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Harry Potter and the Quest for Vengeance
Chapter 4
Harry sped down the road in his car. He was on his way to the local pools. This had become part of his regular workout routine, alongside lifting weights, running, martial arts and basketball. At the pools he would usually spend about an hour swimming back and forth in a lane, then a half hour massage, then about fifteen minutes flirting with various female lifeguards and the girl at the front desk. His workouts were almost always accompanied by intense study of the books he had taken from the Room of Requirement. He had pretty much memorised both of his martial arts books and was a very capable fighter. Now he was intently studying Raw Magic and Power Expulsion. He had found it extremely difficult. The ability of using raw magic was found in almost no one currently living and hadn't been seen openly since the first war and even then it was only used by a few of the very top aurors, though it was suspected that Voldemort and a select group of Death Eaters also used it. The effort of it always left Harry extremely tired, his body weary much more so than 'Matrixxing it'.
Harry's ever increasing workload was due to the death of Sirius. He absolutely refused to think of it. The few times that he actually did caused him to be consumed by an intense anger which seemed to boil up inside of him, burning away at him until all he could do was smash at Dudley's punching bag until he was wiped out. Any letters he received that he saw as some sort of attempt at comforting him he destroyed. He wouldn't accept any help. This was his war and he would fight on his own terms, on his own. No one was going to stop him. It was going to be his way or the highway.
After his hour at the pools Harry returned to Privet drive. He and Dudley had come up with a plan so that Harry would be able to sneak out of Privet drive undetected. Dudley was waiting in the kitchen and Harry tossed him his car keys (Dudley wouldn't let Harry buy him one). Harry dashed upstairs and grabbed his hat and invisibility cloak then went back down.
Dudley looked up and smiled. "You ready?"
Harry nodded and chucked on his cloak. Dudley got up and made his way out to the car with Harry following closely. The invisibility cloak was to ensure that now prowling Order members would be able to follow them. Gods Harry hated that those cunts thought he needed their protection. He and Dudley made it to the car and got in. As they sped off to London Harry hoped like hell that it wasn't Mad-Eye Moody watching him this week. Soon they came to the Leaky Cauldron and Harry got out.
"Alright, pick me up here in about an hour." Dudley nodded and sped off. Harry then turned and walked in. He knew no one would recognise him. He had changed a lot from the small boy who left Hogwarts a couple of weeks ago. He had had a growth spurt and now stood at an even six feet tall. He was no longer thin and wiry; his extensive workout programme had left him with rather wide shoulders and his muscle mass had increased a hell of a lot. Not only this but his skin had taken on a light brown shade due to the increased amount of time he spent outside in the sun wearing either a singlet or no shirt at all. Right now he was wearing a dark blue pair of long, baggy Dickies shorts, a tight, light blue singlet and his dark blue hat to cover his scar. He also had on a white pair of DVS shoes.
He wandered through Diagon Alley and then turned off at the side street, which led to the infamous Knockturn Alley. He wandered along knowing that somewhere around here would be a shop he was looking for. As he walked he took in all his surroundings. He didn't see what the big deal was. Sure this place sold a lot more dangerous things and seemed as though it was no longer daytime but it wasn't really that bad. The only noticeable difference was that everyone walked almost as if they were trying to hide as they made their ways along the street. Suddenly Harry noticed a shop he wanted. It was called the Assassin Armament. It looked rather small on the outside but Harry persevered and wandered in. He glanced around at the hundreds of weapons that lined the walls. Some were of medieval design while others appeared newer. There were even muggle guns. Daggers and swords and axes, bows and arrows. Crossbows both double and single bolt lined the walls. So many were plain and yet more were encrusted with rubies and emeralds and such that they seemed more like bits of jewellery rather weapons.
"Can I help you sir?" Harry almost jumped at the voice but managed to mask his surprise as he turned in the voice's direction.
He carefully surveyed the man who had apparently spoken. He was tall and thin and wore light grey robes, which matched his emotionless grey eyes. His dark black hair came down to his shoulders and was tied back behind him. As he walked over to him Harry noticed that he moved swiftly and surely almost as if he was gliding.
