My attempt of a Harry Potter fanfic. This idea has been swimming in my
mind for quite a while. We all know Hagrid pulls Harry out of the flames
after Voldemort attacks. But what if he had gotten there too late? What
if someone else pulls him from the wreckage? Someone who sets on using him
for their own schemes...
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 6- Cruciatus Training
"Get up boy!"
A nine-year-old Harry Potter groaned as he slowly got up from his prone position. It felt as if every nerve in his body was on fire. He glanced up at the short and chubby man in front of him and frowned. This wasn't his idea of fun, but his mother had hugged him and told him that this training was for his own good.
"Excellent." Peter said briskly. "You're doing better than I expected Harry. A few more days, and the most painful curse in the world will feel like a minor tickling charm to you." Peter wasn't joking either. For the past 6 years, he had continuously put Harry under the Cruciatus for extended periods of time. The longest time being 3 hours and 12 minutes, which was a feat in itself.
"Again!" Peter yelled and pointed his wand at Harry. "Crucio!" Harry clenched his fists tightly and awaited the white light that was traveling his way at unimaginable speeds. Peter watched as the light of the Cruciatus strike Harry and proceeded to do its job. To his amazement, Harry showed no external symptoms of being hit with the curse this time. He only stood there and held his gaze with those frightening emerald eyes that were filled with determination.
Peter poured all of his energy into channeling the curse he was currently using, but the only response he got from Harry in 15 minutes was a small grunt. Feeling utterly exhausted, he let the curse drop and lowered his wand. Harry's only acknowledgement of this was to ease up a bit in his posture. Peter looked over at the small boy and shook his head in wonder. The other wizards would no doubt cast stronger Cruciatus curses than he. How could he prepare Harry for them? Suddenly, the idea came to him.
"Harry, I need you to put the Cruciatus on yourself. There's no way you will be prepared if you only experience it from me."
Harry looked bewildered for a moment before realizing what he was asked to do. He looked down at his hand and back up to Peter. 'For my survival' he chanted to himself before closing his eyes and concentrating.
Peter watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Harry raised his hands to his chest and murmured an incantation. Peter shielded his eyes as the most intense white light appeared and partially blinded him. Harry's screams through his clenched teeth could easily be heard. Peter looked around nervously for any bystanders, but they were in a shadowy portion of Diagon Alley. Screams were common, and Peter had the foresight to put up a silencing charm around their training area.
The minutes flew by, and Harry's screams had long since died down. With a hand still pointed at his own chest, Harry's face was contorted into absolute concentration. He showed no signs of releasing the curse, and Peter was getting nervous. He had only planned on staying in this location for half an hour max, but Harry had taken up more than that with his self- inflicted curse.
"Harry! That's enough!" He yelled. Harry dropped his hand from his chest and opened his eyes. They were filled with pain and anguish, but also of fierce determination and willpower. Peter almost smiled when he saw this, but managed to contain himself. "I think that will do for one day. Come on, let's go."
The pair walked the busy streets of Diagon Alley, and Peter didn't even bother to transfigure himself or Harry. It had been seven years, and the only ones who would recognize him were fellow Death Eaters or Sirius Black. He shuddered at the mention of either party, but grinned inwardly when he thought of his secret weapon.
Glancing over at Harry, he saw his young charge glancing in avid fascination at the quidditch store. Peter knew that if he wanted Harry's loyalty, he would have to keep him happy. Being on the constant receiving end of the Cruciatus wasn't very enjoyable. It took half a second before his mind was made.
"Are you interested in flying a broom Harry?" He asked. Harry turned towards him and nodded enthusiastically. A glint of excitement shone in his eyes and he smiled.
"Very well." Peter stated. "But you must get it on your own. I trust that you know how to convince people to do what you want?"
"Yeah." Harry said and pointed at a random person. Peter saw this and immediately grabbed Harry's arm before he could speak the incantation. Harry looked at him confused. "Isn't that what I was supposed to do?"
