A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, and any and all Dark Woods harps. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 17: Lost Arms and Large Bonfires
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"~Amelia,~" hissed Harry, keeping his eye on the Deatheaters while his snake put her head next to his shoulder to hear, "~Would you please collect my cousin? I will need his help in gathering materials while I watch them. Just go pick him up and don't mind his screaming.~"
"~Sure thing, Harry,~" said Amelia, and she doubled back up the stairs and a small squeal was heard, followed by Dudley being dumped next to Harry. The large boy stood up, eyes going between Harry, Harry's wand and athame, the five Deatheaters, and Amelia.
"What the hell's going on?" he stuttered.
"Dudley," said Harry, "If you would please go fetch me the following materials"- he whispered them in Dudley's ear-"and meet us in the back garden near the tree. I'll be out shortly."
"Okay...." And Dudley brushed past the nearest hooded figure and went on to the back shed.
"Now, then," spoke Harry, pulling the robed men's attention back to himself. "Why don't we go to the living room and continue this there. Much less crowded."
Pointing them into the living room, he stood at the front of the semi-circle they had formed. Harry narrowed his eyes as one shivering man (for they had removed their masks) lowered himself to a kneeling position to try and kiss Harry's feet, as he had no robes. Harry kicked the man back into his place.
"Should any of you truly bother to try to beg my forgiveness when it shall not be granted? Why waste my time? Now, let's see who we have here.."
He stood in front of the kicked man, who now stood up again. How Harry could be intimidating right now when he had to look up into his follower's faces, no one knew, but the boy gave off that Dark aura and presence just like Voldemort. No one liked to think aout what else the boy could have learned from their former master. Harry went around the semi-circle, saying a little something to a few.
"Ah, Harling! Nice to see you so well! You know, you really need to talk to your son about his attitude. Very short temper he has. Could be dangerous..."
"Karkaroff, oh this is a pleasant surprise! Will Durmstrang perhaps be needing a new headmaster next term? We'll see..."
Passing up two others, he reached the last person: Lucius Malfoy. It must be that spies must surpass suspision by seeming to go along with this plan of action. Looking into Lucius' eyes, he didn't see malice like the others'. He would be spared as a given.
"Now, who among you will make an example for others who are associating with you? I cannot do many complicated spells yet. However," and here he smiled rather derangedly, "I have been apprenticed under Lord Voldemort, and I have watched the countless tortures he has done. I assure you, I can get the job done. It's just a little messier. Lucius, if you would come here a moment."
Lucius walked up to Harry's side, still playing the actor. The real traitors need never know that their ranks were infiltrated with loyals.
"Perhaps you should pick out the ones to make an example of. Go on, have fun," said the Dark Heir. Lucius' eyes went over his stunned comrades' faces. He had to give Harry credit. The boy didn't know how many spies were in this group or even who they were. Choosing Lucius to pick would help "pull the weeds" so to speak.
"Then, my young master, I'd have to say Harling, Avery, and Karkaroff, as there are only five of us, my young Lord."
"Very well then. All of you, go to the back garden through the back kitchen door there, and don't attempt escape. You would regret it very much."
As the warm night air hit his face, he stood in the moonlit garden with the robed men. He could just make Dudley out by the tree, fiddling with what Harry had sent him for. The boy looked utterly terrified. Harry walked the group up to under the tree and cast a Disillusionment and Silencing Charm around the perimeter of the yard closing them in. No one outside the square would hear or see anything tonight. He walked up to Dudley.
"Could I see the quill and paper? No, hold onto the other thing," spoke Harry, who scribbled something onto the paper now with a spiderlike hand he had learned from the Malfoy's. He called over Macnair, one of the spies from Lucius' account of the unpunished and whispered in his ear, "Watch the Muggle. Don't let him leave the yard."
"Yes, young master," said Macnair and went to stand next to Dudley near some bushes bordering the fence.
"Now, Karkaroff, would you please come here? Your punishment will be simple enough. Stick out your arm."
