Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing at all. None of Star Wars or Dragon Ball Z or Harry Potter is mine. HEY!

A/N: Just so you know, Harry's cloak is like Spawn's, it was just hard to describe. For all those who read the old chapter 6, sorry but I thought that one sucked so I wrote a new one.

Harry Potter and the Quest for Vengeance

Chapter 6

Harry looked down at the man who had attacked them. His skin was dark brown and his face was covered in green tattoo spirals and designs. Harry saw the man slice into the door of his car with his double-ended sword. It was thicker than Harry's, the sides widening slightly until they came thinner at the points. Both blades were longer than his. The man looked up at them then and Harry saw him smile. Fear ripped through him. This man was a cold killer. Harry could feel it. Then the man jumped, Harry watched as he leapt up to meet them. This man could also 'Matrix' it. Still holding Tonks in his right arm he whipped out one of his guns in his left hand and opened fire.

Five bullets ripped their way towards the mysterious attacker. Harry watched in awe as the man easily deflected each one with his blades. Harry holstered his gun and drew one of his swords. He blocked the man's first overhead slice and then whipped the sword down to block the upward thrust from the second blade. The man began his decent then, falling back to the ground. Harry looked behind him and realised his cloak had expanded out behind him and was slowing his fall. He and Tonks were almost floating.

"Tonks, you go for help and I'll hold him off. Go now, quick apparate."

Tonks looked into Harry's eyes and he saw her fear but she nodded and was gone with a 'pop'.

Harry drew his other sword and looked down at his attacker. This man was a master. Harry knew it. The man knew it. There was only one choice for Harry now. He locked his blades together and wriggled his shoulders. His cloak released its hold on the air and he fell.

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Kazuya Khan watched as the woman disappeared. He knew she would go for help but his prey was here that was all that mattered. The boy's muggle attack had surprised him; though it was easily deflected he had only expected the boy to have a wand. Then the boy had drawn a sword and blocked both of Kazuya's attacks further surprising the apprentice of the darkside. Now he saw the boy draw another sword and then he locked them together. Kazuya saw the doubt in the boy's eyes and knew he was but a novice with the double-bladed sword. He smirked now and leapt at his prey.

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Harry watched the man come at him. He dodged the first attack and countered with one of his own. This was immediately slapped away and countered. Harry only just managed to block the next series of attacks. The man was unstoppable. His attacks were smooth and flawless backed up with a huge amount of power. Harry was hard pressed to continue the fight, if that's what it could be called. Twirling his blade came naturally and he remembered the shopkeeper's words. Harry had no doubt that this was the kind of master the man was talking about and Harry doubted he would live to see his sixteenth birthday. He continued to back away and block when suddenly the man leapt over him in a somersault and Harry felt the man's blade smash into his side and he felt a rib snap on impact then he hit the ground and rolled away.

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Kazuya looked down at the boy. He definitely could have been good. He could even have been a master. Had he had the right training. Suddenly the boy was up again and he had out two muggle weapons and was firing at Kazuya relentlessly. The dark apprentice leapt back and twirled his blade blocking most of the shots, though two smashed into his right arm. One in the forearm and one in the bicep. He registered the pain but his anger washed over it. There would be time for it later. Now he had to somehow get through this boy's attack and kill him.

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Harry was in tremendous pain as he lay on the ground. He had a broken rib and his arms were sore from the effort needed to fight the man. Then he realised he wasn't dead, hell he wasn't even bleeding. Somehow his cloak had protected him from the sharp blade. He could sense the man a few feet behind him and moved slightly to grip his guns. Then he leapt up and opened fire. He watched the man jump back and block the bullets. He felt satisfaction as he saw the man flinch when two bullets hit him. Harry could feel his magic drain away as he continuously emptied the magazines over and over. The guns were always trained on the man who jumped, dodged and blocked the bullets. He began to feel faint as fired bullet after bullet. Harry looked at the man. They both knew it was near the end now. Harry was almost out on his feet. He dropped the guns to the ground and lifted his double-bladed sword one more time. No! He couldn't go out like this. He had to get revenge. Voldemort would pay and nothing would stop Harry. His magic exploded out from him. A huge ball of raw magic surrounded him and gave off a golden glow. It lifted him from the ground and he felt his strength renewed. He flew forward, attacking the man with a new fury.

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Kazuya watched his prey drop the muggle weapons. They both knew this was the end. He watched as the boy lifted his sword and dropped into a defensive pose. He had to admit he had a grudging respect for the boy. He never gave up. He was a worthy adversary, but his time had run out. Suddenly this was a flash of bright light. The boy had somehow powered up, surrounding himself in the power of the lightside. Kazuya Khan frowned now. The boy was getting harder and harder to kill. He now understood why his master had sent him on this mission, rather than some lowly Death Eater. He watched the boy fly at him. His power was very impressive for one of such young age. But it still wasn't enough to stop Kazuya Khan, apprentice of the Dark Lord. He also powered up, only he was engulfed by the power of the darkside. It surrounded him in a dark ball of raw magic and he leapt to counter attack the boy.