"No! I mean yes that was what you were supposed to do. But that wasn't a correct target. That cheap bastard couldn't afford a good broom. You have to look out for these things." Peter explained. "Look for prime targets that have good yields when trying something like this. There, that's a good target." He pointed to a fat wizard wearing extremely expensive looking dress robes.
"Imperio!" Harry whispered. Within a second, the fat man walked into the quidditch store. Harry grinned triumphantly when the man returned with a brand new broom wrapped in its original packaging. He directed the man towards him and took the broom before sending him away.
Peter looked at the broom with wide eyes. "Bloody hell! The new Nimbus series! That thing costs at least 750 galleons!"
"Is that a lot of money?"
Peter nodded his head mutely before grinning. "You did great Harry. I'll make you the most powerful wizard yet. Just remember that you have true potential. Don't EVER let anyone talk you out of it or convince you not to use your powers." Harry nodded and hugged his newly acquired broom to himself. Peter grinned inwardly before remembering something. "I have to go get some curse books for you. Wait here."
Harry shrugged and proceeded to open his broom package to examine the contents. There were several oohs and ahs from passing kids but he didn't care. He wanted to fly it.
"But why father? Even that boy has one!" A sudden shout broke Harry out of his revere. He glanced up to see a blonde boy his age complaining loudly to his father about wanting a broom. "Please? I really want that broom!"
"Alright! I'll get you one! Wait here and shut your mouth!" The man screamed before walking into the quidditch store in a rage. The blonde boy glanced to Harry and walked over. He took one look at the Nimbus in Harry's hand and grinned.
"Wow that's a wicked broom! My dad's getting me one just like it! I'm Draco by the way. Draco Malfoy!" The blonde boy said emphasizing his last name. He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry looked at the outstretched hand with confusion. "Uh...what am I supposed to do with that?"
Draco looked stunned for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "What are you supposed to do?" he said incredulously. "You're supposed to shake it! That's why people offer handshakes!"
"Oh." Harry said feeling awkward. He had never had a conversation with anyone his own age. Most of the people he was around were his mother's friends. He took Draco's offered hand and shook it awkwardly. Draco grinned and sat down beside him.
"So what's your name? I already introduced myself."
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Potter eh? Can't say I've heard of your family." Draco said then narrowed his eyes. "You're not one of those filthy mudbloods are you?"
"What's a mudblood?" Harry asked clueless. Draco regarded him for a minute before responding.
"It's a person who is born to a muggle family and has magic. Pretty damn freaky if you ask me. And it ruins the bloodlines! What a waste."
"Oh no I'm not a mudblood. My dad's a wizard." Harry said not fully grasping the pureblood concept. Draco raised his eyebrows and pondered for a few minutes before nodding.
"Yeah you're not too bad for a halfblood. At least you have some decent ancestry in you. Damn filthy mudbloods. I hate them. They are probably plotting to overthrow the world of wizardry."
Harry's eyes widened. "They're planning to overthrow the wizard world?" Draco nodded in response. Harry pondered for a moment before continuing. "You don't think...that these people are the one's my parents are warning me about? The one's that plan to kill me in the future?"
"Probably. I wouldn't give them a chance if I had a choice. I'd eliminate every one of those mudbloods before they can carry out whatever the hell they think they are doing. But the stupid idiots in the ministry don't see the dangers."
"The ministry?"
"Yeah. Those annoying self-righteous aurors. And that incompetent minister. My dad should be minister. Everything would be fixed then."
"Indeed." Came a voice from behind the pair. The two jumped and spun around. "But what have I said about discussing these matters in public?"
"Sorry father. I didn't mean to." Draco apologized with his head bowed. Harry looked from one to the other. He could definitely see the resemblance of the Malfoy blood in both. Draco and his father shared the same long blonde hair, steely blue-gray eyes, and a sharp aristocratic presence that demanded respect. The elder Malfoy turned towards Harry and looked him over.
