Hey everybody. I love saying that. Well, I keep on getting more reviews,
and I'm loving it. Well the voting for the Harryx are the following:
Ginny (11), Hermione (6), Tonks (5), OOC (2), and Other (1)
I personally like HHr fics, but I'll write about whoever gets the most votes. I'm gonna only let you have until my 8 chapter, then I'm stopping the poll. I may have miscounted by a little, but that's what I got so far. I know a lot of you have a problem with the Dursley thing, but it'll play a huge role in this chapter. If you still don't understand it, that sucks and I don't care. Also, there is going to be a lot of gore in this story, so if you don't have the stomach for it, then leave. Well let's get on with the story.
Chapter 6: The Flight
Harry had been training non-stop for the past thirteen days. He was putting all of his new powers to the limit and trying to discover some that were still unknown to him. He now found that he could easily compete to be the strongest man in Britain and possibly win. He now could bench about six hundred pounds and could bend metal poles without breaking a sweat. Unfortunately for Harry however, a policeman was standing not to far away. Though Harry eventually got away from the local guard by saying that no human could change the shape of metal, Harry became more subtle and discreet when using his strength.
Harry could now end a fight with Mr. Evans in a matter of seconds. Mr. Evans was thoroughly upset about this and could believe that his pupil had surpassed the master. Mark, ever the enthusiastic one, asked Harry to pick him up and through him up to his room through the top window. Harry, careful to make sure that Mr. Evans wasn't around, did it with the utmost ease.
If green was the color of jealousy, then Dudley was the color of spinach. He refused to talk to Harry until Harry coaxed him with a large apple pie. They had been friends again ever since.
It was now two weeks since the letter from the black phoenix had arrived, and Harry was both excited and nervous. It's kind of like when you're about to go on a huge terrifying roller-coaster. For all Harry knew though, it could very well be just that. Harry was always wondering if these people could help him find more of the powers that he had gained and use then to his full potential both to defeat Voldemort and to show that stupid Dumbledore that he wasn't his little puppet anymore. To say the least, Harry was very excited about showing who was stronger than whom when he got back from this school.
Harry was finishing up a routine day at the Evans's. Beat up his sensei; toss little Mark around, the usual. Harry, deciding that it was a good time to leave, walked up to Mr. Evans to say good-bye. After all, for all he knew, this may be the last time he saw the man who had just become his uncle.
"I've got to go home now Uncle John. The people who are going to help me enhance my new abilities are coming tonight, and this may well be the last time I see you guys."
Mr. Evans looked at Mark in a signaling sort of way and began to speak to Harry while Mark ran of to the house.
"Harry, you have been like my son for the past short months and I wouldn't have given that time up for anything. You are my dear cousin's son and shall always remember you as part of my family."
Harry gave his uncle a look of pure gratefulness and happiness as he gave him a hug. It wasn't a hug of sadness or even the slightest depression but of hope and promise.
"I will come back uncle, and I know you and Mark will be waiting there for me."
A silence followed Harry's comment, but it was not am uncomfortable silence. On the contrary, it was one of understanding and compassion. Mr. Evans broke the silence with a cough.
"Well, Mark and I are going to give you a gift that took us some time to find, but I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."
Mark was running back to his father and Harry now holding a large package in his hands. It was wrapped with only white paper in the most unusual way possible.
"As you can see... uh... it was packaged by a true Evans."
Mark handed Harry the gift and was eying it with something between reverence and amazement.
"Now before you open it Harry, I have two things to say. One is that we will not take it back, and that we will go on living with food on our tables. The second thing is to learn all you can about handling the contents in there with as much expertise and professionalism that you show with your martial arts skills. Now go on. Open it before we all die of old age from me talking so much."