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The two huge powers fought for what seemed an age. Neither gave the other an inch. They attacked back and forth. Dodging, parrying, counter, riposte. Harry ducked under a cut that would have removed his head from his shoulders. He knew he couldn't carry on like this. He was burning up too much power too quickly. His opponent seemed to have an inextinguishable amount. He was constantly moving; never in one the same place for too long, never slowing. Harry, however, had slowed down considerably after his initial attack. He was tiring quickly and could barely dodge the attacks that flashed for his head, no doubt intended to slash him to pieces. He just had to hold on until help came.

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This boy impressed Kazuya Khan. He was by far the most powerful adversary the dark apprentice had ever faced. Kazuya could tell the boy was tiring. He no longer attacked and went on the defensive, but Kazuya knew this was a last ditch effort. The boy was just trying to survive until help arrived. Kazuya knew who it would be that would come to the boy's aid. He increased his attacks using a large amount of power behind each one. Tired as he was Kazuya knew he wouldn't be able to take the old man and whoever else that came with him. He still couldn't break the boy's defences and time was running out. He leapt back in a double somersault. He raised his right hand; the swords in his left and let forth a huge blast of raw magic.

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Harry watched the dark ball of magic race towards him. He felt as if time had slowed down around him. He dropped his swords and stretched both his arms out to the sides. Twin balls of golden light formed on each one. Harry felt their power grow. Slowly he brought them both to the centre, in front of him. The two balls fused together into one large one. It grew some more and Harry strained to keep it in check. Then, as the dark ball was almost upon him, he felt its readiness and released it. It boomed from his hands and raced forth. The huge beam quickly swallowed up the dark ball and Kazuya Khan watched in horror as the light magic raced menacingly toward him. Quickly he cloaked himself in the darkness and leapt, the Teräs Käsi aiding his jump, propelling him high into the air. The huge beam smashed into an abandoned warehouse at the end of the street and exploded (Later a muggle demolition company would wonder if they had been fired). The resulting shockwaves knocked the dark warrior from the air and he fell the forty feet to the ground. The only thing that kept him from death was the darkness that had encased him in its completeness. It didn't, however, protect him from the pain of slamming into the hard concrete.

Harry fell to his knees. Fatigue washed over him and he fought for consciousness. He looked around for his attacker and saw him lying on the ground around ten feet away. He smiled. He did it. He had defeated this overwhelmingly powerful adversary. Take that Voldie. There was no doubt in Harry's mind about who had sent this ferocious killer. His mortal enemy no doubt had a hand in it. Man, he was only fifteen and he had a mortal enemy. He looked once more at his attacker and was shocked to see the man slowly getting to his feet. Harry looked into the man's eyes and saw the intense rage registered there. He gulped and forced his fear down. He picked up his swords, which had come apart, and stood to meet the attack.

Kazuya Khan had never been so angry. His entire body was wracked in pain. He could feel where he had broken several bones. The boy's attack had been phenomenal. Such power was unbelievable in a boy and yet he had just witnessed it, hell, it had almost vaporised him. He watched the boy stand to ready himself for the final assault. There was no doubt know. It was over. No more surprises. No more tricks. Just death. And Kazuya Khan was glad it was finally over.

Harry closed his eyes and felt a kind of tranquillity wash over him. Death was here for him but he wasn't worried. He had fought well and had no regrets. He would finally see his parents. He would welcome the freedom death brought with open arms. Suddenly there was a 'pop' behind him. He spun to see Dumbledore there. He turned back to his opponent. The man leapt at them and brought his sword slamming into Harry's skull. Only it wasn't there anymore. Harry felt the tug on his navel as the portkey whipped him and Dumbledore away from the battle zone.

Kazuya Khan watched in fury as the old man apparated in. He leapt to make the killing stroke, but his sword only struck the concrete. He screamed his fury into the air. He would be punished now. No excuses, no lies. He would give his master the truth and would except his punishment. He deserved it. He had failed to complete a mission for the first time ever, and he would never forget it.

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Harry slammed into the ground and fell to his knees as he and Dumbledore landed. He struggled back to his feet but the darkness overcame him and fell unconscious.

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It was several days before Harry awoke again. He was lying in a comfortable bed in a bright, white room. He felt refreshed, though still a bit sore from his fight.

'Madam Pomfrey probably hates me' he thought. It was the middle of the holidays and Harry was in the hospital wing. It had to be some kind of record. He got up out of the bed and stretched. He felt stiff after lying in the bed. He looked over to the chair on the other side of the bed and saw Tonks. She looked so serene sitting there sleeping. He moved around to her. He lifted her carefully and placed her into his bed. Lightly he kissed her on the lips. She moaned slightly but didn't wake. Slowly Harry crept from the room. He knew he should wait there, but he couldn't help it. He had to do something. He made his way stealthily through the hallways of Hogwarts. He got to the Entrance Hall easily. He was about to go out the doors when they opened from the outside. He quickly dodged behind them. He heard Dumbledore talking to someone as they came inside. He saw it was Snape. When they passed he slipped quietly out into the sun.