"And who is this?"
"Father, that's Harry Potter. He's my new friend that I just met while you were in the store."
"Indeed." The elder Malfoy said and nodded slightly at Harry. Turning back to Draco, he handed him the newly purchased Nimbus. "Come along. We have little time to dawdle after you forced me to waste my time in that store."
The elder Malfoy started off and Draco took one last second to say goodbye. "Well Harry, it was good meeting you. Hopefully we'll meet again soon. Who knows? We may even be in the same house if we both go to Hogwarts!" With that he turned and left.
"What's Hogwarts?" Harry asked nobody in particular as he watched the two disappear. A few minutes later, Peter reappeared with an armful of books. As the two made their way to muggle London, Harry asked what was on his mind.
"Dad, what's Hogwarts?"
Peter looked surprised for a minute before answering. "It's a magical school in Scotland. Where did you hear about that?"
"Draco mentioned it." Harry explained as the pair stepped through the door of the Leaky Cauldron. "I met him when you were buying books. He said something about being in the same house if we both go. Do you think I can?"
Peter pondered the question for a few minutes as they boarded a subway train that took them home. Sending Harry to Hogwarts would no doubt be beneficial, but the risks were also high. His cover could be blown if anyone recognizes him. There was no doubt that Dumbledor would suspect something.
The trip home was mostly uneventful until one stop away from their final destination. Six figures clad in black robes boarded the train and all conversation ceased. They looked around and one of them laughed in a maniacal way. The figure pulled out a wand and pointed it towards the train operator.
"Foolish muggles. Crucio!" White light engulfed the operator and he fell from his seat in agony. With nobody to pilot the train, it quickly went out of control causing absolute chaos. Peter snapped out of his stupor when someone crashed into him from behind. Pushing the offender off of him, he turned towards Harry and prepared to apparate.
"Come on Harry! We need to get out of here!" Peter shouted. Harry didn't acknowledge him, but continued to stare at the train car in front of them. The cloaked figures were easy to spot and most of the frightened passengers poured to the back of the car.
"We have to go now!" Peter tried again. "This train will crash soon and we don't want to be on it when it does!" Several people gasped at what Peter said but he didn't care. A mixture of white and green light could easily be seen and were telltale signs of the cruciatus and killing curse. He didn't want to be around when the six decided to come to the next car. Finally Harry turned towards him, but the look in his eyes said anything but run away.
"I'm going to help." Harry said softly before apparating into the next car. Peter watched stunned as he watched Harry disappear and reappear. They had an easy escape route, and yet Harry decided to go confront the Death Eaters. Even worse was the fact that he knew he couldn't help. The Death Eaters would recognize him in an instant and he would be subjugated to the killing curse on the spot.
"This can't be happening..." Peter said to himself as he apparated away from the train. The others stood with their mouths open as two fellow passengers just disappeared from sight. In the next car, Harry appeared instantly with equal surprise to the occupants. The muggles were huddled to one side and the Death Eaters were positioned at the other end and enjoyed firing random curses into the helpless crowd.
Harry appeared in the middle of the car and all of the curses stopped. He realized that all eyes were fixed on him and he leveled the Death Eaters with a glare.
"You mudbloods will pay for what you have done!" Harry said with his new Nimbus slung over his shoulder. The Death Eaters were speechless at the declaration. Out of everything that they have been called, mudblood was never one of them.
"What did you say boy!?" One of the figures demanded as she pointed her wand towards Harry. "Crucio!"
Harry watched with little interest as the now very familiar white light hit him. He looked up to the caster in boredom as the spell continued to do its work. As far as he could tell, it would take a thousand of these at the same time to equal what he put himself through earlier in the day.
The Death Eater lowered her wand in shock as she saw that the curse had absolutely no effect on the small boy standing in front of her. She backed away a little when she saw a small smirk appear on his lips.