Karkaroff fell to his knees, and he now looked up into Harry's cold eyes. He sobbed, "Please no, young Lord! Please!"
"Silence! Stretch out your arm unless you want the other's punishment!" said Harry.
Whimpering, Karakroff stuck his right arm out, which was severely shaking. Harry looked down at the man with eyes of ice and muttered, pointing his wand at the arm just below the elbow, "Avello."
The screaming was unimaginable as everyone watched Karkaroff's lower right arm torn off. Not cut off. Torn off. Right through the bones and muscles and skin. The bloody stump was bleeding profusely, and the man crouched in the fetal position on the ground, cradling that remaining of his arm.
"Sustento," said Harry, performing a spell so Karkaroff couldn't pass out. "Karkaroff, never let me question whether to kill you again."
"Y-yes, m-master."
Harry now turned to Avery and did the same thing to the foolish man. With Avery and Karkaroff taken care of, Harry turned his attention to Harling now, eyes slightly crazed as he gazed upon the shuddering man who looked ready to pass out. He had already seen Dudley hit the ground with Karkaroff.
"Now, Harling, you will be an example to the world. You will show that neither Voldemort nor his Dark Heir will accept traitorous acts. Are you ready? Macnair, if you will please attend to the object my cousin left under the tree and fix it as you will. You know what to do."
While he was doing this, Lucius walked quickly over to Harry, whispering so as not to be overheard by the nonspies.
"Harry, you shouldn't be doing all this magic! I'm surprised the Ministry hasn't already come to snap your wand!"
"Draco never told you?" asked Harry, and he laughed, adding, "Typical Draco! Well, I deactivated the underaged charms on my wand before I left school along with Draco's and Blaise's. We can use as much magic as we want all summer. Here Lucius," he said, handing the paper he had written on earlier to the blonde man. "These are instructions for afterwards. I'm afraid I will not be able to accompany you."
"Yes, young master," said Lucius, sliding the note into a inner pocket of his cloak after reading it, "I will see it's as you wish. Anything else you wish to speak of?"
"Yes. Thanks for the Nimbus. Tell Draco that I loved his present, too."
The man smiled and did a slight bow as Macnair said he was done, "My pleasure, Harry. I'll be sure to tell Draco."
Both now joined Macnair and Harling under the large tree in the back garden, and Harry summoned ropes to tie together Harling's arms and ankles while Macnair climbed into the tree to a branch around the middle height.
"Now, Harling, we shall begin. Wingardium Leviosa!" The man, desperately struggling and fighting his bonds, floated up to Macnair's level. Looking up, Harry and Lucius studied the now struggling figure. Harry raised his wand to subdue the fighting man, "Exhaustus." All watched as the man went almost limp, barely able to move in sudden exhaustion.
"Let's get things heating up, like your blood. Infervesco!"
They gazed on as Harling was now shrieking as all the blood in his body was reaching a boiling point. The man's eyes rolled up into his head, and as Harry took the spell off, Macnair took the boy's signal and slipped the object, the rope noose, around the man's head.
All were still as Harry waited a moment or two, for Harling had started sobbing. The Dark Heir smirked, pupils contracted, as he said with a wave of his wand, "Finite Incatatum."
The Wingardium Leviosa was canceled, and the group left for their seperate orders as soon as Harling stopped twitching. Macnair and Lucius would take care of the three.
Harry watched as they left the yard through a side gate with their charges and went to his cousin who was still out cold next to the begonias.
"No way I could pick you up," muttered Harry, and with a swish and flick, he levitated his cousin and brought the large boy to his room. He would let Dudley sleep until morning, as he was tired too.
Reaching his room next door, Amelia was back to her smaller size, looking at Harry.
"~Did everything go well, Harry?~" she asked while Harry performed the countercharm on Mithra.
"~Quite well, thank you. I have dismembered two from the ranks, and the other I killed for an example. They will soon be finding his body,~" said Harry, climbing under the covers again. Mithra woke up with the shift of covers, let out a few puffs of smoke to show his disdain, and crossed the bed. Following his new snake friend, he crawled under the pillow. Harry just fell asleep again, as though his evening had not been disturbed at all.