Harry, trying his best to not rip the paper or any other part of the present, opened the package. Inside was a wooden case with two stones, one black and one white. Inspecting it more closely, Harry saw writing in ancient runes across the top of the box probably saying some old phrase or something. Harry seeing two clips on the side of the beautiful case unclipped them to see what was inside. When he opened it, Harry was shocked by what was inside. It was a sword. To call this thing a sword however, is like to call a butter knife a dagger. Its blade was black and white mixing into each other not to form grey but some color that is too hard to describe with words (use your imagination peoples.) It reflected Harry's image right back at him, and it was then that Harry realized how much he had changed. He was no longer the little boy that had lived at Privet Drive but a man ready to take the world on and fulfill his purpose. Being brought back to reality, Harry noticed a word engraved onto the blade written in the same runes that were on the case but again could not decipher their meaning. Examining the sword further, he found that the hilt itself was priceless. It was covered with jewels of all different shades and colors. In fact, there were eight stones: red, blue, green, yellow, purple, orange, white, black, and one that had all of them combined. Harry stared at the sword with awe and wonder.
"The sword dealer I went to was a magical one. Don't worry, I have wizarding connections. No one knows what those runes mean. They're too old. He said that no one could touch the sword without being burned, but something tells me that you can. Go on test it out."
Harry's hand reached for the blade hoping that the burn wouldn't hurt too much. He touched the awesome weapon awaiting the pain, but it never came. Instead Harry felt warmth spread from the weapon to his arm. Harry knew at once that this was indeed a weapon made for him. Harry lifted the sword and began to play around with it. He first swung it around a few times and was amazed by its weight. It was very light. Harry deciding to test its sharpness, struck at an ugly dead tree that ruined the Evans's otherwise magnificent yard. It was cleaved into two like a hot knife cutting butter. Harry again just stared in awe at the blade in his hand. He wasn't the only one though. Mark and Mr. Evans were gaping at Harry.
"Wow, Harry. You had better be careful with that thing. I don't want my new nephew to look like that tree. Speaking of which, could you help me just pull that stump out of the ground."
Harry looked at Mr. Evans and burst out laughing.
"Thanks for the gift Uncle John. Pulling out that ugly stump is the least I could do."
Harry dropped the sword and started towards the offending object. Harry grabbed hold of one of the longer roots and tugged on it with all his might. It only took three seconds for the remaining part of the tree to come free. Harry put the stump and the part of the tree that he cut down by the sidewalk so that the trash man could pick it up the next day.
Harry walked back to his weapon and was just about to pack it away in his case when he felt a jolt of pain pass through his heart. He staggered to the ground and began to have another vision of Voldemort. Harry couldn't understand it though. He was practicing Occlumency (remember karate rule #1) and hadn't gotten any visions from Voldemort all summer. Harry forgot all about that though when he saw what was going on, and he then understood why he was having it.
Harry wasn't Voldemort this time, but was watching the scene in a sort of third person view.
Voldemort and his inner circle were standing over three people most likely muggles. One looked like he was strong and had been working out for a while. The second one was a woman who was crying over the third body at her feet. The body had a sort of stocky build and a mustache. It was the Dursleys.
Voldemort's hissing voice was soon heard.
"Let me take the boy. I know of the protection that Lily gave him and I can't get him unless you allow me to, or I kill you. The choice is up to you."
Aunt Petunia stared at the snake-like face of her sister's murderer with a determined look.
"I will never let you take my nephew. I will kill you before I let you take him."
Voldemort looked at Aunt Petunia with a sort of disgusted but satisfied look on his face.
"So be it. Avada Kedavra."
Aunt Petunia's now limp body hit the ground with a thud. Voldemort turned to face Uncle Vernon who was staring at Voldemort with the utmost rage. But before Harry's uncle could do anything, Voldemort cast the Killing Curse on him. Voldemort finally turned towards Dudley who was not shaking in fear, but holding his head high and proud.
"You may have killed my parents Voldemort, but you will never get Harry or me."
"Is that so? Avada Kedavra!"
But Dudley was way ahead of him and was already breaking free of his captors' grips. He dodged out of the way when the curse came and threw one of the Death Eaters that was holding him in front of it instead. The man was dead before he knew what had happened. Dudley didn't waste any time staying in the same spot however. He was already running away from the group of evil beings. But he stopped when he was about ten feet away and turned to face the Death Eaters and Voldemort. He stared at them in disgust for a few seconds before beginning to chant something. Though most of the Death Eaters didn't know what was going on, Voldemort and Harry stared at Dudley in fear and in Harry's case anguish. Dudley was going to perform the Explosion Spell. Harry was wondering how Dudley knew about this complex and sacrificial spell when he remembered telling Dudley about magic.