"Here, let me show you how it's done." Harry said as he ignored more of the cruciatus thrown his way. "Imperio!"
A Death Eater suddenly turned towards a comrade and pointed his wand at the other cloaked figure. "Avada Kedavra!" he shouted against his will. Within seconds, the Death Eater ranks fell to five. "Avada Kedavra!" Another Death Eater fell before the surviving ones regained their senses and took aim at Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!" Three simultaneous killing curses were thrown his way, and Harry barely had time to jump behind a seat before the words were finished. The green light flew overhead and he heard screams and crying from the back of the train compartment.
'Some muggles must have died' Harry thought to himself and crawled forward under the seats as the Death Eaters advanced on his position. Harry saw one run by and pointed at the figure. "Incendio!"
Within an instant, the Death Eater's robes were on fire and hysterical screams were heard.
"Ahhh!! I'm on fire! My robes!"
"Shut up Nott! Get out of here before I kill you myself!" Another said. The one on fire immediately apparated away. Harry immediately sprang from his hiding position and stunned the Death Eater closest to him. Shouts of "Avada Kedavra!" followed him and he barely had time to duck behind another row of seats before more green lights went overhead resulting in more screams from the muggles.
"This can't be happening! He's just a boy!" One of the remaining two Death Eaters shouted. "And he doesn't have a wand!"
"Impossible! Even Lord Voldemort couldn't perform curses without a wand. How could this boy?"
"Crucio!" The two were busy arguing and didn't see the flash of white light come from underneath one row of seats. One of the Death Eaters fell with cries of such agony that the other immediately disappeared. Harry held the curse and slowly approached the convulsing figure on the floor that was still screaming in pain. His brilliant green eyes were indignant and filled with anger.
"So mudblood." Harry spat. "You enjoy torturing and killing innocent defenseless people, but how do you like it when you are on the receiving end of it?" Harry asked and increased the potency of the curse. The scream instantly doubled in intensity before the Death Eater started coughing up blood. A hoarse cry for mercy was barely audible but Harry heard it. He slowly released the curse, but the body on the floor was still convulsing. Harry removed the hood and peered at the bloody and battered face of the Death Eater.
He grabbed the robe of the figure and hauled him so they were peering eye to eye. The Death Eater stared in fear as Harry glared down at him.
"Listen well mudblood! I'll only say this once. If you ever, and I mean EVER do something like this again, I won't hesitate to kill you on sight. I've been training all my life to deal with people like you. Pass this onto your mudblood friends." Harry snarled before letting go of the Death Eater's robes. He stood and examined the frightened figure before shaking his head. "I mean what I said. Now get out of here!"
The Death Eater didn't have to be told twice. Coughing up blood and trembling, he apparated away. Harry looked to the two dead bodies and one stunned Death Eater and sighed. A sudden lurch of the train brought him out of his thoughts. He had completely forgot about the runaway train!
Another swerve threw Harry off his feet and he tried to grip a nearby handrail for balance. This was in vain as no later then a second later, the train derailed and Harry was tossed forward haphazardly. He barely registered the screams of the other passengers when the grinding of metal became deafening. Harry's last memories were of an incoming inferno from explosions in the engine department before hitting his head on a nearby seat and blacking out.
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A/N: I hope this chapter was satisfactory in advancing the plot. I know the previous 5 chapters were kind of slow so I put a lot in this one to get it going. If anyone thinks I skipped too much time between Harry as a toddler and his 9 year old self, I'll write another chapter and put it in between 5 and 6. My opinion is the faster Harry gets to Hogwarts, the faster I can get the master plot going.
Also note that Harry is a bit confused on what a mudblood is. He assumes the people who cause havoc and chaos are all mudbloods since he was taught that they are the ones that are trying to kill him.