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Harry probably did not get another two hours sleep before he was woken up by a high pitched scream from next door. He sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the clock reading 6:24. He knew this would come from his cousin, and was quite glad he had thought to lock Dudley inside his room in case the other boy got any ideas.
"You sick idiot! What the hell did you do?!" Dudley shrieked from his room. Harry meanwhile was walking over to his cousin's door and opened it, wand in hand. The large boy threw himself back at the sight of it.
"Don't come near me, you freak! Stay away!"
Harry shook his head and said, "Honestly, why are you making such a big deal out of last night. They deserved their punishment, and so I gave it to them. Nothing wrong with punishing your servants."
"You sick freak! Get out of this house!
"What did you just say?"
Dudley stood up straight and walked over to Harry, poking the shorter one in the chest, "I said to get out of this house! I am not going to have you endanger my family anymore. Get out, or I'll call the police!"
Harry snorted, and sneered, "Like your Muggle police could do anything! We have our own way of dealing with evidence, and by then, I'll be long gone."
Dudley looked slightly surprised, but didn't lose any ground, and asked, "You're leaving?"
"Well, not because you told me to. I could laugh at that notion," retorted Harry, and added in a deadly voice, "I won't stick around after I get rid of you three. In fact, I'm going to go pack right now, I really-"
"You're going to kill us?!"
Harry rolled his eyes, something Blaise had taught him, and added, "You don't leave witnesses lying around, now do you? Now if you need me in the meantime, feel free to scream. Bye Dudley!" And with that, Harry locked the boy back in his room and entered his own room again after stopping to take a shower.
"~Are we going somewhere, Harry?~" asked his friend, who was now sitting in the middle on the crumpled sheets with the young Horntail among her coils, watching her master putting things in his trunk.
"~Yes, we are leaving this place today. If you have any business to take care of, either of you, please go quickly.~"
Amelia nodded and gestured to Mithra with her head while she said, "~I'm just going to take him to the back garden for some food. I know where a young bird has just left some scrumptious eggs. We'll come right back.~"
Harry watched his two familiars depart from the bed and to the door, Amelia slithering down the bed post and across the floor and Mithra spreading his wings and gliding to the floor before following Amelia in a little trot. He chuckled while pulling on his full robes of shimmering silver.
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It took the better part of an hour for the Dark Heir to pack everything up with the occasional help of Amelia pointing out missed objects. He ended finally, locking his trunk while slightly adjusting the strapped athame on his right arm. The only thing now visible of Harry's possessions was the trunk behind him, which he had enchanted to hold the Nimbus for the trip, and the wand he held in his hand.
"~Now, you two need to stay with me the entire time, alright? You must remain hidden. Amelia, you take you usual place. Mithra, if you would please go and stay with her? These robes are loose enough to hide you both,~" spoke Harry, and he waited for the two to take their positions around his torso under the silver robes. Looking down, they would be completely hidden even if he were to sit down.
"Now, for the next part of the plan. Cruento!" he said pointing at his arm and head, and both were bloody in an instant which made him look like the victim of some horrible attack. Looking in the mirror, he was pleased. This would defintiely help with distraction.
Harry now left his room with his trunk, walking right past the metal and wooden doors of his relatives', their screaming falling on deaf ears as he passed the front door to the sidewalk. Looking around and seeing no one, he pulled out his wand and muttered the large scale fire spell, Exhustio, as he gazed at the small house. In an instant, the thing looked like a great bonfire that had been burning for hours.
"That works. Now, for transport," he muttered to himself. He stuck out his wand arm.
