Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing at all. A/N: My longest yet. ; -)

Harry Potter and the Quest for Vengeance

Chapter 5

Harry the anger beginning to boil up inside him again. It was two forty three in the morning. Harry saw, once again in his mind's eye, the power that had exploded out from Draco, surrounding the street, encompassing everything. He could feel the power inside himself. Could feel his magic flowing just below the surface of the skin. He knew it could be done, had seen it done. He just didn't know how. He had relived the moment in Diagon Alley over and over; saw the anguish Draco was in, the raw emotion that had triggered the release of power. He couldn't believe that Draco had done it. The book didn't mention anything about who could and couldn't do it, though it had suggested that the power was in some way linked to the emotions. The first recorded usage of the power was hundreds of years ago when a man by the name of Gho Khu who had seen his best friend killed by his familial enemy. Wizards all over the world had felt his eruption of power and Gho Khu became a renowned mystical fighter revered by those who studied the ways of the Teräs Käsi. Though the fact that he was not a pure blooded wizard caused the first of the Blood Wars.

All this information and more Harry knew. He could nearly quote the book word for word and yet it didn't help him one bit. He had seen death, almost his entire family was dead and yet he still couldn't bring out the pure emotion needed to release the power. He felt a jealous rage of the platinum blonde Slytherin take over him. The anger built up inside Harry. It fused itself with all the anger and hatred of the previous year, the anger he felt for Bellatrix Lestrange as well as the complete and utter hatred he felt for Voldemort. The anger was overwhelming and it washed over the young wizard, enveloping him and taking control.

Harry's mouth ripped open in a terrible scream, which ripped through the night of the small town. The explosion of power seemed to rock the world. The golden light erupted out from him and formed a huge ball of magic that surrounded his entire body. The magic forced it's way out of his body and lifted him slowly from the ground.

Harry's body was wracked with pain as the inexhaustible amount of magic exploded from him. He could feel it all. It was extremely powerful, but he couldn't stop it. It was too much for him to control. All he could do was scream as the magic ripped it's way from him to finally be released. After what seemed like hours but was merely seconds the magic stopped and Harry felt the darkness engulf him and he knew no more.

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Severus Snape stalked through the halls of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He sneered as thought of the precious boy-who-wouldn't-obey- the-rules. That damned boy was always breaking the rules. Never listening to his betters. Suddenly Severus stumbled as felt a huge power erupt somewhere in England. He fell to his knees as he felt the all-consuming power wash over him. He could scarcely breath, and then it stopped. He righted himself and was only just able to stop his knees from buckling underneath him. After a moment of reassuring himself he rushed off to find the headmaster.

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Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was staring out the window contemplating the events of the previous year. He had made a serious miscalculation in shutting out Harry at the beginning of the year. The boy had a right to know what was going on. It was he alone who had to stand before the Dark Lord and defeat him. Albus sighed and shook his head. Harry's confidence and trust in the old man would diminish now. He knew that with Sirius' death Harry would be not give his trust so willingly anymore. His naivety was the only part of his youth he had left and now Albus had taken that as well. But he had to tell the boy of his destiny. The prophecy would haunt him now and yet there was nothing anyone could do and this saddened the old man most of all. Albus could merely guide Harry and only if Harry allowed. Suddenly he felt the eruption of power. It was very over-whelming and Albus was awed at the raw strength of it. He smiled when it stopped and got to open the window. He released his own power and shouted out to the night sky.

"It has begun!"

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Hidden away in the depths of the underworld. The Dark Lord Voldemort opened his eyes as he felt the power erupt. He smiled. The boy would make a powerful foe. Unlike any other he had faced. The old man Dumbledore was powerful but he was no match for the Dark Lord. But the boy, the boy was just like himself. They were angry at the world that had betrayed them. They were raised by people who hated them. And they both wanted their Vengeance. Yes, Voldemort knew the pleasures of Vengeance. The dark side allows for the most breath taking pleasures that the body could allow. He shuddered at the memory of his first kill.

But that was by the by, the boy would not be drawn to the dark. The taint of Dumbledore went to deeply. No, he would have to send someone to kill him. His apprentice would do well. He needed a test. It would require the utmost stealth and precision, his apprentice would do well.

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Harry heard the sounds of dishes clattering around. He opened his and the bright light of the sun stung them. He groaned. His entire body felt as though he had been under the Cruciatus for a week non-stop. When his eyes came back in to focus he saw Aunt Petunia setting up some breakfast things on a tray. The smell of fried bacon, eggs, toast and spaghetti washed over him. His stomach growled loudly and he realised that he was starving. He suddenly remembered what had happened. Power expulsion. He had done it. He felt a sense of accomplishment but then realised that he hadn't been able to hold the power. Despair flooded him but he steeled his resolve and promised himself he would practise it as much as possible. Aunt Petunia turned to him then and her face broke out in a smile.