Please review so I can get some ideas on how to improve this story. It's still in its infant stages. Thanks.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any characters mentioned within SS/PS CoS PoA or GoF. I'm merely borrowing them for use in my personal plot. Keyword: borrowing. As in will return. Unless otherwise noted, all characters are copyrighted by JKR. I guess this could be considered AU.
Faith in a Boy
Chapter 6- Cruciatus Training
"Get up boy!"
A nine-year-old Harry Potter groaned as he slowly got up from his prone position. It felt as if every nerve in his body was on fire. He glanced up at the short and chubby man in front of him and frowned. This wasn't his idea of fun, but his mother had hugged him and told him that this training was for his own good.
"Excellent." Peter said briskly. "You're doing better than I expected Harry. A few more days, and the most painful curse in the world will feel like a minor tickling charm to you." Peter wasn't joking either. For the past 6 years, he had continuously put Harry under the Cruciatus for extended periods of time. The longest time being 3 hours and 12 minutes, which was a feat in itself.
"Again!" Peter yelled and pointed his wand at Harry. "Crucio!" Harry clenched his fists tightly and awaited the white light that was traveling his way at unimaginable speeds. Peter watched as the light of the Cruciatus strike Harry and proceeded to do its job. To his amazement, Harry showed no external symptoms of being hit with the curse this time. He only stood there and held his gaze with those frightening emerald eyes that were filled with determination.
Peter poured all of his energy into channeling the curse he was currently using, but the only response he got from Harry in 15 minutes was a small grunt. Feeling utterly exhausted, he let the curse drop and lowered his wand. Harry's only acknowledgement of this was to ease up a bit in his posture. Peter looked over at the small boy and shook his head in wonder. The other wizards would no doubt cast stronger Cruciatus curses than he. How could he prepare Harry for them? Suddenly, the idea came to him.
"Harry, I need you to put the Cruciatus on yourself. There's no way you will be prepared if you only experience it from me."
Harry looked bewildered for a moment before realizing what he was asked to do. He looked down at his hand and back up to Peter. 'For my survival' he chanted to himself before closing his eyes and concentrating.
Peter watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. Harry raised his hands to his chest and murmured an incantation. Peter shielded his eyes as the most intense white light appeared and partially blinded him. Harry's screams through his clenched teeth could easily be heard. Peter looked around nervously for any bystanders, but they were in a shadowy portion of Diagon Alley. Screams were common, and Peter had the foresight to put up a silencing charm around their training area.
The minutes flew by, and Harry's screams had long since died down. With a hand still pointed at his own chest, Harry's face was contorted into absolute concentration. He showed no signs of releasing the curse, and Peter was getting nervous. He had only planned on staying in this location for half an hour max, but Harry had taken up more than that with his self- inflicted curse.
"Harry! That's enough!" He yelled. Harry dropped his hand from his chest and opened his eyes. They were filled with pain and anguish, but also of fierce determination and willpower. Peter almost smiled when he saw this, but managed to contain himself. "I think that will do for one day. Come on, let's go."
The pair walked the busy streets of Diagon Alley, and Peter didn't even bother to transfigure himself or Harry. It had been seven years, and the only ones who would recognize him were fellow Death Eaters or Sirius Black. He shuddered at the mention of either party, but grinned inwardly when he thought of his secret weapon.
Glancing over at Harry, he saw his young charge glancing in avid fascination at the quidditch store. Peter knew that if he wanted Harry's loyalty, he would have to keep him happy. Being on the constant receiving end of the Cruciatus wasn't very enjoyable. It took half a second before his mind was made.
"Are you interested in flying a broom Harry?" He asked. Harry turned towards him and nodded enthusiastically. A glint of excitement shone in his eyes and he smiled.
"Very well." Peter stated. "But you must get it on your own. I trust that you know how to convince people to do what you want?"
"Yeah." Harry said and pointed at a random person. Peter saw this and immediately grabbed Harry's arm before he could speak the incantation. Harry looked at him confused. "Isn't that what I was supposed to do?"