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A/N: Hello everyone! Are you benefitting from a little vacation time, cause I certainly am! Bwahahaha! Anyway, anyone who's been saying Harry is not too mean may have just changed their opinions after this chapter, huh? Hey, is there a problem with Tom letting Harry watch the tortures he laid out on Deatheaters. After all, Harry would have to take over that business someday as the heir, and besides, we're exposed to that stuff everyday on TV, aren't we? Ah well, if any of you out there were hoping for more extreme measures, let me provide an explanation now befor e I get a bunch of questions in reviews.
Now, people are wondering: How could Harry use those spells if Dark Arts wards were put up on the house? Well, they weren't Dark spells; they were simply spells used in a Dark way. I didn't tak this from them, but in another fanfic, Infervesco had been used for warming up cold Butterbeer. Harry happened to use it for making someone's blood boil (quite literally). Like the age old dilemma, spells should not be labeled as Dark or Light, for it all depends on how they're used.
Lastly, if anyone was hoping for more dilectable torture (i.e. insert here), I do have many more spells for more grotesque ones. Harry just can't use them yet. He may be really far along in his magic for his age, but he's not that far, for say, disemboweling.
Review responses:
hermionegreen- You're an intriguing reviewer! Yes, well, there's the Deatheater scene.
SilverKnight7- Deatheaters are really rather timid when in the face of a deadly force, now aren't
like I said in this chapter, who knew what the Dark Lord had taught his heir?
eriee- There you go!
Raistlinof Metallica- Glad you like Mithra! I've been trying to incoporate him for awhile! Good
spotting of the black book!
raelyn- Thanks, I really like Slytherin Harry too, but people always ruin it by him going to the Light.
ER- hehehe. Deatheaters are just like those bugs you squish under your shoe; you don't really
care whether they survived or not.
Solaris Isa- Hyper little one, you are! Glad you like my fic!
Nicoletta- I had to figure out a way to communicate at least partially with Mithra; it will be important
much later, to blow a major point for much later which people can find if they read very
carefully... Yes, Harry would try to be like Tom, after all, everyone tried to emulate their
older sibling when you were young. Good spotting of the black book!
bitchkitten- Terrific! You give me a smile, look, see?
ReflectionsOfReality- Yes, I knew I could do that, but I posted really late, and I had school the next
day, so I didn't want to stay up later than I had to. But I loved all of your
reviews when I had read them earlier! I don't believe, like you said, there
would ever be a need for Amelia to grow larger than her true size! Good
spotting of the black book! (Of course, I knew when I wrote it you would spot
it!)
Sea-Turtles- Glad you liked Chapter 16. I'm sorry you're sick and hope you get better. Is it that
nationwide flu? Wait, that only applies if you're in the US. Well, get better anyway!
GShans- Thanks for the Latin info! I really wish they had that class at my school. I'm glad you
like Dark!Harry. Yeah, I'll be making more of an attempt at incorporating Hermione and
the twins in the next year more.
Silver Queen- Good spotting of the black book! Hehehe, Harry is a bit mean. I think the shock
of Muggleborn Blaise is that she's in Slytherin. I think Muggleborns could get in
Slytherin, but there'd have to be some sort of criteria behind it...
C.M. Aeris Queen of Insanity- Yes, I was glad when Harry's anger finally caught up with him in
book 5. (I swear, I'm the only one that liked Harry in that book.) Nice Harry annoys
me most times. Hehee, you can look at the dragon, but don't try to pet the dragon.
Stupid Gryffindor- Yeah, as you were sitting at my computer as you wrote your review and I was
responding right then, I don't feel required to respond again here!
Rogue1615- Yes, more Hermione will come. Wordless magic will be incorprated more once Harry
uses a spell enough (like Aduro). No more DE problems for a bit, hehehe! Good
spotting of the use an athame can have! Harry's not going to be totally helpless
without a wand!
Falafal- Go Harry! Yes, you can say Mithra's cute. Here's a bit of random info on the name I
found in a book. Apparently, Mithra was the name of a Persian Sun god.
M.E.- THANK YOU!
Sophie W- I have posted soon, and you have seen what happens next.
David- Harry handled it in a very professional way, I believe.