Harry shook his head, "No, I'm just looking."
The nodded then glided off leaving Harry to continue looking around. Harry perused the walls a bit more before making his way over to the racks of handguns. He looked at several before picking up two all black 8mm Berettas. He inspected them a bit before continuing through the store. Then he stopped. There in the corner was a pair of identical swords. They were on a small rack and hardly noticeable among the flashy weapons that surrounded them. He picked one up and pulled the blade from the plain black scabbard. The blade was double edged and about eighty centimetres long. There seemed to be strange runes carved down the centre of the blade on both sides. The hilt was about twenty centimetres long and was wrapped in black leather. At the end of both hilts there were strange teeth like spikes sticking out.
"A fine choice." Harry almost jumped again as the man succeed in creeping up on him for the second time that day.
"If I may sir," Harry handed the sword to the man who picked up the other one as well. "These are a peculiar set. They were crafted by Larcon Kefra. He was an extremely talented swordsmith who lived around five hundred years ago. The Keltoi dwarves mined the steel before wizards wiped them out some three hundred and fifty years ago. They are unbreakable and have been infused with and eversharp charm."
Then the man looked into Harry's eyes. Their steel gazes locked together for what seemed like eternity and Harry felt as if the man was reading his very soul. Then they snapped out of it.
"There is one other thing about these swords," the man then lifted them parallel to the floor, the hilts facing in towards each other. Then he snapped them together and twisted, the strange teeth locking together and forming a long doubled ended sword. The man twirled it expertly. "Only the greatest of swordsmen are able to master the double ended blade. I myself am merely a novice, but you," he motioned to Harry "you can be a master."
Harry balked at the idea of him being a master and was sure that if the man were a muggle he'd probably be a used car salesman. What did Harry know about sword fighting? All he had was that book at home. Once more the man looked into Harry's eyes. Harry knew he wasn't using Legilimency as Harry had learned to use his Occlumency, albeit feebly, and could recognise the symptoms of the Legilimens spell. So what was he doing?
"Ah yes, not very trusting are you master Potter? Never mind, it will come to soon enough. It has already started, hasn't it?" Harry had no clue about what the hell this guy was going on about.
"It is alright master Potter. Now," the man made his way over to the counter. "With these swords you will need a belt," this he produced from under the counter, "and holsters for those guns." these also came from under the counter.
Harry handed the guns over to the man who holstered them.
"Now these magazines have everlast charms to continuously reproduce bullets when you run out, but they are produced from your magic and you must be holding the guns for it to work. They are also charmed with silencing spells, though there will be a small click each time you fire it is not overly loud. All four weapons are also covered in notice-me-not spells, which will keep muggles from seeing them. Though not if you handle them. This will work on most wizards as well but not on the more powerful ones."
The man handed the weapons back to Harry who strapped them on. He drew one sword and one gun to test then nodded at the man. He gave his Gringotts card to the man who swiped it and handed it back. As Harry was turning to leave the man spoke again.
"Remember young master Potter, revenge may not be the way to go. It will not bring him back. Nothing can."
Harry looked at the man quizzically before making his way out the door. It was then that Harry realised that he hadn't actually told the man his name. He shuddered a bit then made his way back out into Diagon Alley and the sunshine. He still had a while left before Dudley would pick him up so he went to a small café to grab something to eat. On his way there he saw a certain blonde haired Slytherin and as a smirk grew on his face Harry decided to 'bump' into him.
'Revenge.'
Draco Malfoy was having an awfully shitty summer. His father had been sent to Azkaban for twenty years.
'That damn Potter. It's all his fault.'
Now it was worse. The Malfoy accounts had been frozen pending an investigation. His mother had organised for him to be initiated in to the Death Eaters. He really didn't want to do it. He wasn't going to bow to some filthy half blood. He was Draco Malfoy and he bowed to no one.
Now he was here Diagon Alley, just wandering around. He had some money from the private vault at the mansion so he was fine. He had no real reason to be in Diagon Alley he just didn't have anything better to do. As he made his way along, looking in shop windows, he someone smacked into him, nearly knocking him right over.