"No! I mean yes that was what you were supposed to do. But that wasn't a correct target. That cheap bastard couldn't afford a good broom. You have to look out for these things." Peter explained. "Look for prime targets that have good yields when trying something like this. There, that's a good target." He pointed to a fat wizard wearing extremely expensive looking dress robes.
"Imperio!" Harry whispered. Within a second, the fat man walked into the quidditch store. Harry grinned triumphantly when the man returned with a brand new broom wrapped in its original packaging. He directed the man towards him and took the broom before sending him away.
Peter looked at the broom with wide eyes. "Bloody hell! The new Nimbus series! That thing costs at least 750 galleons!"
"Is that a lot of money?"
Peter nodded his head mutely before grinning. "You did great Harry. I'll make you the most powerful wizard yet. Just remember that you have true potential. Don't EVER let anyone talk you out of it or convince you not to use your powers." Harry nodded and hugged his newly acquired broom to himself. Peter grinned inwardly before remembering something. "I have to go get some curse books for you. Wait here."
Harry shrugged and proceeded to open his broom package to examine the contents. There were several oohs and ahs from passing kids but he didn't care. He wanted to fly it.
"But why father? Even that boy has one!" A sudden shout broke Harry out of his revere. He glanced up to see a blonde boy his age complaining loudly to his father about wanting a broom. "Please? I really want that broom!"
"Alright! I'll get you one! Wait here and shut your mouth!" The man screamed before walking into the quidditch store in a rage. The blonde boy glanced to Harry and walked over. He took one look at the Nimbus in Harry's hand and grinned.
"Wow that's a wicked broom! My dad's getting me one just like it! I'm Draco by the way. Draco Malfoy!" The blonde boy said emphasizing his last name. He held out his hand for Harry to shake.
Harry looked at the outstretched hand with confusion. "Uh...what am I supposed to do with that?"
Draco looked stunned for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "What are you supposed to do?" he said incredulously. "You're supposed to shake it! That's why people offer handshakes!"
"Oh." Harry said feeling awkward. He had never had a conversation with anyone his own age. Most of the people he was around were his mother's friends. He took Draco's offered hand and shook it awkwardly. Draco grinned and sat down beside him.
"So what's your name? I already introduced myself."
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Potter eh? Can't say I've heard of your family." Draco said then narrowed his eyes. "You're not one of those filthy mudbloods are you?"
"What's a mudblood?" Harry asked clueless. Draco regarded him for a minute before responding.
"It's a person who is born to a muggle family and has magic. Pretty damn freaky if you ask me. And it ruins the bloodlines! What a waste."
"Oh no I'm not a mudblood. My dad's a wizard." Harry said not fully grasping the pureblood concept. Draco raised his eyebrows and pondered for a few minutes before nodding.
"Yeah you're not too bad for a halfblood. At least you have some decent ancestry in you. Damn filthy mudbloods. I hate them. They are probably plotting to overthrow the world of wizardry."
Harry's eyes widened. "They're planning to overthrow the wizard world?" Draco nodded in response. Harry pondered for a moment before continuing. "You don't think...that these people are the one's my parents are warning me about? The one's that plan to kill me in the future?"
"Probably. I wouldn't give them a chance if I had a choice. I'd eliminate every one of those mudbloods before they can carry out whatever the hell they think they are doing. But the stupid idiots in the ministry don't see the dangers."
"The ministry?"
"Yeah. Those annoying self-righteous aurors. And that incompetent minister. My dad should be minister. Everything would be fixed then."
"Indeed." Came a voice from behind the pair. The two jumped and spun around. "But what have I said about discussing these matters in public?"
"Sorry father. I didn't mean to." Draco apologized with his head bowed. Harry looked from one to the other. He could definitely see the resemblance of the Malfoy blood in both. Draco and his father shared the same long blonde hair, steely blue-gray eyes, and a sharp aristocratic presence that demanded respect. The elder Malfoy turned towards Harry and looked him over.