(December 21-22, 2003)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, and any and all Dark Woods harps. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 17: Lost Arms and Large Bonfires
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"~Amelia,~" hissed Harry, keeping his eye on the Deatheaters while his snake put her head next to his shoulder to hear, "~Would you please collect my cousin? I will need his help in gathering materials while I watch them. Just go pick him up and don't mind his screaming.~"
"~Sure thing, Harry,~" said Amelia, and she doubled back up the stairs and a small squeal was heard, followed by Dudley being dumped next to Harry. The large boy stood up, eyes going between Harry, Harry's wand and athame, the five Deatheaters, and Amelia.
"What the hell's going on?" he stuttered.
"Dudley," said Harry, "If you would please go fetch me the following materials"- he whispered them in Dudley's ear-"and meet us in the back garden near the tree. I'll be out shortly."
"Okay...." And Dudley brushed past the nearest hooded figure and went on to the back shed.
"Now, then," spoke Harry, pulling the robed men's attention back to himself. "Why don't we go to the living room and continue this there. Much less crowded."
Pointing them into the living room, he stood at the front of the semi-circle they had formed. Harry narrowed his eyes as one shivering man (for they had removed their masks) lowered himself to a kneeling position to try and kiss Harry's feet, as he had no robes. Harry kicked the man back into his place.
"Should any of you truly bother to try to beg my forgiveness when it shall not be granted? Why waste my time? Now, let's see who we have here.."
He stood in front of the kicked man, who now stood up again. How Harry could be intimidating right now when he had to look up into his follower's faces, no one knew, but the boy gave off that Dark aura and presence just like Voldemort. No one liked to think aout what else the boy could have learned from their former master. Harry went around the semi-circle, saying a little something to a few.
"Ah, Harling! Nice to see you so well! You know, you really need to talk to your son about his attitude. Very short temper he has. Could be dangerous..."
"Karkaroff, oh this is a pleasant surprise! Will Durmstrang perhaps be needing a new headmaster next term? We'll see..."
Passing up two others, he reached the last person: Lucius Malfoy. It must be that spies must surpass suspision by seeming to go along with this plan of action. Looking into Lucius' eyes, he didn't see malice like the others'. He would be spared as a given.
"Now, who among you will make an example for others who are associating with you? I cannot do many complicated spells yet. However," and here he smiled rather derangedly, "I have been apprenticed under Lord Voldemort, and I have watched the countless tortures he has done. I assure you, I can get the job done. It's just a little messier. Lucius, if you would come here a moment."
Lucius walked up to Harry's side, still playing the actor. The real traitors need never know that their ranks were infiltrated with loyals.
"Perhaps you should pick out the ones to make an example of. Go on, have fun," said the Dark Heir. Lucius' eyes went over his stunned comrades' faces. He had to give Harry credit. The boy didn't know how many spies were in this group or even who they were. Choosing Lucius to pick would help "pull the weeds" so to speak.
"Then, my young master, I'd have to say Harling, Avery, and Karkaroff, as there are only five of us, my young Lord."
"Very well then. All of you, go to the back garden through the back kitchen door there, and don't attempt escape. You would regret it very much."
As the warm night air hit his face, he stood in the moonlit garden with the robed men. He could just make Dudley out by the tree, fiddling with what Harry had sent him for. The boy looked utterly terrified. Harry walked the group up to under the tree and cast a Disillusionment and Silencing Charm around the perimeter of the yard closing them in. No one outside the square would hear or see anything tonight. He walked up to Dudley.
"Could I see the quill and paper? No, hold onto the other thing," spoke Harry, who scribbled something onto the paper now with a spiderlike hand he had learned from the Malfoy's. He called over Macnair, one of the spies from Lucius' account of the unpunished and whispered in his ear, "Watch the Muggle. Don't let him leave the yard."
"Yes, young master," said Macnair and went to stand next to Dudley near some bushes bordering the fence.
"Now, Karkaroff, would you please come here? Your punishment will be simple enough. Stick out your arm."