He ran down to the lake and stripped down to his boxers then he jumped and dived into the cool water. It felt refreshing on his skin and he splashed around a bit before he dived under the water. While he was under the water he made his way to the shore. Once there he lay down on his back letting the small waves lap over him as he enjoyed the morning sun. Suddenly there was a loud, high-pitched scream coming from somewhere high in the castle. He figured Tonks must have woken up. Resignedly he got up and grabbed his clothes then made his way back to the castle. He really couldn't get a break could he.

Turned out he was right. Tonks had woken up in the bed and screamed. She alerted everyone and by the time Harry got to the front doors a full-scale search party had been organised and was scouring the building for him. He slowly made his way back up to the hospital wing. It was void of people but there next to the bed was his trunk and weapons. He got changed into a pair of khakis and a basketball singlet then strapped on his weapons. On his way down to the kitchens a highly enraged, slimy Snape discovered him.

"What, in Merlin's name, are you doing Potter!!"

Harry looked at the older man. His nostrils were flaring and his lip curled into the biggest sneer Harry had ever seen. He struggled to keep himself from laughing out loud.

"I'm going to get something to eat." He said innocently. He could hardly keep in his laughter. Snape was completely dumbfounded by his answer. He quickly got over his anger.

"You idiot! You had us all worried, again! You just have to cause trouble don't you? Just can't help yourself. Why if I had my way...." Harry tuned out the rest of Snape's tirade and amused himself by staring out the window at a very flustered looking Remus Lupin who was currently searching the grounds for him.

Then Snape stopped his lecture.

"Sonorus," Harry knew the spell was to make his voice loud. "Professor Dumbledore! I have located the brat," Harry frowned at his being called a 'brat' "I will bring him to your office immediately. Quietus." Snape then led the way to Dumbledore's office. They walked in silence the whole way until they got to the Gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the office. Snape leant forward and whispered a password. He was obviously trying not to let Harry hear it so Harry leant forward and listened.

"Wonka Chocolates."

Snape then looked at Harry suspiciously.

Harry smiled at him. "Don't worry, Wonka Chocolates, I'll remember it."

Snape glared at Harry and Harry returned it. He drew himself up to his full height and looked into Snape's eyes. "What?" He moved past Snape and up the revolving staircase leaving the slimy snake to fume.

He opened the door to the office and walked inside. He looked around and noticed that the things he had smashed up a few weeks before had been either fixed or replaced. He saw the Headmaster seated behind his desk. In the seats in front of it were Remus, Mad-Eye and Tonks. Standing off to the side was Kingsley.

Harry moved his eyes back to Dumbledore. The old man was smiling, his eyes twinkling away.

'I wonder if it's a spell that does that?'

"Harry, please, have a seat."

"No thanks, I'm fine."

Some of the twinkle dimmed then but he still smiled and carried on.

"You gave us quite a scare this morning."

Harry sighed. "Yeah well if guys had been stalking me properly," Mad-Eye snorted, "you would have noticed that I swim every morning."

Dumbledore just kept smiling. "Well as long as you sneak off without someone knowing again it'll be fine. Now -"

Harry cut him off. "And what if I do. You can't tell me what to do."

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry we're just trying to protect you."

"Yeah well you're doing a fucking awesome job at that aren't you. Every goddamn year something happens to me. Every goddamn year I'm stuck trying to save your goddamn world for you. And what do I get for it. Slandered in the paper. Ignored for the year. You're full of shit you know that."

Remus stood up now. "Harry! Don't speak to him like that. We are trying to protect you, to help you."

"Bullshit. You can't help me. I have to do it myself. And I will. So piss off. I'm going home."

Harry turned to leave but stopped as he heard the next voice. "Harry please, we want to help you, and we need you. I don't want you to get hurt."

Harry turned back to her. There were tears in her eyes. He sighed.

"Alright. I'll stay for now."

Dumbledore smile again. "Wonderful, now Harry we would like to hear about your recent encounter that left you in the hospital wing."

Harry gave his version of everything that had happened. Everyone listened intently. When Harry finished Dumbledore spoke.

"Harry, where did you get these weapons?" His eyes were twinkling again.

"I dunno, I just found them somewhere, sometime."

"If you say so Harry. Now there is no doubt. The man who you attacked was a Sith, obviously sent by Voldemort. You need to be prepared for an attack by a Sith Harry. Be he the apprentice or the master. And so Kingsley will train in the Teräs Käsi. He is a master Harry so be wary, it will not be easy."

Harry looked at the tall auror. He looked like he could give Voldie the ol' one two and survive. Said auror then looked at Harry and glared. He turned and Harry could see the sword in the scabbard at his hip. Harry gulped. This was going to be hard.

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