"And who is this?"
"Father, that's Harry Potter. He's my new friend that I just met while you were in the store."
"Indeed." The elder Malfoy said and nodded slightly at Harry. Turning back to Draco, he handed him the newly purchased Nimbus. "Come along. We have little time to dawdle after you forced me to waste my time in that store."
The elder Malfoy started off and Draco took one last second to say goodbye. "Well Harry, it was good meeting you. Hopefully we'll meet again soon. Who knows? We may even be in the same house if we both go to Hogwarts!" With that he turned and left.
"What's Hogwarts?" Harry asked nobody in particular as he watched the two disappear. A few minutes later, Peter reappeared with an armful of books. As the two made their way to muggle London, Harry asked what was on his mind.
"Dad, what's Hogwarts?"
Peter looked surprised for a minute before answering. "It's a magical school in Scotland. Where did you hear about that?"
"Draco mentioned it." Harry explained as the pair stepped through the door of the Leaky Cauldron. "I met him when you were buying books. He said something about being in the same house if we both go. Do you think I can?"
Peter pondered the question for a few minutes as they boarded a subway train that took them home. Sending Harry to Hogwarts would no doubt be beneficial, but the risks were also high. His cover could be blown if anyone recognizes him. There was no doubt that Dumbledor would suspect something.
The trip home was mostly uneventful until one stop away from their final destination. Six figures clad in black robes boarded the train and all conversation ceased. They looked around and one of them laughed in a maniacal way. The figure pulled out a wand and pointed it towards the train operator.
"Foolish muggles. Crucio!" White light engulfed the operator and he fell from his seat in agony. With nobody to pilot the train, it quickly went out of control causing absolute chaos. Peter snapped out of his stupor when someone crashed into him from behind. Pushing the offender off of him, he turned towards Harry and prepared to apparate.
"Come on Harry! We need to get out of here!" Peter shouted. Harry didn't acknowledge him, but continued to stare at the train car in front of them. The cloaked figures were easy to spot and most of the frightened passengers poured to the back of the car.
"We have to go now!" Peter tried again. "This train will crash soon and we don't want to be on it when it does!" Several people gasped at what Peter said but he didn't care. A mixture of white and green light could easily be seen and were telltale signs of the cruciatus and killing curse. He didn't want to be around when the six decided to come to the next car. Finally Harry turned towards him, but the look in his eyes said anything but run away.
"I'm going to help." Harry said softly before apparating into the next car. Peter watched stunned as he watched Harry disappear and reappear. They had an easy escape route, and yet Harry decided to go confront the Death Eaters. Even worse was the fact that he knew he couldn't help. The Death Eaters would recognize him in an instant and he would be subjugated to the killing curse on the spot.
"This can't be happening..." Peter said to himself as he apparated away from the train. The others stood with their mouths open as two fellow passengers just disappeared from sight. In the next car, Harry appeared instantly with equal surprise to the occupants. The muggles were huddled to one side and the Death Eaters were positioned at the other end and enjoyed firing random curses into the helpless crowd.
Harry appeared in the middle of the car and all of the curses stopped. He realized that all eyes were fixed on him and he leveled the Death Eaters with a glare.
"You mudbloods will pay for what you have done!" Harry said with his new Nimbus slung over his shoulder. The Death Eaters were speechless at the declaration. Out of everything that they have been called, mudblood was never one of them.
"What did you say boy!?" One of the figures demanded as she pointed her wand towards Harry. "Crucio!"
Harry watched with little interest as the now very familiar white light hit him. He looked up to the caster in boredom as the spell continued to do its work. As far as he could tell, it would take a thousand of these at the same time to equal what he put himself through earlier in the day.
The Death Eater lowered her wand in shock as she saw that the curse had absolutely no effect on the small boy standing in front of her. She backed away a little when she saw a small smirk appear on his lips.