Flashback...
"So not all magic has to be used with a wand," asked a now curious Dudley.
"No. In fact, some of the most complex enchantments have to be used without a wand, but can sometimes kill the user. I remember reading about one spell called Explosion that even non-magical people like you can use. It focuses all of one's energy and expands it with such force that it destroys everything within twenty feet, including the user."
Dudley just stared with amazement at Harry before saying,
"Wow. You must really have something to protect if you're willing to give your life for it."
End Flashback...
Voldemort backed away from Dudley until he was a safe distance away while his Death Eaters were shooting jinxes at Dudley, but all of them were deflected by an invisible shield surrounding Dudley. Right before the explosion occurred, Dudley looked at Harry and said,
"Good Bye, Harry."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! An explosion shook the ground that Harry was standing on like an earthquake, but Harry was like a ghost and didn't feel it. Once the smoke cleared, Harry could see that at least half the Death Eaters there were either injured or killed by the blast. Voldemort, however, not hurt by the explosion, just said,
"On to Privet Drive."
And with the swishing of cloaks, all of the Death Eaters were gone. Harry came back to reality and began to search around himself frantically. There were still no Death Eaters near them, but they still weren't safe. Harry turned to the Evans and said,
"Death Eaters are here. I am going to send you to someplace safe."
Mark looked confusedly at Harry while Mr. Evans paled.
"What are you going to do Harry?"
Harry gave them a grim smile and just said,
"I'm going to test out my new sword."
Harry then began to focus his energy like Dudley did except he had no intention to blow himself up. Instead he focused on sending the Evans to #12 Grimmauld place. Harry didn't know if he could do it, but when he felt The Evans's leave his presence he dropped to the floor panting. No one was ever able to do that spell with more than one person before, but Harry was not going to gloat, yet. Harry lifted his sword and almost as if the weapon sensed danger, the case shrunk itself and fit itself in Harry's pocket. Harry turned and began walking to his now smoking home. When Harry got there, Death Eaters were swarming the street and burning everything in sight. His house, including all of his magical belongings, was gone. He was just thankful, for once, that Dumbledore took Hedwig away. Voldemort was no where to be seen, but Harry wasn't complaining. Several Death Eaters began heading his way, not knowing that it was him. Harry dodged the first spell that they threw at him and deflected the other one back at them with flat end of his blade. It happened to be a Killing Curse, and they both died on contact. Harry could not dwell on them however as more and more Death Eaters began running after him. Harry could tell that this sword was his weapon alone. It almost moved with his thoughts and in the most graceful yet deadly way imaginable. One could think him a champion in kendo or other type of sword fighting style. Harry quickly decapitated two more Death Eaters in his haste to protect the people on Privet Drive. Harry was now covered in blood and severely wishing that some Order members would get here soon. He was facing three Death Eaters when they came in a burst of flame and glory.
"Show offs."
Harry took advantage of the distraction and stabbed the first Death Eater through the chest and ripped upward tearing his skull in half. Harry was already in the process of decapitating the second Death eater when a Cruciatus Curse hit him from behind. Harry almost dropped his sword, but he managed to keep hold of it. The pain wasn't as bad as his transformation, but it still hurt a lot. Harry, still under the painful curse, began to think about how the Cruciatus Curse worked.
'I'm screaming in pain, but why? I'm not even being touched. Maybe this whole spell is an illusion on the senses. If that's the case then I will not be fooled anymore.'
Harry stopped twitching, and the Death Eater thought that he died from the pain. For a second nothing happened. The Death Eater turned away from Harry getting ready to fight again when a black and white sword plunged through his back and out his stomach. Harry pulled the sword out just in time to see another curse flying his way. Harry ducked the curse and rolled behind a bush. Harry was just about to get up when a searing pain came from his scar. Harry, ignoring the agonizing feeling, stood up to face his parents' killer.