Draco righted himself then looked up at the guy that had smacked into him. "Watch where you're going you."
The guy interrupted him, "Shut your damn mouth ferret!"
Draco was taken aback. He looked up into the green eyes of the young man in front of him. He was slightly taller than Draco and much more muscular. Draco suddenly wished he had Crabbe and Goyle here with him. The guy was dressed like a muggle so Draco thought he would have the upper hand.
Harry watched as Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at him. He smirked.
Draco watched as the guy smirked at him. He frowned and was about to use a curse when.
"Ooof." Draco went down hard. Harry had ducked under Draco's wand arm and smashed him in the gut with his elbow. Draco glared up at the guy. He growled then launched himself at the guy.
Harry laughed and jumped back and drew a sword, still in it's scabbard, then stepped into the oncoming Draco his sword smashing into Draco's face.
Draco fell to the ground again. He was furious. He looked up at the guy laughing at him. He felt his cheeks heat as he noticed the small crowd watching. Blood was dripping from his nose. An insane rage boiled up inside of him.
"Aaahhhhhh!" Once again he launched himself at his unknown assailant.
Harry watched as Draco came screaming at him. He shook his head then dropped to his knees and swept Draco's legs out from under him. Draco landed hard on his left arm. He was in a lot of pain. His arm, his face, his stomach, this guy had really given it to him. He looked up at the smirking face and growled again. Now the guy laughed.
"Give it up ferret, if I can escape your master what chance do you have?"
Realisation hit Draco and his eyes widened in shock.
"Potter?"
"That's right. Mighty Boy-Who-Lived at your service." Harry answered. Draco could almost feel the sarcasm dripping off the 'Boy-Who-Lived' remark.
He clenched his eyes against the tears that threatened. Once again Potter had beaten him. Every time, what would his father think? A sob escaped and he bit down on his lip.
'No.NO.NOOOO!'
Harry watched on as Draco seemed to breakdown. He almost sorry for the poor ferret.
Then Harry felt it. A power ripped through Diagon Alley, exploding out from Draco.
'Power expulsion? How did the ferret boy do it?'
Draco felt the rage build inside him. It exploded out and he felt it course through his body. He smirked then and launched an incredibly fast attack at Harry. Harry saw it coming and only just managed to dodge. Through instinct he whipped out his second sword, also still in it's scabbard and countered. Harry swiped for Draco's head with his left sword then lunged with the right following Draco who had jumped back to avoid the first sword. Draco took another hit in the stomach from one of Harry's swords and almost fell but regained balance and launched himself feet first at Harry's head. Harry waited till the last second before he stepped aside and, grabbing Draco's feet, swung him into a pole. Draco hit the pole with his ribs and went down again. This time he really hurt. He shifted to sit on his bottom.
"Why?" he asked no one in particular. "Why am I never good enough."
Harry was surprised at this but answered Draco. "Good enough for who?"
"Father. I'm never good enough. Granger is always better in classes; you're always better at Qudditch. I'm never good enough for him. I'm a Malfoy. I should be the best, lower than no one, I'm pure blooded, and I should be number one."
Harry looked down at the poor guy. "What about your master, shouldn't he be number one?"
Draco looked up at Harry. "No one is my master. I'm a Malfoy. We are the masters. We bow to no one."
"Your father doesn't agree."
"He's a fool."
"Then why do you try to live up to a fool's expectations? Live for yourself Malfoy. It doesn't matter what others think as long as you're good enough for yourself."
Draco looked up at Harry and smirked. "You can talk, Dumbledore's pet."
"Humph, not any more, I mean sure I'll take Voldemort no choice there really, but I'll do it my way on my terms."
Draco looked up at Harry with what seemed to be respect in his eyes. Harry reached down and helped him to his feet.
"Looks like we've both had a summer of change."
Harry smiled and looked into Draco's eyes. "Yeah I guess we have. Come on, lunch, my treat."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N Like it, tell me, Don't like then fuck off.