Karkaroff fell to his knees, and he now looked up into Harry's cold eyes. He sobbed, "Please no, young Lord! Please!"
"Silence! Stretch out your arm unless you want the other's punishment!" said Harry.
Whimpering, Karakroff stuck his right arm out, which was severely shaking. Harry looked down at the man with eyes of ice and muttered, pointing his wand at the arm just below the elbow, "Avello."
The screaming was unimaginable as everyone watched Karkaroff's lower right arm torn off. Not cut off. Torn off. Right through the bones and muscles and skin. The bloody stump was bleeding profusely, and the man crouched in the fetal position on the ground, cradling that remaining of his arm.
"Sustento," said Harry, performing a spell so Karkaroff couldn't pass out. "Karkaroff, never let me question whether to kill you again."
"Y-yes, m-master."
Harry now turned to Avery and did the same thing to the foolish man. With Avery and Karkaroff taken care of, Harry turned his attention to Harling now, eyes slightly crazed as he gazed upon the shuddering man who looked ready to pass out. He had already seen Dudley hit the ground with Karkaroff.
"Now, Harling, you will be an example to the world. You will show that neither Voldemort nor his Dark Heir will accept traitorous acts. Are you ready? Macnair, if you will please attend to the object my cousin left under the tree and fix it as you will. You know what to do."
While he was doing this, Lucius walked quickly over to Harry, whispering so as not to be overheard by the nonspies.
"Harry, you shouldn't be doing all this magic! I'm surprised the Ministry hasn't already come to snap your wand!"
"Draco never told you?" asked Harry, and he laughed, adding, "Typical Draco! Well, I deactivated the underaged charms on my wand before I left school along with Draco's and Blaise's. We can use as much magic as we want all summer. Here Lucius," he said, handing the paper he had written on earlier to the blonde man. "These are instructions for afterwards. I'm afraid I will not be able to accompany you."
"Yes, young master," said Lucius, sliding the note into a inner pocket of his cloak after reading it, "I will see it's as you wish. Anything else you wish to speak of?"
"Yes. Thanks for the Nimbus. Tell Draco that I loved his present, too."
The man smiled and did a slight bow as Macnair said he was done, "My pleasure, Harry. I'll be sure to tell Draco."
Both now joined Macnair and Harling under the large tree in the back garden, and Harry summoned ropes to tie together Harling's arms and ankles while Macnair climbed into the tree to a branch around the middle height.
"Now, Harling, we shall begin. Wingardium Leviosa!" The man, desperately struggling and fighting his bonds, floated up to Macnair's level. Looking up, Harry and Lucius studied the now struggling figure. Harry raised his wand to subdue the fighting man, "Exhaustus." All watched as the man went almost limp, barely able to move in sudden exhaustion.
"Let's get things heating up, like your blood. Infervesco!"
They gazed on as Harling was now shrieking as all the blood in his body was reaching a boiling point. The man's eyes rolled up into his head, and as Harry took the spell off, Macnair took the boy's signal and slipped the object, the rope noose, around the man's head.
All were still as Harry waited a moment or two, for Harling had started sobbing. The Dark Heir smirked, pupils contracted, as he said with a wave of his wand, "Finite Incatatum."
The Wingardium Leviosa was canceled, and the group left for their seperate orders as soon as Harling stopped twitching. Macnair and Lucius would take care of the three.
Harry watched as they left the yard through a side gate with their charges and went to his cousin who was still out cold next to the begonias.
"No way I could pick you up," muttered Harry, and with a swish and flick, he levitated his cousin and brought the large boy to his room. He would let Dudley sleep until morning, as he was tired too.
Reaching his room next door, Amelia was back to her smaller size, looking at Harry.
"~Did everything go well, Harry?~" she asked while Harry performed the countercharm on Mithra.
"~Quite well, thank you. I have dismembered two from the ranks, and the other I killed for an example. They will soon be finding his body,~" said Harry, climbing under the covers again. Mithra woke up with the shift of covers, let out a few puffs of smoke to show his disdain, and crossed the bed. Following his new snake friend, he crawled under the pillow. Harry just fell asleep again, as though his evening had not been disturbed at all.