Voldemort was in the process of torturing Remus Lupin when he was punched by a tall muscular man. Voldemort's concentration was broken and Remus Lupin was freed from the curse. The man who had hurt him was helping the werewolf up to his feet. Voldemort was furious. He had never been punched before, let alone by a muggle with a butter knife. This was the second time tonight when a muggle has hurt either him or his forces. Voldemort fired the Killing Curse at the man.
Harry was helping the last true Marauder to his feet when he heard Voldemort shout the Killing Curse from behind him. Harry pushed Remus back down to the ground and deflected the curse with his sword. Harry was now looking into the snake faced killer of thousands of people. Harry felt anger course through his body as he ran towards Voldemort, sword out and gleaming with blood. Voldemort fired another curse at Harry but he just dodged and struck Voldemort with the powerful weapon. Voldemort's arm fell limp on the ground still convulsing with pain. Voldemort was now screaming like one of his prisoners and was backing away from Harry with his wand held out shaking. Harry could tell that everyone was watching him. He just stared at Voldemort and said for all to hear,
"You are lucky that it is not your time to die Voldemort, but I will come for you soon. Live in fear now."
Harry banished the Death Eaters and Voldemort from Privet Drive in a black light and knelt down to regain his energy. He didn't know why he didn't kill Voldemort right then and there, but he felt that it was not his time to leave the world. Harry was very confused, but before he could say anything, Dumbledore and an official looking wizard began walking towards Harry. The official looking one decided to talk first.
"The Ministry of Magic thanks you for your efforts but must now take you into questioning and possible custody-"
Harry began laughing in a high maniacal way and looked at the two wizards standing before him. They still didn't know who he was. The official wizard was highly offended by the interruption but Dumbledore decided that he should try to talk to the rouge warrior.
"We are sorry if you have lost any friends or family members in this attack, but everything will be explained if you just come with us."
"I don't need any explanations Dumb-bledore. I now have control and will not be your pawn in this war."
Harry looked over the crowd trying to savor the reactions that he was getting. The Order was looking like they were ready to attack this punk who got lucky while Dumbledore was staring confusedly at Harry. Comprehension began to dawn on Dumbledore's face as Harry resumed talking.
"I am terribly sorry that I have to leave so soon, but you may all know me as Zarian."
Harry then disappeared in a bright flash of white light to his new school of sorcerers.
Ginny (11), Hermione (6), Tonks (5), OOC (2), and Other (1)
I personally like HHr fics, but I'll write about whoever gets the most votes. I'm gonna only let you have until my 8 chapter, then I'm stopping the poll. I may have miscounted by a little, but that's what I got so far. I know a lot of you have a problem with the Dursley thing, but it'll play a huge role in this chapter. If you still don't understand it, that sucks and I don't care. Also, there is going to be a lot of gore in this story, so if you don't have the stomach for it, then leave. Well let's get on with the story.
Chapter 6: The Flight
Harry had been training non-stop for the past thirteen days. He was putting all of his new powers to the limit and trying to discover some that were still unknown to him. He now found that he could easily compete to be the strongest man in Britain and possibly win. He now could bench about six hundred pounds and could bend metal poles without breaking a sweat. Unfortunately for Harry however, a policeman was standing not to far away. Though Harry eventually got away from the local guard by saying that no human could change the shape of metal, Harry became more subtle and discreet when using his strength.
Harry could now end a fight with Mr. Evans in a matter of seconds. Mr. Evans was thoroughly upset about this and could believe that his pupil had surpassed the master. Mark, ever the enthusiastic one, asked Harry to pick him up and through him up to his room through the top window. Harry, careful to make sure that Mr. Evans wasn't around, did it with the utmost ease.
If green was the color of jealousy, then Dudley was the color of spinach. He refused to talk to Harry until Harry coaxed him with a large apple pie. They had been friends again ever since.
It was now two weeks since the letter from the black phoenix had arrived, and Harry was both excited and nervous. It's kind of like when you're about to go on a huge terrifying roller-coaster. For all Harry knew though, it could very well be just that. Harry was always wondering if these people could help him find more of the powers that he had gained and use then to his full potential both to defeat Voldemort and to show that stupid Dumbledore that he wasn't his little puppet anymore. To say the least, Harry was very excited about showing who was stronger than whom when he got back from this school.