"Oh Harry you're awake!" She exclaimed. "We were so worried about you. What were you doing out there? We had no idea what was going on. Then those people came and they waved their sticks all over you, they said they were with the ministry or something, then they left and we still had no idea what was going on."

She said all this very fast and it took Harry a moment before he registered it all.

"Shit, the ministry. What the fuck did those tossers want?"

His aunt gasped, "Harry language." She admonished.

Harry cringed and apologized. His aunt seemed to accept it and handed him his breakfast. Harry wolfed it down in record speed all the while his aunt watching. He looked up at her a little put off.

"What?"

"Harry you've been out for three days."

Harry's ears heard the statement and his brain slowly processed what it meant.

"Three days... It's Wednesday? It's the twenty-fifth!? Holy shit I have to get ready."

Harry bolted out of bed and over to the closet. He threw on a pair of shorts and a singlet. He slipped on a pair of shoes then grabbed his keys and bounded out the door leaving a very bewildered Aunt Petunia standing in the room.

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Harry sped along the roads through Surrey and on into London. He still had a few things to do before getting ready for tonight. He made his way through the busy London streets until he came to the pub known as the Leaky Cauldron. He parked out the front and went in. The pub wasn't crowded though Harry was still able to slip through unnoticed. He went out into the Alley and down to Gringotts. He had them give him a chequebook in case he made any large donations at the charity.

As he made his way back down the Alley towards Madam Malkin's he suddenly felt a dark presence following him. He stopped and spun around, but there was nothing out the ordinary that he could see. He continued walking but he still had a nagging feeling that something was very wrong. Deep inside him he could feel the darkness following him as he walked. He made to Madam Malkin's and went in. He stopped and stared out the window. He couldn't see anything but he still felt it out there somewhere.

Suddenly a woman cleared her throat behind him. He smiled awkwardly at her.

"Hi there.. you're probably.um. All right I need a cloak."

The woman smiled appreciatively at him and looked him up and down. Harry gulped, a little worried now about what this woman was thinking.

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Half an hour later Harry was back in his car and driving home. He was pleased with the cloak he bought. It was pure black. When he wore it, it seemed to grow to fit him. The collar was huge and surrounded his head, the pointed ends coming maybe twice the height of his head. He seemed to get lost in it's folds and yet it fit perfectly. The saleswoman however was much more then a flirt. She had rubbed Harry all over and had made some very suggestive comments.

But that was all washed out Harry's mind now as he once again felt the dark presence trailing him. He put his foot down on the gas and sped up to one hundred and five miles per hour. He dodged in and out of traffic 'Matrixxing' it to increase his reflexes. He sped around corners and along busy streets. It wasn't long before he turned into Privet Drive and he couldn't feel the mysterious presence anymore. With a sigh of relief he pulled in the drive of number four and went inside.

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Kazuya Khan trailed his prey through the Alley. His master had instructed him to kill the boy, but it was vital that he not be seen. His master had no wish to alert the Order to his presence. It would cause a setback in their plans. Not a major one but one nonetheless. His mater wished him to be a surprise for the full on attack that was scheduled for later in the year.

Right now he pulled his hood up over his tattooed face and continued. In his dark black cloak he was able to use his magic to make himself unnoticeable. Not invisible though it was close enough. All these wizards were pathetically weak minded so it was easy to divert their attention off of him. His prey was not the small weakly his master had made him out to be. But he would still no match for Kazuya Khan. He had trained all his life in the dark arts and the fighting styles of the Teräs Käsi. One boy would be nothing to him.

Suddenly he felt a feeble probe brushing up against his senses. His eyes widened. It was the boy. Then Kazuya smiled let him know the darkside was after him. He would become scared and make it all the more simpler to dispose of him. Kazuya Khan watched as the boy turned to look for him. He ducked into the shadows and the boy went into a store. Kazuya compressed his power and let the boy believe he was safe, and then he waited. When the boy finally came out he seemed to have forgotten about the darkness and went out.

The Dark Lord's apprentice followed him out into the muggle world and watched as the boy hoped into his muggle travelling vehicle and went off. Kazuya Khan waited a few seconds before enveloping himself in the darkside. He used it to lift himself off the ground and fly along behind the boy. He knew the boy could sense him again due to the vehicles increased speed. He watched as the boy dodged other muggles with impossibly fast reflexes and realised the boy could use the Teräs Käsi.

Kazuya smiled then landed. There was no rush. He knew where the boy was going. He wanted the boy to be prepared. That way, maybe, he would be able to test his skills on someone who was better than average. The other missions his master had sent him on had been easy. The wizards were lazy relying only on their wands whereas Kazuya had never even used one but was still incredibly powerful magically. Yes, he smiled; he would finally be able to use a larger range of his skills. Though he still didn't expect the boy to be that much of a challenge it was still better than nothing.