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Harry probably did not get another two hours sleep before he was woken up by a high pitched scream from next door. He sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, the clock reading 6:24. He knew this would come from his cousin, and was quite glad he had thought to lock Dudley inside his room in case the other boy got any ideas.
"You sick idiot! What the hell did you do?!" Dudley shrieked from his room. Harry meanwhile was walking over to his cousin's door and opened it, wand in hand. The large boy threw himself back at the sight of it.
"Don't come near me, you freak! Stay away!"
Harry shook his head and said, "Honestly, why are you making such a big deal out of last night. They deserved their punishment, and so I gave it to them. Nothing wrong with punishing your servants."
"You sick freak! Get out of this house!
"What did you just say?"
Dudley stood up straight and walked over to Harry, poking the shorter one in the chest, "I said to get out of this house! I am not going to have you endanger my family anymore. Get out, or I'll call the police!"
Harry snorted, and sneered, "Like your Muggle police could do anything! We have our own way of dealing with evidence, and by then, I'll be long gone."
Dudley looked slightly surprised, but didn't lose any ground, and asked, "You're leaving?"
"Well, not because you told me to. I could laugh at that notion," retorted Harry, and added in a deadly voice, "I won't stick around after I get rid of you three. In fact, I'm going to go pack right now, I really-"
"You're going to kill us?!"
Harry rolled his eyes, something Blaise had taught him, and added, "You don't leave witnesses lying around, now do you? Now if you need me in the meantime, feel free to scream. Bye Dudley!" And with that, Harry locked the boy back in his room and entered his own room again after stopping to take a shower.
"~Are we going somewhere, Harry?~" asked his friend, who was now sitting in the middle on the crumpled sheets with the young Horntail among her coils, watching her master putting things in his trunk.
"~Yes, we are leaving this place today. If you have any business to take care of, either of you, please go quickly.~"
Amelia nodded and gestured to Mithra with her head while she said, "~I'm just going to take him to the back garden for some food. I know where a young bird has just left some scrumptious eggs. We'll come right back.~"
Harry watched his two familiars depart from the bed and to the door, Amelia slithering down the bed post and across the floor and Mithra spreading his wings and gliding to the floor before following Amelia in a little trot. He chuckled while pulling on his full robes of shimmering silver.
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It took the better part of an hour for the Dark Heir to pack everything up with the occasional help of Amelia pointing out missed objects. He ended finally, locking his trunk while slightly adjusting the strapped athame on his right arm. The only thing now visible of Harry's possessions was the trunk behind him, which he had enchanted to hold the Nimbus for the trip, and the wand he held in his hand.
"~Now, you two need to stay with me the entire time, alright? You must remain hidden. Amelia, you take you usual place. Mithra, if you would please go and stay with her? These robes are loose enough to hide you both,~" spoke Harry, and he waited for the two to take their positions around his torso under the silver robes. Looking down, they would be completely hidden even if he were to sit down.
"Now, for the next part of the plan. Cruento!" he said pointing at his arm and head, and both were bloody in an instant which made him look like the victim of some horrible attack. Looking in the mirror, he was pleased. This would defintiely help with distraction.
Harry now left his room with his trunk, walking right past the metal and wooden doors of his relatives', their screaming falling on deaf ears as he passed the front door to the sidewalk. Looking around and seeing no one, he pulled out his wand and muttered the large scale fire spell, Exhustio, as he gazed at the small house. In an instant, the thing looked like a great bonfire that had been burning for hours.
"That works. Now, for transport," he muttered to himself. He stuck out his wand arm.