Harry Potter and the Quest for Vengeance
Chapter 4
Harry sped down the road in his car. He was on his way to the local pools. This had become part of his regular workout routine, alongside lifting weights, running, martial arts and basketball. At the pools he would usually spend about an hour swimming back and forth in a lane, then a half hour massage, then about fifteen minutes flirting with various female lifeguards and the girl at the front desk. His workouts were almost always accompanied by intense study of the books he had taken from the Room of Requirement. He had pretty much memorised both of his martial arts books and was a very capable fighter. Now he was intently studying Raw Magic and Power Expulsion. He had found it extremely difficult. The ability of using raw magic was found in almost no one currently living and hadn't been seen openly since the first war and even then it was only used by a few of the very top aurors, though it was suspected that Voldemort and a select group of Death Eaters also used it. The effort of it always left Harry extremely tired, his body weary much more so than 'Matrixxing it'.
Harry's ever increasing workload was due to the death of Sirius. He absolutely refused to think of it. The few times that he actually did caused him to be consumed by an intense anger which seemed to boil up inside of him, burning away at him until all he could do was smash at Dudley's punching bag until he was wiped out. Any letters he received that he saw as some sort of attempt at comforting him he destroyed. He wouldn't accept any help. This was his war and he would fight on his own terms, on his own. No one was going to stop him. It was going to be his way or the highway.
After his hour at the pools Harry returned to Privet drive. He and Dudley had come up with a plan so that Harry would be able to sneak out of Privet drive undetected. Dudley was waiting in the kitchen and Harry tossed him his car keys (Dudley wouldn't let Harry buy him one). Harry dashed upstairs and grabbed his hat and invisibility cloak then went back down.
Dudley looked up and smiled. "You ready?"
Harry nodded and chucked on his cloak. Dudley got up and made his way out to the car with Harry following closely. The invisibility cloak was to ensure that now prowling Order members would be able to follow them. Gods Harry hated that those cunts thought he needed their protection. He and Dudley made it to the car and got in. As they sped off to London Harry hoped like hell that it wasn't Mad-Eye Moody watching him this week. Soon they came to the Leaky Cauldron and Harry got out.
"Alright, pick me up here in about an hour." Dudley nodded and sped off. Harry then turned and walked in. He knew no one would recognise him. He had changed a lot from the small boy who left Hogwarts a couple of weeks ago. He had had a growth spurt and now stood at an even six feet tall. He was no longer thin and wiry; his extensive workout programme had left him with rather wide shoulders and his muscle mass had increased a hell of a lot. Not only this but his skin had taken on a light brown shade due to the increased amount of time he spent outside in the sun wearing either a singlet or no shirt at all. Right now he was wearing a dark blue pair of long, baggy Dickies shorts, a tight, light blue singlet and his dark blue hat to cover his scar. He also had on a white pair of DVS shoes.
He wandered through Diagon Alley and then turned off at the side street, which led to the infamous Knockturn Alley. He wandered along knowing that somewhere around here would be a shop he was looking for. As he walked he took in all his surroundings. He didn't see what the big deal was. Sure this place sold a lot more dangerous things and seemed as though it was no longer daytime but it wasn't really that bad. The only noticeable difference was that everyone walked almost as if they were trying to hide as they made their ways along the street. Suddenly Harry noticed a shop he wanted. It was called the Assassin Armament. It looked rather small on the outside but Harry persevered and wandered in. He glanced around at the hundreds of weapons that lined the walls. Some were of medieval design while others appeared newer. There were even muggle guns. Daggers and swords and axes, bows and arrows. Crossbows both double and single bolt lined the walls. So many were plain and yet more were encrusted with rubies and emeralds and such that they seemed more like bits of jewellery rather weapons.
"Can I help you sir?" Harry almost jumped at the voice but managed to mask his surprise as he turned in the voice's direction.
He carefully surveyed the man who had apparently spoken. He was tall and thin and wore light grey robes, which matched his emotionless grey eyes. His dark black hair came down to his shoulders and was tied back behind him. As he walked over to him Harry noticed that he moved swiftly and surely almost as if he was gliding.