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Harry looked himself over in the mirror. He had to admit he did look rather good. He was dressed in his white suit, shirt and tie. He also had on some white Adidas shoes. He had in some contacts that brought out his eyes, making shine a brighter green than ever before. His hair was spiked up randomly giving it a tidy look but still in keeping with his natural messiness. He grabbed his wallet, chequebook and wand and put them in the inside pocket of the suit jacket. He strapped on his swords and guns. He still remembered the dark presence he had felt at the Alley and thought it better to be safe rather than sorry. Then he put on his new black cloak.

The white he was wearing seemed to disappear inside it. All the folds of the cloak seemed to be holding themselves up, in fact it seemed, as the cloak was alive and swirling around and writhing in top of Harry. The collar went round the back of his head, the collar as high as his ears. At the front the tips of the collar pointed up higher than his head and opened up so that all that was visible of Harry was his face. His shoulders were wide and the cloak seemed to make them even wider. At his waist though it slimmed in. Then it widened at the bottom and rested on the floor. This made it seem too big but when Harry moved it seemed to be flung up as though by the wind even when Harry was inside. This went unnoticed by Harry who grabbed his keys and took off outside. It was already quarter to three and if he didn't hurry he would be late. As he stepped outside a strong wind had kicked up. Harry made his way over to his car. What he didn't notice was his cloak. It was out behind him and seemed to have grown to at least twice its original size. Harry got in his car and sped off.

On his way over to Tonks' place Harry had stopped to buy some flowers. Now he was sitting outside her house in his car trying to work up the courage to go and knock on the door. He was almost wishing that Voldemort would show up right now so he wouldn't have to do this.

'What am I thinking? I'm a Gryffindor I should be brave. I'm a big brave lion, I'm a big brave lion.'

And this was the thought that Harry repeated over and over in his head as he made his way to the door. He knocked and almost took off when the door opened. There in the doorway was a very old woman.

"Yes?" She growled.

Harry became even more nervous now. Who the hell was this lady and where the hell was Tonks?

"Um.. uh.. is um, that is uh is.. Tonks.uh here?"

The old lady peered at him closely. "What's that sonny Jim?"

Harry stuttered again and then the old lady began to laugh. Harry frowned at her. He was about to demand where Tonks was when suddenly the old woman changed. Her face became younger and her hair darkened. He also noticed her breasts grow and point out. He glared at her.

"Tonks what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Harry but I couldn't resist." She was still laughing. "You should have seen the look on your face."

Harry just smiled and handed her the flowers. Her eyes brightened and she smiled.

"For me? Thank you." She rushed inside and put them in a vase while Harry stood awkwardly at the door.

"Harry, come in. Don't just stand there. I'm almost ready."

Harry went in and shut the door. He looked around the apartment. It seemed like the kind of place you would expect a young woman to live. Harry wandered about looking at various photographs and the few paintings that adorned the walls.

"Okay I'm ready."

He turned to face the voice. He looked at Tonks and his breath was caught in his throat. Her hair was dark black and done up with lots of curls and her eyes were a bright, light blue. She was wearing a white, tight leather dress. There was a zip down the front that went to the waist and another zip that went around the waist. At the bottom the dress flared out wide like a ball gown and was pleated. The front zip stopped at the top of her rather large breasts and showed a lot of cleavage even though it seemed incredibly tight. It looked like they were being squashed by the dress.

"Holy shit." Was all that Harry could manage to say.

Tonks giggled and took him by the arm. She led him out and locked the door. They got in the car and Harry was about to start it when he felt that dark presence once again.

"Tonks." He grabbed her and, 'Matrixxing' it, he leapt ten feet into the air out of his car.

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Kazuya Khan was once again tailing his prey. He had not yet alerted the boy to his presence. He looked as though he was going out for the night. Kazuya had followed him to a house some ways away and watched as the boy sat. He seemed to psyching himself up for something. He watched as the boy went up to the door and after a bit of time went into the building. He saw the boy come out with the strange girl. He sensed that she was magical but there was something different about her magic. Ah well, she would die to. The master of the darkside drew two long blades from their scabbards on his back and locked the hilts together. He spun the double-ended blade in a high overhead arc before he leapt over to the vehicle and the seat his prey was sitting in. He brought his blade down intending to smash it into the boy's head. Instead he sliced halfway down into the door. He looked up and saw that the boy had slipped into the Teräs Käsi and leapt high taking the woman with him. Kazuya Khan smiled. This will be very interesting. He too then slipped into the Teräs Käsi fighting style and leapt up to meet his foe.

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