"Here, let me show you how it's done." Harry said as he ignored more of the cruciatus thrown his way. "Imperio!"
A Death Eater suddenly turned towards a comrade and pointed his wand at the other cloaked figure. "Avada Kedavra!" he shouted against his will. Within seconds, the Death Eater ranks fell to five. "Avada Kedavra!" Another Death Eater fell before the surviving ones regained their senses and took aim at Harry.
"Avada Kedavra!" Three simultaneous killing curses were thrown his way, and Harry barely had time to jump behind a seat before the words were finished. The green light flew overhead and he heard screams and crying from the back of the train compartment.
'Some muggles must have died' Harry thought to himself and crawled forward under the seats as the Death Eaters advanced on his position. Harry saw one run by and pointed at the figure. "Incendio!"
Within an instant, the Death Eater's robes were on fire and hysterical screams were heard.
"Ahhh!! I'm on fire! My robes!"
"Shut up Nott! Get out of here before I kill you myself!" Another said. The one on fire immediately apparated away. Harry immediately sprang from his hiding position and stunned the Death Eater closest to him. Shouts of "Avada Kedavra!" followed him and he barely had time to duck behind another row of seats before more green lights went overhead resulting in more screams from the muggles.
"This can't be happening! He's just a boy!" One of the remaining two Death Eaters shouted. "And he doesn't have a wand!"
"Impossible! Even Lord Voldemort couldn't perform curses without a wand. How could this boy?"
"Crucio!" The two were busy arguing and didn't see the flash of white light come from underneath one row of seats. One of the Death Eaters fell with cries of such agony that the other immediately disappeared. Harry held the curse and slowly approached the convulsing figure on the floor that was still screaming in pain. His brilliant green eyes were indignant and filled with anger.
"So mudblood." Harry spat. "You enjoy torturing and killing innocent defenseless people, but how do you like it when you are on the receiving end of it?" Harry asked and increased the potency of the curse. The scream instantly doubled in intensity before the Death Eater started coughing up blood. A hoarse cry for mercy was barely audible but Harry heard it. He slowly released the curse, but the body on the floor was still convulsing. Harry removed the hood and peered at the bloody and battered face of the Death Eater.
He grabbed the robe of the figure and hauled him so they were peering eye to eye. The Death Eater stared in fear as Harry glared down at him.
"Listen well mudblood! I'll only say this once. If you ever, and I mean EVER do something like this again, I won't hesitate to kill you on sight. I've been training all my life to deal with people like you. Pass this onto your mudblood friends." Harry snarled before letting go of the Death Eater's robes. He stood and examined the frightened figure before shaking his head. "I mean what I said. Now get out of here!"
The Death Eater didn't have to be told twice. Coughing up blood and trembling, he apparated away. Harry looked to the two dead bodies and one stunned Death Eater and sighed. A sudden lurch of the train brought him out of his thoughts. He had completely forgot about the runaway train!
Another swerve threw Harry off his feet and he tried to grip a nearby handrail for balance. This was in vain as no later then a second later, the train derailed and Harry was tossed forward haphazardly. He barely registered the screams of the other passengers when the grinding of metal became deafening. Harry's last memories were of an incoming inferno from explosions in the engine department before hitting his head on a nearby seat and blacking out.
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A/N: I hope this chapter was satisfactory in advancing the plot. I know the previous 5 chapters were kind of slow so I put a lot in this one to get it going. If anyone thinks I skipped too much time between Harry as a toddler and his 9 year old self, I'll write another chapter and put it in between 5 and 6. My opinion is the faster Harry gets to Hogwarts, the faster I can get the master plot going.
Also note that Harry is a bit confused on what a mudblood is. He assumes the people who cause havoc and chaos are all mudbloods since he was taught that they are the ones that are trying to kill him.
Please review so I can get some ideas on how to improve this story. It's still in its infant stages. Thanks.