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A/N: Hello everyone! Are you benefitting from a little vacation time, cause I certainly am! Bwahahaha! Anyway, anyone who's been saying Harry is not too mean may have just changed their opinions after this chapter, huh? Hey, is there a problem with Tom letting Harry watch the tortures he laid out on Deatheaters. After all, Harry would have to take over that business someday as the heir, and besides, we're exposed to that stuff everyday on TV, aren't we? Ah well, if any of you out there were hoping for more extreme measures, let me provide an explanation now befor e I get a bunch of questions in reviews.
Now, people are wondering: How could Harry use those spells if Dark Arts wards were put up on the house? Well, they weren't Dark spells; they were simply spells used in a Dark way. I didn't tak this from them, but in another fanfic, Infervesco had been used for warming up cold Butterbeer. Harry happened to use it for making someone's blood boil (quite literally). Like the age old dilemma, spells should not be labeled as Dark or Light, for it all depends on how they're used.
Lastly, if anyone was hoping for more dilectable torture (i.e. insert here), I do have many more spells for more grotesque ones. Harry just can't use them yet. He may be really far along in his magic for his age, but he's not that far, for say, disemboweling.
Review responses:
hermionegreen- You're an intriguing reviewer! Yes, well, there's the Deatheater scene.
SilverKnight7- Deatheaters are really rather timid when in the face of a deadly force, now aren't
like I said in this chapter, who knew what the Dark Lord had taught his heir?
eriee- There you go!
Raistlinof Metallica- Glad you like Mithra! I've been trying to incoporate him for awhile! Good
spotting of the black book!
raelyn- Thanks, I really like Slytherin Harry too, but people always ruin it by him going to the Light.
ER- hehehe. Deatheaters are just like those bugs you squish under your shoe; you don't really
care whether they survived or not.
Solaris Isa- Hyper little one, you are! Glad you like my fic!
Nicoletta- I had to figure out a way to communicate at least partially with Mithra; it will be important
much later, to blow a major point for much later which people can find if they read very
carefully... Yes, Harry would try to be like Tom, after all, everyone tried to emulate their
older sibling when you were young. Good spotting of the black book!
bitchkitten- Terrific! You give me a smile, look, see?
ReflectionsOfReality- Yes, I knew I could do that, but I posted really late, and I had school the next
day, so I didn't want to stay up later than I had to. But I loved all of your
reviews when I had read them earlier! I don't believe, like you said, there
would ever be a need for Amelia to grow larger than her true size! Good
spotting of the black book! (Of course, I knew when I wrote it you would spot
it!)
Sea-Turtles- Glad you liked Chapter 16. I'm sorry you're sick and hope you get better. Is it that
nationwide flu? Wait, that only applies if you're in the US. Well, get better anyway!
GShans- Thanks for the Latin info! I really wish they had that class at my school. I'm glad you
like Dark!Harry. Yeah, I'll be making more of an attempt at incorporating Hermione and
the twins in the next year more.
Silver Queen- Good spotting of the black book! Hehehe, Harry is a bit mean. I think the shock
of Muggleborn Blaise is that she's in Slytherin. I think Muggleborns could get in
Slytherin, but there'd have to be some sort of criteria behind it...
C.M. Aeris Queen of Insanity- Yes, I was glad when Harry's anger finally caught up with him in
book 5. (I swear, I'm the only one that liked Harry in that book.) Nice Harry annoys
me most times. Hehee, you can look at the dragon, but don't try to pet the dragon.
Stupid Gryffindor- Yeah, as you were sitting at my computer as you wrote your review and I was
responding right then, I don't feel required to respond again here!
Rogue1615- Yes, more Hermione will come. Wordless magic will be incorprated more once Harry
uses a spell enough (like Aduro). No more DE problems for a bit, hehehe! Good
spotting of the use an athame can have! Harry's not going to be totally helpless
without a wand!
Falafal- Go Harry! Yes, you can say Mithra's cute. Here's a bit of random info on the name I
found in a book. Apparently, Mithra was the name of a Persian Sun god.
M.E.- THANK YOU!
Sophie W- I have posted soon, and you have seen what happens next.
David- Harry handled it in a very professional way, I believe.
(December 21-22, 2003)