Harry was finishing up a routine day at the Evans's. Beat up his sensei; toss little Mark around, the usual. Harry, deciding that it was a good time to leave, walked up to Mr. Evans to say good-bye. After all, for all he knew, this may be the last time he saw the man who had just become his uncle.
"I've got to go home now Uncle John. The people who are going to help me enhance my new abilities are coming tonight, and this may well be the last time I see you guys."
Mr. Evans looked at Mark in a signaling sort of way and began to speak to Harry while Mark ran of to the house.
"Harry, you have been like my son for the past short months and I wouldn't have given that time up for anything. You are my dear cousin's son and shall always remember you as part of my family."
Harry gave his uncle a look of pure gratefulness and happiness as he gave him a hug. It wasn't a hug of sadness or even the slightest depression but of hope and promise.
"I will come back uncle, and I know you and Mark will be waiting there for me."
A silence followed Harry's comment, but it was not am uncomfortable silence. On the contrary, it was one of understanding and compassion. Mr. Evans broke the silence with a cough.
"Well, Mark and I are going to give you a gift that took us some time to find, but I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."
Mark was running back to his father and Harry now holding a large package in his hands. It was wrapped with only white paper in the most unusual way possible.
"As you can see... uh... it was packaged by a true Evans."
Mark handed Harry the gift and was eying it with something between reverence and amazement.
"Now before you open it Harry, I have two things to say. One is that we will not take it back, and that we will go on living with food on our tables. The second thing is to learn all you can about handling the contents in there with as much expertise and professionalism that you show with your martial arts skills. Now go on. Open it before we all die of old age from me talking so much."
Harry, trying his best to not rip the paper or any other part of the present, opened the package. Inside was a wooden case with two stones, one black and one white. Inspecting it more closely, Harry saw writing in ancient runes across the top of the box probably saying some old phrase or something. Harry seeing two clips on the side of the beautiful case unclipped them to see what was inside. When he opened it, Harry was shocked by what was inside. It was a sword. To call this thing a sword however, is like to call a butter knife a dagger. Its blade was black and white mixing into each other not to form grey but some color that is too hard to describe with words (use your imagination peoples.) It reflected Harry's image right back at him, and it was then that Harry realized how much he had changed. He was no longer the little boy that had lived at Privet Drive but a man ready to take the world on and fulfill his purpose. Being brought back to reality, Harry noticed a word engraved onto the blade written in the same runes that were on the case but again could not decipher their meaning. Examining the sword further, he found that the hilt itself was priceless. It was covered with jewels of all different shades and colors. In fact, there were eight stones: red, blue, green, yellow, purple, orange, white, black, and one that had all of them combined. Harry stared at the sword with awe and wonder.
"The sword dealer I went to was a magical one. Don't worry, I have wizarding connections. No one knows what those runes mean. They're too old. He said that no one could touch the sword without being burned, but something tells me that you can. Go on test it out."
Harry's hand reached for the blade hoping that the burn wouldn't hurt too much. He touched the awesome weapon awaiting the pain, but it never came. Instead Harry felt warmth spread from the weapon to his arm. Harry knew at once that this was indeed a weapon made for him. Harry lifted the sword and began to play around with it. He first swung it around a few times and was amazed by its weight. It was very light. Harry deciding to test its sharpness, struck at an ugly dead tree that ruined the Evans's otherwise magnificent yard. It was cleaved into two like a hot knife cutting butter. Harry again just stared in awe at the blade in his hand. He wasn't the only one though. Mark and Mr. Evans were gaping at Harry.
"Wow, Harry. You had better be careful with that thing. I don't want my new nephew to look like that tree. Speaking of which, could you help me just pull that stump out of the ground."
Harry looked at Mr. Evans and burst out laughing.
"Thanks for the gift Uncle John. Pulling out that ugly stump is the least I could do."
Harry dropped the sword and started towards the offending object. Harry grabbed hold of one of the longer roots and tugged on it with all his might. It only took three seconds for the remaining part of the tree to come free. Harry put the stump and the part of the tree that he cut down by the sidewalk so that the trash man could pick it up the next day.