Harry shook his head, "No, I'm just looking."
The nodded then glided off leaving Harry to continue looking around. Harry perused the walls a bit more before making his way over to the racks of handguns. He looked at several before picking up two all black 8mm Berettas. He inspected them a bit before continuing through the store. Then he stopped. There in the corner was a pair of identical swords. They were on a small rack and hardly noticeable among the flashy weapons that surrounded them. He picked one up and pulled the blade from the plain black scabbard. The blade was double edged and about eighty centimetres long. There seemed to be strange runes carved down the centre of the blade on both sides. The hilt was about twenty centimetres long and was wrapped in black leather. At the end of both hilts there were strange teeth like spikes sticking out.
"A fine choice." Harry almost jumped again as the man succeed in creeping up on him for the second time that day.
"If I may sir," Harry handed the sword to the man who picked up the other one as well. "These are a peculiar set. They were crafted by Larcon Kefra. He was an extremely talented swordsmith who lived around five hundred years ago. The Keltoi dwarves mined the steel before wizards wiped them out some three hundred and fifty years ago. They are unbreakable and have been infused with and eversharp charm."
Then the man looked into Harry's eyes. Their steel gazes locked together for what seemed like eternity and Harry felt as if the man was reading his very soul. Then they snapped out of it.
"There is one other thing about these swords," the man then lifted them parallel to the floor, the hilts facing in towards each other. Then he snapped them together and twisted, the strange teeth locking together and forming a long doubled ended sword. The man twirled it expertly. "Only the greatest of swordsmen are able to master the double ended blade. I myself am merely a novice, but you," he motioned to Harry "you can be a master."
Harry balked at the idea of him being a master and was sure that if the man were a muggle he'd probably be a used car salesman. What did Harry know about sword fighting? All he had was that book at home. Once more the man looked into Harry's eyes. Harry knew he wasn't using Legilimency as Harry had learned to use his Occlumency, albeit feebly, and could recognise the symptoms of the Legilimens spell. So what was he doing?
"Ah yes, not very trusting are you master Potter? Never mind, it will come to soon enough. It has already started, hasn't it?" Harry had no clue about what the hell this guy was going on about.
"It is alright master Potter. Now," the man made his way over to the counter. "With these swords you will need a belt," this he produced from under the counter, "and holsters for those guns." these also came from under the counter.
Harry handed the guns over to the man who holstered them.
"Now these magazines have everlast charms to continuously reproduce bullets when you run out, but they are produced from your magic and you must be holding the guns for it to work. They are also charmed with silencing spells, though there will be a small click each time you fire it is not overly loud. All four weapons are also covered in notice-me-not spells, which will keep muggles from seeing them. Though not if you handle them. This will work on most wizards as well but not on the more powerful ones."
The man handed the weapons back to Harry who strapped them on. He drew one sword and one gun to test then nodded at the man. He gave his Gringotts card to the man who swiped it and handed it back. As Harry was turning to leave the man spoke again.
"Remember young master Potter, revenge may not be the way to go. It will not bring him back. Nothing can."
Harry looked at the man quizzically before making his way out the door. It was then that Harry realised that he hadn't actually told the man his name. He shuddered a bit then made his way back out into Diagon Alley and the sunshine. He still had a while left before Dudley would pick him up so he went to a small café to grab something to eat. On his way there he saw a certain blonde haired Slytherin and as a smirk grew on his face Harry decided to 'bump' into him.
'Revenge.'
Draco Malfoy was having an awfully shitty summer. His father had been sent to Azkaban for twenty years.
'That damn Potter. It's all his fault.'
Now it was worse. The Malfoy accounts had been frozen pending an investigation. His mother had organised for him to be initiated in to the Death Eaters. He really didn't want to do it. He wasn't going to bow to some filthy half blood. He was Draco Malfoy and he bowed to no one.
Now he was here Diagon Alley, just wandering around. He had some money from the private vault at the mansion so he was fine. He had no real reason to be in Diagon Alley he just didn't have anything better to do. As he made his way along, looking in shop windows, he someone smacked into him, nearly knocking him right over.
