of dark magic was that Dumbledore?" Moody asked the headmaster.
"Magic so dark it isn't even listed as dark arts Alastor. In fact, even I have never eared of such a spell. Levitation is possible and even flight but only the few extremely powerful mages and sorcerors know how to do those kind of spells. Even I would be hard pressed to use the flight spell by merely referring to it's name and as efficiently as Harry and Hermione apparently can." Dumbledore said as he summoned a rope with his wand to tie the death eaters.
"We need to talk to him. It isn't too late to retrieve him from the dark side professor." Lupin said.
"I believe I know where he may be heading. I'll just wait for him there." Dumbledore dissaparated while Tonks called for back-up from aurors. Lupin and Mad-eye dissaparated as well to Grimmauld place to report the escapade of their charge.
Somewhere unknown to us, Voldemort was infuriated with the five Death eaters remaining from the attack on Potter. Not with them but with the child himself. His arrogance now knew no bounds as he said himself capable of hunting him, Lord Voldemort, down and kill him.
"Bella, is that all he said?" He asked his faithful servant.
"Yes Master, he said that quite fast, as though he was barely able to hold on to the energy right before he cut my arm." She said weakly. Her confidence had been damaged just as much as her body and it showed.
"You have served me well Bella. The boy, it seems, is more powerful then we have estimated but his arrogance will be his downfall." Voldemort said as he waved his wand to graft a slender silvery arm to the stump left by Harry. The spell failed once, then twice and finally they had to drag Bellatrix to a medi-witch to re-grow the member lost in battle. It eventually proved futile and she was stuck with an artificial limb instead of her real arm. Voldemort then tried to enter the boy's mind.
Harry was over the suburbs of London when he felt the intrusion and reacted to it. He stopped in midair and dropped to the ground before he went on the offencive. He entered the astral realm and instantly found himself in the clearing he had trained in. Voldemort appeared in front of Harry, surprised at the appearance of the memories.
"Welcome to my mind Tom, welcome to your Hell." Harry said sadistically. Here you can feel pain, you can also die when you know the proper spells but I reign supreme over it.
"Believe what you want boy! I have more experience then you do in the battle of the minds." The dark lord exclaimed as he went on the offencive. The lack of effect from his act of legilimency was obvious from the yawn Harry produced.
"Can't accept you're in my mind can you? Here an hour is either a second or an eternity. I control time space and anything that may Happen. I can do things normally impossible. Want to see?" Harry asked.
"Do your worst Potter, I'm sure it will be as ineffective as trying to stun me." Voldemort sneered. Harry grinned and said two terrible words.
"Raugnut Rusyavuna!" Harry said. He knew this spell was impossible to human beings, only creatures of pure evil should be able to use it but he was in the astral realm, only the habit of shouting his assaults had made him utter the name of the terrible curse. Voldemort transformed into a ball of living regenerating flesh in putrefaction. It oozed blood and other fluids and the ball was being eaten from inside by snakes produced by the same flesh and dripping acid over the wounds. The transformation alone was a painful process and Voldemort's scream was still echoing within Harry's head. He left the astral plane and the cursed Voldemort to take flight once again for the leaky cauldron. It was during his flight that he released his captive. Five minutes of living hell for the dark lord in the astral realm. Several days, even months of torture under a curse of worst condition then the cruciatus. Harry felt a sence of grim satisfaction at his work. Voldemort wouldn't risk himself within his mind anymore unless he felt a need for extreme pain and suffering. Harry reached the leaky cauldron in no time and landed on the roof softly. He jumped to the alley which held the entry to Diagon Alley and entered the pub looking for Hermione. She was sitting at a table talking animatedly to Dumbledore. He knew they were within a silencing charm and she looked downright angry with the headmaster. He silently entered the bubble behind the professor and eared her first words.
"You don't understand what he feels Professor! Those people are awful and even if ties of blood protect Harry it just isn't fit for him!" She exclaimed before looking at Harry.
"The spell will fade out in a couple of days now anyway professor. Those ancient spells were designed to protect a child from harm until he was old enough to stand on his own. I'm surprised it held that long." Harry said startling the aging Headmaster and sat down. He motioned for Tom and commanded a Butterbeer.
"Still Harry, your declaration of war to Voldemort. . ." Dumbledore started.
"Is well justified. It started about ten minutes ago, he entered my mind and I trapped him there. I subjected him to the darkest curse that ever existed by willing it to be so for the real time equivalent of a month or two." Harry still had the satisfied smile while Dumbledore looked almost horrified.
"Harry, you are starting to. . ." He stopped his sentence as Tom put the butterbeer down in front of Harry. ". . .to use the dark arts. You must stop immediately or you will be corrupted." He said it as though it was guaranteed.
"That's where you're wrong professor. The spells I used today were not of the dark arts but plain and simple black magic. The ancient and uncorrupted version of the Dark Arts. The name implies only the source just as the name of the Dark Arts does. The Dark Arts call upon the dark emotions of a person. The cruciatus, for exemple, draws upon anger. Righteous anger won't work because it actually feels right to use it then. Black Magic however, calls upon the power of a being of pure dark energy. This energy never enters the body of the caster through a wand and as such cannot corrupt him. Thosae beings are called demon or, in the ancient language, Mazoku and feed upon the negative feelings of humanity. The more powerful the human, the more powerful the meal of energy for the demon." Harry explained.
"Harry, how did you become so knowledgable of ancient magic. The basic theory still exists but few are those who can learn. And even then they merely have power enough to use a fraction of the spells." He said. Harry winked and seemed to think for a second.
"Well, you see. . .nooow. . ." His finger waved back and forth as he said the last line with an eye still closed. "That.is.a.secret!" Dumbledore looked disturbed for a second and Harry knew that line had somehow gotten to him. 'I'll bet Xellos is something like my great-great grampa or something. I'm starting to enjoy torturing people too much!' Harry thought suddenly.
In a cave, somewhere on the coast of Scotland, Xellos Metalium sneezed violently.
"I believe I've said enough for you to draw your conclusions. This war is now mine to fight. Alone or with help. I don't care but I believe the Order of the Phoenix has already decided to keep me out of the action until I'm a fully grown adult wizard but I have decided to fight right now. As if on cue, Hedwidge flew to his shoulder.
"Girl, I have a mission for you. You'll be my liaison with Dumbledore this summer. You'll stay at Hogwarts and take his messages to me from him ok. I'll be moving around a lot and if I settle someplace I'll just send an owl for Dumbledore to send you to me." The snow white owl hooted softly and took flight. "Use Hedwidge to contact us. Ron will be joining us if he wants to but you already know my plans for the summer professor and I believe you may know the only way for us to come back willingly. By force. . .prepare body bags because there will be casualties." Harry got up after he finished his mug of Butterbeer followed by Hermione to Diagon Alley.
End of the fourth Chapter.
I am basically evil. This is my first R rated chapter and I don't plan on going higher. There will be gore and violence later. For now the gore has barely started and Harry will slaughter death eaters. I don't know what came over me with the idea of Xellos somewhere in his family tree but not to worry, Harry remains good at heart, even if he IS sadistic and inclined towards mass destruction. The reason will be revealed later.
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