Harry walked back to his weapon and was just about to pack it away in his case when he felt a jolt of pain pass through his heart. He staggered to the ground and began to have another vision of Voldemort. Harry couldn't understand it though. He was practicing Occlumency (remember karate rule #1) and hadn't gotten any visions from Voldemort all summer. Harry forgot all about that though when he saw what was going on, and he then understood why he was having it.
Harry wasn't Voldemort this time, but was watching the scene in a sort of third person view.
Voldemort and his inner circle were standing over three people most likely muggles. One looked like he was strong and had been working out for a while. The second one was a woman who was crying over the third body at her feet. The body had a sort of stocky build and a mustache. It was the Dursleys.
Voldemort's hissing voice was soon heard.
"Let me take the boy. I know of the protection that Lily gave him and I can't get him unless you allow me to, or I kill you. The choice is up to you."
Aunt Petunia stared at the snake-like face of her sister's murderer with a determined look.
"I will never let you take my nephew. I will kill you before I let you take him."
Voldemort looked at Aunt Petunia with a sort of disgusted but satisfied look on his face.
"So be it. Avada Kedavra."
Aunt Petunia's now limp body hit the ground with a thud. Voldemort turned to face Uncle Vernon who was staring at Voldemort with the utmost rage. But before Harry's uncle could do anything, Voldemort cast the Killing Curse on him. Voldemort finally turned towards Dudley who was not shaking in fear, but holding his head high and proud.
"You may have killed my parents Voldemort, but you will never get Harry or me."
"Is that so? Avada Kedavra!"
But Dudley was way ahead of him and was already breaking free of his captors' grips. He dodged out of the way when the curse came and threw one of the Death Eaters that was holding him in front of it instead. The man was dead before he knew what had happened. Dudley didn't waste any time staying in the same spot however. He was already running away from the group of evil beings. But he stopped when he was about ten feet away and turned to face the Death Eaters and Voldemort. He stared at them in disgust for a few seconds before beginning to chant something. Though most of the Death Eaters didn't know what was going on, Voldemort and Harry stared at Dudley in fear and in Harry's case anguish. Dudley was going to perform the Explosion Spell. Harry was wondering how Dudley knew about this complex and sacrificial spell when he remembered telling Dudley about magic.
Flashback...
"So not all magic has to be used with a wand," asked a now curious Dudley.
"No. In fact, some of the most complex enchantments have to be used without a wand, but can sometimes kill the user. I remember reading about one spell called Explosion that even non-magical people like you can use. It focuses all of one's energy and expands it with such force that it destroys everything within twenty feet, including the user."
Dudley just stared with amazement at Harry before saying,
"Wow. You must really have something to protect if you're willing to give your life for it."
End Flashback...
Voldemort backed away from Dudley until he was a safe distance away while his Death Eaters were shooting jinxes at Dudley, but all of them were deflected by an invisible shield surrounding Dudley. Right before the explosion occurred, Dudley looked at Harry and said,
"Good Bye, Harry."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! An explosion shook the ground that Harry was standing on like an earthquake, but Harry was like a ghost and didn't feel it. Once the smoke cleared, Harry could see that at least half the Death Eaters there were either injured or killed by the blast. Voldemort, however, not hurt by the explosion, just said,
"On to Privet Drive."
And with the swishing of cloaks, all of the Death Eaters were gone. Harry came back to reality and began to search around himself frantically. There were still no Death Eaters near them, but they still weren't safe. Harry turned to the Evans and said,
"Death Eaters are here. I am going to send you to someplace safe."
Mark looked confusedly at Harry while Mr. Evans paled.
"What are you going to do Harry?"
Harry gave them a grim smile and just said,
"I'm going to test out my new sword."