Draco righted himself then looked up at the guy that had smacked into him. "Watch where you're going you."
The guy interrupted him, "Shut your damn mouth ferret!"
Draco was taken aback. He looked up into the green eyes of the young man in front of him. He was slightly taller than Draco and much more muscular. Draco suddenly wished he had Crabbe and Goyle here with him. The guy was dressed like a muggle so Draco thought he would have the upper hand.
Harry watched as Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at him. He smirked.
Draco watched as the guy smirked at him. He frowned and was about to use a curse when.
"Ooof." Draco went down hard. Harry had ducked under Draco's wand arm and smashed him in the gut with his elbow. Draco glared up at the guy. He growled then launched himself at the guy.
Harry laughed and jumped back and drew a sword, still in it's scabbard, then stepped into the oncoming Draco his sword smashing into Draco's face.
Draco fell to the ground again. He was furious. He looked up at the guy laughing at him. He felt his cheeks heat as he noticed the small crowd watching. Blood was dripping from his nose. An insane rage boiled up inside of him.
"Aaahhhhhh!" Once again he launched himself at his unknown assailant.
Harry watched as Draco came screaming at him. He shook his head then dropped to his knees and swept Draco's legs out from under him. Draco landed hard on his left arm. He was in a lot of pain. His arm, his face, his stomach, this guy had really given it to him. He looked up at the smirking face and growled again. Now the guy laughed.
"Give it up ferret, if I can escape your master what chance do you have?"
Realisation hit Draco and his eyes widened in shock.
"Potter?"
"That's right. Mighty Boy-Who-Lived at your service." Harry answered. Draco could almost feel the sarcasm dripping off the 'Boy-Who-Lived' remark.
He clenched his eyes against the tears that threatened. Once again Potter had beaten him. Every time, what would his father think? A sob escaped and he bit down on his lip.
'No.NO.NOOOO!'
Harry watched on as Draco seemed to breakdown. He almost sorry for the poor ferret.
Then Harry felt it. A power ripped through Diagon Alley, exploding out from Draco.
'Power expulsion? How did the ferret boy do it?'
Draco felt the rage build inside him. It exploded out and he felt it course through his body. He smirked then and launched an incredibly fast attack at Harry. Harry saw it coming and only just managed to dodge. Through instinct he whipped out his second sword, also still in it's scabbard and countered. Harry swiped for Draco's head with his left sword then lunged with the right following Draco who had jumped back to avoid the first sword. Draco took another hit in the stomach from one of Harry's swords and almost fell but regained balance and launched himself feet first at Harry's head. Harry waited till the last second before he stepped aside and, grabbing Draco's feet, swung him into a pole. Draco hit the pole with his ribs and went down again. This time he really hurt. He shifted to sit on his bottom.
"Why?" he asked no one in particular. "Why am I never good enough."
Harry was surprised at this but answered Draco. "Good enough for who?"
"Father. I'm never good enough. Granger is always better in classes; you're always better at Qudditch. I'm never good enough for him. I'm a Malfoy. I should be the best, lower than no one, I'm pure blooded, and I should be number one."
Harry looked down at the poor guy. "What about your master, shouldn't he be number one?"
Draco looked up at Harry. "No one is my master. I'm a Malfoy. We are the masters. We bow to no one."
"Your father doesn't agree."
"He's a fool."
"Then why do you try to live up to a fool's expectations? Live for yourself Malfoy. It doesn't matter what others think as long as you're good enough for yourself."
Draco looked up at Harry and smirked. "You can talk, Dumbledore's pet."
"Humph, not any more, I mean sure I'll take Voldemort no choice there really, but I'll do it my way on my terms."
Draco looked up at Harry with what seemed to be respect in his eyes. Harry reached down and helped him to his feet.
"Looks like we've both had a summer of change."
Harry smiled and looked into Draco's eyes. "Yeah I guess we have. Come on, lunch, my treat."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N Like it, tell me, Don't like then fuck off.