Harry then began to focus his energy like Dudley did except he had no intention to blow himself up. Instead he focused on sending the Evans to #12 Grimmauld place. Harry didn't know if he could do it, but when he felt The Evans's leave his presence he dropped to the floor panting. No one was ever able to do that spell with more than one person before, but Harry was not going to gloat, yet. Harry lifted his sword and almost as if the weapon sensed danger, the case shrunk itself and fit itself in Harry's pocket. Harry turned and began walking to his now smoking home. When Harry got there, Death Eaters were swarming the street and burning everything in sight. His house, including all of his magical belongings, was gone. He was just thankful, for once, that Dumbledore took Hedwig away. Voldemort was no where to be seen, but Harry wasn't complaining. Several Death Eaters began heading his way, not knowing that it was him. Harry dodged the first spell that they threw at him and deflected the other one back at them with flat end of his blade. It happened to be a Killing Curse, and they both died on contact. Harry could not dwell on them however as more and more Death Eaters began running after him. Harry could tell that this sword was his weapon alone. It almost moved with his thoughts and in the most graceful yet deadly way imaginable. One could think him a champion in kendo or other type of sword fighting style. Harry quickly decapitated two more Death Eaters in his haste to protect the people on Privet Drive. Harry was now covered in blood and severely wishing that some Order members would get here soon. He was facing three Death Eaters when they came in a burst of flame and glory.
"Show offs."
Harry took advantage of the distraction and stabbed the first Death Eater through the chest and ripped upward tearing his skull in half. Harry was already in the process of decapitating the second Death eater when a Cruciatus Curse hit him from behind. Harry almost dropped his sword, but he managed to keep hold of it. The pain wasn't as bad as his transformation, but it still hurt a lot. Harry, still under the painful curse, began to think about how the Cruciatus Curse worked.
'I'm screaming in pain, but why? I'm not even being touched. Maybe this whole spell is an illusion on the senses. If that's the case then I will not be fooled anymore.'
Harry stopped twitching, and the Death Eater thought that he died from the pain. For a second nothing happened. The Death Eater turned away from Harry getting ready to fight again when a black and white sword plunged through his back and out his stomach. Harry pulled the sword out just in time to see another curse flying his way. Harry ducked the curse and rolled behind a bush. Harry was just about to get up when a searing pain came from his scar. Harry, ignoring the agonizing feeling, stood up to face his parents' killer.
Voldemort was in the process of torturing Remus Lupin when he was punched by a tall muscular man. Voldemort's concentration was broken and Remus Lupin was freed from the curse. The man who had hurt him was helping the werewolf up to his feet. Voldemort was furious. He had never been punched before, let alone by a muggle with a butter knife. This was the second time tonight when a muggle has hurt either him or his forces. Voldemort fired the Killing Curse at the man.
Harry was helping the last true Marauder to his feet when he heard Voldemort shout the Killing Curse from behind him. Harry pushed Remus back down to the ground and deflected the curse with his sword. Harry was now looking into the snake faced killer of thousands of people. Harry felt anger course through his body as he ran towards Voldemort, sword out and gleaming with blood. Voldemort fired another curse at Harry but he just dodged and struck Voldemort with the powerful weapon. Voldemort's arm fell limp on the ground still convulsing with pain. Voldemort was now screaming like one of his prisoners and was backing away from Harry with his wand held out shaking. Harry could tell that everyone was watching him. He just stared at Voldemort and said for all to hear,
"You are lucky that it is not your time to die Voldemort, but I will come for you soon. Live in fear now."
Harry banished the Death Eaters and Voldemort from Privet Drive in a black light and knelt down to regain his energy. He didn't know why he didn't kill Voldemort right then and there, but he felt that it was not his time to leave the world. Harry was very confused, but before he could say anything, Dumbledore and an official looking wizard began walking towards Harry. The official looking one decided to talk first.
"The Ministry of Magic thanks you for your efforts but must now take you into questioning and possible custody-"
Harry began laughing in a high maniacal way and looked at the two wizards standing before him. They still didn't know who he was. The official wizard was highly offended by the interruption but Dumbledore decided that he should try to talk to the rouge warrior.
"We are sorry if you have lost any friends or family members in this attack, but everything will be explained if you just come with us."
"I don't need any explanations Dumb-bledore. I now have control and will not be your pawn in this war."
Harry looked over the crowd trying to savor the reactions that he was getting. The Order was looking like they were ready to attack this punk who got lucky while Dumbledore was staring confusedly at Harry. Comprehension began to dawn on Dumbledore's face as Harry resumed talking.
"I am terribly sorry that I have to leave so soon, but you may all know me as Zarian."
Harry then disappeared in a bright flash of white light to his new school of sorcerers.
